Chapter 12: Restraints

The Saturday following the teens confessions, Shelby and Jonathan are returning from an early morning run in the park. Jonathan runs as part of the physical therapy routine he was prescribed. Now that he has told her about the accident, Shelby wants to be part of his recovery. Much like her mother, refusing her is not an option. It’s during the run that Shelby realizes the risks he has taken in facing the G.O.P. After just a couple miles he is nearly spent. His breath is ragged, and accompanied by a painful cough that wracks his body sending him to his knees. After, he favors his left side.

“Jonny!!” She drops to her knees next to him. “Are you going to be ok?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine…. It happens whenever I do too much. Doc said it should go away eventually. It sucks too, I used to be able to run forever.” He coughs a bit more. “Damn I’ll sure be happy when it does. I just don’t feel like I’m getting any stronger.”

“Jonny it’s going to take time.”

“Yeah I know. Just wish I felt some gains. Anything is better than this.” He takes several of what for him is a deep breath. Shelby notices they are labored and not as deep as she thinks they could be. Afterwards, his breathing seems to return to normal. “Ok I’m good. You ready to go Bee?”

“You betchya!”

A few minutes later, in the car he squeezes the girl's hand. “Mind if we make a stop?”

“Sure. I’ll go wherever you go Jonny.” She smiles at him. “It’s not like I’ve much choice. You’re driving so I may as well be your prisoner. I kinda like the idea”

“You’re a goof.”

Jonathan turns right off the main road, down a side avenue. Soon they are outside of town among quiet neighborhoods. Two lefts later, they arrive at a gated community. In front of the gate he opens an app on his phone and taps a code into it. The large black iron gates part and the little SUV rolls into the neighborhood. A right, and two more lefts, he swings the little crossover into the driveway of a two unit townhouse. It’s a contemporary style, single garage with two stories and large windows that overlook one of the neighborhood’s common areas.

At the front door there is another keypad. He turns to Shelby, “My gate code is 0812. If you add my initials to the front and back like so,” J-D-M-0-8-1-2-M-D-J, ‘BEEP’, “It will unlock the front door. If you want, you can download the app. Then just use your phone to get in.”

“It’s like you’re giving me my own set of keys.”

“You got it sister.”

“I’m not interested in being your sister...now being your lover…” She squeezes his arm.

“You’re still a goof.”

Much like the exterior, the inside is contemporary. The colors are blues and greys. Blue quartz counter tops above white cabinets and black stainless appliances in the kitchen. The few pieces of furniture are minimalist. The walls are bare save for a single painting. In the great room a stylish couch and chair sit on one side facing a flat-screen atop a low black drawer base. In the dining area a small vase with flowers, sits atop a cafe style table made of dark wood with black accents. It’s the only feminine touch in the house. Sitting on the kitchen bar Shelby recognizes his backpack.

“This is your’s? You live here all alone?”

“Yes”

“It’s not very warm and cozy.”

“It is now.”

She leans into him, wraps her arms around his waist. “You say the sweetest things.” She cocks her head to the side and thinks for a moment, “So... we don’t have to worry about anyone coming in on us while we’re here?”

“No. Nobody comes here except the property manager. She usually only comes over on Fridays while I’m at school.”

“What does she do?”

“Cleans up, or rather makes sure I’ve done a good job cleaning up. Checks to make sure there’s enough soap in the laundry and I have done the dishes. Sometimes she brings food over.” He steps away from the girl to rearrange a picture on the side table while he talks. Shelby cannot see what it is, since he has faced it towards the window.

“Okaaay… So If we wanted to make out, we could?”

“Yes”

“Wanna make out?”

His answer is to come closer and take her into his arms. He kisses her and presses her gently down on the couch.

Within minutes the couple’s heat fills the room. He has never been with a girl in this way before. He's never before felt another person’s desire, or need for him, nor knew he could feel such an overpowering need for another. It all but drowns out the far away voice in the back of his mind. He can hear something, just not make out the words.

For Shelby, she is losing herself to him. The need to give herself to him, fully, completely, is overtaking her senses. While at the same time thinking, “I’m in control. I can make him stop anytime.” The issue is, she isn’t sure she can make herself stop, or if she even wants to. Her arms wrap tighter around the boy, her fingers claw at his back. One leg wrapped around him rubbing his body, squeezing him closer to her.

She feels the need emanating from her center. An undeniable arousal brought upon by Jonathan's touch.

With his lips buried in her neck the boy’s own desires are running almost wild. One hand holds her by the back of the neck. The other grasps at the thigh of the leg wrapped about him. He can feel the strength of the leg pulling him into her, moving higher. His own stiffness presses up against her. “Remember! SHE’S MY DAUGHTER!” The voice finally breaks through the fog. Realization of a promise made. He stops abruptly.

“What is it?” The voice of the girl in his arms nearly pulls him back in. It’s his respect for her, and his own honor that checks him. He can still look her father in the eye, IF he stops, but if he continues….? No.

“Nothing. I just need a moment.” He untangles himself from her. “Shelby… I want this, but… Just give me a minute.” ‘Maybe she will cool down if I just back off.’ he thinks.

He runs up the steps to his room, the master suite. In the bathroom he splashes cold water on his face, looks in the mirror at his flushed complexion and splashes more. A few stuttering breaths later, he hears a rustle behind him...

She is there looking intently into his eyes. She is standing inside the bedroom, barely four feet from him. The realization of what is about to happen focuses him as her hands reach for the zipper of her running top. Inch by inch, the material parts slowly revealing the tantalizing flesh of her full bosom. It’s when the thin spandex of her bra comes into view, he finally subdues the desire holding him.

He steps to her. He can see the hunger and welcome in her eyes. Her heaving chest, the parted lips. He reaches for her, then gently places his hands on hers. “No Shelby. That’s enough.”

“But...”

“Yes. I do. It’s just that, I’m not sure we are ready, and I made a promise… to your father. I want us to keep it. At least for now.” He kisses her. His fingers returning the zipper to its place high on her chest. “Please?”

“Ok Jonny. We’ll do it your way. But know that my father isn’t going to say, ‘Feel free to defile my daughter.’ Eventually, you’re going to have to make a choice.”

“I know. And that choice will be you. But for now, go make yourself comfortable while I get a shower.”

“I was making myself comfortable.” She quips back. “How about I stay and wash your back?”

“OUT!”

“Okay, okay. Geesh you’re as bad as mom! Hey! Why can’t I take a shower too? It would save sooo much time over going all the way back to my house.”

“Do you really want to use my boy soap and shampoo? You’ll end up smelling like me.”

“I already smell like you. Makes me warm all over.” She leers at him.

“You’re killing me. Besides, what would you wear?”

“Oh I’m sure I could find something,” she darts into his closet, “How about one of your shirts…”

“Hey get out of there!”

“There you go again...MOM!”

With mock exasperation he huffs, “How about this, we can pick up some toiletries for you to keep here and maybe some clothes. Then we can both start cleaning up here. But only if you leave me alone, and I’ll leave you alone” Shelby squeals her ascent. “Good. Now can I take a shower?”

Shelby hops to her boyfriend and kisses him quickly. “OK lover, go get clean. I’ll be a good girl.”

She closes the door, behind her the lock clicks. “I think you have trust issues Mister! We’ll have to discuss this in therapy!” She then proceeds to skip downstairs.

At the base of the steps she pauses to look around. The picture that he had turned away earlier catches her attention. She walks over and picks it up. It’s a man and a woman. She’s red-haired and beautiful. He’s blonde and handsome. She sees Jonathan in both of them His chin, her eyes, his hair and complexion, her facial structure. It’s Michelle and Jonathan Moorland. Smiling, happy, full of life and in love. “Mr. and Mrs. Moorland,” Her voice confident, decided. “I’ve fallen for your son. I want you to know that I promise to take care of him. Always. I hope you approve.” She returns the picture then goes to wait for Jonathan.

Hope this makes up for the briefness of the last chapter posted.

v/r
JM