Chapter 12 #2
“I want to believe you, but take the parade. I hated that you were trying to control me, but I thought you cared that I was advertising that I’d be running around without underwear on. Turns out, it just interfered with your job.”
I grab her hand. “Fuck, Ceci. I—we care about you. Some guys are real pricks. We’ve seen the worst in our line of work. So while I respect that you’re free to do what you want, I worry someone will take advantage of you.”
Blake adds, “And we don’t want you or any other innocent civilian nearby when we go in for the arrests. A parade complicates things.”
Tension releases from Cecilia’s body. “You won’t stop me from celebrating No Panties Day?”
Blake and I exchange a glance. I say, “We won’t stop you, but we recommend a contained space like a park that’s easier to monitor than having participants spread out parading down a street. Maybe have an officer or two keeping an eye out for creepers.”
“Fine.”
“Fine?” Trena gawks at Cecilia. “You wanted something exciting to happen. Possible danger aside, it doesn’t get much more exciting than this.”
“Before you get too wound up,” I say, completely serious, “we can’t keep everyone safe—including the two of you—if word gets out.”
The girls agree to complete silence.
“But one other thing,” Blake says. “What can you tell us about Ofelia?”
I figured Blake picked up on that too. Definitely our next lead to explore.
“She keeps to herself,” Trena says, followed by Cecilia nodding.
“A last name? An address? Her age?” I prompt.
Cecilia grimaces. “We don’t even know her real name. Ofelia’s an inside joke since she has more money than expected for someone our age.”
“I don’t get it.”
“We decided she uses the old barbershop to shoot content for Only Fans… OF… Ofelia.”
Trena adds, “But now we know that’s not true.”
“Unfortunately.”
Cecilia lights up. “We don’t know where she lives, but she comes into the diner every morning—buying breakfast every single day—not many people our age can do that.”
“So you’ve waited on her?”
“She orders. I bring the food. No friendly banter. Keeps her hood up and her eyes down. I can’t believe how much was going on right in front of me. I feel foolish for considering her one more cog in the clockwork that was slowly ticking the seconds of my life away.”
Blake asks, “Any idea if she would roll over on the people running the operation?”
They shake their heads.
“You mind if Blake and I go in the other room to discuss this for a minute?”
“Have at it.” Trena motions to the single bedroom.
We close the door and keep our voices down. “Should we try to approach her before the raid?”
“If she’s their age, yeah. Let’s give her a chance at life.”
“It gives a different perspective to what the informant told us about the mastermind hiring anyone who needed a quick buck.”
We take a few more minutes to map out a plan, phone it into the chief, then rejoin the girls.
We shake Trena’s hand to thank her for her help, and I hug Cecilia. Blake tugs her closer, easing her away from me ever so slightly. “Does this mean we’re good? We can get back to your lessons?”
Trena jumps up. “Hold on! No lessons while I’m here.” She rushes for the door and stops when her hand hits the knob. “Dangit. We’re in my apartment. Ugh, I’m gonna go catch some more sun. Wash the sheets when you’re done.”
She’s out and the lock clicks.
Did Trena… “What just happened?”
Cecilia gives me the sweetest smile. “She knows we can’t go back to my parents’ house, and I told her about your house being off limits. She’s got my back.”
“This isn’t weird to anyone else?” I’m torn between questioning my sanity and wanting to sink my dick inside of Cecilia as soon as possible.
Cecilia straddles my lap. “The only thing weird to me is that no one’s giving me an apology orgasm.”
In a flash, Blake is standing, whisking her out of my lap. He cradles her against his chest. “How about we partner that up with your face-sitting lesson?”
In a few steps, he has her in the bedroom. He gently tosses her onto the perfectly made bed. I’m right behind them.
I’m imagining Blake laid out on the bed, Cecilia splayed over his face. But my fantasy doesn’t stop there. I want so much more.
My cock strains against my pants uncomfortably. I get rid of my clothes while they remove throw pillows.
Cecilia strides closer, teasing her finger over my tip, down my shaft, and onto my balls. The desire to throw her on the bed and fuck her is overwhelming.
That would defeat the point we tried to make about taking our time with her. That we’re in it for the long haul, not a quick thrill. I don’t know how much longer I can live with that lesson plan.
My hands wrap around her waist and gather the fabric of her coverup. Our eyes lock.
I’m putting a baby in her today. Maybe here. Maybe at our place. I don’t know, but it’s going to happen.
Blake steps up behind her. He took his clothes off while I was lost in our future. He takes over undressing her then leads her to the bed. “Use the wall for balance.”
I consider offering that she could use me for balance, but I want to be able to watch. I have to know if I can slide my dick inside of her pussy while Blake’s mouth is on her clit. We’d both have to straddle him, and I’d take her from behind.
She’s adventurous. Seems like the perfect way to keep her first time memorable. I’ll monitor the situation.
“You going to grade us?”
It takes me a minute to register that she’s asking me a question.
“Never had a presentation I’m more happy to assess. You may begin whenever you’re ready.”