by Amy Brent
He smiled and rose from his chair, then circled around the table and knelt beside me. He took my hands in his and gave them an affectionate squeeze. “Don't you worry at all, Camille. We're going to take this one day at a time. We've got months before the baby is due, and we can spend that time getting to know each other more. Growing closer to each other. I'll make sure the baby is provided for, you have my word on that. And we'll figure 'us' out. The important thing is moving forward, right? We'll make a great future together. And when the time is right, when we have all the pieces in place and we know we're doing it for us, and not for the wrong reasons, then we'll talk about marriage, and the future, and all of that. Okay?”
Tears welled in my eyes. All I could do was nod. I leaned over and kissed his lips, glad that he was here for me, that he wasn't going to try to push me into something before I was ready. It was going to be a strange life, raising a baby with a daddy who was a billionaire and an ex-Navy SEAL. And a white boy, on top of that. My mama wouldn't bat an eyelash at the rest of it, but when I brought a white boy home to meet her, she was going to blow her top.
I put my arms around him and cradled his head against my chest. I hadn't expected any of this to happen, and I knew I wasn't ready for it. But was anyone ever really ready for a baby? The important thing was that our child would have two loving parents who would do anything to support and care for them. And I knew Jack would do whatever it took to provide for his child. Our baby wouldn't have to live through the kind of struggles my family had gone through while I was growing up. It wouldn't ever have to worry about whether there would be dinner on the table, or whether we could afford to take it to the doctor. It would grow up and go to college without ever having to worry about debt.
I cupped Jack's cheeks in my hands and raised his face towards mine. We kissed as tears of relief fell down my cheeks. After a few moments, our kiss became more urgent, filled with need. Jack stood up and took my hands, then led me out of the restaurant and to his car. We kissed more sitting in the parking lot, his hands roaming my body like we were a couple of teenagers. Then we went back to my apartment.
We headed back to the bedroom almost immediately. I worried about what Jack would think of my simple place, with my IKEA furniture and my dirty clothes strewn all over the floor. But he didn't show any signs of judgment for my middle-class lifestyle. He just focused on my needs, on my touch.
He lowered me onto the bed, gentle as can be. There was none of the urgent, athletic movement from our prior encounters. He was slow. He was tender. We savored every moment. He slowly pulled my clothes off, one piece at a time, his lips trailing kisses over the bare skin he exposed. Shivers ran up and down my body, and while part of me wanted to tell him to hurry and give me what I desperately needed, a bigger part of me wanted to cherish this experience.
We made love deep into the night, an elegant melding of our bodies into one. I lost track of time, of where Jack ended and I began, and of any worries beyond his touch, his kiss, his loving caress. Then, once it was over and our energy was spent, we lay there together as two lovers sharing each other's embrace.
Eventually Jack dozed off, and for a time I watched him sleep. My fingers traced tiny caresses along the lines of his face. I thought about the future and what it would bring. I thought about the life growing inside of me. I wondered whether it would be a boy or a girl. No matter what, this child would know love, support, and kindness in its life.
Our new life together would start the next day. I could already see it now. A new home, something simple, with no need for excessive luxuries. A big back yard our child could play in, unlike the row home I'd grown up in with barely more than a patch of scruffy grass out back. The best schools, the best care. And once our baby was grown, I knew we'd see the world together. I'd take my child to Africa, make sure it knew its roots. Recapture all of the history that my family had once lost. Laying there with Jack, dreaming of the future, I almost felt like I could actually see it all happening, like the folds of time were open to me and my baby's life was laid out there for me to explore.
In the morning I awoke with Jack still there in my arms. He opened his weary eyes and looked at me, a pleasant exhaustion etched across his features.
“Morning,” he said.
“Morning, love,” I said, smiling at him.
We kissed, then we touched, then we made love again as streams of early dawn sunlight poured over us through the bedroom window. Eventually we got dressed, lost in the quiet comfort of two people who had shared the deepest parts of themselves. The gentle romance of the moment lasted until a grumbling in my stomach reminded me that we hadn't really finished dinner last night.
“Hungry?” Jack asked as he pulled on his shoes.
“Mm-hmm.” I sighed, remembering that I hadn't stocked up the fridge since I got back into the country. “Can we go out to eat?”
“Certainly.” Jack smirked, standing up and buckling on his belt. That swagger that had first drawn me to him was back in his every step. “As a matter of fact, I know a lovely little place.”
“Oh?” I could see by the mischievous light in his eyes that he was up to something.
“In Paris,” he said. A grin slowly spread across his face.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” I said. We didn't bother to pack. Jack promised to buy me new clothes once we got there. I couldn't wait to see what the most romantic city in the world had in store for us. And it would be nice to travel around the world for pleasure, for once, instead of digging up ancient ruins and getting shot at by terrorists.
Though I reminded myself that when you were dating a rich, powerful, charming Navy SEAL, just about anything could happen.
Daddy’s Girl Collection
AMBER
I sit here in my bedroom and I watch the young man with the huge cock fucking this blond temptress with fake tits and all I can do is slip my fingers into my virginal white panties. I have my eyes glued to the screen of my computer and I’m consciously aware that that door could open at any moment with Jordan slipping in to say good night. Thankfully, I can hear his footsteps and the floorboards creak in a certain spot before he reaches the threshold to my bedroom.
“You really are a naughty girl. I never took you for someone that watched this stiff…I mean stuff. It’s kind of liberating to know that I’m not the only one that finds comfort and sexual enticement from the Internet. When you told me that you had something to show me, I thought that you might be referring to something else.” Sandra was the only one that I could confide in about my feelings for a certain someone. I thought that it was destined to go unrequited and that I would have to move on to those of my own age.
“I can honestly say that I’ve never seen anything like that in my life. This guy is blessed and he knows exactly what he possesses. His confidence is a little unnerving and you can tell that when he fucks a woman that it’s mostly for his own pleasure. That thing would probably kill a woman that has never been taken like that before.” I remembered the brief glimpse of what I had seen of Jordan coming from the shower. He was that specimen that was made to satisfy in all the right ways.
“From how you have described a certain part of a man’s anatomy, I would say that you have come very close to seeing it in vivid clarity. Do I have to mention him by name, or do you think that it is good enough that I only remind you about the shower incident. How you accidentally walked in on him as he was wrapping that towel around his waist. The way that you have talked about him often, I’ve wondered if you’ve ever done anything to express yourself.” Sandra was that promiscuous blond that could have any man. I thought that it was safe to confide in her about Jordan, but now I think that I’ve created a monster.
“I can see that look in your eye. I don’t want you to even think about it. As far as you are concerned, he is off limits.” I could see the disappointment, but we had a bond of trust that could not be broken by one man. She had her pick of the litter and losing her virginity when she was 15 ha
d certainly opened her eyes to the pleasure that could be had. She had been trying to get me to drop my guard with Michael. He was that jock at school that could say all the sweetest things. I just didn’t know if I could trust him with something as delicate as my virginity.
I promise that I will keep out of it for your sake. I will do that only on the condition that you tell me what happened with Michael last night. You did go to the movies. I’m sure that you took my advice about taking a seat in the very back so that people wouldn’t be able to see what you were doing.” I had a feeling that subject matter was going to come up and I was ready with a detailed explanation. I was going to get very nasty and I wanted her to be practically begging me to satisfy her curiosity.
“We sat in the back and when the lights went down things became more interesting. I reached into the popcorn container and I felt something that wasn't at all normal. It was hard and unyielding in my hand. I could feel something sticky and instead of pulling away, I jerked it like I’d seen on some of these movies. It’s amazing what you can find on the Internet these days.” I saw her lying back and now those panties were pulled to the side to show me the puffy red lips of her sex.
“I’m just getting a little more comfortable. Do you mind sharing your toys? Hand me the silver one with the multiple settings. I want to live vicariously through your words. I’m going to close my eyes and bring myself off. I promise that I will stifle any kind of moan with my fist in my mouth.” My stepfather Jordan was most likely sleeping one off after drinking too much. He never got completely shit faced, but he certainly was feeling no pain after my mother died. This was his way of self medicating and maybe it was time for some kind of intervention.
I opened the drawer and pulled out the toy that she had requested. She flicked the switch and turned it to the highest setting. She didn’t even tease herself first. She pushed past the resistance of the elasticity of her lips. I was in the perfect position to see everything. This was not the first time that we had been in the same room playing. We had learned a lot from each other and we had even practiced kissing to make sure that we had a certain technique that had become something that the boys wanted most of all. We had gone through the necessary tutelage of using a banana to teach us how to deepthroat a monster cock like no other.
“I had my hand wrapped around him and I feel it dripping over my hand and into the popcorn. I pulled out the sticky strands and I ate them with him staring at me the entire time. I have to say that I loved the look on his face as I manipulated his flesh. The shaft was so fucking hard and even squeezing it didn’t show any give to it. I reached further down and I found his balls and they were well taken care of and groomed to perfection. I could feel the smooth surface and I squeezed like you taught me to get him to grunt. He coughed into his hand to stop anybody from getting wise to what we were doing.” She was not the only one that was getting excited by my retelling of what had occurred between me and Michael.
“Oh yeah...fuck… Oh fuck…that vibration is so fucking good.” She had promised that she wouldn’t make any unwanted overtures, but now her hand had landed squarely on my chest. I wasn’t sure that she knew what she was doing and that maybe she was too far gone to give a damn. “I wanted to do that at the movies and I have no idea why none of the boys that I’ve gone out with have tried something like that.” Her wet pussy was stretched open and that cylinder object was moving back and forth at a steady pace.
“I think that I can do that better than you.” She must have thought that I was talking about doing that to myself, but she found out differently when I took her hand away from where she was satisfying her own desire. We both knew that it felt better when somebody else did it and now I was the one that was stirring things to the surface. “He had one of the biggest cocks that I’ve ever seen in my life besides this guy on the screen.” The guy was a freak of nature and had what I would consider a baseball bat hanging roughly 11 inches stretching from his body.
With her hands free, she could lift that Scooby Doo nightshirt and begin to play with her ample bosom. We both had primarily the same size in that regard, but her nipples were a little bit chunkier than mine. Mine stood straight out where hers were fat and looked good enough to sample. I’d never done anything like this and even holding this weapon of choice in my hands and slamming it back and forth inside her was a departure from our usual staid sleepovers.
“If you’re not fucking careful, you are…going to make me cum all over this thing. Is that what you want to see, Amber? Do you want to see my cream sliding down the surface of that thing? If it is, then keep up what you’re doing and you will get your wish one way or the other.” I had no idea what came over me or why it felt so important to see her bubble and boil over like a pot that you wouldn’t leave on the stove without watching it carefully. She was pinching her nipples with her eyes closed and then I heard her scream with her knuckle pressed into her mouth to stop herself from giving Jordan any reason to come in here to check out what was going on.
I had my hand firmly placed against my clit and two fingers were moving back and forth to supply me with the necessary incentive to drive myself up the wall. I had just reached that plateau when she kissed me and tongued my mouth. She was prolonging that moment into something long and everlasting. In the afterglow and while we were sitting there breathing heavy, I turned and noticed something that was slightly out of the ordinary.
There was a teddy bear that I didn’t recognize. There was also a very strange thing happening with its eyes. I knew what it was. I had a feeling that I knew who the culprit was that had decided to invade my personal space. Tomorrow morning was going to be one hell of a fight that was going to be of the knockdown variety. I was tempted to tell Sandra, but she probably would have wanted to put on more of an explicit show. I wasn’t ready to do something like that and I felt violated by the camera. It was situated in a way that it could see my bed and everything that had happened on it. I wasn’t sure how long it was there.
I was sitting there at the breakfast table glaring at Jordan, who was reading the paper and making it look like he had nothing to hide. Sandra was going on about something about school, but I really wasn’t paying attention. My anger was seething like a raw and festering wound. I envisioned what it would be like to wrap my hands around his neck, but came back with visions of curling my hand around something else instead.
“I have to go. A few friends are meeting me down at the pool. I think that this will give me the right moment to reveal my new two piece bikini.” Before I could stop her, she was stripping off that tee shirt and dropping her pants to show her body encased in what had turned out to be some kind of floss. It didn’t cover her breasts at all and only her nipples that could easily be seen through the fabric were covered.
I heard the rustle of paper. Jordan was looking over the edge of the paper to look at my flamboyant friend showing off. She twirled around and even bent over to make that bikini look like it had disappeared altogether. The bottoms were sheer and one pull to the side would reveal her nakedness to anybody that was willing to take the risk.
Jordan noticed that I was watching him and put the paper back up with this trace of red in his cheeks. It was a good thing that he showed some modesty, but that wasn’t going to justify spying on his stepdaughter. My only concern was how long this was going on and what exactly he had witnessed and heard.
I followed Sandra out to the front door. She had her bag with her clothes firmly inside. “I don’t know what has gotten into you, Amber. I think that what you truly need is to get laid and you have the makings of a great story right underneath this roof. Do yourself a favor and reach out and touch somebody before it’s too late.” I closed the door and lay back against it with my hand up to my chest to feel my heart beating.
I took a deep breath and I walked into the kitchen with a purpose only to find that he wasn’t there. I took a few steps into the kitchen and then I felt his hand over my mouth and something hard pressing into the ba
ck side of my jeans. “I know that you saw the camera. I was watching you at the time and believe me, I was getting myself off. I came precisely at the moment that you looked me in the eyes. You’re old enough to know that I haven’t been with anybody since her mother. I haven’t been touched in five years and watching you parading yourself around in front of me in those skimpy outfits made me want to do something about it.” I tried to move, but he was stronger than me and I kind of found it exciting to be on the receiving end of something so dominant.
He dragged me out of the room with my feet sliding across the wood floor and heading towards the living room. I found myself falling onto the soft feel of that black leather couch. I was wearing a pair of cutoff shorts and what constituted as a bikini top. It wasn’t much and I think that I was only doing that to taunt him mercilessly.
“I can’t believe that you would do that. You must know by now that I feel something for you. I haven’t even… I mean… I haven’t…never mind.” I became flustered and the look in his eyes told me that he knew exactly what I was going to say.
A girl like you with that kind of body should not be keeping it under wraps. You should be sharing it with every man that you find a certain attraction for. I’m not suggesting that you become some sort of slut, but pleasure is the one thing that you should always strive for. It’s the one thing that a woman like you should never be without.” As he was talking, he was taking off his shirt and showing me the product of several hours down in the makeshift basement gym. I heard him on several occasions and I went down to spy on him and the way that his muscles would glisten underneath the one lonely bulb swinging back and forth on a strand of wire.