“I needed you, Mack. I came to you crying my eyes out over something I’d just seen. Something I never told you about.”
“You kept a lot of secrets,” I accused.
“Shhh,” she said with her finger. “I’m talking. I don’t think you have any room to talk about secrets.”
“Yes! I love this. Go on,” Mr. Nichols coaxed, wearing the fakest smile I’d ever seen on him. He was rubbing it in. He wanted us to fight. I pushed my finger into my temple, trying to stop the wind chimes. My eyes felt glazed, like I was looking through swimming pool water and my head impulsively hurt out of nowhere.
“You were coming to tell me about Mr. Nichols?” I asked, contemplating the strange expression on Gianna’s face.
“Nah, I was coming to tell you I was pregnant with his baby.”
My shocked eyes went right to Mr. Nichols. He didn’t look as surprised as me. I assumed he knew, maybe he knew before, maybe that was part of all of this. I didn’t know. I didn’t know anything anymore. I was more interested in Gia knowing about her dad and me.
“Yeah, Mack. I was scared. I needed you. Guess where you were?” I only shrugged. How could I answer that? I didn’t even know what time period we were even talking about. I was having a hard enough time keeping up with the current day. The now. Right this second.
“You were on your dad’s desk. With my dad between your legs. You were telling him it was over. It wasn’t over, was it, Mack? It went on and on and on.”
Oh god. She knew. I knew what day she was talking about. I stood in front of her, covering my mouth. I knew the exact day she was talking about. She knew. Gia knew all along. It all made sense now. I’d gone home from practice without Gia. She had to meet her parents for dinner, or so she said, anyway. Kyle pulled in right before me. I hated him in his suit and tie. It reminded me of him being someone’s dad. Gia’s dad. He was way sexier in his basketball shorts and no shirt, shooting hoops in the driveway.
My bedroom window had the perfect view to his driveway. He always knew when I was watching, flexing his muscles more, forcing his chest out and shoulders to square up more than normal. I thought it was cute. My bedroom was also a straight shot to his office over the garage. This is where I did my teasing, and torturing, walking around naked, exposing myself to him. I’m going to blame it on the age difference. I would have never let any of the boys at school tell me what to do. I’m going to assume Kyle used his age and authority over me to his advantage.
If Gia would have read between the lines, she could have figured it out more than once. A lot more. Like the night I’d just walked out of my bathroom, noticing the light over the garage. I dropped my towel and walked to the window. Kyle was standing there with his arms crossed. I couldn’t really see his face or the expressions, he was too far away for that, but I could see his body, and I’d seen the expression a million times.
“Working late?” I asked, answering my cell phone.
“Yes. Turn around. Let me see your ass.”
Twirling, I flipped my hair. I could do those things with Kyle. I was comfortable with Kyle.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered.
I didn’t answer. I brought my foot to my vanity bench and slowly ran my fingers up my already wet sex. Watching him bring the binoculars to his eyes, I put on a show, sliding my fingers in and out of my overactive sex, rubbing my swollen little nub, and spreading myself for him to see.
“That’s it, Kenzie. Rub it. Make it come for me.” I moaned, feeling that very thing about to happen. He sensed it too and stopped me.
“Go over to your bed and get on your hands and knees.”
It’s actually a good thing he was a pervert. Had I not turned when I did, Gia would have caught me playing with myself in front of the window. Thank god we had that kind of relationship. She didn’t even notice I was naked, thought nothing of the dirty towel on my bed or the flushed color on my cheeks. She plopped to the bed and started talking about Mr. Nichols. I wished she would shut up about him. That’s all she talked about. Like she was ever going to have a shot at James Nichols. I guess I was the fool, too.
I assumed it was the same sort of thing with me. She was attracted to older men, not quite as old as her thirty-eight year old dad, but older. Mr. Nichols older. The difference was, the willing to participate. Kyle was a willing player. Mr. Nichols would never touch Gia. Yup. I was the sucker.
It took me several minutes to pull my memories back to the solitary confinement room, Gia was being held in. I didn’t know who I was looking at. What the hell was going on?
Not in my wildest dreams could I have ever guessed this one. Everybody has a story. I don’t care who you are. Everyone’s got one. This was so fucked up. Gia was pregnant with Mr. Nichols’ baby. For a second, I felt bad for not being there for her. She came to me. She needed me and I wasn’t there. I was fucking her dad in my dad’s office.
That’s where she was. That’s why Kyle was home and she lied to me about dinner with her parents. I didn’t read a lot into it. I knew something was up. I just didn’t know what. Not only was Gia pregnant, but she watched me have sex with her father.
“Gia, I tried to stop. I did,” I pleaded, taking a step toward her.
“Did you?” she asked angrily.
“Did I what?” I couldn’t keep up. I didn’t know what was happening. The room was so bright, the colors so vibrant. I couldn’t breathe. I needed my fake inhaler. I needed my meds. I wanted my medication. I wanted out.
“It was never over, was it? You fucked my dad all the way through high school.”
“You lied, too. You kept secrets from me, too,” I reminded her.
“Now this is more like it,” Mr. Nichols boasted, clapping his hands, causing the loud echo to vibrate the close walls. I almost grabbed my head from the thunderous noise. “Go on. Why don’t you give us a story, tell us all about fucking Mr. Edwards. Tell Gia how good her daddy’s cock felt in your pussy.”
I lunged at him like a crazy person. I was crazy. I could get away with it, easily pull it off in my state. He slammed my face to the floor without a bit of distress. I was no match for him. His shoe dug into my face and he held me there. “Don’t, you little fucking cunt. You seem to have forgotten the rules. I’m in control here. I’m pulling your strings now. Not your goddamn Gia. You got that? You’re my fucking puppet now. Answer me!” he yelled.
“Yes,” I mumbled from my squished face.
“Good girl, now get up.”
I stood and looked at Gia’s stone cold face. She didn’t stand up for me. She didn’t go after him. Why? I would do it. I would shove him off her. Wouldn’t I?
“Sit down. Both of you.”
Gia and I both sat on the clean, but dirty, floor. Mr. Nichols made us cross our legs and sit directly in front of each other. I found it odd, but he was odd. He wasn’t being rational. For the first time since he had brought me there, I was afraid. I was afraid of him. The look in his eyes was full of vengeance. Maybe getting us together was the last straw, the one he needed to explode and release the years of built up tension.
“Go ahead, Mack. Be the little bitch that you’ve always been. Tell Gia here a bedtime story,” Mr. Nichols ordered, circling us both like a mad man. I didn’t know what he wanted. What the hell was I supposed to say? “Hmmm,” he thought, tapping his chin with his finger. “Let’s start with how many times. How many times did you fuck Gia’s daddy, Mack?” My eyes moved to Gia’s and I watched her swallow the lump in her throat.
“ANSWER THE GODDAMN QUESTION!” he yelled, ripping my hair back, screaming in my face. Yes. He was losing it. I could feel the spray spew to my face as he released his fury. Gia still didn’t say anything. She just sat there. What the fuck? Thanks best friend.
“I don’t know. A lot,” I replied.
“Wasn’t it for like two years? Why don’t you tell us how many guys you fucked in high school?” Again, I looked to Gia.
“None.”
“What do you mean no
ne? We lost our virginity together. We dated all the high school boys, some we both fucked.”
“No, Gia. I’m sorry to have to break this to you, but your little friend here’s a fucking liar. She never fucked those boys. She fucked Kyle Edwards, your so called daddy. Isn’t that right, Mack?”
“Mack?” Gia questioned with a frown.
“Tell her. Tell her who popped that little cherry.”
I didn’t want to say it. Gia had been hurt enough. He was making me hurt her. I didn’t want to hurt her. Mr. Nichols read my face. He knelt before me and ran the back of his knuckles down my cheek. “What’s the matter, McKenzie? You don’t want to hurt Gia’s feelings? Did you ever once think about my feelings? Did you ever once think about all the lies you told to a courtroom full of people? I think it’s time to come clean. Let’s all play nice now and tell the truth. Whose dick stole your virtue? Be a good girl now and tell Gia all about it.”
“Your dad,” I whispered, dropping my head.
“My dad? My dad took your virginity?”
“Yes. I tried to break it off with him. Lots of times. I swear I did, Gia.”
“Yeah. You tried the night I watched him fuck you on your dad’s desk. Think about that for a second, Mack. Imagine watching your dad do those things to me,” Gia retorted with constricted, bloodshot eyes.
“Ohhh…I know,” Mr. Nichols clapped. “That sounds like a wonderful story. Oh do tell,” he boasted in some sort of creepy, giddy tone. He sat against the wall off to the side of us and crossed his arms and ankles. “You were saying?” he taunted. I looked at him and back to Gia.
“Yes. I was trying to break it off with him that night,” I began. I never thought about what it would do to Gia if she ever found out. I mean, I did, but I didn’t. I couldn’t really feel how this made her feel, until now. I hurt her and I wasn’t there when she needed me.
“Really? Hmm, why don’t you tell us about that? Start with why he was in your house to begin with. Where was mommy and daddy?”
“They were attending a house warming party for something my mother had just closed on.” Gia knew what that meant. She used to complain about going, too. Socializing paid for me to attend a prestigious school, wear the clothes that I wore, and be a part of lavish vacations. Gia caught the same grief when she complained. It wasn’t until we were freshmen that we decided we were done. We weren’t doing it anymore, unless of course, it was someone rich and famous. We were Mack and Gia. We had to use it to our advantage. Backstage passes to a Pink concert placed another notch in our popularity belts.
“So you just invited him in?” he questioned, pushing me for more.
“No. He asked me where Gia was, and I said I thought she was with him. I wasn’t planning on talking to him. I’d been doing good, staying away from him, not answering his texts, and ignoring his calls. I had a lot of homework to do. I was looking forward to being away from Gia for the night, my parents being gone, and having the house to myself.”
“Yup, I’m keeping up, what next?” Mr. Nichols asked, rubbing it in. He was enjoying every second. Noticing Gia’s eyebrows raise and the way she cocked her head, she beckoned for me to continue, as well.
“I need to stand up,” I requested, looking to Mr. Nichols.
“Oh, yeah. I’m not sure if I mentioned it or not, but your friend Mack here has gone a little bat shit crazy. She needs to pace the floor while she tells you how she fucked your daddy’s cock.”
I stood, wanting to kick him in his teeth. I was beginning to hate him. Like shoot him in the head and bury him kind of hate. He was right, though. I did need to pace. I walked the short distance from wall to wall, wringing my hands while I continued my story. Only my stories were real. I couldn’t go back there without going back there. It didn’t work like that for me. I was taken to that time in my mind.
“I had to do a paper for my public speaking class. I went into my dad’s office to get a disk that he brought home for me from his office. It was what they used to train new salesmen. I was going to give my speech, doing a presentation for Calamari Springs. I popped the CD in the drive and sat down. I didn’t even look up from the girl giving the presentation on why Calamari Spring water purifiers needed to be in every home across the world.”
“What are you doing, Mack?” he asked, standing at the door with crossed arms.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I leaned back. “Kyle. Why can’t you stop? Please leave me alone. I can’t do this anymore.” I couldn’t. I wasn’t a stable enough person to have an affair with my best friend’s dad.
“Come here, McKenzie” he ordered, stepping in and kicking the door with his foot. I didn’t know it wasn’t closed all the way. I didn’t know Gia could see us.
“No, Kyle. You have to stop. Gia’s my best friend. I can’t hide this from her anymore. You know she read every one of the messages in chat the other day?”
“She didn’t know it was me. She has no idea who Winchester 585 is.”
“Kyle, we were on video chat. You were telling me to do all sorts of fucked up things. Gia read that shit.”
“Don’t leave your chat open next time. Jesus, Mack. I don’t want her reading that kind of shit.”
“Really. Why is that, Kyle?” I asked, moving around the desk to him. I leaned against the desk and crossed my ankles, gripping the edge with my hands. “Are the things you watched me do online too X-rated for your little Gia? Why? Because you used to bounce her on your knee? You did that to me, too, remember?”
“That’s not what I meant, Kenzie,” he said, moving toward me. Shit. Shit. Shit. This was why I couldn’t stay away from him. This fucking smell, his hot lips on my neck, his erection already constrained behind his dress slacks. Kyle pulled my shirt, exposing my shoulder. I begged a couple more times, trying to get him to understand I wanted it to stop. I failed when he lifted my skirt, running his hand over my silky panties.
I breathed short, raspy breaths, trying to keep control. Kyle held my panties and tugged, watching while he pulled the thin material between my slit, focusing the pressure on my clit. He straightened them and tapped my throbbing clitoris and smiled.
“I have homework,” I begged one last time before feeling his fingers take control of every logical part of my existence.
“You really think you can concentrate now?” he asked, forcing two fingers deep inside me.
“Ahh,” I moaned, letting my head drop, giving in, and surrendering—again.
“You’re so wet. You know I have to get it in, don’t you?” Kyle graveled in my ear, lifting my skirt higher. I moaned, begging for it. “You like that, don’t you, Mack? You like it when I slide into your wet pussy, don’t you?”
“Hmm, yes,” I moaned, watching his hand move frantically in and out of me while his other hand unbuttoned my uniform shirt. He freed both my breasts with a snap of his wrist, pinching my pink little buds between his fingers. I promised to stop the next day when I watched the lustful expressions Kyle portrayed, sliding my thongs to the side.
After finger fucking me for a while, getting me ready to scream, Kyle stopped and moved around the desk. This part makes me a little nauseated. If Gia was there she would have had perfect view. Kyle brought my legs up, made me drop my head a little and released his erection to my mouth. He fucked my mouth while spanking my clitoris, holding me wide open for Gia to see it all.
“Damn. I love that story,” Mr. Nichols said, standing and pulling me back to the dingy room with Gia. I turned to look at her stale white face. Shit. I shouldn’t have got lost in so much detail. I wrung my hands, staring at her and not Mr. Nichols. “What about you, Gia. Did that make you horny? It sure did me,” he winced, grinding into his hand. I didn’t even notice until he asked Gia. That’s when I realized I was wet. Very wet. I had an excuse. I was always wet. One tiny word, one tiny touch, could cause me to be wet in two point seven seconds. That wasn’t a fair question.
“What about you, Mack? Does thinking about fucking Gia’s daddy make your
pussy all wet?” Mr. Nichols asked, circling me, grinding his erection into my hip. What the fuck? “Let’s make a bet, Gia. How much you willing to wager that your little friend’s pussy is all wet thinking about your daddy?”
“Shut the fuck up!” Gia screamed, coming to her feet.
“Why? You don’t like to hear how Mack got fucked by your dad? I thought it was a good story. Sort of like the ones I have from prison, but mine doesn’t entail pussy. Just big, fucking dicks. Come on, we’re having fun. This is fun, right, Mack?” he taunted. I tried to step away from him, but he tightened his fist around my hair. He wasn’t letting me go. He was out for blood.
My breathing ceased at the same time Gia froze, staring us both down. Mr. Nichols pulled me to his chest and placed his hand low on my stomach, letting his fingers trace the elastic in the shorts I’d worn the day I was taken. “What do think? You think she’s got a wet pussy?” Gia didn’t answer. This could be bad.
Yup he did it. Mr. Nichols ran his fingers between my legs and hissed, feeling the wetness between my legs. “You lose, Gianna. She’s so fucking wet. Fuck, Mack. You’re so fucking wet.” He didn’t stop moving his fingers along my nub, circling it with powerful pressure. I didn’t move. I stared right at Gia, trying to read her face. I couldn’t. It was blank. I’m not sure if it was the thoughts of her father and me or the fact that she was watching James Nichols play with me, but she was motionless. This was so unfair.
“McKenzie is dripping fucking wet, thinking about your dad. You should feel how swollen her little clit is,” he taunted, squeezing it between his fingers. Shit. Shit. Shit. I couldn’t do this in front of Gia. She wouldn’t understand. She would take it the wrong way. The next thing I knew, my shorts were around my knees. I kind of remember him sliding them down, but not really. I was too busy trying to force the disturbing orgasm to stay put.
“You see it, Gia? You see how wet your little friend here is?”
“James, stop,” Gianna said. I couldn’t tell if she was standing up for me, or if she was pissed that he was touching me. If it was the latter, she was really going to be pissed if he didn’t stop.
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