Adam & Eve- a Tale of Obsession

by Shantel Davis

  Just get it over with, the voice said.

  “Ok I’ll tell you,” I said holding up my hands defensively, successfully blocking her next blow.

  “I read your file, the one from when you were in the hospital. It said your foster mother caught her live-in boyfriend molesting you.”

  A sob left her mouth, and she sank to the floor. Cautiously I approached her, feeling tears come to my own eyes. I wished I could go back in time. If I could have, I would’ve never confronted her.

  I got down beside her on the floor. She allowed me to pull her into my arms. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It wasn’t your fault. You were a child.”

  My anger threatened to choke me. I didn’t know who I was angrier at, myself for causing her to cry or her foster dad for taking advantage of her.

  “Ha! You’re an idiot.” She laughed, it was cold and shrill. “I’m not ashamed of anything. You don’t know shit.” She pushed away from me. “I liked it,” she confessed. “How does that truth sit with you, Adam?”

  “Liked it?” I couldn’t wrap my head around the thought of a fifteen-year-old girl wanting to have sex with her middle-aged foster dad. “You liked having sex with some old man?”

  She laughed at my expense.

  “What if I did, Adam? What if I told you I liked the way he fucked me? What if I told you I begged for him to? He was twenty-four, Adam. Not some old man you conjured up. The devil’s in the detail, Adam. You called yourself researching me, but you missed that bit of information.”

  I had missed that tidbit. I had simply assumed he was as old as her foster mother.

  “He was twenty-four, and I was fifteen. That was only nine years. He was twenty years Rose’s junior, and no one saw anything wrong with that. We should have been allowed to be together. He was only with Rose because she took care of him and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. He didn’t love her. He loved me.”

  Suddenly she pushed up from the floor and started pacing back and forth. I watched her feet sink into the plush carpet to avoid looking at her face.

  “Rose was a joke, a bitter lonely bitch. She was morbidly obese with a nasty attitude. How she was approved to foster children is a freaking mystery to me. He didn’t even have sex with her. I listened through the walls as she complained about him cheating on her. She was always whining. He was going to leave her. There was no way she could hold onto him. Even paying him to be with her wouldn’t have worked for long. He was good looking, young and screwed like a porn star. She should have been grateful when I made him stay.” She paused long enough to make sure she had my attention.

  “When he came into my room about six months after I moved there, I pretended to be shy and played naïve when he said he wanted to ask me some questions—to make sure I hadn’t been through anything traumatic. That night he spread my legs and licked my pussy. He asked if anyone had ever done it to me before. He continued long after I answered the question. No, no one had ever touched me there. Many had tried, but he was the first I allowed. He was the first that I wanted to touch me. The first that I hadn’t fought. That night was the first time I had an orgasm.

  The next day he was nervous and anxious, jumping every time I walked into a room he and Rose were in. He expected me to tell, but I didn’t. I wanted him to do it again. Two days later he came back to my room. He didn’t use any pretenses or lies that time. He stood over my bed, looking down at me. His chest was bare, and he was only wearing boxers. He’d slipped his dick out and I watched him stroke himself. I had gone to bed naked that night, waiting for him to come. I removed the cover and I spread my legs and begged for him to taste me again. He did while he stroked himself to completion.”

  “It went on like that for weeks. He’d wait until Rose went to sleep, to work, the grocery store or anywhere else and then he’d taste me. I begged him so many times to fuck me, but he never would. I found out why later when he came home one day with a birth control prescription he had gotten from one of the women he messed with.

  He told me he wanted to feel all of me when we made love. He told me he used protection with every female he’d had sex with, but he wouldn’t with me because I was special; his first virgin. He said I had to wait for the pills to start working. He would still come into my room on those nights we were waiting. I begged him to do me every night. I wanted so badly to know what it would feel like. Would sex make me feel complete? The moments he was between my legs, making me cum was the only time I felt good.

  I anticipated the moment I was no longer a virgin so much that I told him I’d go and be with someone else if he didn’t want me. Hell, I had no shortage of offers. Little boys and grown men had always been trying to get a taste. He’d grabbed me by my throat and threatened to kill me if I did. I believed him, so I waited thirteen more days.”

  “Stop, I don’t want to hear anymore,” I interrupted.

  I hated myself for not being able to listen. I’d opened the can of worms and now she wanted to get it off her chest, but I didn’t want to hear about another man touching her. I especially didn’t want to hear about her liking it.

  The actual story was turning out to be ten times worse than what I read in the file. The file contained no details of a seedy love affair. My emotions swayed somewhere in between lust and hate. I wanted so badly to have been her first and only. I wanted to be the one to teach her about pleasure. I hated him for taking that from me, but the thought of him giving her pleasure also stiffened my cock.

  “Hell no.” She roughly wiped the tears away from her eyes with the back of her hand then jabbed a finger at me. “You’re going to listen to every word, you selfish bastard. It’s killing you, isn’t it?” she taunted. “I can see it. Jealousy is oozing from every pore on your body. You hate that I liked it so much, don’t you? For that reason alone I’m going to enjoy telling you every little detail. And you’re going to listen, or I’ll refuse to speak to you no matter how long you keep me here, I can promise you that. I won’t say a word to you,” she threatened.

  My body grew tense at her words. I knew then, unequivocally, that she was hurting me purposely. I wanted her to stop, but what choice did I have? I couldn’t live with her going back to acting as if I didn’t exist. I nodded my head for her to continue, believing her threat.

  “Thirteen days later,” she started where she’d left off, “Rose went to work. He planned it, made it perfect. It doesn’t take much to seduce a fifteen-year-old. If I remember correctly, all it took was some cheap gas station flowers, a seafood dinner from a takeout spot and the thought of him spending Rose’s money on me. He made me feel special and wanted. I hadn’t felt that in a long time. That night he kissed my lips for the first time, and I was hooked on the taste of him. He taught me how to stroke him, suck him and please him. I enjoyed making him feel good. When he slid all nine-inches of himself into me, I barely felt the pain that was supposed to accompany losing your virginity. It was the best feeling ever. He fucked me like he loved me. I needed somebody to love me, and I thought, in his own way, he did.”

  “For a year, we sexed on every surface of her house. Sometimes for hours at a time and never got caught. It’s really ironic that a quickie on the bathroom sink is what done us in. We were so caught up in each other, we didn’t hear Rose drive up or the keys as she unlocked the door. How we didn’t hear her lard ass walking up the squeaky stairs is beyond me.

  She hit him first, with the mop that was kept in the bathroom. He fell and hit his head on the bath tub. It knocked him out cold. I was so scared—not of her— but scared for him. I thought he was dead. There was so much blood coming from the cut on his head. I bent down naked with his cum dripping from me, trying to wake him. The first whack from the mop surprised me. The second one made me mad, madder than I’d ever been. Why was she so angry over a man who wasn’t even hers? I jumped up ready to beat her ass, but she had the broken mop to keep me from getting to her and she used it to beat me all over my naked body until I begged her to st
op. I remember Dwight getting up and pushing her off me just before I passed out.

  When I woke, I was in the hospital with a concussion, bruised ribs, marked black and blue and my face swollen. And somehow, she still ended up being the victim. She’d told the police that I’d attacked her and that Dwight helped me. They believed her. Her bruises were her proof. What really had happened was that she’d fallen against the door hurting herself when Dwight had pushed her off me. He’d saved my life. But the word of a foster child and a man with a criminal record couldn’t stand against that of a law-abiding foster mother who’d taken in over fifty kids into her home. He went to prison, was sentenced to two years, and I went to a group home. I had been in lot of jacked up foster homes, but a group home with fifty other broken angry girls was a nightmare.

  “Fuck, I didn’t kno—”

  She angrily cut me off. “Shut the hell up, Adam. You wanted my story. Shut up and listen. Do you know what it’s like to go to bed hungry? To barely sleep because if you let your guard down, anything could happen. Do you know what it’s like to be beaten unconscious to wake up to find the one good thing in your world is gone? No, you don’t. Your life from birth has been all peaches and cream. You had access to the best of everything. How in the hell did you turn out so messed up? Then again most rich people are… Privilege is a hell of a drug.

  The only bright spot after being sent off to the horror house were letters from Dwight. We wrote each other until I got accepted to school in Florida. I wonder what would have happened between us if circumstances had been different.”

  She paused and glanced my way making sure she still had my full attention. She knew forcing me to listen to her talk that way about another man was killing me, slowly. A part of me was proud of her. Her viciousness rivaled my own, like I knew it would.

  “I thought of him often. I’ve had sex with other men and enjoyed it. I love the feel of a thick cock, stroking in and out of my pussy, but I could never find anyone who could make me cum harder than he did. I’m wet right now just thinking about him,” she goaded while staring directly into my eyes as she cut my heart out with her razor-sharp words. I felt every word like a literal stab to the chest.

  Her ploy worked. My temper flared, making me feel as if I was burning from the inside out. I needed to get away from her. I rose from the floor and decided to walk away before I did or said something that I would regret. She wanted my anger.

  “Where are you going?” She rushed over and grabbed me around the waist, stopping me. “You wanted to know who Dwight was, I told you. Why are you mad?” she taunted me.

  “Let me go, Eve,” I demanded through gritted teeth.

  “No. Look at me, Adam,” she whispered nastily. “Look at me so I can tell you more of my ugly truths.”

  When I didn’t immediately turn, she shouted the words so loud my ears rang. When I still refused to face her, she stepped around me. When we were face-to-face, she studied me expressionlessly. It was unexpected when her hand rose, I flinched expecting violence.

  Instead of slapping me again, she ran the tips of her fingers across my lips. “You’re as stunning as you are crazy,” she murmured, then she backed up, giving herself space to pull her shirt over her head.

  The sight of her breast caused me to groan. They were heavy, but firm. Her Hershey colored nipples were hard and begging to be sucked. She was imperfect perfection. I wanted to run my hands down her slightly rounded belly and touch every inch of her exposed skin. Her panties were the next to go. She pushed them down her thighs then bent slightly to take them the rest of the way off. She smelled them before dropping them to the floor.

  “I’m so wet.” She proved it by running her fingers through the folds of her pussy and showing me the evidence. “Want to taste?” she invited.

  The visual alone caused me to have to bite back a moan, but the invitation made my mouth water. She was playing with me. I wanted to turn away. I should have turned away, but I couldn’t. Her body was too beautiful, a work of art. I’d imagined her coming to me like this a countless number of times over the years and here she was. A part of me didn’t even care that it was all a part of a sick game she was playing. She was naked, and I was torn. I wanted to be angry at her, but I felt that I deserved this.

  She stepped close, so close we breathed the same breath. On her tip toes she pressed against me. I let her kiss my neck. I almost lost myself in the feel of her lips against my skin. It was hard to do, but I stopped her, shoved her away.

  She laughed and reached for me again. “Don’t you want me?”

  She had no idea how much I wanted her, but not like that. Not after she’d told me what happened and not with memories of another man fresh in her mind. I wouldn’t allow her to use me. I laughed at my own thoughts, her using me. It was ridiculous. I was forcing her to be here.

  “Go take a cold shower.” I gave her my back.

  I returned to the bed and let out a frustrated sigh. I placed my bowed head in my hands, cast my eyes to the floor and thought about yesterday when she was happy. She’d been laughing and smiling at me. It made me feel better, but only for a moment. Sounds of something crashing startled me out of the moment. I looked up to find the tablet I’d given her in pieces on the floor next to the bathroom door.

  F I F T E E N

  A bark of laughter escaped his mouth. It was not the reaction I was expecting after throwing a tantrum and breaking his expensive tablet. It took the wind out of my sails. I wondered if I’d pushed him too far. Would he retaliate?

  So much for behaving myself. I was doing everything that I said I wouldn’t do. I was supposed to be cooperating. It had been easy to do so far. I wasn’t pretending to be happy the past couple of days. I had gotten content with being there.

  I found out that I enjoyed talking to and spending time with him. But, no, he couldn’t be happy with my acquiescence. He had to pick, prod and poke. So, what if I wanted to keep some things to myself? I shouldn’t have had to prostrate myself for him. He wanted me here. I was here. He should have cut out the extra and just enjoyed my company.

  In the same instant that his laughter stopped, his eyes found mine. He studied me, and I did the same to him. I realized it was the first time his guard had ever been down. I saw the vulnerability, the sadness and self-doubt. Under all the bat-ish crazy was a human, a beautifully flawed human. Annoyance took over my mood. I didn’t want to feel anything for him.

  “Why didn’t you just offer to pay me?” I blurted out, interrupting our observation of each other.

  He looked confused. “What do you mean, pay you?”

  I was confused, too, and I blamed him. A minute before, I was chastising myself for aggravating our situation. Now I was going take it a step further by asking him a question that I knew would most likely set him off again.

  Maybe I should take a few of his meds, I thought.

  “Pay me to fuck you, play house, to do whatever it is you have me here to do. I know your family is one of the wealthiest families in Florida. Why all this?” I swept my hand around the room. “This room and this stuff in it, the staff that waits on us, it can’t be cheap. You could have just paid me to fuck you. It would have been easier and cheaper than this. Shit, it didn’t even have to be a lot of money.”

  By the time I finished my rant, his mouth had fallen open and his face was bright red. Even the tops of his ears were aflame, and his lips were tightly pressed together in a thin line. A storm brewed in his eyes. Abruptly, he stood from the bed. He charged at me like a crazed bull. It was becoming a habit of his.

  I should have expected it, but I didn’t. I couldn’t move in time to get away. My back hit the floor, hard. He landed on top of me, knocking the breath from my lungs. It took a few seconds for it to return. In that time, he’d managed to grab my wrist and pin them above my head.

  His face was so close that I could feel his lips move against mine when he spoke. “You’re a whore now, Eve? You’re telling me that you would have been will
ing to sell your body to me, the same one you haven’t given to anyone in years?” He snarled down at me.

  I was tempted to truthfully answer. Yes, I would have taken his money. I would have paid off some of my student loans and fucked him until he got tired of me. I would have done it without regret, but the expression on his face told me he wouldn’t like my honesty.