source note : I am not a writer and I am not writing a book. I simply like reading and thought I'd give this a go for fun. So criticize if you must, I can take it ; ) If you are like me and can't get emotionally invested in characters without a bit of cover story then this might be for you. I'm not sure where this story is going but I will tell it from two perspectives in multiple parts. I will try to upload once a week. Not every portion will bear sex but we'll get there.

EDIT : I 'd like to add that this is an alternate percentage one. The master share one told from Gabriel 's linear perspective was supposed to be published first but it 's still pending.



I'd heard my parents arguing the night my dad hired Gabriel. My female parent didn't want me hanging around the shop with a teenage boy. My dad tried to calm her down but she refused to let it go. She called him an"Illegal immigrant"and warned that my father could get into problem for hiring him. It finally ended with my dad telling her he wasn't changing his intellect. Gabriel had come to him honest enough asking for work.

I was intrigued to say the least. I was only partially aware of why my mother didn't want me around a teenage boy, but this boy was unlike from the other son. He had an accent I tried to mime secretly when I was alone, and he was polite.

He was quiet, and always working. He shadowed Tim, our inspection mechanic, closely and seemed to be remembering everything. He adored my Padre who never had to ask him twice to do anything. He even held reverential conversation with my mother when she visited. But he ignored me, almost blatantly. It became my compulsion. At first I tried to get his attention through flattery and kindness, bringing him water, and telling him he did an amazing job. When that failed to get me the quantity of attending I was use to, I began showing off. Talking back to my dad, slacking on oeuvre and basically doing whatever I could get away with.

The showtime clip he spoke my epithet it was to ask me where the ice was. goad to say he wasn't felicitous about the candy wrappers I'd been leaving around.

Gabriel had a mother and baby sister he went dwelling to every day. He never spoke about them but I heard my Fatherhood once tell my female parent that all the money he paid him Gabriel gave to his mother.

We grew up going to different shoal. I went to Vance preparation and he went to bow high, but at the end of the day we were both covered in the same rubble and filth watching as my dad showed us how to repair a fuse box or replace a power steering fluid line. Several age like this and we slowly began to constitute a sort of sibling rivalry. So Seeing thanksgiving's car parked outside the store that night was a piddling bit of a surprisal, but not much. hold up I'd heard she and Gabriel were on the outs after she found out about his two year double feast with Wendy. I walked in and set my book bag down in the agency hearing for the auditory sensation of Grace's voice.

Nothing.

I walked into the shop and found it also strangely calm. Ever since my dad had begun teaching Gabriel the in's and out's of car fixing he'd barely left the workshop. But the familiar metallic and electric car speech sound were missing and so were Gabriel and Grace.

I noticed the door on the former side of the shop was ajar. It opened up to the fenced-in backrest of the shop and the small patch of wood between us and Main street. I don't normally moot myself to be the irritatingly nosy type, but curiosity got the better of me. Were they getting back together ? Was Grace just coming by to yell at him again ?

I silently crept up to the snap in the door and peeked outside. The commencement thing I saw was gracility's red jacket lying across an old lawn chairman. The second thing I saw was gracility herself. On her knees. In strawman of Gabriel. With her mouth full.

I quickly stepped back feeling my side turn red. What the literal heck ?

I dared another peek just in case my oculus had deceived me.

Gabriel was leaning against a wall, he was sweaty from his day of work and his dark hair was falling loose and damp in his face. grace was indeed on her knee on the broken concrete with her double-dyed blond hair pulled back in a flawless ponytail despite the humidness of the day. Her perfect backtalk was wrapped around Gabriel's dick, her expensive looking nose pressed into his benighted peck of whorl while her sky blue eyes looked up at him fiercely.

I'd never seen Gabriel 's nerve so relaxed. He looked down at blessing in awe as if she were a goddess gifting him immortality. She began to attract away from him and that's when I realized the extent of Grace's talents. Her lips slid over the length of him until all eight inches were pointed at her nose dripping in her saliva. His hawkshaw must have been far down her throat or tool didn't function the way I thought they did. He let out a strait I'd never knew he was capable of making. It was almost a intelligence and not quite a moan of pain.

I felt my interior melt at the phone of his voice and would later think of it and find myself wondering what he would feel like in my sassing. What would he savor like ? Could I have his boldness look like that ?

"Come in my mouth."seemliness said with her hoarse interpreter then swallowed his pecker again. His pelvic arch thrust forward and she bobbed her top dog back and forth quickly using one hand to steady his dick at the understructure. It was Grace's set of perfectly manicured cherry tree red nails that brought My attending to his formal hanging heavy between his legs.

I'd never actually seen one in veridical life before. The diagram at schoolhouse had not prepared me and I felt myself jerk embarrassingly. That's when I knew it was time for me to go. I wasn't even supposed to be there. I quickly left the shop class and I waited exterior across the street in front line of the loony Cat madam house for Grace to leave. She did, almost twenty minutes later. I began to question how farseeing sex like that took and if her knees hurt or her jaw was sore… or maybe Gabriel had returned the favor… Grace certainly looked satisfied as she exited the shop backwards with his tongue down her gagless throat.

For some reason it left a dark feeling over my already raging teenage hormones. I waited until Grace pulled out of the shop in her dada's jeep then headed for the workshop where Gabriel sat outside smoking like an idiot. I'd come to ask him for a ride home, but could barely get myself to look at him let alone ask for anything. I did what every spoiled plentiful girl does when embarrassed, I challenged him and tried to gain back some of my confidence and exponent.

checkers was our poison. We played almost every day after school day. And just like the Karen Danielsen Horney teenager he was he bet me a kiss if I lost. I lost. He kissed me. My first osculation. Later, for years, I would sit and think horrified of how deep the osculation had gotten, sure he could tell it was my first. Had I actually ground myself against his knee ? Had he noticed the stupid despairing phone I made ? God I must be the brunt of all his joke now. One affair was for certain. I never EVER thought of Gabriel as a buddy again .