by Lia Lee
We settle into the couch, and I let Rose pick a disc from the pile I’ve brought. I smile as she points to the Dirty Dancing cover. I’m sure she has no idea what the movie is about, but I’ve always loved it because it reminds me of my own mom. We always watched it together when Dad was working a lot. I know she would have been a dancer herself if she hadn’t decided to settle down and become the doctor’s perfect wife.
When Rose starts to nod off in my lap, I carry her back to her bedroom and tuck her in. She rolls over and falls fast asleep. It’s just after eight o’clock, and Logan’s not back yet, so I curl up on the couch and indulge in the rest of Dirty Dancing and bittersweet memories of my beautiful mother, Erica VanderKemp. I can’t help but shed a nostalgic tear when I hear the line, “No one puts Baby in the corner!” It was her favorite, and it only underscores how much I miss her. I wonder if Rose even knew her mother well enough to miss her. I doze off trying to imagine what circumstances surrounded the absence of Mrs. Brenner.
Chapter Six
Logan
Forbidden Fruit
I slide behind the wheel of my truck and start the engine, desperately thankful to be out of the restaurant at last. Two hours of arguing with a supposedly reformed alcoholic and drug addict have tested the limits of my nerves and my temper. I’d been reluctant to agree to this meeting without the mediator present, and I regretted it now more than ever.
Jolene claimed to be a changed person, but she wasn’t fooling me. Not this time.
“I have a right to see my daughter!” she’d demanded, pounding her fist on the table. Her agitation only proved how unchanged she really was. The off-color stares of the patrons around us supported that. Always one to make a scene, I recalled with bitter clarity. The only thing worse than having this deranged woman as the mother of my child would have been to have her as my wife. Thank God I never married her.
I told her she’d have to take me to court to get visitation rights, then paid the check and left. I’m a reasonable man, but betrayal by the two women I’d loved most in my lifetime has eroded my capacity to forgive. Or forget.
All that mattered to me was Rose’s well-being, and I knew from bitter experience that exposing her to an unbalanced individual like her birth mother at this stage of her young life would only be damaging. Rose has no memory of Jolene, and I intend to keep it that way.
I step on the accelerator to get out of the area and back home as quickly as possible. I’m already overdue, and this emotional meeting has escalated my need to be with my daughter; to protect her and keep her safe.
Yet I’ve left her with a near stranger. Ironically, I trust the neighbor girl whom I only met yesterday more than Rose’s own flesh and blood. Though I’d let Lila back into my life after Rose was born, it doesn’t change how she’d treated me all those years growing up. The twenty-pound chip on my shoulder won’t be dislodged that easily, no matter how good a grandma she tries to be.
The lights are dim inside the windows of my house as I pull up at the curb, and it reminds me that I have no blinds or drapes yet. I make a mental note to hire one of the decorating contractors I know ASAP. Though curtains aren’t much of a barrier, with the specter of Jolene potentially haunting us, I need to shield my daughter and me in every way I can.
The door is locked when I try the knob, and as I fish for my key, I’m glad that it is. At least someone else is taking the welfare of my daughter seriously. Quinn seems to have a good head on her shoulders; if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be in a Master’s program at University. Education means everything these days, and that’s one thing I intend to see that Rose gets, no matter the cost. Surrounding her with educated people is important too, and Quinn certainly fits that description.
However, educated isn’t the first adjective that comes to mind when I think of Quinn. The image of her soaking wet body in my backyard is burned into my brain forever. I know it was all a misunderstanding and horribly bad timing, but I’d hardly be a man if what I saw didn’t make me hard as hell… make me want her in every way.
But that would be wrong on so many levels.
I step inside the darkened house and slip off my shoes and jacket. All is quiet, so I know Rose is asleep, and by the light of a lone table lamp, I see Quinn’s blonde hair splayed across her prone form lying on my couch. She’s fallen asleep too and looks as beautiful and blissful as an angel in her repose, but as I step closer, my attention is caught by something much less angelic. The loose V-neck of her oversized T-shirt has slipped aside to reveal a lacy white bra, and my insolent cock twitches to life at the sight of the soft mounds beneath. They rise and fall gently with each slow breath.
I should look away, but for all my good intentions, I can’t. I’m transfixed by this sleeping beauty. I chuckle at the thought of waking her with a kiss, just like the fairy tales my daughter is so fond of. And in our own little fairy tale, the blonde princess would awaken, express her gratitude for breaking the slumbering spell by declaring her undying love for me and my little girl and becoming the mother and wife we always wanted but never had.
As I rein in my crazy runaway thoughts, I realize I’m now sitting on the edge of the sofa, hovering over this innocent girl like Dracula over Lucy. I shake my head. I need to send her home. Safe. And unravaged.
“Quinn,” I whisper, placing my hand on her arm. She stirs and inhales a quick breath as her eyes flutter open. They’re dark and misty with sleep, and my erection swells to full mast. The scent of her soap and shampoo wafts beneath my nostrils, driving my lust higher. I’m unsure who is in more danger at this moment, Quinn or me.
“Hey,” she whispers in a husky voice that sends shivers up my spine and down through my legs. “Sorry… I fell asleep. What time is it?”
“Almost nine. Sorry I’m late. I may owe you overtime,” I reply with a smile. “I hope Rose wasn’t any trouble?”
“Oh no,” she says, waving a hand and returning a sleepy grin. “She’s an angel. But I should get going.”
I stand and offer her a hand up, grateful for the dim light so that my aroused condition won’t be so obvious. She accepts it, but as I pull her upright, the DVD player slips off the edge of the sofa and lands on her foot.
“Ow…” she swears. I catch her in my arms as she lurches forward and falls against my chest. “Sorry… still asleep. Damn. Hope it isn’t broken.”
“Your foot?” I say, holding her close, reveling in the warmth of her body pressed to mine.
“No, the DVD player,” she says with a soft laugh.
“I’ll buy you a new one if it is,” I say, my hand stroking her back seemingly of its own volition. My stiff cock is pressing into her flesh, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, her face tilts upward, her eyes, nose and luscious full lips outlined in the soft shadows thrown from the lamp. Her gaze is soft and needful, and I cup her chin in the V between my thumb and forefinger, pinning her pretty visage in position. Before I know it, my lips are crushing down on hers, my tongue parting them and thrusting past her teeth to explore and devour.
Her arms snake around my neck, and to mine and my ever-growing arousal’s satisfaction, she responds to my invasion with equal heat. Her tongue intertwines with mine, both seeking and inviting me deeper, and it’s an invitation I can’t refuse. My rationalizations of earlier are shot to hell, and in a blaze of blind excitement my fingers are popping the button on her waistband and pulling the zipper.
Quinn’s moans are trapped in her throat as our lips continue to explore, but she doesn’t resist as I slide her denim shorts down over her hips to land in a heap around her ankles. My hand slips between her hot thighs to stroke the material of her panties that are already wet with arousal. Her scent fills my senses, and I’m gone.
Long gone.
In a flash my own pants are unzipped, my cock exposed and I’m lowering her onto the sofa, gripping one of her sexy thighs in one hand so that I land in the sweet cradle between her legs. My throbbing dick rubs against her soaked panties, and my
hands are full of her ample, gorgeous tits, testing their ripeness like grapefruits at a market. I’ve denied myself any female contact for so long that my body is in mutiny against my brain, unheeding and unstoppable.
I pull up her shirt and pop the convenient front closure of her lacy bra, releasing her delicious heaving breasts which tumble out, unfettered, into my needy grasp.
“Quinn,” I murmur as I move to lick and suck at her nipples that have turned to stiff spikes of flesh under my ministrations.
“Oh, Logan,” I hear her voice respond, quivering with emotion. Her legs are spread and encircling me as I continue ravaging her lovely tits, nipping and plucking the nipples with my teeth. I pulse against her wet pussy with my hips, the thin layer of her silky underwear the only barrier between us. I tear myself away from her only to do away with this last obstacle, rising up to grip the flimsy material and pull it away.
I gaze down at the incredible sight before me—Quinn’s tight, youthful pussy spread out in full female glory and her chest heaving up and down with each excited breath. Her eyes are dark and pleading, and her arms rest languidly over her head, surrendering to me completely. Her long hair is spread in a golden swath across the couch pillows, and my imprisoned brain rallies one last desperate appeal to my senses. I reach into my pocket for my wallet and the long-forgotten condom that still hides there; God knows why I even kept it all this time.
As I rip the package open, Quinn sucks in a sudden, frightened breath. I look up to see her biting her kiss-bruised lower lip in an unspoken question.
“I won’t hurt you,” I say, my lust-hoarsened voice cutting through the tense air. “I want you—I’ll be gentle. If you don’t want this, just say. No means no.”
“I do want this...” she whispers, taking hold of my wrists. “But… I need to tell you… I’ve never done this before. It’s my first time…”
My thoughts freeze, even as my body still rages with desire for this incredible nymph. This beautiful young goddess. First time? What college student could still claim that in this day and age? I may be on fire for her, but do I burn enough to take this crucial, irreversible step? Take her virginity… her innocence? I swallow back the lump of future regret already forming in my throat.
“I’m glad you told me,” I say, pulling out of her grip. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Don’t you want me?” she pleads, her eyes pooling with tears. “Please… I’m twenty-two… I know what I’m doing. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. I want this… with you. No one else.”
I can’t resist her pleas any better than I can resist her luscious—and untouched—body. “Oh Quinn, I want you more than anything right now. But you have to be sure. What we do can’t be undone.”
She nods. “I know. I understand. I want you, too. Please. Just this one time. Don’t leave me like this.”
My heart is swelling to the same proportions as my aching, neglected cock. She’s offering me a gift that’s precious and rare and can’t be returned. I can either accept it with grace and appreciation or reject it with some thin notion of arrogance and propriety and by that token reject her. I can’t do that. I won’t.
“I won’t,” I say with a slow shake of my head. I roll the lubed latex over my impatient member and lean over her once again, placing my sheathed tip at her entrance. I feel her legs shaking as they enclose me, and I know she’s nervous in spite of her consent. I kiss her again, a soft, caring kiss to let her know she’s safe with me. “I’ve got you. Don’t be afraid. I’ll take care of you, Quinn.”
I feel sweet pressure as I push forward and breach her outer lips. Quinn sucks in a deep breath, and her lovely eyes go wide like a deer’s. Forgive me my sweet little Bambi. I know it must hurt a little, and I’m not a small man.
“Easy… just relax,” I whisper, penetrating her with a calm, steady advance, adoring every inch of her slick inner walls as they gradually expand and accept me. God, she’s tight as a gun barrel in her sleek untried youth and I’m nearly losing my mind with the pleasure of it.
I sense her relax. The worst is over, and now I intend to show her the best. I work into a steady rhythm, withdrawing and thrusting forward again, building the intensity and the pace. She’s panting like a wild animal, her rapid breaths raising my own excitement level. I’m balls deep inside of her, filling her to the hilt and delivering a healthy bump to her budding clitoris with each stroke. I’m close, dangerously close, but I want to make her come first, give her the ultimate pleasure. A virgin deserves that.
Her breaths become haunting little cries, calling out in sync with my thrusts and escalating into moans of wantonness. I worry that we’ll wake Rose, but I won’t stop now. I’m on the edge when she calls my name aloud, and I feel her walls convulsing around my hardness in little pulses of release.
“Logan! Oh, God… Logan!”
I’m undone at the desperation in her voice, and I let everything go, coming with the force of a hurricane inside this little virgin prize named Quinn. My cock pumps with abandon until I’m weakened and spent, and I collapse gratefully against her. My God, I haven’t felt this satisfied with a woman in a long time. If ever.
The sweetness of this virgin conquest is heart-wrenching in its intensity, and I don’t think I can ever stop at “just one time.” My greedy cock and I both know we will want this over and over again, and the price of my careless passion may be steep. But at this moment, I will gladly pay it.
Chapter Seven
Quinn
Something’s Gotta Give
It’s the third time this week I’ve told my father I’ll be babysitting Rose, and I hope he’s buying it.
“He has a business to run, Dad,” I explained when he commented on how frequently I’d been called over to watch the neighbor’s little girl. “He has to meet with clients and attend meetings in the evenings.”
He accepted my story but not without grumbling that a single father should spend more time with his child. I reminded him that he wasn’t around much either when I was Rose’s age—we became close mostly after Mom passed away. He apologized and hasn’t questioned me since. I hate lying to my dad, but it’s the only way to spend time at Logan’s without arousing suspicion.
Since that night we made love on his couch almost a month ago, we’ve been seeing each other in secret nearly every day. I can’t get enough of him; he’s sexy and experienced and is teaching me all sorts of things that I’d never learn in a classroom at ASU. I never knew there were so many ways to have sex—missionary and doggie and cowgirl; all of these were new to me, and each one more exciting than the last. I especially liked cowgirl, and sometimes even reverse cowgirl, but I prefer to see his handsome face while I do it. He pretends we’re in a rodeo and slaps my butt as I ride him hard, my tits bouncing up and down, and I love it. I’m getting wet between my legs just thinking about it.
I gather a few textbooks and things in my backpack to make it look official before heading next door. I hear voices outside, and I look out the window to see Logan and my dad talking to each other over the fence between our yards. Shit. This is not good. The more they talk, the more likely something will slip out, and Logan and I will be found out. The thought of Dad knowing that I was having sex with a man his own age terrifies me. I don’t want to hurt him; I’m all he has left since my mother died. I move closer to the window to hear what they’re saying.
“Yeah, just spread some fall fertilizer over the lawn before November hits, and you’ll be surprised how green it’ll pop up come spring,” my dad says.
“I’ll do that. Thanks for the tip,” Logan replies. I breathe a sigh of relief that the conversation is only about gardening.
I hurry downstairs and out the front door. Logan’s promised to show me how to perform the perfect blow job tonight, and I don’t want to miss the lesson. I ring the doorbell a few times, so he can hear it from the backyard and have an excuse to cut the chit chat with Frederick VanderKemp short.
“Hi,” Logan says as he
opens the front door.
“Hi,” I say with a smile, and he pulls me across the threshold into his arms. He closes the door again and shoves me up against it as he kisses me, hard. I have trouble catching my breath with his arduous onslaught.
“Thank God you’re here at last,” he growls, breaking our kiss. “I’ve been hard all day just thinking about you.”
“Have you?” I tease. “You looked more interested in getting gardening tips a minute ago.”
“Frederick’s a good guy. I can see where you get your smarts from, little Miss Masters.”
“Where’s Rose?” I ask, looking past him for that little brunette fireball.
Logan flashes a wide grin. “I thought maybe we could use a change of scenery. Rose has gone to stay with her grandma tonight. Give us some time to be alone.” He winks.
I smile back, a little disappointed not to see Rose, but wickedly pleased he’s planned this time alone for us. “I like alone time with you,” I say, reaching down to rub his crotch. I can feel his hard cock through his jeans, and a little groan leaves his lips. “What shall we do first?”
“Mmm, slow down, cowgirl. We’re going out.”
“Out?” I say in surprise. “But you promised to instruct me in something special tonight.”
“I will,” he answers, lifting my hand from his groin and kissing my knuckles. “But wait til we get there, first.”
We get into his truck and drive a few minutes into Glendale, and pull into the entrance of the Glendale 9 Drive-in. I haven’t been to a drive-in movie since I was a kid, and I start to laugh at his choice of venue.
“We can watch movies at home,” I say.
Logan smiles. “Not like this.”
I shrug and go along with it. After paying the admission, we drive to the far end of the rows, away from the majority of the other cars in the lot. “Hmm, not such a good view from here.”
“Oh, the view is going to be just fine, I assure you. You didn’t think we were actually going to watch a movie, did you?”