Homecoming

Chelsea looked at him in the mirror and could feel her cheeks starting to warm. She was finally comfortable with her body. She worked enough for it, trying to run and do pilates on a regular basis. But the the thought of Rosie floated to the back of her mind, and she wrapped the other towel around herself. "We should probably get dressed before someone gets home."
 
Marc looked at Chelsea a moment wondering what happened then decided not to pursue it. If there were an issue she would bring it up eventually, and if not, he could dig into it later. Grabbing his clothes, he rolled socks and underwear up in his shirt, and pulled on the shorts.

I watched her as she dressed and asked, "Dinner?"
 
She pulled her clothes on and tied her hair up into a bun on the top of her head. She shrugged at his question. "Are we going back to your room first?" Chelsea gave him a smile and laughed a little. "Not sure of any restaurants that being shirtless is okay," he teased. "Not that I would mind."
 
Marc gave Chelsea a lopsided grin, "Yeah, and my wallet is in my room. Might need it to pay for food."

He opened the door and looked around. In a stage whisper her turned to her and said, "Coast is clear."
 
She half rolled her eyes at his dramatic whisper before giving his rear a light pinch. "Move along," she said with a smirk. Brushing past him, she wandered into her room and grabbed a change of clothes.

Chelsea turned when he cleared his throat, about to make a smartass remark at his impatience. But Marc didn't clear his throat. A look of shock mixed with a child being caught doing something wrong washed over her face. "Hi daddy..."
 
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"Fuck," escaped Marc's mouth when he realizes why Chelsea stopped. The expression on his face was inscrutable to Marc at least.

"H...hi Mr Brown, " he finalized choked out.

This man who had been more of a father figure to him than his own had been turned his eyes from Chelsea to Marc, anger and disappointment flared in those eyes.

His voice was barely constrained fury as he said, "Boy, let's talk."

In that amazing feat that fathers can only do, he looked at Chelsea and said in a voice soft as love, "Go to room sweetie, give me and the boy 15 minutes then you can come out."

His eyes hardened again as he looked at Marc and commanded, "Follow me."
 
Chelsea opened her mouth, and then shut it again, deciding it best not to back talk. "Yes sir..." She hadn't heard that edge in his voice, nor had she gotten that look of disappointment in a long while. She gave Marc an apologetic look before disappearing into her room and shutting the door.

She ran her hands over her face while heaving a sigh. They should've just gone back to the motel... She cracked her door once she was sure they were no longer in the hallway, half hoping she could hear what her dad had to say, but could only hear the muffle of his voice.
 
Mr Brown led Marc into the kitchen and pointed at one of the stools at the bar as he went around the counter. He leaned against the counter and said, "I would appreciate if you and Chelsea did not engage in shenanigans under my roof. "

Marc gulped around the knot in his throat and said, "Yes sir."

Mr Brown stood there considering something then shrugged. "You don't know it, have no reason to, but when you left, Chelsea was in a bad place."

Mr Brown's face softened and looked sad, "A place that no matter what her mom and I tried, it didn't help. She ate and ate as a means of comforting herself."

His face gained resolve and said, "She worked hard to get out of that place, slim down, and I can only think it is because she knew you were coming back."

He raised a hand, "I don't know for sure if that is true, but it is what my gut says. Not if you hurt her..."

He gave Marc a lopsided grin, "Well, a threat is useless you'd kick my butt I guess. Just don't Marc, I can't bear to see her hurt like that again."

Marc looked up at him and said, "I can't promise I won't, you know that. But I don't deserve her if I can't get a job, and minimum wage is no way for her to live."

Marc looked back the way they had come and said, "Worst case scenario is I reenlist and get assigned a couple hundred miles away. Then I can come back on days off, and she could visit on breaks."

Mr Brown nodded, "We'll see. Now scat. Before she thinks we killed each other."
 
Chelsea laid on her bed with her face buried in a pillow. She only hoped her father wasn't chewing Marc a new on, and that Marc didn't end up saying something stupid... She didn't hear any yelling, which she took for a good sign.

At the sound if footsteps coming up the stairs she hopped up and opened the door. She relaxed seeing it was Marc. "What did he say?" she asked, opening the door a little wider.
 
Marc looked at Chelsea and smiled, "mostly he wanted me to know that he would kill me if I hurt you, and to ask that we not perform 'shenanigans' here."

He cupped her jaw with his hand and caressed her lips with his thumb. "That means we better leave, I have some unfinished pleasures with you."
 
She sucked his thumb into her mouth for a moment or two, letting her tongue slide around the tip before softly popping it from her lips. "I guess we should get going then..." she said in a low voice.
 
The feeling of Chelsea's tongue swirling twirling around his thumb sent a charge to his cock which swelled immediately to its full glory, simultaneously a moan escaped his throat. "Damn, baby," he cooed hungrily.

He looked around and not seeing Mr Brown he pulled Chelsea in for a hug by her ads, fingers wrapping under to toy with her pussy. "Yeah let's do, fast food take out for dinner."
 
She grinned at his reaction. Once she had a change of clothes gathered, they made their way out to the car.

"So what do you want? McDonald's, Taco Bell, Wendy's?" she asked as they made their way into his room. "I think we just got a drive-thru Panera Bread too, if you want something a little healthier." It was no surprise, really, being that they lived in what would be considered by most to be a college town.
 
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Marc looked at her and asked rhetorically, "Healthy? Are you kidding?"

He yanked her up in the air and pinned her against his body, "With everything I am going to do with you tonight, I will need every calorie I can get."

He kissed her as he pinned her against the wall, his hands kneading her ass firmly. He broke the kiss and nibbled on her neck whispering "Wendy's."
 
She wrapped her legs around his hips and arms around his neck as he pinned her against the wall. She gasped when he nibbled on her neck and then giggled. "Well, if you keep this up we're not going to get any food..."
 
Marc grinned at he as he rotated his pelvis against hers. "Without food, I won't be able to keep this up long. "

He grabbed his wallet from the night stand and turned to Chelsea. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at her and he said mostly to himself, "How did I end up with her?"
 
"Oh no, well we can't have that happen," she teased gently as he set her down to grab his wallet. Chelsea felt her cheeks warm at the look he gave her as he mumbled to himself. "C'mon, let's get you fed," she said as she motioned towards the door.

It was maybe 30 minutes later that they returned with a couple bags that contained burgers and fries and some drinks in hand.
 
No sooner than they got back to the hotel room Marc snatched her up and kissed her deeply, "Lie down on the bed naked," he said.

He gave a half cocked grin and said, "I want to eat my dinner off of your naked body."
 
She barely had time to set the food in her hands down before he grabbed her. She grinned back at him before kissing his neck, then nibbling on his ear. "Let me guess, I'm for dessert?"
 
Marc lifted her by the ads cheeks and said, "If you have to guess, I am fucking up."

He carried her to the bed and laid her on the duvet. Item by item he disrobbed her, and laid her flat on the bed.

He laid his dinner out on her stomach and grabbed hers before stripping and laying down next to her, his feet up on the wall. "Dinner!" He exclaimed as he plucked a fry from between her tits and handing her a bag of food.
 
Chelsea laid as still as she could Marc placed his food on her, fries between her breasts, a couple burgers on her stomach, cold milkshake between her legs which made her shiver. When he handed her the bag she moved carefully to dig out some fries, not wanting to tip his food off onto the bed. "Why do I have a feeling you would feel right at home in a nudes colony?" she thought out load between bites.
 
Marc paused, burger halfway to his mouth. Shaking his head, "No, maybe not. I love being naked, especially with you." He grinned his lopsided grin, "And I do love putting on a show, especially Rachel's neighbors."

He put the but her down and caressed her, "But a nudist colony would be different. No shock value to appeal to my prurient desires for and about you."

The grin came back, "Besides if I were nude all the time, his would I carry rope or handcuffs to use on you?"
 
"Hmm... That would be difficult, wouldn't it?" She smirked at him. "Though where are these handcuffs you're talking about?" she teased before taking a sip of her own milkshake, which only proved to be slightly difficult.
 
With one hand, Marc grabbed a burger and took a bite while the other hand pushed his milkshake up against her pussy. He pointed to his duffle bag. "In there."

He spun the milk shake against her sex, raising it and lowering it slowly as well. It was as if he either wanted to freeze her cunt, or melt his shake.

"Have you ever been tied down or handcuffed during sex?"
 
It was almost irritated how nonchalant he was, eating his dinner without a care, while torturing her... She shivered and squirmed as he moved the ice cold cup against her. "N-no," she stuttered. "Only when you tied me up, never before that."
 
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