by Jamie Knight
I found myself reading about one of the pirates getting the girl in the story alone.
He wasn't bad as far as pirates go. In fact, he looked rather handsome, his chiseled features glistening in the hot sun. I could see his muscles bulging underneath his open loose shirt as he stood in the doorway, his eyes focusing into the dark room where I sat cowering in the corner.
I couldn’t help but imagine that he was Bradley. And my heart quickened as I realized that he was looking at me. He started to walk toward me, each determined step matching the pounding in my ears. He closed the door behind him, making an air of quietness envelop the room. It almost felt as if no one was there except for us, not a whole crew of pirates running and yelling all over the ship.
He beckoned for me to come closer, his extended hand held out like a beacon as he stood as still as a statue. I stared at his hand, not sure if I should take it, but knowing that I didn't have much of a choice.
I reached out for his hand, my hand shaking so hard. He pulled me up toward him. I could smell his scent hot in my nose. He smelled of sweat and rum. As afraid as I was, there was something about this pirate, this man that was Bradley in disguise, that drew me to him, that excited me. His hands were all over me. I wanted him so bad...
I fanned myself as I grew excited right along with the heroine. I knew that feeling, of being turned on by someone, but feeling like you shouldn't be. That was exactly how I was feeling about Bradley. I put my hands between my legs and could feel heat emanating from them like I had been sitting on an oven.
I kept imagining that Bradley was the pirate and I was the girl in the story. I thought about what it would feel like in his arms, kissing him, letting him touch me all over. I crossed my legs as my pussy moistened and throbbed, my excitement growing more and more.
I opened my legs and put my finger into my panties, inching my way toward my hardening clit. It danced as my finger flicked back and forth against it. I pulled off my panties and let my pussy free, feeling a light breeze across my pubic hairs. I rubbed inside of my lips, feeling the slippery soft skin inside. I wiggled my fingers, touching the walls of my pussy, my hole gripping my fingers.
I moved my fingers in and out of my pussy, stopping only to lick my juicy wetness from my fingers, and plunge them back inside. I circled my hips, pumping them faster and faster. I imagined that Bradley's dick was inside of me, pushing deeper and deeper into my wet pussy. I moved my hand faster and faster until I came, whimpering as the waves of orgasm washed over me.
“Bradley,” I whimpered softly, the orgasm pulsing through my core.
The pleasure peaked and then started to fade. I lay still, enjoying the feeling of it reverberating through my body. As I stared at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath, I let my mind wander.
I started to imagine what life would be like if I could have what I really wanted. I always told people that I wanted to go to school to be an interior designer. But, that wasn't really the truth. That was just what I said because I felt like it was the responsible thing to say. It made me feel like I was doing the right thing, making a real plan for my life that would make things better, so that I wouldn't be wasting my life or whatever it was that everyone was afraid that I would be doing.
What I really wanted was to be a stay-at-home wife and mother. And now that I had met Bradley, I started to think about what it would be like if I could have that with him. I imagined us living in our own beautiful home as husband and wife with a few babies scampering around.
I thought about all the barbecues we could have in our backyard, all the decorating that I could do, all the cookies that I could bake and then send to work with Bradley, or in our kids' lunch boxes for school. My smile was so big it almost hurt my face thinking about how happy I would be—how happy we could be.
But, the truth was, that could never happen. That was just a silly fantasy that would likely stay a fantasy forever.
Or would it?
My father would be gone for a while, like he always was, so Bradley and I would have plenty of time to spend together, hang out, and get to know each other. And if more than that happened, well, then, it happened.
I started thinking about Grace's dare. As crazy as it sounded at first, I was starting to think that maybe it wasn't such a crazy idea after all. In fact, the longer I lay there thinking about it, the more I thought that it might be something that I would want to do.
I smiled as I drifted off to sleep, my mind already beginning to devise a plan.
Chapter 9
Bradley
I woke up the next morning excited to see what the day would bring. I knew that James would have been long gone by the time the sun got up, but my excitement had nothing to do with him, anyway.
It was about Natalia. Even though I told myself to stop thinking about her, it was almost impossible. She was the star in my dark night sky.
When I woke up, reality started to set in a little bit more as I tried to get out of bed and almost fell over, pain shooting through my knee and down my leg. It was becoming regular, waking up and finding myself in pain. It was a steady reminder of my condition, the one that aged me beyond my years.
I was sure that Natalia probably had a good scoff at my expense, thinking about the poor old man that her father had pitied enough to take into their home. She probably felt bad about telling me no to fixing her car. I was certain that she had already taken her car to a mechanic, rather than taking her chances with the old crippled guy who was so bad off, he was staying in her father's house.
But, I wanted to be a man of my word, so I pulled myself out of bed, got myself dressed, and went out to the garage to see if I could help with anything. To my surprise, the car was already there, and no work had been done as of yet.
I popped the hood and started looking around. The car was in relatively good condition from what I could tell, but cranking over the engine and getting it driving would give me a better picture of what was going on.
“Alright, are we ready to do this?” called a voice from the doorway.
I looked over and saw her standing just inside the garage. My mouth fell open as I watched her walk from the doorway toward where I was standing, looking over the car. She was wearing tattered blue jean shorts that were so short, they showed her entire thigh and leg. If it were any higher, I would have been able to see everything. And boy, did I fucking want to.
She was also wearing a short t-shirt that barely covered anything, showing her skinny waist. She looked like she was trying out for a music video, not getting ready to get greasy, working on a car.
“Are you sure that's what you want to wear?” I asked her.
“What's wrong with it?” she asked, looking down at her clothes. “You don't like it?”
She looked up guiltily at me, almost like she was teasing me. Her smile was so sweet that it made a part of me soften like butter. It also turned me on completely.
“Uh, yeah, I guess...” I replied nervously. “That's not what I mean. It's just, working on a car can get pretty dirty and what you're wearing looks like something you want to wear later. I would just hate to have you ruin your clothes, that's all. It's up to you, of course.”
I felt the air growing thicker and it was hard to breathe. I took a few steps, fanning my face, hoping that I could somehow find a way to not be so turned on, being near her. I hoped that she would put me out of my misery and change clothes into something that had better coverage for her body.
Hell, I wouldn't have minded if she came out wearing a nun's habit. Actually, that would have been even better because then I could have ignored her more easily. I could have focused my mind on fixing her car, and not allowed myself to be distracted of thoughts of her tight, hot body rubbing against me.
“I would rather wear something that let me move around a little better, so this is going to be the best option,” she said. “I'm ready whenever you are.”
She gave me the thumbs up sign and walked around to look under the hood. I sh
rugged and started telling her what I was noticing about the car.
“It looks like you need a radiator flush,” I told her, pointing toward the radiator. “And I'm not sure when the last time you did an oil change or tune up was, but it looks like it might be about time to consider doing those, too.”
“Yeah, my dad's been riding me about that,” she said, brushing her hair back out of her face. “I just haven't had much time to do it. And when I have had the time, it's not exactly one of the first things that I think about, if you know what I mean.”
She winked at me playfully. I nodded and smiled back, but part of me felt embarrassed. I didn't know what she meant. The only life that I'd ever known was the Air Force.
I had a pretty good understanding of how civilian life was going to go for me, but I didn't know what a girl like her would spend her day doing. As far as I understood, she was in school and that was it.
“Why haven't you had time?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Well, it's just been a lot, you know? Trying to figure out what I'm going to do with my life after I graduate. Graduation used to be this date sometime in the way off future, but now it's here. Like, it's happening right now. So, I've been trying to see what I'm going to do...”
She looked off in the distance while wringing her hands.
“Can you hand me the screwdriver over there?” I asked her, hoping it would offer a minor distraction. I could tell that the conversation was starting to make her anxious and antsy.
She handed me a screwdriver, not the one that I needed, but I took it anyway.
“Thanks. I appreciate it,” I said, taking the screwdriver from her and pretending to tinker around under the hood with it.
“You're welcome,” she said. “You know, maybe I should think about trying this on for size. Female mechanic. I bet you don't see too many of those, do you?”
“No, you don't,” I said, somewhat impressed by the thought of her going into the same profession that I was in.
I reached over and grabbed the screwdriver that I did need, and took the battery out. It didn't come out that easily since it was a little rusted, but after a few minutes of struggling, I managed to get it out.
“We're going to need this to make sure that we get the right replacement,” I said, holding up the battery. “And besides, we can make sure that the old battery gets disposed of properly.”
She smiled at me appreciatively.
“So, we're making a trip to the auto parts store?” asked Natalia, an excited grin starting to show on her face.
“Yeah, we probably should do that now,” I said.
She clapped excitedly.
“I'll pull the car around front,” she said, jumping up and running out the door.
She was excited to drive her father's convertible. I had to admit that I was a little eager to get in the car myself. Convertibles were the ultimate car lover's car. Of all the cars that I had worked on, convertibles had always been a favorite.
Seeing her pull it around front was a magical moment. The car seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, its sleek body gleaming in the morning sun.
“What a gorgeous machine,” I said, impressed.
“And wait until you see how she handles,” said Natalia, sounding like a diehard gear head.
I walked over and sat down in the passenger’s seat of the car, watching her wild eyes glitter in the light. There was something about her that just radiated excitement.
“You might want to put on your seatbelt,” she cautioned, pushing her foot against the gas to rev the engine.
“Are we going racing?” I asked her.
“Oh no,” she said, clutching her chest. “I don't want to do anything that might be too strenuous for your pacemaker.”
I hadn't expected her to say that. My mouth fell open in surprise. She had poked fun at the elephant in the room, our vast age difference.
But, it was almost like a joke because being around her, I didn't feel like there was much of an age difference between us. In fact, she had an air about her that made her seem more mature than her young age suggested.
She sped down the road, leaning into curves so sharp that I thought we were going to tip over sideways. But, despite the fact that she was driving fast, giving the engine a chance to stretch its legs a little, so to speak, it wasn't reckless. It was purposeful and fun. It was liberating and exciting. It was everything that I imagined Natalia to be.
Chapter 10
Bradley
I had to stop myself from thinking those thoughts. I didn't know how, but I had to find a way to release myself from this trance where all I seemed to think about was her. And thinking about her in that way would only lead to trouble.
What that trouble could be, that was yet to be seen. But, it was the implications of that trouble, the impact that it could have on my friendship or, hell, my living situation, that I most worried about.
“Maybe we should head on over to the store,” I said, trying to move things back into the right direction.
“Boo, you're no fun,” said Natalia, faking a frown and turning the car down a road leading to the highway. We drove for a few minutes before hitting a strip mall that had an auto parts store in it.
Her insult stung only a little bit. I didn't want her to see me as the no-fun-having old guy that her dad had staying in their house. But I also didn't want to start developing feelings for her and complicating things. I knew that holding up my end of the bargain and helping her to get her car situated would help me to focus on something else.
I had to admit, though, that being out here with her driving me around made me feel like we didn't have a care in the world, like we were just a girl and a guy out having a good time.
When we arrived at the store and went inside, Natalia looked around at everything like she was confused.
“All of these things go inside my car?” she asked.
I chuckled.
“I take it that you've never been inside an auto parts store?” I asked.
She shook her head hard.
“No,” she admitted. “My dad has always taken care of all of the car stuff for me.”
“Well, if you're going to get on the fast track as a female mechanic, it might be a good idea for you to get familiar with this store.”
She beamed at me warmly, rocking on her heels. It was so easy to joke and laugh with her. I hadn’t had this much of a natural connection with someone for a long time. What a fucking pity that she had to be so much younger— and my friend’s daughter.
She walked slowly through each aisle, carefully looking over item after item. It was like she was taking a mental inventory of everything. I stood watching her. I wasn't quite sure how much she was retaining, but I liked watching the process of her learning. It made me look at my profession in a whole new light, through a new set of eyes.
I walked up to the counter and saw a guy in his twenties standing there. He had on a long sleeved flannel shirt and he had rolled up the sleeves. He reeked like he had been chain smoking cigarettes right before coming to stand behind the counter.
“How can I help you?” he said emotionlessly.
“Yeah, I actually need to get a replacement for this battery,” I said, putting the battery up on the counter. I didn't know my own strength and it slammed harder than I thought that it would.
“Whoa there, take it easy,” said the guy, sounding a little annoyed.
“One battery, please,” said Natalia.
She had walked over to the counter and stood in front of it, leaning down so that I thought that her breasts would spill out of her shirt. The guy behind the counter's eyes almost bulged out of his head like a cartoon wolf ogling a hot girl.
“Well, hello there,” he said, leaning on the counter so that he was almost eye-to-eye with Natalia.
Natalia stood up straight, the smile leaving her face. She was just trying to be friendly and this guy was trying to flirt. I could tell that Natalia was not interested at all.
The guy, however, did not get the memo. He continued to lay it on thick.
“What's a hot girl like you doing in here?” he asked as he rang up the battery and charged her for it, ignoring the obvious signs that she wasn't interested in him.
I groaned loudly. Guys like him really pissed me off. It was one thing to flirt, but it was another thing altogether to do so ad naseum, ignoring clear signs that your flirting is not fucking welcome.
“I'm here doing what everyone else is doing: finding parts that I need to fix my car,” Natalie replied.
He nodded, licking his lips as he stared at her.
“So, your dad is teaching you how to fix your car?” the guy asked. “That's pretty awesome. Maybe once he finishes with his lesson, you can come have a private lesson with me.”
I could feel the smoke behind my ears. I was fucking livid. This punk automatically assumed that I was her father.
I looked over at Natalia and saw that she had a pained expression on her face, as if she was really embarrassed. But, just as quickly as the look came, it went. Instead, she smiled that sneaky smile of her and moved closer to me.
“This isn't my dad,” she said, nudging her body against me. “Well, he's not my biological dad. But, I do like to call him daddy sometimes.”
She moved in closer and kissed me right on the lips. The counter guy was shocked, his mouth falling open wide with shock. I had to admit that it caught me off guard, too. Her lips were soft and warm. Her kiss tasted so sweet. I couldn't believe that it was happening.
We stood there kissing for what seemed like an eternity, but probably actually was only a minute or two. When she pulled away, the counter guy wasn't even standing there anymore. He had wandered off to go help another customer that had walked in and was looking lost.
It was a good thing that no one else had been standing there because it took me a minute to get my bearings. The kiss had caught me off guard, but there was something else…