Long Time No See

Jessica's behind the counter when the bell rings and her pulse jumps. Old faces. Alex and his dad, Robert. They don't even recognize her at first. She lays it out quick: she used to be Timothy from down the block. Robert lights up. Alex gets ugly fast. Right there in the shop, he starts yelling, all fists and heat, until Robert can't calm him. Alex storms out. Robert stammers something like an apology then leaves too. Jessica's left with cold espresso and a knot in her gut. Next afternoon she's sprawled on her loft couch when Robert knocks. She almost slams the door but the look in his eye makes her crack it open. He owns what Alex did, says he should have stepped up yesterday, and years earlier too. He talks about watching "Timothy" fade and hating that he didn't do a damn thing. Jessica's throat tightens. She needed the distance, yeah, but hearing it out loud still stings and warms her at the same time. They sit close. Talk drifts from old streets to the girl she's become. His hand finds her wrist, then her ink-covered thigh. When he leans in, she doesn't pull away. Clothes come off in a rush. Her small tits bounce free. He drops to his knees, lips wrapping her cock, sucking slow, deep, hungry. She grabs his hair, hips bucking. Then she spins him, slick fingers opening his ass, and she pushes inside. The tattooed brunette gives it to him hard, every thrust a claim and a release. Robert moans her name like he's been waiting years to say it. She finishes deep, sweat cooling on their skin, hearts still hammering with the same question: can she trust him now that he's here?