Author's Note:
All characters in this story are over 18. Read at your own risk!
Chapter 8
-Life Choices-
The next morning, Saturday started as usual eating breakfast and drinking coffee. We both had things to do. I had put up an advertisement on Fiverr as a utility programmer. It took a couple weeks but finally took on a small project. I changed about 16 lines of code, recompiled it, and tested it. Took me all of 5 hours and I was paid $180! Easy money! The company gave me a glowing review and the projects started to flow in! Elaine and Ed have always hammered the importance of multiple income streams. Elaine and I share an office. We have a partition between our workstations. She finished whatever she was doing and left. I finished half an hour later. Spring weather in San Francisco can be really flaky. Cold, rainy, and foggy in the morning; then sunny and 12 degrees warmer in the afternoon. Well, today was one of those days. I went out into the living room. Elaine was sitting at the dining room table, looking out the sliding glass door to the balcony. She was wearing one of her see-through white chiffon nighties and of course, no panties. Life's good! I figured she was doing her normal 'less is more' dress for the day. As I approached I noticed her eye shadow was a warm brown frost and her lipstick was a darker red. She looked very dramatic. And hot! I walked up and stood beside her, looking at the ships and boats in the bay. She wrapped her arm around my waist.
"Want to spit out that 'stone'?
"Oh, no stone. Like you, pondering life and what our next steps should be." She said staring blankly out the window.
"Which reminds me." I handed her a print of a text dump. I highlighted a couple important items.
"Do you know an 'L Cooper'?"
"Yeah. He's one of the
Private Security Contractors
that work for the 'Triumvirate'!"
"Is that a euphemism for 'hired gun'? Well, whoever they are, tried to make a
ham-fisted
attempt to hack into our system. The firewall on the 'Kali' box is government-grade and virtually impenetrable. They were 'port sniffing'. What would you like me to do?"
She thought about it for a few minutes.
"Right now, nothing. He has no idea he was detected. Keep records of each attempt."
"OK. This is an interesting twist. Is this some kind of 'corporate political intrigue'?" I asked.
"You've heard the old saying that 'power is an endless quest to your own death.' Or something like that? Well, all these idiots
think
that having dirt on the opposition is going to give them an advantage. That's what this is all about. We're not going to play!" I gave her a curious look.
"Don't worry, you'll see how this pans out." She said with a great deal of confidence. I moved behind her, watched boats, and messaged her shoulders. As usual, it wasn't long until I was hard. I moved to her side and my cock ended up in her mouth. I don't know how it was initiated, it just happened. She indulged me in one of her world-class blow jobs and I was totally drained. She sat down beside me.
"You good?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah, beyond good! I'm seeing many things differently." I said as I touched her hand.
"Good! I think it's important to challenge ourselves!" She said firmly.
The next day, Sunday, we went out for 'Sunday on the Balcony'. We were tasting the new red she had found, and as usual, it was good. Our conversation generally covers many topics. We have often spoken of her childhood, college, etc. She played lacrosse for a couple years in college. She was also on a debating team. That's no surprise!.
"You know, I think I've set something in motion and now I don't know how to handle it," I said after a pause.
"Paige?"
"Yeah."
"Will you let me venture a guess on what your conflict or anxiety might be? I do know you rather well." She put forth.
"Ok, sure."
"You have found yourself growing fond of her and it includes sexually attracted. One of the conflicts that you're experiencing is feeling like you're betraying me by having those feelings. Am I close?"
I bobbed my head.
"For me, the line for betrayal is
secrecy
. It is my belief that if we remain open and honest with each other, our relationship will remain healthy." She replied."
"Frank discussions have been the foundation for us. Personally, I think it works better than heated arguments, physical fights, booze, or drugs. But that's me! Another question, have you always been this open and comfortable with your sexuality. I think it's great! I have always admired your strength of character with your identity. How did you get there?" I asked.
"I did what we are doing; being authentic to our truth. I decided I had to be who I was! The alternative was just too painful."
"'
But above all things, to thine own self be true!
"" I said remembering the line from Hamlet.
The next week went by faster than I wanted it to. I was surprised by how focused I was on Paige having a nice time. I went through a bunch of different recipes and decided on a chicken piccata that had a sauce that was a little lighter than others. I was going to serve this with an oil and herb ricotta tortellini and a wilted spinach raspberry
something or other
salad. I bought a new shirt and got a haircut. Elaine was quite amused with all of it. Saturday finally arrived. The morning passed as it usually did on Saturday. Elaine got a text that all was on track from Paige around noon. I got dressed first and went into our office to catch up on some tasks. Her entry into the living room came with her guileless elegance, grace, and beauty! The perfect hostess! Or, maybe I'm just biased?
She was wearing an emerald satin blouse with long puff sleeves. With this, she was wearing a pair of black dress slacks that fit her perfectly. They outlined that beautiful heart-shaped ass and her ironing board abdomen perfectly! After Elaine gave me a 'stop, you're driving me nuts!' look due to me putzing around, I got on the computer for a while. Soon enough, the buzzer sounded and Paige was in the entryway. She and Elaine hugged, then she and I exchanged a rather soulful squeeze. Something told me she was 'feeling the burn' too! It was a chilly, damp, foggy late winter crappy days in the City. Paige was wearing an overcoat, but under that, she had on one of the Andean Alpaca wool sweaters. It was a 'jacket' style with a thick tie. It really matched the pair of loose hanging slacks she had on! She stepped into the living room.
"This is beautiful, you guys!" She exclaimed.
"Come on, I'll give you the tour," I said, extending my hand.
She took it and we went through the dining room, the balcony then the kitchen. I took her around the hallway between the kitchen and the outer wall of the house. We went into our 'workout' room.
"What's this?"
"It's something my uncle made for me. I have t-bars and all the adjustments? I can perform any kind of dip, push-up, crunch, and so on." I sat down and demonstrated a dip.
"That's your workout? This and riding your bike?" She asked.
"Yeah, pretty much. Seems to turn the trick, I'm not tearing myself up. I like the results. What did you think, I have a stationary bike and get motivated by some dweeb on a TV set?"
"Oh Jesus, spare me! I see this set up and I think of Patrick Bateman in 'American Psycho'!"
I let out a belly laugh.
"I love that movie! Just to reassure you, I got rid of all the heads in the freezer and gave up serial killing for Lent!"