Chapter 03 - American Geisha
January 5, 2019
7:00 - 10:00 am - Hannah Fairbottom
I was sitting on my back porch, looking over the beach, and enjoying the sunrise. I sat in a chair at my small deck table, a cup of coffee before me with steam wafting off it to be carried off by the cool morning breeze.
It was abnormally warm today.
Last night's low was 51 degrees, and this morning was already warming up as the sun came up and would be 70 degrees or more before noon.
It felt to me like it should have still been a bit cool for Natalie to have come over in just her bikini, but then, she did have nordic blood in her veins that kept the mild chill from affecting her.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard something made of glass crash and break in apartment 104, and the roaring of an angry masculine voice coming from Jenny Defoe's apartment, "What the fuck do you expect me to do? It took two fucking months for you to find an apartment!"
It must have been Gregory Defoe.
It didn't take them long to start fighting.
The yelling turned unintelligible as they moved to the kitchen and living room. Part of me wanted to go and knock and see if Jenny was alright, but I knew that my curiosity and interference would not be welcome and would probably bring untold consequences. It was best that I leave it alone if she needs me, she knows where I am.
Downstairs the sliding door of apartment 105 opened and Hannah walked around and came upstairs to the deck and saw me. Walking over, she sat in a second chair opposite me.
"Good morning," Hannah greeted with a sultry smile.
Looking at Hannah was like looking at the picturesque Swiss Alps. Cool, refreshing, and breathtakingly beautiful. She was only an inch shorter than Natalie standing at five feet nine inches. She was 51 inches in the bust, 34 inches in the waist, and 43 inches around her hips, just a bit thicker than Natalie.
Where Natalie was a blooming white rose Hannah was in full bloom, at her peak, fully—unabashedly—mature.
As usual, she was wearing lavender wedges and a long lavender overly fluffy bathrobe. She wore nothing underneath it. I knew that because, for the last five years, this was our routine.
She wore her robe like an off-the-shoulder Japanese kimono, it was the wrong way to wear it, but I never complained. The neck was pulled out to the very edges of her shoulders so that her magnificent decolletage was fully on display and her fluffy robe wrapped from her shoulders and over the massive swells of her 38 M-cup breasts like new snow that curved down between her valley accenting her voluminous cleavage before being cinched tight just below her breasts at her natural waist. Below the sash, her robe fell open exposing her soft smooth feminine lower belly, hips, and legs.
I scanned down to her crossed thighs and saw the hints of platinum peach fuzz that bespoke her thick thatch of long straight platinum pubes decorating her pubic mound in a long, wide Brazilian landing strip. I could neither see her beautiful thatch nor her thick meaty pussy lips, but I didn't have to, I knew every inch of her body.
"Good morning, my lovely Hannah," I greeted as I ogled her hungrily.
Gregory and Jenny came back to their room still arguing. Though it was muffled, it was loud enough that Hannah turned to look at their slider before turning back and asking, "The new neighbors having trouble already?"
"It seems so," I answered in a neutral voice.
"Have you fucked her yet," Hannah asked, her voice a perverted purr with an amused smile as if she already knew the answer.
I smiled back lopsidedly as I answered, "Come on Hannah. You know me. I don't talk about you to any of the others and I won't talk about them to you."
"Mmm, so you have fucked her," Hannah said with a nod answering her own question.
I just stared at her and refused to rise to the bait, instead, I asked, "So was Natalie coming over this morning your doing? Have you been grooming her for that? Or, did she come to me of her own accord?"
Hannah smiled nastily back at me and stuck out her tongue as she answered, "You know that I have never forced that girl to do anything she doesn't want to do."
I looked at her sharply trying to detect any deception, but if there was any I couldn't find it. Most likely my rose-tinted glasses were working against me, perhaps, "I have asked you every month for seventeen years, and I will again today; Hannah Fairbottom, will you marry me?"
Hannah smiled at me like she always did, with profound flattery, thankfulness, and a hint of deep sadness as well. Of course, I knew the answer before she said it, but I had to try.
"Thank you, Jaiden," She purred lovingly, "You know I love you, right? More than any man alive, but I am..."
She stopped suddenly and took a cleansing breath before she continued, "I was married, and I will never marry any other man but him."
Her husband, Jeremy Fairbottom, was my best friend. We both dated Hannah, and we both loved her, but in the end, she chose him over me. I can honestly say I have never loved any other woman as I do her. She is unique to me.
Jeremy knew I loved her but he always trusted me to watch over her when he was away on duty because he knew I would never take advantage of him or Hannah. I think everyone usually loves their parents, but after our parents, I think as humans we surround ourselves with a new family made up of those friends that are dearest to us, and that was what Jeremy and Hannah were to me. I loved them both too much to ever let my love for Hannah come between us. Then, eighteen years ago Hannah got pregnant only months before 9/11 happened. Jeremy was shipped out to Iraq, and shortly afterward America was engulfed in the Second Gulf War. Jeremy died five months later from a roadside IED.
Before he left, as he always did before a deployment, he charged me with taking care of Hannah and Natalie should anything happen to him, and I have ever since.
I smiled at her, but part of me had hoped that today was the day she would change her mind. Leaning forward, I reached out to her and she took my hand. I squeezed it, "You know I have always meant every proposal. I would marry you today if you said yes."
"I know," Hannah whispered with a wink and a smile, "That's why I love you, and why I do what I do with you. Because I know you love me too, and even more importantly, you love Natalie!"
"I see," I whispered before standing up and pulling her to her feet, "Then let's go inside and talk about Natalie."
I led Hannah by the hand through my slider and bedroom to my living room and sat her down on a sand white loveseat. Once she was comfortable I asked, "Can I make you coffee or tea? Would you like some breakfast?"
"No I'm fine, thank you Jaiden," Hannah purred as her clear sapphire blue eyes met mine.
"Sit with me." She asked demurely while patting the couch beside her.
I smiled and obeyed, sitting next to the woman I love. As usual, she always causes me to get flutters in my stomach, and today was no different as she took my hand and placed it on her thigh mere inches from her pubic mound and kept her hands on top of mine.
"So," Hannah started with a smile, "Let me start. Natalie has been in love with you for at least three years. I think it's all the stories I told her of you, me, and Jeremy. All the trouble we got into in school. The way you and Jeremy both declared your love for me. How you never let the fact that I chose Jeremy dampen your love for both of us. How you always took care of me when Jeremy was away, and later after he died. She knows that you have proposed to me every month after waiting a year for me to mourn, and out of respect for Jeremy. I am afraid that after years of hearing our stories, she rather regards you as much of a hero father figure as her own father."
"Well," I answered with an embarrassed laugh, "That puts what we did this morning in a very different light. A bit too incestuous for my tastes, but there we have it!"
"Please," Hannah purred as she gave me a knowing smile that wrinkled her nose, "Don't play Mister Innocent with me. I know about your arrangement with your mother, and I know who the real father of your sister's children are. Incest doesn't bother you that much."
She giggled at my stunned expression and patted my chest consolingly as she purred, "You mom and sister let it slip one day at the pool. Anyway, no! Nothing like that! Think of Natalie as the best of me and Jeremy, and she is giving herself to you!"
I did think about it as I looked down at her hands on top of mine and her long thick white thigh. When I looked up I asked, "Is she why you haven't said yes to my proposals of marriage?"
Hannah made a kinda-sorta face and looked away, "I love you Jaiden, and I wish I had said yes the first time you asked seventeen years ago, but now, I feel like you deserve more than me. You deserve the eighteen-year-old me you fell in love with. The me that chose Jeremy instead of you, and Natalie is me in a manner of speaking. The ripe young virginal me that is head over heels in love with you!"