by Blythe Reid
I started fucking her, pumping my dick in and out of her and she cried out. I was able to go deeper, harder, with her swinging back and forth. The rhythm built a momentum, and it was harder and faster than I had been able to do with her so far. She screamed, and I was glad that Beth was visiting a friend. Even if we had been able to do it without her knowing, if she heard this, she would be able to guess.
Isobel cried out, her breath coming in quick gasps. Her tits rocked back and forth as I fucked her.
“Alec,” she gasped. “It’s too much.”
I stopped the moment she said it to me. I didn’t want it to be too much.
I helped her get out of the swing, archiving the other things I wanted to do to her for later. I took her to the bed, laid her down and crawled over her. She was breathing hard, her eyes glazed over.
“You alright?” I asked.
She nodded, swallowing. She pulled me closer to her. I took it as a sign to carry on. I was glad; I wasn’t done with her yet.
I placed myself at her entrance again, pushing in. She gasped when I did. I didn’t think I would ever get used to this. Pushing into her was a kind of ecstasy that I hadn’t felt in a very long time. Being with Isobel was like coming home. I knew we needed a condom, but I wanted to feel her skin against mine, to fuck her like lovers that wore each other’s rings did. It was stupid, and yet all sense of reason was gone for me.
I slid in and out of her with slow strokes, loving her, enjoying the feel of her body tight all around me. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and she was transported to another world. Her body was soft and perfect beneath me, her tits against my chest with her nipples hard.
I started going faster, fucking her. She orgasmed, convulsing beneath me, clamping down around my cock.
When she was done, I pulled out. I wanted to take her from behind. I wanted to watch her glorious ass as I fucked her.
She turned around as if she knew what I wanted and I pushed into her again. I started pounding into her, and she cried out, moaning louder and louder as I pushed her closer to the edge of yet another orgasm. I was getting close, too. My balls tightened, and my orgasm was like fire in my loins. When I released inside of her, emptying myself in her pussy while she orgasmed again and the way her body contracted and released sucked every last bit of come out of me. It was fucking hot.
When it was over, I pulled back, and we collapsed on the bed next to each other, breathing hard. It was easily the best sex I’d ever had, and it wasn’t because of the sex swing. It was because Isobel cared for me.
15
Isobel
Alec and I had to go to Dean Harry Nicholson’s office for a meeting. He was conducting an investigation into the allegations about Alec having an affair with a student, and the best way was to bring our side of the story. Alec and I had discussed this and decided that it would be the best idea to come forward. Not with everything, of course, but enough to smooth things over.
Alec was confident that they would be able to sort it out, but I wasn’t so sure. He kept saying he had a good reputation to fall back on, but I was scared that that was exactly what he would lose.
I hadn’t been in Dean Nicholson’s office before, but the moment we walked in, I hated the place. The walls were painted a dirty beige like Nicholson had spent his whole life smoking in the office. He didn’t smoke; it was just the color palette. A hideous brown carpet stretched from wall to wall, and there was nothing in the office that made it look like someone spent all his time in here.
“So,” Nicholson said, “how are we going to deal with this?”
I wasn’t sure if this was a way to get us to come clean, or if he honestly wanted to know as if we could make it better ourselves. I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He wasn’t a warm man, but I didn’t get the idea that he was out to get us suspended.
“I think I have the answer to that,” I said. “I want to start taking classes online.”
Dean Nicholson frowned. “Are you sure? That might affect your grades, Miss Daughtry.”
I nodded. “I’m sure,” I said. “I don’t want something silly like this to mess up Professor Hutson’s career. It really is such a silly thing.”
“Enlighten me, Miss Daughtry,” Nicholson said, interlinking his fingers behind his head. His body language was casual, a sign that this wasn’t as serious, yet. It didn’t set me at ease in the slightest, I would still be on my guard.
“To be honest, Sir, I had some dumb school girl fantasy. I was the one who kissed him the other day, and it was all we ever shared together.” I looked Dean Nicholson in the eye, not wavering for a second. There was no way I was letting Alec go under for something like this. I felt him look at me, his eyes boring into me, but I wasn’t going to exchange glances with him. I needed Dean Nicholson to believe me.
Dean Nicholson looked at me for a long time, turning everything over in his mind. He was making a decision. I could hear my blood rush in my ears, hear the second-hand ticking in the clock against the wall. I was nervous. Dean Nicholson’s face gave nothing away, and I didn’t know which way he was leaning.
“Alright, Miss Daughtry,” he said. “I can see how this could have been blown out of proportion. If that is what happened, and your decision is to take classes online, I don’t see how we can’t forget about the whole thing. You are, as it were, removing yourself from the equation.”
I nodded. He believed the story. It was all I wanted.
“And you, Alec,” Dean Nicholson said, “I don’t want to hear of anything like this again. You have a sterling reputation here at UCLA; I would like to see you carry on with it.”
Alex nodded. “Absolutely, Dean. You can count on me.”
We were dismissed, and we got up, leaving the office in silence. We didn’t speak to each other at all. We had agreed not to be seen together at all. We had just dodged a bullet and there was no reason to tempt fate. I left the campus and drove to the beach. Alec and I had agreed to meet there.
Ten minutes later, he arrived, too. He parked next to my car and walked to where I was waiting for him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, to hug him, to kiss him. It had worked, we had pulled it off. Before I could throw myself at Alec, I noticed his face was troubled.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Alec shook his head. “I can’t do this.”
“Do what?” I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.
“This all feels wrong. You are being compromised even though we were both wrong.”
“But we can be together now,” I said. “I did this for you.”
Alec shook his head again. “I don’t want to be the one that did this to you.”
I was getting angry. We had agreed on this. He hadn’t mentioned anything about this before the meeting.
“Everything was fine before the meeting. Everything was fine in the meeting. Why are you having second thoughts about it all of a sudden?”
“Because on the drive here, I realized what you have just done for me. I can’t let you do something like this. If I go and speak to Dean Nicholson, maybe we can change what has happened. There is still time.”
I groaned. “You are impossible,” I said. “Why can’t you just accept that I wanted to do this for you? Are you so used to being alone that when someone is there for you, you don’t understand?”
Alec was angry now, too. “That’s not fair. You’re allowed to do something for me, but when it’s the other way around, you feel rejected?”
I shook my head. This was going the wrong direction. A moment ago, we had the world at our feet, and now Alec was stepping all over it.
“I’m just saying, I’m uncomfortable with this,” Alex said.
“Well, I’m just saying that I can’t let you walk away.
“But, I have to.”
“Alec, I love you, dammit!”
My outburst shocked us both. Neither of us had expected that confession. I had felt this way about it for a while now, but I hadn’t want
ed to admit it to him or to myself. It was out there, now.
“What?”
I took a deep breath. “I love you,” I said again.
16
Alec
I was stunned. I had known that I felt something for her, but I hadn’t wanted to push Isobel into something that she wasn’t ready for. She was so much younger than I was, she had so much of her life before her. It would have been unfair of me to expect her to step into a relationship with a thirteen-year-old daughter. Still, when she told me she loved me, everything fell into place. Everything we had been through, everything we had agreed, suddenly felt right.
“Say something,” Isobel said when I was silent for a while. “I had just thrown my soul out there for you, and you are looking at me without saying anything.”
I swallowed hard. “It’s because no matter what you do, you always seem to surprise me,” I said. “I love you too, Isobel.”
She blinked as if she hadn’t expected to hear me say it back. There was no other way around it, though. I loved her. It hadn’t been very long, but I hadn’t waited a very long time before I had told Liz, either. When I knew, I knew.
And I knew.
“What now?” She asked as if she was suddenly unsure what to do now.
“Now, you come home with me,” I said. I took her hand and led her to the car. I opened the door for her and let her get in. When I walked to my car, I looked over my shoulder. She sat in the car, waiting for me. She followed me home.
When we arrived at my house, there was no time for talking. I grabbed Isobel and kissed her. We made our way into the house, kissing, groping. I pulled off her clothes in bits and pieces, dropping them in a trail to the bedroom. She did the same for me. By the time we reached my bed, we were both completely naked.
We collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, and she got on top of me. She straddled my hips, body hovering over my hard cock. She kissed me, her tongue in my mouth, her hands in my hair. When she sat down on me, her pussy on my cock, she slid her slit up and down my shaft, not letting me into her. It was absolute torture. She was teasing me, and I didn’t know what to do with myself until I couldn’t hold back.
With a growl I sat up, grabbing her and flipping her around so that I was on top. She yelped, looking at me with dilated pupils, face full of lust. I kissed her, pinning her to the bed. My hands were on her wrists, holding them above her head. I stretched the length of my body along hers, pushing myself between her legs. She was so wet for me already. When I pushed into her, she moaned long and low. I slid in all the way to the hilt before I pulled back and started fucking her.
I would have loved to draw it out, but the emotions of the day heightened my senses. Her confession had turned me on as much as it had made me happy. I couldn’t hold back very long. I pushed myself into her as deep as I could go and released inside of her. My orgasm kickstarted hers, and she convulsed around me, spasming. Her body curled around mine and she gasped and moaned in my ear. The orgasms lasted forever. It felt like we rolled from one wave of pleasure to another. Finally, when the orgasm subsided, and it was just the two of us, lying in a puddle of sweat on my bed, Isobel smiled at me.
“I love you,” she said, again. I didn’t think I would ever get tired of hearing it.
“I love you, too,” I said.
Slowly, I slid out of her. She gasped, and I lay down next to her on the bed, pulling her body against mine. I held her, spooning her, relishing in the fact that she was mine.
“Thank you,” I said.
“For what,” she said, smiling over her shoulder at me “for the sex? There’s more where that came from.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “No, for chasing me down. I was ready to walk away, but that would have been the biggest mistake of my life.”
Isobel smiled and turned her head back to the front. Her black hair was against my cheek, soft like silk.
“What about Beth?” Isobel asked. “How are we going to deal with this?”
I understood what she was asking. Until now, Beth hadn’t exactly been accommodating. But things have been changing. I didn’t know why, but somehow, Beth had come to care for Isobel.
“I don’t think that will be a problem,” I said, stroking her hair. “I sat down with her the other day, telling her that you and I would probably not get through this. I told her that we wouldn’t be seeing you again. She started crying.”
Isobel turned into me again. “Really?” She asked.
I nodded. “Something tells me that she won’t object to us being together so much, this time.”
Isobel was still smiling when she turned her head away from me again, closing her eyes. She sighed. I knew exactly how she felt. Everything was okay again, everything was working out. I still had my career, Isobel had compromised for me, and the two women that meant the most to me were getting along. Yes, we would still come across obstacles, but we could get through them, together. Right now, all I wanted to focus on was my relationship with Isobel and my relationship with Beth.
Everything was perfect.
Epilogue
Isobel
One Year Later
Alec, Beth and I, were out to dinner together. In the past year, we had grown together as a family and not just a couple dating with a thirteen-year-old daughter living with us. There was no way we would have been able to do that, anyway. Alec is a very dedicated dad, and I was young enough to be friends with Beth in a way that an older woman might not have been able to be.
Sometimes, there were obstacles, but we managed to get through them. It was all a learning curve for me. Stepping into a family with a teenager wasn’t always easy, but my love for the two of them always got me through.
“To Beth,” Alex said, lifting his champagne glass. We were celebrating her graduation. She was going to high school now.
“Absolutely,” I said. “We’re so proud of you, honey.”
Beth was beaming. There were days where she and I were on the same level. Sometimes, I felt like we were sisters. Other days, she was so difficult, acting out and challenging every authority. I was willing to bet that there were a lot more of those days to come. I wouldn’t have chosen a different life for the world.
“And, to you,” Alex said. “On your graduation, too.”
I had gotten my degree through online classes. It hadn’t been easy, but it had been worth the relationship I had with Alex. If I had to go back and do anything over again, I wouldn’t change a thing.
We had been dating for four months when Alec had asked me to move in with them. The three of us had sat down and discussed what it would be like. Alec and I hadn’t wanted to make a decision without the input. We had thought that Beth would be unhappy, somehow. We had had a rough start. But Beth had been overjoyed to know that I would be staying with them. Even though I was sharing Alex’s bed, she saw it as a constant sleepover.
Now, one year later, I felt like I had a place where I belonged.
“I have something for you,” I said halfway through dinner, “for both of you.” Alex looked at me, smiling. Beth lowered her fork.
My stomach twisted in a knot of nerves as I took an envelope from my handbag. I handed it to Alec, but Beth snatched it from me. I laughed.
Beth tore open the envelope and took out the card. The front had an embossed angel on it. When she opened it, a black photo fell out. Beth picked it up, frowning.
“What is this?” She asked. Alec leaned over to look. Beth realized what she was seeing about the same time Alec did.
“I’m going to be a sister!?” She squealed. I glanced at Alec. He had gone pale. I hadn’t told either of them; I hadn’t known how to break the news. I didn’t know if Alec would be upset, or happy. Instead, he stared at the picture in silence.
“Say something,” I said. I was getting more and more worried that he would be upset with me. If he didn’t want this baby, I wouldn’t know what to do. It wasn’t exactly planned.
Alex looked at me, and his eyes shimmer
ed. Was he crying? Almost looked like it. He reached into his pocket and produced a small velvet black box. It only took me a moment to realize what I was seeing.
“Oh, my God,” Beth breathed. So, this was a surprise to her, too.
“Yes,” I said before Alec could ask. He smiled and kissed me.
“Oh, gross guys, get a room,” Beth said, but she was grinning. “A sibling and a mother all in one night!” She cried.
Alec was as emotional as I was. He opened the little black box and took out the ring, sliding it onto my finger. It was beautiful, a golden ring with diamonds set with precision.
The rest of dinner went by smoothly. Beth was in high spirits, talking a mile a minute about babies and weddings and how we would arrange the house once the new bundle of joy arrived. She was excited to tell Marci, her best friend. Alec said very little. He sat next to me, clutching my hand, a silly grin on his face. I took it that he was happy about the baby. It was a relief. And us getting engaged? I hadn’t known that he was that serious about me. But I felt the same about him.
After dinner, we headed home. Beth asked if she could call Marci before bed. Alec and I agreed. We went to our room and heard Beth’s excited voice, muffled through the walls. We lay together in the dark, listening to her chatter away.
After a while, she hung up. We heard her move around, getting ready for bed, and then the house fell quiet.
“I love you,” Alec whispered to me.
“I love you, too,” I said.
He kissed me. I rolled against him, pressing my body against his. His hand slid down my back, cupping my ass for a moment before he pulled up my shirt. I helped him get it off before I did the same for him. Bit by bit, Alec and I undressed each other.