The First Timers

by Hayden Ash

  “Listen here, you little shit!” I growl.

  “There he is!” Alex cackles. “Some advice, Dad? Don’t try to pull off the nice guy act. It’s not in our nature, mkay?”

  “I’m…I didn’t mean that…” I say, letting go of my son. “I know you’re twenty-five. You’re your own man. I apologize if you feel I’m talking down to you. All right?”

  My son watches me for several seconds—analyzing whether I’m sincere.

  “Thanks…” he says, finally. “Listen, Lian is coming to the house. She says she wants to meet the man who raised me…to thank him for raising such a sweet son!”

  We both laugh at the idea of anyone thinking of Alex as sweet. Yet, my laughter actually causes me a lot of pain inside, because I know that I failed him. I failed to stop the darkness in him from taking over. It’s the same darkness that’s in his mother and her whole family…this hunger to hurt and disappoint others simply for the sake of itself. Alex has so much good in him, but it’s completely muted by the drugs, liquor, many women, God knows what else. It’s heartbreaking to see him fall into these traps over and over—no matter how many I drag him out of them kicking and screaming.

  And, worse yet, I know how seductive he can be to women—the reckless bad-boy, and I fear every day that he’d hurt some young lady in some horrifying way and they would let him do it and not tell a soul about it.

  “Be good, son. Please,” I say. “It takes a real man to do the right thing even when he has so many opportunities to get away with the wrong one.”

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Dad,” Alex says, turning the key in the ignition. “Lian will be here soon. Will you cheer the fuck up?”

  And, before I can even answer, he’s taken off down the long road, quickly reaching a hundred miles an hour before he’s even driven past the gate.

  Lian II

  I’ve been sitting in my car for over half an hour—just breathing slowly and asking myself if I can really go through with this.

  Finally, I pop the door open, step out slowly, my high heel clicking loudly against the cobblestone driveway, and slowly walk towards the front door of my fiancé’s house, careful not to slip on one of these damn cobblestones and twist my ankle.

  I reach the door and press the doorbell a couple of times, then wait for what feels like forever.

  I pull out my phone and check myself really quick, happy that my hair and even my make up looks amazing. It’s a lot more than I’m used to wearing, but it’s sexy in a Victoria’s Secret model from black in their glory years kind of way.

  The door finally opens and out steps a man I’ve never seen before—who’s by far the most fucking gorgeous man that I’ve ever seen in my entire life. He’s tall as hell, muscular in all the right places, a bronze tan that makes his light blue eyes glow.

  He’s wearing a gorgeous button-down shirt, but there is something about the way he’s built that makes him still look primal—like he could take a woman anytime, anywhere and just totally savage her where she stood.

  “Woah.” I accidentally say out loud.

  “Excuse me?” He says.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just expecting…”

  “Alex, of course!” He laughs. “Sorry, I’m his father, Christian.”

  “Nice to meet you, Christian! I’m Lian. I’ve been dying to meet you!” I smile.

  “So, I’ve heard!” Christian says, gesturing for me to walk inside the house.

  I walk slowly into the house, and I think, out of the corner of my eye, I catch him checking out my ass—or, maybe I’m just hoping that he is…

  Once inside, I take off my trench coat and throw it casually on the sofa—checking Christian’s expression to see that he’s ok with it. I notice that as I take my jacket off and reveal the skimpy dress I’m wearing underneath, he immediately looks away. I must be making him feel uncomfortable.

  “Oh, I’m sorry…I actually thought it was just going to be him and me. He told me you had a lot of work to catch up on and probably wouldn’t have time for dinner.”

  “Oh, well, he’s actually just come down with the flu, and he’s contagious, so he’s asked me to step in for him for the evening. If that’s all right with you?”

  “Yes!” I wink. “Jjust know that I’m not as easy as I look! You’ll have to wine and dine me just like you would any other woman…”

  “Sit,” he says—pulling out a chair for me.

  His voice takes on a distinct tone of authority now. It’s so certain and strong that I do as I’m told right away. Even the sound of his voice, so deep and crisp and masculine, locks me transfixed on him, excited when I shouldn’t be.

  “You’re far from ‘any other woman,’” Christian says as he pours me a glass of red wine.

  “What do you mean by that?” I ask.

  “That you’re my son’s fiancé! What else could I mean?” He laughs.

  I find myself feeling oddly sad that he wasn’t flirting with me. I wonder if he can see the disappointment on my face?

  “So…have you been living in your son’s house with him for a long time?” I ask, trying to change the subject.

  “His house?” Christian laughs.

  “What? It’s yours?” I ask.

  “Oh, um, I shouldn’t be saying this, but yes. It is my house. And, the car he drives is mine. I can’t seem to get Alex to want to work. Maybe you’ll have better luck with him. I certainly hope so.”

  “Wait, but he’s a successful lawyer?” I ask, confused.

  “Lawyer? That’s a little hard to become when you didn’t even finish your bachelor’s degree…” Christian smiles, but then, goes tense. “Shit, you know, I’m so sorry. Forget I said anything. Please. Lord knows I don’t need any more problems with my son.”

  “Secret’s safe with me…” I say with a wink.

  Christian sits down next to me at the dining room table. We’re facing each other—our knees practically touching, and I can feel his intense energy pulling me in like a charged up magnet.

  “I…” I say, softly.

  I lean into him—letting my breasts fall down in my dress, my cleavage at the perfect angle from his eye line. I want him to look down at them, I crave for him to desire me like I desire him right now.

  “Christian…” I whisper, seductively, as my lips are about to reach his.

  Then, he gets to his feet—almost accidentally spilling my glass out of my hand.

  “I’m going to go get the guest bedroom ready for you. I’d be fine with you sleeping in the same bed as my son, but, as I said, he’s contagious,” Christian says.

  Then, he walks out of the dining room and disappears up the stairs.

  “You’re not…going to drink wine with me?” I ask as I sit all alone in the spacious house.

  Christian II

  “Fuck…” I groan out loud as I pace through the guest bedroom. “Shit, shit. You can’t do this Christian. No!”

  My mind races wildly as time runs out before she comes upstairs. I wonder to myself whether my son was right about us both being incapable of being “the nice guy.” No, I love my son, and I’m a good father. I won’t cross this line even for…

  Then, my mind runs the opposite direction…towards her. She’s so beautiful. Amazing. Perfect. So sweet and classy. The same type of girl…the same type of girl that I had to break up with all those years ago because I got Alex’s mother pregnant. The type of girl I’ve thought about every day of my life is somehow in my living room right now, but engaged to my son…

  “Christian?” I hear Lian call to me.

  “Over here, sweetheart!” I yell over.

  She skips into the room and then touches my shoulder.

  “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable downstairs…” She says.

  “No, no, it’s fine. And I hope that I didn’t make you feel like I didn’t want…never mind.”

  “Tell me.”

  “It’s late!” I say, firmly now. “Go to sleep, beautiful.”

  I
kiss her on her forehead, holding my lips on her skin just a little too long.

  “Can you stay with me…just until I fall asleep? I’ve been having really bad insomnia lately.”

  “Really?” I ask. “Anything in particular you think triggered it?”

  “Well, just one thing, maybe.”

  “What is it?”

  “I’m not sure I should say…” she says, thoughtfully.

  “You can tell me. You’re keeping one of my secrets. Only fair I should have to keep one of yours too!” I say.

  “Um, well, your son…last weekend we were staying over at my friend’s house, and he had sex with her. I don’t think he knows that I saw him, but yeah…” I say, staring to cry.

  He hugs me, his big, strong arms feeling so incredible as they squeeze my little body.

  “Shh…” he whispers. “I’m going to take care of this. Alex won’t get away with hurting you. No one will. You can be sure of that…”

  He holds me for about twenty minutes or so until I fall asleep in his arms. And, as my eyelids close to sleep, I catch one last glimpse of his handsome face, and, on it, I see pure rage. He’s going to hurt Alex and anyone who’d ever make me feel this way, and even though it was not even close to a part of the plan, I think I’m falling for him.

  Christian III

  I’m at that house. It’s dark everywhere, but somehow I know how to navigate throughout it to my destination.

  Six doors down a hallway that goes on forever, I see the light. I walk towards it, somehow, psychically aware of what waits behind it.

  And, when I reach it and look in, I see Alex there, and he’s got a girl, eighteen or so, pinned up underneath him—he’s stabbing his dick into violently—drilling it while she screams in pain and begs him to stop, and, then, he starts to suffocate her to death.

  And, in the corner, Lian is crying—having a nervous breakdown. And, then I notice that Alex isn’t just fucking this other girl to death—oblivious to the fact that Lian is right there—he’s actually taunting her with it. Making Lian watch, and when she turns away, he snarls, “look at me, bitch! Look at me, or I’ll fucking rape and kill you!”

  “GET OFF HER!” I shout, waking up in a pool of my own sweat.

  But, as I regain my senses, I notice myself bumping up against something soft and tender. Then, I look to the left of me, and I see Lian lying there fast asleep next to me in nothing but a purple bra and thong.

  I put my arms under her gently, hoping to allow her to stay asleep while I move her back to the guest bed.

  But, as I lift her off the bed, her eyes open and she starts tearing up and whimpering.

  “No, no. Let me stay!” She cries. “Let me stay with you!”

  “You can’t sweetheart.”

  “I want to stay with you. Please! Please don’t kick me out!” She keeps crying.

  “I’m sorry, honey, but…”

  “No, I want to stay with you…”

  And then she kisses me. Her lips are soft and moist, and as I kiss her back, she puts her hands on my naked chest and feels all over my torso. Then, her hands keep traveling lower, and she reaches through my pajama bottoms and pulls my dick out. She holds onto my erect penis as she lies back on the bed and then pulls it towards her pussy, moving her thong to the side, so that I can enter her.

  “I want to stay with you, daddy. Please? Please, will you not leave me?”

  And, heart pumping fast, my dick fully erect, I allow it to graze the surface of her pussy lips. She is soaking wet, ready to receive me. Her breath goes into my mouth as she tries to use all of the little bit of strength she has to try to jam me into her, but, of course, she can’t move me.

  Finally, and I don’t know if it’s because I want her so god damn badly or because I know she needs me, but I enter her and when I do I feel like I’m entering an entirely new world—a new plane of existence. I feel reborn.

  I thrust my dick deep in and out of her tiny pussy, and I can feel all of her as she clenches her walls down on it.

  “Daddy, you’re so big! You’re so big! I love it!” She screams, digging her nails in my back.

  We start fucking furiously, our bodies sweating in a slippery mess. I grip the railing of the bed and starts pounding her pussy with my full body weight, my muscles all working at once to overpower her. And, as I increase the strength, she screams louder and louder, filling the whole house up with her voice.

  “I’m cuming! I’m cuming! Daddy, you’re making me cum! Oh my God, you’re amazing, daddy. Make me cum again! I want you to fuck me all night long! Please, daddy?”

  Alex I

  I stand in the doorway of my father’s bedroom, holding a bouquet of roses and an “I’M SORRY” greeting card.

  I imagined this happening many times before now. It’s the price you pay when you decide to cheat on someone you actually care about—you can’t help but have constant nightmares that they’re doing the same. But, I never in a million years thought that it would be with him….my own father.

  But did I? Did I…want this to happen?

  I start to think about the possibility that I might have somehow subconsciously orchestrated this to happen. I fucked her slutty friend, while she was sleeping only ten feet away, and didn’t even bother to lock the door to the bedroom. I told my dad to be me for the night, knowing that Lian resembled the girl that he had loved so much but had to give up because of mom getting pregnant with me. Did I…do this for them? Did I do this because I knew I couldn’t satisfy my fiancé and I knew that my father could?

  No, it’s too fucked-up to even consider any longer. If it’s true, then I don’t want to know it.

  And, yet, I can’t look away. I want to see this. I want him to give her the fuck of her life. I want him to feel real again. I want to be here watching right now rather than fucking any of the twenty or so girls I’ve got tucked away throughout the city.

  I deserve this. We all do.

  Epilogue

  Lian III

  “Huh…” I say, looking down at the invitation in my hand.

  “What is it, babe?” Christian asks me as he finishes his coffee.

  “My cousin, Danielle, is getting married,” I tell him.

  “You sound really surprised,” He says, laughing.

  “I am,” I say. “She’s getting married to Zac Shelton.”

  “I take it you don’t like this Zac Shelton?”

  “I mean, all I know about him is that he fucked my other cousin—Dani’s little sister, Lindsey. So, I mean, there’s that.”

  “Well, then…” he says, really shocked. “Was it…like our situation? Was your cousin Danielle ok with it?”

  “Not at all. They used to be inseparable growing up, but now, if I FaceTime both of them at once, it’s the most awkward shit ever. No one talks for like ten-minute at a time,” I explain. “But, I want us to go. I want you to meet my family…truly insane people that they are.”

  I sit on Christian’s lap and wrap my arm lovingly on his shoulder. Then, I can’t help but start to nibble on his incredible smelling neck.

  “I would be honored,” Christian smiles. “Should be memorable…”

  “Yep, that is one thing I can definitely promise that those two always are…”

  THE END!

  For Now…

  BOOK 7: Surfer’s Virgin

  Emma I

  “Don’t waste it. You’re only young once.”

  I think about these words—the words my dad said before he shipped out to the army. When I think about the words, they make me angry. I love my dad, but this is why almost all of my friends are pregnant or are caught in a vicious cycle of sleeping with drugged out losers who abuse and even steal money from them.

  But the fact of the matter is that it bothers that I haven’t done anything remotely exciting so far in life. I’m the cautious one, and I like to brag that I make all the right choices, but secretly I sometimes feel like I’m missing out. I wish I could be eighteen forever, so I
wouldn’t have to decide.

  “Emma, wake up!” My friend, Lindsey, shakes me awake.

  I lift my head off her shoulders and peer out the window beside me. We’re still on the bus to the big surf competition for the high school. It’s the last one before I graduate, so, I guess, it should be a big deal.

  Our high school is located in a little beach town that no one cares about and where absolutely nothing ever happens. So, we get excited about everything we’re even marginally good at, which, in this case, is surfing. I’m an actual cheerleader for a surfing team. What the fuck is my life?

  “All right, listen up bitches!” Our cheer captain, a year younger than me, says in her shrill fucking voice. “This is probably the biggest competition that our school will ever be a part of for generations. And we all know the reason we need to win is because Zach Bruer will get to compete against some of the best surfers in the entire world!”

  “Like who?” One of the other cheerleaders asks.

  “Fuck off, Britney, you know I don’t fucking know surfers’ names,” the cheer captain says, arms folding and eyes rolling. “Anyway, Emma, we’ve built our whole routine around you so you better not fuck it up!”

  For the hundredth fucking time I’m not his fucking girlfriend! I think in my head but don’t bother to say—knowing it would do absolutely no good. When you’re a guy and when you’re more popular than the girl in question, then you get to say whatever the fuck you want and everyone just goes with it.

  Emma II

  We shuffle out of the bus and head down the hill to the beach. Everywhere, in all directions, all I see are shirtless, soaking, ripped guys…handsome as hell like male-models. They proudly hold out their long, smooth surfboards, which, I admit, are really beautiful to look at—the sunlight reflects luminously off them and bounces around in all directions.