by Amy Brent
“Thank you.” I didn’t mean to say that and it brought to mind the very last words that he had said to me after we had supplied each other with enough incentive to drive each other up the wall.
I waited for him to say something, but instead he stopped momentarily at the threshold to my bedroom. I could hear him breathing and then the door slowly closed. I couldn’t believe the odds of having him, as my new stepfather. It didn’t seem possible that god would be that cruel to dangle him in front of me and then to have him here underneath the same roof was only asking for problems.
He came back about ½ hour later and placed a cool cloth over my forehead. He helped me to lift my head, so that I could have some tomato soup. This was not the normal kind that you would find in a can. This was absolutely delicious with a bit of spice to sweat the infection out of my body. I had a fever and in my delirium, I reached out and grabbed him inappropriately.
He took my hand away from his crotch with my fingers moving with this need to complete that connection. “You don’t know what you’re doing and I’m not going to take advantage of you in your current condition. Try to refrain from throwing yourself at me the best way that you can.” He was wearing the same pants that he had on when I first met him and I wondered how many of those pairs that he might have in his closet. A guy is a little bit sparse with his collection of clothing, unless you’re counting ties and shirts of different motifs and styles. Pants and shoes would not be as plentiful, as the ones that were currently in a garbage bag behind my truck seat.
“I don’t even know why you are with her. She doesn’t deserve you and she will hurt you. I think that you should be forewarned that she gets bored quickly.” My hand once again rested on the bulge that was now pushing up against my hand. He pulled away and placed it back across my chest. He grazed my nipples through the shirt that I had undone. There was nothing preventing me from throwing back the covers and showing him the peaks of a 20 year old woman. I still couldn’t believe that I was a virgin and the way that my body was reacting had nothing to do with purity of the heart.
“Yes…well…I’m…going to take a shower. Get some sleep and I’ll be back later to check on you.” He was gone no more than 10 minutes. When I heard the shower, I felt compelled to see him in more than the visions in my head.
I was feeling a lot better and this flu must’ve been something that came and went at a moment’s notice. I found myself standing at the bathroom door with that very door open a crack. I could see the reflection of his chiseled body through the thin layer of a bathroom curtain. I had to believe that my mother had something to do with that and I actually had something to thank her for.
I couldn’t stop staring and he opened the curtain himself like he had an inkling that I might be there. The rest his body was covered and we had this moment of eye contact before I took a step backward and went back to my room.
Chapter 5
I stayed there for a month and I did take him up on his offer to shadow the producer and creative writer at a radio station in town. I called my other job and told them that they would need to find somebody else. I was actually happy and hearing that the producer was about to retire put me at the front line courtesy of Angel’s influence.
I’d just had a very productive day and having somebody tell me that my work was appreciated had gone a long way to stroke by ego.
It had been an effort in futility to try to keep him away from me. We would have lunch every afternoon at a different restaurant of his choosing. The culinary delights that were offered whet my appetite and gave me the feeling that I might be a food snob.
I arrived back home to see that my mother was standing with her arm around a young man that could’ve been my younger brother. Angel was standing in front of the double doors leading into the house with his own arms crossed and showing his distaste by the way that he was tapping his foot incessantly.
“I’m telling you that I want a divorce. If you don’t want things to get ugly, I would suggest that you offer me a monthly stipend to stay out of your life. If not, then I will gladly take you to court for everything that I can get from you.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and yet it made me happy at the same time.
“I’ll give you $5000 a month and that will be the end of it. You will sign a contract that states that that is all you are entitled to. If you insist on threatening me, then you can be assured that I have the money and the lawyers to bury you in court. I don’t need that kind of publicity. Greed is a funny mistress and one that you should be very careful about listening to. Leave now before I forget my manners. I’ll have one of my lawyers drop off the forms. The one thing that I want you to take from this is that this isn’t charity. I am not knuckling under and I just want this over with, so that I never have to see you again.” The guy with her didn’t say a thing. He was the strong silent hunky blue eyed blonde surfer boy type.
“I think that you can do a lot better than that, Angel. I’m not going to push it.” I wouldn’t if I was her. I had no doubt that Angel would make going to court one of the worst mistakes of her life.
“I want to stay here with Angel. We’ve gotten to know each other and I consider him a friend. It’s more than I can say for you.” I was being a bit defensive, but it was only because I didn’t think that Angel deserved any of this drama.
“I am proud of you and my love for you will never change. I may not be mother of the year or ever will be for that matter, but I still hold a dear and special spot in my heart for you. You are my only child and that motherly bond will always be there in one form or another. I have no problem with you staying with Angel. I will at least know that you’re taken care of.” She actually hugged me with more of a compassionate care behind it than I had ever felt before.
Angel and I walked back into the house. “I don’t know how quite to tell you this, Penny. I guess the only way is to put it out there and see what happens. I may have fallen for the wrong woman, but I think that mistake led me to the right one. I will confess that I have never been able to get you out of my mind and maybe on some small level my affections towards your mother was a little lacking. I know that this is wrong and that I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m through torturing myself over something that is out of my control.” He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him with an exclamation of surprise coming from me. I liked his aggressive attitude.
I put my hands on his chest and moved my lips away from him. “I want you to take a moment. I won’t be some kind of rebound girl. If what you’re saying is that you want me in your life then you’re going to have to be more than just my friend. I haven’t been with anybody and I don’t want my first time to be some angry sex against my mother.” I’d never said anything like this before, but that didn’t stop him from holding me tightly and moving his hands down to the small of my back.
“I wanted you from the moment that I met you. I think that we needed to take a step back and to get to know each other before committing ourselves to a lifetime of memories. I am a little taken aback by your confession about being…well…you know what you are. I’m a little nervous and seeing that you don’t have anything to compare me to, I want your first time to be something more than just a frantic display of sexual aerobics.” He made me stay downstairs and I heard him doing something upstairs, but I stayed exactly where I was.
He came downstairs with his hand outstretched with a blindfold that he intended for me to wear. I was a little reluctant, but I finally relented and let him wrap it around my eyes, so that all my other senses were now playing catch up.
“I want you to fully immerse yourself into this experience.” He escorted me upstairs and I could smell the scent of cinnamon in the air. It was a pleasing sensation and was only enhanced by the way that his fingers began to take off my clothes. When my nipples were free of my bra, I could feel the breeze of the air conditioning caressing those peaks. I felt his hands on my panties and I was biting my bottom lip with anticipation for what was
to come.
“I can’t believe that I’m doing this with the man of my dreams. Not only that, but the man my dreams is the guy that made me cum with my own fingers by the words that he was saying through the wall.” I felt the bristly ends of his strong mescaline jaw wedged between my thighs. His thumbs were prying me open for a more visual inspection of the bright pink interior of my snatch.
“You look so fucking sexy standing there completely naked while I’m still clothed.” I heard the rustle of fabric and then the jingle of his belt, as it came undone. I wanted to look so desperately that I was prepared to take that decision out of his hands. I found the resolve deep down to let him dictate the pace of how my virginity was going to be taken.
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” I was only teasing and apparently he had taken that as an affront to his manhood. His fingernails gripped me tightly and my legs spread with his tongue now sliding around my clit and leaving a wet residue behind. “Well… I didn’t have any idea. I thought that I would wait for marriage. I wanted to be better than…my mother.” I lost my train of thought, as a very long and agile oral appendage sunk into the deep recesses of my vibrating hole.
I grabbed onto the short hairs on his head and dug my fingernails into his scalp. I was pushing him tighter against the opening between my thighs. The wet slurping sound was only punctuated by a playful slap to the inside of my thighs. I was grinding against his mouth, feeling that pressure buildup and knowing that he was the one that was going to touch on that switch.
“I wanted this for so long…so fucking long that it has been hard being under the same roof with you. I waited for the day that you would…tongue fuck me like…like…THISSSSSSSS.” I came in the rush of emotions that came over me. This was simply a detour to the pleasures that were waiting for me. “Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck.” It became a litany of profanity with my legs trembling and making my legs buckle out from underneath me. I fell forward, breathless and lying over his shoulder, biting on his neck and feeling that fire that could not be contained.
I had to literally push him away with a glaze of my sauce clinging to his lips. The smile told me that he was happier than he had ever been before.
I had to sit down and the blindfold had come undone, leaving me with a ringside seat to the presence of his love muscle that was hidden behind a thin layer of cloth. I was too stunned to realize what to do. He did the honor by pulling down his shorts and then standing with no regard for his nudity.
He moved forward and the slippery portion of the head ran over my lips, until I opened my mouth and allowed him to slide with delicate care across my tongue. I felt empowered and then he was the one that was holding onto the back of my head, as his hips fleeted back and forth like a man that had never been given the kind of blow job that I could give at a moment’s notice. This was my time to shine and I had him close to fulfilling his part of this bargain.
I was more than happy to siphon his balls dry, but he had other ideas. He retrieved what was left of his willpower by pulling away and leaving me to thirst for the cream inside his balls.
I lay back and he mimicked the exact words that I had foretold of this moment in time. His hands wrapped around my thighs and he pulled me towards him with my legs spread and my pussy already well lubricated from the oral exploration of my flesh.
The head kissed the opening and then along with a combination of both of our juices, he began to insinuate himself into the driver’s seat. I thought that he would stop when he felt the thin membrane, but he continued to force his way in, until we were both looking at each other with surprise and wonder on our faces.
“I have to look at you and know that this is not a dream that I’m going to wake up from. You are everything that I have ever wanted or have ever needed in my life, Penny. You are a tight piece of ass with the soul of a poet.” It was an interesting backhanded compliment and I took it in the spirit in which it was given. “I don’t know if I want to ruin this moment. This is perfect in every way and the only thing that is missing is the orgasm to go along with it.” I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his length and thickness.
“I feel the same way, Angel, but I do want you to finally fuck me.” He pulled back slowly, until only the head remained and then he buried it one more time with my body arching my chest in the air and having my toes pointed towards the ceiling over his shoulders. “Oh fuck…that is exactly what I want and exactly what I need. So, fucking good and it makes me wonder why I have wasted my time on others. Your cock fits me like a glove and my wall surrounds you with the sweetest kind of treat that you’ll ever find yourself this deep inside.” The mask of pleasure on his face was now realized with several sharp jabs of his hips that had us working together in tandem to find that perfect pace.
“I’ve always considered myself to be…unlucky in love. I don’t feel that way…anymore. Your body is so responsive and that tiny little pussy is in need of the kind of attention that I can give it. Fuck… I want to make sure that this is something that you remember forever.” He had me by the ass and only my upper half was now lying on the bed. I threw my hair back and forth, whip lashing the sheets and gripping the soaking material with my fingernails and hoping that I wasn’t going to make any permanent damage.
“I’m there…I’m fucking there and it’s so much better than I even imagined… YESSSS.” His cock had stirred up the scalding presence of my orgasm. The searing heat that penetrated the skin of his shaft was more than enough to make him join me almost at the same time. His grunt of approval was followed by several jets of his white hot cream. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we continued to show each other this kind of warmth and comfort, until finally we laid back breathlessly looking at each other and knowing that this was only the beginning.
The next few orgasms were not exactly the same as the first, but that was a first that I was going to be able to call upon in the dead of night. Losing my cherry to Angel was better than any awkward moment that I would have with somebody of my own age.
“I hope that you don’t have any regrets about what we did here today.” He was lying on his side looking at me with one hand drawing circles around each of my nipples.
I was staring at the ceiling and then I really had only one thing to say to his query. “I do have one regret.” There was this pause that was followed by him waiting on bended knee at the side of the bed. “The one regret I have is that I didn’t find you sooner than this. I wasted so much time and effort trying to find the perfect man. I wasn’t even looking and you came to me like a gift from god. Of course I will marry you and I will gladly have your children.” He slipped the ring on my finger and seeing him naked on his knees made him look vulnerable. He was the sexiest man that I had ever seen in my life.
We were lucky enough to find each other when some go all of their lives never knowing the true meaning of love. I could only imagine what my mother would say, but her opinion didn’t amount to much of anything. I was happy and the only thing that I could hope for was that I could make him as happy as I was for the rest of his life.
***The End***
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