NEW LIFE : A SECOND CHANCE

** Warning: Mild R18 **

Samantha was frozen at the sudden kiss. Her eyes were wide open in shock, her body stiff, and her lips were clamped shut.

But not for long.

Her thoughts may have been on 'keeping Kyle pure' but the moment his lips touched hers, she lost it. She wouldn't make the first move but she certainly wouldn't reject it if he was the one who made the first move!

This wasn't their first kiss but it was the first kiss that Kyle initiated ... and was actively participating in. As his lips were moving softly against her own, she willingly kissed him back. When she felt his tongue licking her bottom lip, she opened them and their tongue danced.

Samantha's hands went around his neck, needing the support as she felt her legs weakening. He pressed on closer to her, moulding her body to his as he held her tightly to him.

Samantha's hands roamed all over, from the back of his neck, down to his back. Touching his bare skin and feeling all his muscles. She could feel his arousal as his hard shaft was pressed against her and she couldn't help but want more. She was even moving her lower half subconsciously, dry grinding her core to his arousal.

When they finally broke the kiss, both of them were breathing hard as they looked at each other deep in the eyes. Samantha couldn't help it but start to kiss him again, and she took his hand, placing it on her breast.

At that, Kyle broke the kiss. He looked deep into her eyes, his eyes dark with lust as he said huskily while fondling her and running his thumb across her nipples through the clothes, "Not here."

Samantha, in a daze, nodded. She could feel herself getting so wet and she moaned slightly, her nipples hardening. Quickly grabbing his hand, she ran out of the door.

"My room," Kyle said, easily keeping up with her pace as he reached for his door, opening it.

Once through the door, Samantha slammed it shut and locked it. Their lips locked again as Kyle's hands were busy pulling off Samantha's shirt. She was also busy pulling down his shorts down his leg. One by one, their clothes fell to the floor as they clumsily made it to the bed.

Samantha and Kyle were now only in their underwear, though Samantha's bra was long gone. As she sat on the bed, looking up at the almost naked Kyle, she suddenly felt shy. Seeing his eyes roam all over her body made her blush, even though he had already seen it on the first day they met!

She held her breath as he leaned over, giving her another searing kiss on the lips, then neck. Before he reached any lower, he got up, much to her disappointment. He then reached over to the ties of the bedpost and released it, making the curtains fall.

"Why did you do that? There's no one else in the room," Samantha couldn't help but say.

"No particular reason," Kyle admitted as he climbed over her, caressing her face and neck, "But I kinda like the thought of my first time to be enclosed like this. Like it's our own private room."

Samantha smiled at that, waiting on the bed silently as she watched Kyle release the tie from the other bedposts. Soon, the whole bed was fully enclosed by the curtains, making the place slightly darker but she could still see him. The moonlight - and garden lights - streamed into the room and it was enough for her to be able to see his chiseled form above her.

Her eyes fell on his package and she shivered in excitement as climbed on top of her, kissing her all over. Soon, the room was filled with moans, screams and soon, creaking sounds which just intensified.

?? ??

On another part of town, a man was watching the monitor with anger.

Although he could not see exactly what was going on - which, in truth was probably better - what he did see was enough. He could see the shadows within the curtained-enclosed bed and the sight made him grit his teeth.

One figure was lying down on the bed and the other, above that figure. The shadowy, rhythmic movements on the lower part of the figure obviously showed what was happening and only an idiot wouldn't know what was going on.

"Damn it!" cursed Richard, "This is more serious than I thought!"

When he received reports from all of his informants that Kyle was actually not climbing into his daughter's bed, he thought it was great. Samantha was even being good and wasn't even up to her normal antics. She even dressed normally!

So, he had let his guard down.

Only to find out that they ended up sleeping together after all!

He banged the table angrily. Looking up at the door, he shouted, "Get the plane ready! We're going back to Mansion BMX NOW!"

"But boss," stammered the assistant that poked his head in, "We just landed. They're doing the maintenance right now and it'll take at least four hours because of a fault they found in the last flight."

Richard gritted his teeth, "Three! Or you can tell them to find another job."

His assistant ran off hurriedly.

?? Two and a half hours later ??

Richard couldn't believe it.

He was still watching the screen, his eyes hardly moving from it.

The kids were still at it?!

First, it had been the normal missionary position whereby he was on top of her. Richard could tell how vigorous the movements had been. Then, after a few minutes of just the two of them lying down, he saw as one figure get up on the knees while the other was turned around. The lower half was lifted up and the figure behind started moving again.

It was obviously the doggy-style. His daughter's head was still on the pillow while he was the one was vigorously doing all of the work, occasionally even slapping the buttocks as he pumped on.

After that, he watched as the guy lay back down on his back and she rolled on top. At first, there was no movement and then ... there was. So now, it was the cowgirl position. However, instead of sitting up, she was lying down on him, their faces connected. Obviously, they were kissing. Yet, the back was moving like crazy.

Right now, he was watching them do the Lap Dance. He could see the feet peeking out under the curtains as Kyle sat at the edge, with Samantha facing him and on his lap. Her hands were around his shoulders, her cheek on his face or something. He couldn't tell where his hands were but it didn't take much imagination to know.

It was bad enough to see the shadowy silhouette, but now, seeing the curtains move as well with every movement was worse.

He clenched his teeth, crushed the pen that was in his hands and thought that he was going to have a VERY long talk with this Kyle Smith.

Richard got up, took his coat and walked out the door.

It took him about an hour to finally reach home and the first thing he did was go to the guest room. Unlocking the door quickly, he strode in and glared at the bed. There was no more movement and things were as quiet as can be.

He pushed the curtains back and saw the two kids deep in sleep, with the boy's hand over his daughter's waist. Their bodies were still entangled and the blanket just barely covered their most private parts. Used condoms were littered about the bed, and Richard's eyes squinted as he noted the number.

Obviously, their' exercise' tired them out but for them to still be asleep despite the noise he made when he entered? That was unacceptable !! Though deep down, he was feeling a bit jealous at the virility of youth. He, himself, needed some help once in a while and even then, one round was already exhausting.

"SAMANTHA GREEN!!!" Richard bellowed, causing the two to suddenly jerked and look around in a daze.

When Samantha saw her father standing there, she gasped and quickly brought up the blanket to cover herself more and she subconsciously went closer to Kyle behind her. Which caused Richard to be angrier.

He took her by the wrist and was going to pull her when he suddenly felt another hand on his. He looked up, only to see that it was Kyle, who deftly got Richard to release his hold on Samantha's wrist. He then pulled Samantha closer to him, enclosing her in a hug.

"Mr. Greene," Kyle said, his voice steady and even despite his nakedness as he lay there, "I'm sorry to actually meet you like this, but please don't use violence against Samantha."

When Richard saw how protective Kyle was with Samantha as he held her in his arms, his anger was appeased a bit but he couldn't show it. He snarled and said, "Samantha, get back to your room now. I'll deal with you later."

Then he glared at Kyle, "And you, young man. 10 minutes. Downstairs."

With that, he walked out and slammed the door.

Samantha looked at Kyle apologetically, "I'm sorry, Kyle. I didn't think my father would be back so soon."

Kyle kissed her gently on the lips, smiling as he said, "It's fine. I've got to meet him sooner or later anyway."

Samantha blushed, thinking of what had happened earlier as she looked at the boy - no, man - in front of her. She had already thought that Kyle wasn't normal but the past activity only made it clearer about that. Was he really a virgin?

"You ..." Samantha began, but Kyle put his finger on her lips as he shook his head, "We'll talk later. Your father is waiting for me."

With that, he got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, giving Samantha a clear view of his naked back and round, firm butt. She looked at the used condoms strewn about and blushed again. Upon getting down from the bed, her legs suddenly felt so weak that she fell to the ground.

She sat there dumbfounded for a minute, then buried her face in her hands in pure embarrassment. Luckily Kyle hadn't seen her. He could get up easily, so why couldn't she? Once she recovered a bit, she quickly took her clothes, covered her nakedness and ran out to get back to her room.

In the bathroom, Kyle looked at himself in the mirror, sighed and scratched his head, then stretched to relieve the tired muscles.

[Phase One done]

[Noted. Status?] Kay asked.

[Initiating contact in 8 mins]

[Be careful, brother. Field agents reported that his face looked like he was going to war]

Kyle smirked at that.

[They were right] Kyle commented as he stepped into the shower.