Satisfied Secrets (18+) [COMPLETE]

[3] Memories

~TROY~

The Clover sisters. 

One delicate and quiet, reminding me of a small bunny that would scurry meekly as though trying to hide from the world. The other wild and majestic, a she-wolf that did as she pleased and trailed pridefully through the world. Both so different from one another yet, they fascinated me equally the first time I laid eyes on them.

Who knew they’d change my life forever?

I bumped into Jenna Clover first, her books spilling to the floor, long brown curls veiling her eyes as we both reached down to pick them up. When she murmured “thanks,” her hazel eyes rimmed with depths of oceanic green captured mine. Pretty, I thought. Real pretty. Her glossed lips pinched together shyly as I handed her the last of her books. Tucking a strand behind her ear, star earrings catching the fluorescent light, she stood with a quick nod. And the bunny rushing off to her class. My eyes followed her until she disappeared around a corner. Once gone, I remembered what I’d been running for-soccer practice-and sprinted down the hall.

On the field, that same day is where I soon met Caroline for the first time. The soccer ball had landed behind the bleachers and I raced to get it, freezing in my tracks at the sight. 

Two girls, a short redhead wearing the school uniform and a tall blonde in a cheerleaders uniform, were making out. The blonde’s blue eyes fluttered open seductively, razor-focused on my sudden appearance. And instead of breaking apart, scurrying away in embarrassment, with a sliver of a smile, she wrapped her arms around the redhead and kissed her more passionately. Her eyes never left mine. Rather, they beckoned for me to watch, a glint of mischief blooming in her eyes.

My heart ballooned into my mouth, a feeling I’d never felt before rattling my insides.

Stunned and aroused, my eyes flickered between her eyes and slender fingers trailed up the red-heads bare thigh teasingly. Her blue eyes naughtily craved the forbidden attention as the redhead started to pant heavily against her lips. My teenage heart thumped bewilderingly in my chest, anticipating the sight of her fingers disappearing beneath the ruffled plaid skirt.

Still staring at me, the blonde bit her bottom lip, moving her hand between the redhead’s thighs as a heavenly moan elicited from the girl, making the blonde smile. So hot. Her arm see-sawed up and down and I could tell as the redhead grasped the bar of the steel bleachers for support that lust had slowly consumed her.

“Aahhh,” she moaned.

The blonde immediately placed a hand on her mouth but continued to ravish her with delicate, possessive fingers. Her wolf-like eyes watched me at a distance before gazing down, signaling for something. Being the i***t I was, I thought she was looking at my swollen crotch. But instead, her gaze lowered to the soccer ball. Then back at me, darting back to the field behind me. Gradually, I heard the grassy footsteps of a teammate approach.

She wanted me to leave before they could get caught.

With wobbly knees, I quietly grabbed the soccer ball, hearing the redhead’s muffled excitement. God, it would be torture having to walk away and return to playing when I knew there was a tent being prepped in my shorts. But I couldn’t let them be caught. 

I liked being in on such an erotic secret.

Before the player could approach, I turned my back on them, racing to him with the ball in hand. “Sorry, had to tie my shoe,” I told him, throwing an arm around his shoulder so he’d head back to the game.

The memory of those girls kissing ruined practice for me; I couldn’t focus on anything else but that image solidified in the back of my mind. Those hypnotic blue eyes that teased and captivated me. The sound of the red-heads moans of ecstasy.

At the end of practice, the blonde waited for me. She perched on the bleachers, leaning back with her long legs crossed at the ankles and a smirk on her glossed lips.

“Did you enjoy the show, handsome?” she asked, sitting up. I gulped at the direct beauty of her, flipping her hair over her shoulder before standing to head down the stairs towards me. Rays of sunshine streamed behind her, creating a radiant glow as though she were a fallen angel. My words caught into the back of my throat, captivated by her gracefully movements as she slowly approached me.

Tongue-tied, I nodded then immediately regretted it. I couldn’t admit to enjoying being a perv on two girls making out in secrecy. With her hands on her slim waist and pursed lips, she stopped a few feet away from me, the intoxicating scent of honey and lilac hitting me with a domineering force.

“Good,” she smiled wickedly. “Would you like more tickets to the show?”

Skeptically, I asked, “Is this a trick question?”

Despite the imperious aura surrounding her, her laugh sounded bubbly and sweet in my ears. “It’s a simple question. Yes or no?”

I looked her up and down. Beautiful was only a fragment of what made her so compelling in my eyes. Rosy cheeks, plump glossed lips, hourglass figure, and eyes that could make one drown within their depths. I wanted to get to know this girl; stay within her field of gravity.

So, I agreed. “Yes…”

Her smile widened. “Then I need you...to be my friend and help me keep my relationship with that girl a secret.”

“I had no intentions of blabbing.”

Her smile faded. “I’m serious. She could get into a lot of trouble.” She...not I but she. “The last thing I need is to ruin her reputation by being known for making out with the new bi chick.”

“Bi?” Felt like she emphasized bi just for me.

Taking another step closer, her eyes roamed me as I’d done her moments ago, the corner of her lip tilting upwards. “Yeah, I like boys too.” With that, she leaned closer and kissed me softly on the cheek. Breath caught in my chest unexpectedly, eyes widening as she leaned back and offered a hand. “Let’s seal the deal...”

“T-Troy,” I stuttered, feeling my entire body overheating from the small gesture.

“Hi, Troy. I’m Caroline.”

Caroline. Such a sweet, earthy name. I thought about her as we parted ways soon after, throughout the evening as my foster siblings teased me for my “goofy” expression well into the next day. Until the next day when another familiar face took a hold of my thoughts.

“Troy, this is Jenna Clover. She just transferred into Honors Biology. She’ll be your new lab partner for the semester.”

The girl with the hazel eyes and star-shaped earrings. She granted me a meek smile before sitting down beside me. And that’s when I felt my heart get caught in my mouth again, the same way Caroline had done yesterday. But it wasn’t because of arousal this time.

“Hi, Troy,” she greeted in the tiniest of voices. “Pleasure to meet you.”

That day, over sharing a biology book and getting her to laugh over the teachers’ toupee, we became friends very quickly. Once you got her to smile confidently, she opened up like a rosebud. And when lunch came and she waved from the back of the cafeteria to get my attention, I headed in her direction.

Then paused.

Joining her at the table was Caroline. Jenna finished swallowing a sip of her juice before introducing us. “Oh, Troy, this is my sister, Caroline.” Behind her back, Caroline placed a finger on her lips, signaling that our actual introduction to each wasn’t for Jenna to know.

Or to ever find out. Even to this day.

That memory of them struck me like lightning the moment my wife opened the front door to greet Jenna.

It’s been a little more than a year since I last saw her before the honeymoon. When she confessed her feelings for me, feelings I’d yearned for through years of our friendship, relief and hunger for her gorgeous flesh raptured me, compelling me to take her in my arms in one fatal swoop. Soft, warm, and captivating, her lips brought everything I craved to the surface. My body has memorized the warmth of her body in my arms, the way the small of her back fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. Then it was snatched away as quickly as it had formed.

By the time Caroline and I came back from our honeymoon, Jenna left to finish her teaching degree across the country. And now, finally done, she’s returned. I couldn’t lie. Every inch of my body ached to have her back in my arms, smelling the sweet scent of the pear shampoo she’s been using since I’ve known her.

Caroline quickly wrapping her in a sisterly hug. “Jen! I can’t believe you came so early. You should have told us and we would have picked you up.”

“It was a last-minute change,” Jen told her, her melodic voice thick in the air, sweet and gentle, like her. “I tried to leave a voicemail but your mailbox was full.”

Caroline wrinkled her nose cutely, taking a step back for Jen to enter with her luggage. “I should erase some of those,” she muttered. I stepped closer to help with the luggage, Jen coming into complete view for the first time.

Air seeped into the depths of my lungs at the sight of her. Her dark, chestnut hair pulled back in a ponytail cascading down her slender backside. Strands of curls frame her seductive hazel eyes along with black-rimmed glasses, making her appear more alluring. A crimson knitted dress hugged her curves perfectly, my loins recalling the heat between her legs when we made out on my wedding day. Guilt rocked through me as my eyes flickered between her and Caroline.

Pretend it never happened, Troy! It never happened!

Jen’s eyes caught mine, softening as they settled over me. “Well, hello, stranger,” she greeted with a smirk. “Long time, no see.” My eyes wandered to her glossed lips, vividly recalling the sweet heat of them against mine. “Marriage suits you. You look great.”

“I could say the same for you,” I retorted then nervously caught myself. “Not the marriage thing. The ‘you look great’ part. I’m...I’m gonna take your bag upstairs.”

Before she could refuse, I snatched her bags from her hands and turned towards the staircase, feeling my heart lurching in my chest. 

What the hell was that?!

She’d only been in the house for a minute and I was already making a fool of myself, sending me back to that lovestruck teenager. The boy who first met Jen, bumping into her in the halls and scrambling to pick up her books. 

Reaching Jenna’s room, I placed her suitcase by her fluffed queen size bed Caroline insisted on perfecting before her arrival. She even placed a tiny bag of caramel chocolates, Jen’s favorite, in the middle of the bed to surprise her.

Sometimes I wonderedㅡno, scratch that, I knew Caroline was more excited than the both of us for Jenna to be staying here.

“Does all of this seem weird to you?”

I flinched at the voice, turning around to see Jenna leaning against the doorframe. 

“s**t, Jen!” I cursed, a chuckle soon following after. With a hand to her mouth, she attempted to hide her laughter. “Maybe we should have given you bells instead of candy as a gift.”

“Probably,” she smirked. She looked around the room, a cozy space with a walk-in closet and desk. Caroline accented the room with dark lavender, Jenna’s favorite color; from her comforters to the penholder on her desk. “You were always easy to spook.”

Furrowing my brows, I watched Jen walk across the room, unfamiliar with her new demeanor. The way her hips swayed as she sauntered to her bed, the way she spoke with saucy confidence she hadn’t possessed before, and the way her eyes hinted to something forbidden as they looked me up and down. Something changed about her. Not her looks but her attitude towards me. Instinctively, I stuffed my hands in my pockets, feeling the collar of my shirt tightening around my neck the longer I gazed at her.

“So, does all this seem weird to you?” she asked again, plopping down on the bed. As she crossed her legs, I sensual heat rattled through my body, knocking me back into the memory of us together before my wedding. The things I said. The things we did. For a year, I felt guilty yet relieved about our encounter. Relieved that we’d finally admitted our feelings for one another and guilty because I wanted to feel her once more.

Gulping down the thought, I answered, “You moving in? Or…” She leaned back on her hands, displaying the tight, yarn material against her chest yearning to break through the fabric. “...You? The way you’re acting now?”

She pursed her glossed lips. “Both.”

Snatching a hand out my pocket, I massaged my temple, still confused about the Jenna that sat before me. Since high school, she’s been timid and soft-spoken and would rather sink into furniture and be unnoticed than to be in the spotlight. I shook my head, the pieces of our past and present jumbled together. “Jenna, what’s going on with you?”

Her lips parted as though to ask what I meant but we were both adults, we’ve known each other for years, and we both knew something had changed between us. Whether it be from our secret kiss or the year of separation. But the change was pungent in the air around us, practically tangible against our skin.

With a heavy breath, she adjusted her dress before standing up to approach me. I didn’t step away, ignoring my instinct to keep some distance between us. The bedroom door was wide open and my wife was waiting for us downstairs. This was a brightly lit code red in the marriage booklet for good husbands.

But I think I’d already crossed that line before marriage.

Jen placed a hand on my arm, causing goosebumps to jolt against my skin, the only barrier between her slender fingers being the thin material of my dress shirt. Her hazel eyes flashed with the same desire they harbored a year ago that made me lose control. “About what happened,” she began, tiny shards of her timid personality breaking through as she spoke. “What I told you after we*”

I cut her off, having the same ache in my chest I did when she reminded me that we had a duty to Caroline and we had to bottle our feelings. “I know. It never happened*”

“But it did happen, Troy,” she retorted, surprising me. “It happened. And I want it to happen again.”