by Jamie Knight
“James! I almost didn’t recognize you. It’s been around twenty years or thereabouts? I see the family life came around and suited you, man!”
“Indeed, it did, old buddy! Oh. How ignorant of me,” he said, gesturing to me and then at his family. “Guys, this is Alexander Foster. We knew each other long ago and then went on our separate paths and now look at him. He’s the picture of success. And the wealthiest man I know, by far. Alexander, this is my wife Lisa, my son Andrew and my daughter, Valeria.”
My eyes shifted to each of them as I shook hands and acknowledged each member of my old friend’s family, until I got to the young woman who had enchanted me. She must have been about seventeen, still young and innocent.
“Hello, Valeria. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I whispered gently, with her soft hand in mine, making me feel as I had never felt before.
She was shy, but her body moved with a grace that made me feel weak. She had full breasts and curvaceous hips, and not to mention her cheekbones – those defined cheekbones that met at her cute bunny nose and led down to her small, sweet red lips.
But it was wrong of me to think of her that way. I was twice her age, and she was not even of the age of majority, yet I felt a spark that could not be comprehended.
After talking to James for a while, I bid them farewell and walked towards the pastor. I rejoined the church that day, quite enthusiastically so, and all thanks to Valeria.
On getting back to the car, Jon looked up at me and knew his silly plan had succeeded.
“I’m glad you’ve re-connected with your old friend I’d heard went to this church. I presume we shall be here once more next week, Sir?” he haughtily remarked, thinking that I would be happy to go now that I knew James attended here – when, in actuality, it was more about Valeria.
“Definitely, Jonathan, definitely,” I replied, mulling over the family with whom I had just met.
Time can be a tricky thing, it seems.
Chapter Four
Alexander
One Year Later
I find myself looking back in my mind over the past year or so, which had flown by so quickly that I don’t think I fully realized it until now. My company had grown in success and I had opened up a new office in New Zealand. The board of directors was a happy lot, and so was I — the money kept rolling in.
Jon and I lived at the heart of the upper L.A. countryside. I owned a small manor that was built from the ground up, and it had an ancient look to it despite the recent renovations.
I loved the place, for I had installed several hidden rooms in the walls just for my fun and for those I intended to bed, to fulfill my sexual kinks. But I had not been able to be with anyone, ever since I’d met Valeria.
After I started attending church, Jon had figured out I had a thing for her, and he and I had made a bet. If I brought home any girl apart from the one with whom I had seemingly become engrossed, I would gift him my limo and my kitchen. If I won, he would shave off his iron-gray mustache.
“A lion never shaves off its mane, Sir. I believe your failure is imminent. Shall I ready the car keys soon in light of my forthcoming victory?”
One thing about me is that I never lose a bet.
Ever.
It was a gift and a talent that I always thrashed around when I could, especially with some of the members of the board at my company on poker night.
Bet or not, I couldn’t seem to let myself even think of another woman besides Valeria. I had been waiting for her to turn eighteen, and she had. Then I had been holding off, telling myself not to mess up my rekindled friendship with James Silva, and not to take the innocence of his young daughter.
But I couldn’t seem to listen to myself. I was driven wild by thoughts of being with Valeria, and I just knew I had to do it, even if it was forbidden and very unwise.
After being such a player, I was not sure what had caused me to not want to be with anyone, other than the fact that I wanted to be with Valeria. It was a desire like none I had ever known before.
That Saturday night before church was long and grueling. I was in my study looking over the books I had collected. Memories of my brother Sean and sister Celeste filled my heart and I couldn’t help but wonder if my actions till today had by any way tainted their memory.
They fended for me at that early age and made sure that our father did not harm me physically. His last fucked up acts scarred me for life though, and I hated him so much for it.
Maybe, I wondered, maybe I’m afraid of falling in love because of what happened to mom and dad.
It was by far the simplest explanation, but I had always resisted thinking about it. I liked to pretend I had chosen to be a player, rather than being forced into it by my past and by my father’s actions.
Light footsteps brought me back to reality, and the man himself with the stark black suit and bowtie cleared his throat and asked, “Are you alright, Alexander?”
He rarely spoke to me in such an unofficial tone, even when in the house and when it was just the two of us. That must have meant I seemed distraught with my thoughts.
I smiled at his concern, for it was quite rare to see the great Jonathan succumb to emotion.
“I don’t think I am. Is it too late for me to start a new life with someone?” I shifted, rather uneasily. “I’ve hurt so many people in my past, and right now I think I might be too late to make amends.”
“Alexander, my boy,” Jon said, walking towards me in a slow fashion, choosing the next few words carefully in his mind.
“It is never too late,” he reassured me, as he faced me. “You can start over as soon as you want. Remember that wager we had? Do not forget why we had it.”
He reached down and squeezed my shoulder.
With that, he left my study, with his long coat flinching in a gust of light wind.
Jon always knew what to say.
I put my glass of cognac down and stood up.
“Tomorrow’s problems will be tomorrow’s problems,” I comforted myself. “I’ll worry about them then, not now.”
I slept that night thinking of only one girl.
Chapter Five
Alexander
I could not wait to head up to the church service that next delightful morning. The sun was just peeking out through the clouds at the exact right moments and its rays filtered through my window and onto my breakfast that consisted of cereal, berries and juice.
Jon reminded me of the luncheon and the revival that I was supposed to attend later that day, and then he headed out for a short vacation. Although I would miss his presence, he deserved the break, and I knew that I could get by on my own, although I preferred not to.
I enjoyed my breakfast alone and had a short workout session in my bedroom. I never saw the point of the gym, but I did love a good swim across the pool outside.
I got ready after a quick hot shower and got my suit on. It was a funny feeling I had in my stomach… butterflies?
I was uneasy. Ha-ha. I was fucking uneasy over a girl. This was not like me at all.
This was the first time a girl like Valeria had made me quiver and get hard at the same time.
I wanted to talk to her and get to know her better. She was a great girl and care provider in the community, albeit for some nasty rumors I chose to ignore about her and a certain young man.
She needed direction and a real man in her life. I told myself I could be that man, as I turned on the ignition of my blue Aston Martin and raced off to the luncheon.
The great doors to the church opened easily to me. My hands were strong and had a smoothness that I found quite appealing in pleasing ladies. Just one touch and I was assured of a moan.
The waft of the various foods that had been prepared by the church members came to me in an invisible bubble of sweet aromas, and I was taken a little aback.
I walked cautiously towards my table, shaking the preacher’s hand and waving at the choir master, who had taken his purple robe off and was enjoyin
g the plate of chicken right in front of him.
My eyes were set on one girl, and she was staring right at me with wide blue eyes. It felt more like we found each other with our eyes, and the eye contact screamed volumes about what she felt. I assumed Valeria had a crush on me, developed after all this time, but I wasn’t sure. Her eyes always peered at me as if it was so, but perhaps I was imagining it due to my own desires.
Her yellow sundress shone brightly in the room and made her stand out so beautifully. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a braid, the end of which fell over her shoulder. She seemed nervous, dropped my gaze, and stared down at her plate.
I was seated at a table at the end of the corner, close to the entrance to the lobby, and I had a clear view of the entire church. I was not that hungry and chose to sip my glass of wine as I entertained idle talk with some of the ushers, who could not hide their joy at sitting with me. I knew most of the church members were still in awe of my wealth.
Suddenly, Valeria left her table where she had been sitting with her family and headed for the bathrooms, which were located just a few feet from where I was. Our eyes met, and I knew she felt something too, as she opened the two-way door to the lobby and disappeared into the hallway.
I minced my thoughts together after fifteen minutes of waiting for Valeria to return. I had to do something to get closer to her, but not be obvious about my true intentions.
If I left and went straight to the bathrooms to find her, people would get suspicious. It would be best to go over and talk to her parents for a while.
I quickly apologized to my table hosts and walked gently but quickly to where James was seated. Shaking his hand, I smiled and eyed his wife for a moment.
Lisa clearly did not like me anymore, given the mad-eye she stopped mid-roll when her husband called her out by name to go check on their daughter.
Lisa finished her eyeroll and crossed her arms over her chest.
“That girl is just messing around. She’s fine. Probably re-doing her makeup.”
I liked the sound of that. Perhaps she was doing it for my benefit.
I leaned against their table.
“If I may ask, has Valeria started looking at colleges? I have quite a few friends on the board at Stanford and could put in a good word,” I offered, with concern in my voice.
James shook his head.
“I’m not sure that Valeria is the college type. The girl seems lost right now. I want her to figure out a career or better yet, find a husband.”
We both laughed a bit, but I was wondering how I could be that husband that they found.
I shocked myself with this thought, since I had never been the settling down type.
I reached up and scratched my chin thoughtfully.
“Perhaps I can talk to her. I’ve done some career counseling and sometimes it helps to talk to someone outside of the family.”
Lisa looked as if she was definitely against it, but James piped in.
“How kind of you, Alexander. Actually, it would be nice if you got to talk to her and she got a few pointers on what she wants to do with her life. She should have enrolled in college months ago. She has already graduated from high school and has been eighteen years old for a little while now. She needs to get a job and fast.”
He nodded his head like I was offering his daughter a lifeline.
I smiled to myself.
“Thanks, James. Lisa, I hope you don’t mind,” I chimed.
“Not at all.”
The finality of her tone sent me away, but not before I said hello to their son, Andrew.
I walked past the doors leading to the hallway, and walked slowly, with my heart in my hands. I was nervous but had to seem calm.
Just then, I heard a strange noise.
I instinctively ran towards the lady’s bathroom but stopped in my tracks when I heard a moan that I found familiar from my womanizing days. With no one else around, I put my ear to the door.
“Oh, Alexander, that big cock is mine, and I want to feel it inside me!”
That took me by surprise. Was Valeria actually… masturbating to me?
I was rock hard in an instant. But I had to keep my head — both of them, if I wanted this conversation to happen.
The lock to the lady’s room was open, and the most beautiful spectacle I had ever seen was just past the door. Valeria was standing with her back pressed to the sink. Her legs were splayed, and her sweet little fingers were up the skirt of her dress.
A flush covered her face. A moment of eye contact was all I needed to refuel me back to my youth and switch on my sweet-talking capabilities.
“I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, Valeria,” I told her, “and have seen you grow into a mature young lady. I hope you don’t take any offense when I say I admire your beauty and character, as they do make me feel intoxicated with you.”
I locked the door behind me, drunk on lust, and took a step towards her.
Valeria dropped her hand from her pussy, but she didn’t straighten her skirt.
I had confessed to her how I felt, and she walked towards me in a manner that suggested a slap at the end of that strut.
But then she kissed me so strongly I lost all thought at that moment.
My arms and shoulders relaxed at her taste of mint and the sweet fragrance of lavender. I reciprocated with passion, my lips hard and hot on hers.
She pulled back from my embrace, a worried expression on her face.
“Alexander, I’m a virgin. Be gentle, okay?”
Those words made me smile; they were like seven words of heaven to me. This young lady, this beautiful gem of humanity, was going to give her innocence to me.
She touched the bulge in my pants tentatively, and I was surprised at how good she could handle a man, but my desire for her was too strong. I put my hands on her narrow waist, picked her up, and set her bottom on the edge of the sink.
Pushing between her legs, I slid my hands up her thighs to find her deep warmth. My fingers brushed over her smooth skin. My dirty girl was not wearing panties and her pussy was dripping wet from her own actions.
I had to taste her juices. I dropped to my knees and pushed up her dress until her pussy was exposed to me. It was pink and perfect. I could see the wetness on her lower lips, and I leaned forward to lick her.
Her sweet pussy was nothing like I had tasted before. Valeria’s inner folds had a fresh taste to them, and her pink flesh was hot, only with sweet juice wetting her.
Valeria kept moaning so strongly, without a care in the world, and I knew the moment I licked and twisted my tongue into her slit and stuck my thumb inside her puckered asshole that I wanted her virginity more than ever.
She stared pushing her pussy up and down on my fingers and I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to take her right then and there.
I stepped back and pulled her light form from the sink. Guiding her to the toilet, I hastily pulled down my pants and boxers — letting my long hard cock spring free — and sat down.
I turned Valeria so that she faced me.
“Do you know how to get on a horse? Get on me like that. Yes, just like that baby, right on my thighs. Look at me baby, now I need you to take that…” I went incoherent as she grinded my dick along her wet pussy lips.
The wetness engulfing my cock and her pink lush lips moistened in the faint bathroom light, made me want her badly. My body ached to fuck this girl who had commanded me to make her my own, but I knew I had to be gentle with her and let her feel comfortable with me.
“Patiently, baby,” I whispered, knowing how long and thick my cock was.
It could destroy her if I wasn’t careful.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto my cock, and, oh, fuck!
“Fuck!” I exclaimed. “You are so tight, Valeria! My little virgin!”
My sweet girl could not even talk. The pleasure we were both engulfed in could only be described as magic. She took my whole length in her wet pussy, and I was in heaven.
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It had been so long since I had known the smooth, velvety depths of a woman, and I was not able to move or fuck her. Not yet, anyway.
I looked at Valeria’s sweet luscious breasts in my face. Those babies were so round and reminded me white globes, her rock-hard nipples pointed at me accusingly of not engorging them with my tongue, and I pleaded guilty, sucking one into my mouth.
She looked into my eyes as she rode me and all I could see in her blue-glassed eyes was hunger and desire. I pulled her closer to me and kissed her with my tongue. I explored her mouth fiercely, with more and more of my pulsing dick slowly plunging deeper and deeper into her.
She moaned as I pinched her nipples with both my hands and squeezed the soft mounds on her smooth chest. Valeria threw her hair back – her blonde, silky hair – and rode me hard. She was so fucking tight, and I could feel my balls tighten up, alerting me that I was going to cum inside my little angel.
Just then, I felt the softest hands I had ever felt reach back, grab my balls and squeeze them ever so gently.
“Valeria…that feels uuuuuuhhhh…so fucking good…” I whispered.
“Don’t stop.”
I looked deep into Valeria’s eyes and said words I never thought through, but to this day I do not regret them whatsoever.
“I’m going to cum inside you right now and for the rest of our lives together.”
The orgasm creeping over me was already set to be one like I had never had before. With the women I had entertained at my house before I had met Valeria, I always used condoms. But I had an insane desire to possess every raw, naked inch of Valeria.
Valeria’s pussy was perfect. She knew I was coming and held her own by rocking so elegantly you would think her a pro at this. Her naked torso had beads of sweat rolling down her beautiful breasts, and her pussy was pulsing with each wave of pleasure she gave herself with me.
“Baby, I want all of it inside me. Cum inside me… oooooh baby, I’m coming too!” was all that she could muster, and with one final swing of her fine ass humping my balls, we came together.