by Cindy Wilder
“Fuck, Brad,” I cried. “Oh, Brad.”
My body moved beneath his mouth, as I rode out the most intense orgasm. He continued to lick and touch me until my body relaxed onto the bed. When he pulled back, I could see my juices glistening on his face. His tongue shot out and licked around his mouth, as he moved up the bed over me.
“Better than I ever imagined,” he said.
My body was so relaxed, and a smile spread across my face. I yawned and stretched my arms. He laughed as he hovered over me. I felt him reach over to grab something before I heard the rip of the package. He sat back, and I watched as he rolled the condom down his hard shaft. When he leaned forward and kissed me, I tasted myself on his lips. His knee went between my legs and moved them apart. I felt his cock at my entrance and moved to rub against it. He held my face between his hands and kissed me again, as I felt him slowly enter me.
“Fuck,” he moaned into my mouth. “You're so fucking tight.”
He moved into me deeper and stopped. Before he could say a word, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and thrust my hips forward forcing him to move through the barrier. I let out a tiny noise and clenched my eyes closed for a second. He stopped and looked down at me. I nodded for him to continue and tightened my grip on his waist. He deepened our kiss and moved slowly out and back into me. I wrapped my arms around him and moved my hips in time with his. It felt so good, and I felt my body building up again. He put his hands on the bed and hovered over me as he continued to move inside of me. I looked down to see his chest tighten and release as he fucked me. He began to thrust into me harder and deeper, and I felt my orgasm building high. I couldn't believe I was about to have another one. My grip on his back tightened, my back arched, my head fell back, and my eyes closed.
“Open your eyes,” he said. “I want to look into them when you come around my cock, baby. It feels so good to be inside of you. You feel fucking amazing. I want to feel your sweet pussy tighten around me.”
He continued to pump into me.
“Oh, Brad,” I moaned. “It feels so good. So much better than my dreams. Harder, please.”
He grabbed my hands and held them above my head on the bed as he slammed into me. Each time he reached deep inside of me, our bodies moved up the bed. I cried out over and over and couldn't understand what I was saying. When my back arched again, I could feel him so deep inside of me. My hips met his with each thrust, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
“Oh, baby,” he moaned. “So fucking good. I love the way I feel inside of you. You're so fucking perfect. Fuck, Tara. Come, baby.”
He thrust into me hard and deep, and I yelled his name as I came.
“Brad,” I cried out. “Oh, Brad. So good.”
I felt my pussy tighten and release around his cock. My orgasm shot through every inch of my body. I held him tight and felt a tear slip from the corner of my eye. He pumped into me again, and stilled as he found his own release. It felt amazing to feel him come inside of me. His body went down on top of mine. I could feel his heart beating hard against my chest. We were both breathing heavy, as I wrapped my arms around him and soaked up the amazing feeling I felt with our bodies together. Neither of us spoke as we waited for our breathing to return to normal.
I winced when he pulled slowly out of me. He threw on some boxers and left the room. When he came back, he told me to open my legs and wiped me gently with a warm washcloth. He threw the washcloth onto a towel on the floor. I felt exhausted.
“Get under the sheets, baby,” he said.
I moved the sheets from under my body and pulled back. He crawled in bed next to me and pulled the sheets around us. I lifted my head so he could put his arm behind me. He pulled me into his chest and held me tight. I put my head against his shoulder, covered his chest with my arm, and brought one of my legs around his.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Perfect,” I answered.
“Why didn't you tell me?” he asked.
“I didn't know what you would think. I never thought you liked me in that way. I knew how I felt, but I wasn't sure you felt the same. You've been such a great friend to me, and I didn't want to ruin that. I'm sure you've had experience, and I didn't want you to think there was something wrong with me.”
He leaned in and kissed my forehead and pulled me even closer.
“I would never think there was something wrong with you. I'm not like that. I've cared about you and wanted to be with you. I didn't want you to do anything you didn't want to. You're an amazing and special woman. I didn't want to lose you. I can't believe you wanted me to be your first.”
“You're the most amazing man I have ever met. You are so sexy and smell amazing,” I said with a laugh. “You are so sweet and caring. You're the one getting me through biology with an A. There's no reason for you to do that. You are brilliant, and I know you're going to make an amazing doctor. You're the first person to ever take the time to care what was going on with me. As much as I tried not to have feelings for you, I couldn't stop it. You make me feel special and wanted. It wasn't something I thought about. I wanted to be with you so badly. It was perfect. Thank you for being who you are.”
“Was that your only first today?” he asked.
I could tell he wasn't sure how to ask the question.
“It was the first time any of that has ever happened. Today was full of firsts for me. I wouldn't change it for anything. It's kind of cool. The date doesn't have to have such a sad meaning for me anymore. Now it can have happy memories too.”
I ran my fingers over his chest over and over as I drifted off to sleep.
The next month flew by. Brad worked and helped me study. We spent the weekends at his apartment. I didn't have a car, so I stayed in my room during the week. Slowly, I began to get a little closer to things we had to dissect. I even touched them and helped him cut them. He was excited the first time I did it. I got and A on my test and paper. The final exam was the final key to me getting an A in the class.
We spent every moment we could together, and I had never been happier. He made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. I had no idea how I was going to go through summer without him right there with me. We decided that we were going to drive to see each other at least once a week. He knew that he was going to help his mom a lot around the house, and he already had a job lined up. I planned on getting a job as well. We were going to make it happen. I wasn't sure how my dad would feel about him being around the apartment, and he didn't seem to excited for me to go to his house. I wasn't sure why and hoped he wasn't embarrassed of me. We knew we wouldn't be able to sleep in each other's arms at night. I couldn't wait to get back to school with him. Would things be the same, or would he get tired of being around me, I wondered?
He studied with me for our final for hours. We both had a lot to study for, so we didn't get to see as much as we would have liked of each other the last couple of weeks of school. I was so nervous about all of my finals. They could drop each of my grades if I didn't crush them. When they were finally over for me, I felt my body relax. I knew Brad still had more to take.
My dad was picking me up the following morning to go home. Brad was going to have to stay an extra day for the last of his finals and work. I soaked up every moment with him that last night. Who knew when we were going to have that kind of time together again.
We woke up wrapped in each other's arms with our legs tangled together. I was going to miss falling asleep in his arms. We got dressed and ready for the day. He turned his computer on so we could see if our biology grades were posted yet. There was no question that he got an A. It was all about my grade. I logged onto the site, and my eyes widened in surprise. I jumped up from his chair and wrapped my arms around him.
“We did it,” I yelled, as I kissed him. “I got an A. It's all because of you. Thank you so much, babe. You have no idea. Thank you.”
Brad drove me back to my dorm. I cried when I hugged him goodbye and wished him luck on hi
s finals. He wiped my tears and promised he would see me the following week. It was so hard to watch him drive away.
My dad pulled up five minutes after Brad left. I was glad he hadn't come earlier. Brad didn't need fifty questions before taking a final exam. We had everything carried out to the car and were on the road within the hour. The drive was quiet. I thought about Brad, and my dad didn't seem his usual self. I hadn't seen him since Christmas break. Something was up, but I wasn't sure what it could be. When he finally spoke, I have to admit that I was extremely shocked.
“There's something I need to tell you, Tara. I have no idea how to do it.”
“Just be honest, dad. That's all that matters to me. You can tell me anything.”
He pulled off the highway into a fast food parking lot and parked the car. When he looked over at me, I could see how worried he was.
“Is everything okay with you?” I asked.
“I'm fine,” he said. “You know the friend I told you about last month?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I love her very much. We met just after you went back to school from the holiday. She's an amazing woman and treats me really good. I've told her all about your mom. She did go with me that day to see her. I moved in with her two weeks ago. She has a house and three boys. Their older like you are. It was easier to move there than have her move into the apartment. I've only met one of the boys. One will be home tomorrow. The third doesn't come around much, and I haven't seen him. I still have the apartment. I told her I wouldn't give it up until I talked to you. She can't wait to meet you. I want to marry her before you go back to school. I don't want you to get upset. I didn't want to put any stress on you while you were at school. It wasn't until this month that I knew I wanted to marry her. You're my baby girl, and you always will be. I need to know you're okay with this before I do it. All I want you to do is give her a chance. You'll have a bedroom at the house. It's already set up with furniture. The rest of your things are still in the apartment. I needed to talk to you before I moved anything.”
I could see his hands shaking and needed to reassure him. It felt awful watching him suffer through the conversation.
“It's fine,” I began. “I'm not upset with you. I want you to be happy. You can't be alone forever. You gave up so many years to take care of me. I'm a grown adult now. You deserve to be happy. It makes me feel so good to know you haven't been alone. I'll meet her. I hope she's good to you. You deserve the best. You could have told me.”
“I knew what was coming and knew you were going to be alone that day. I didn't want to make things even worse. It was bad enough that I wasn't there for you.”
“Neither of us were alone that day. It turned out to be just fine. I had a hard time, but my friend made me get out of bed and move along with the day. He never left my side for a moment,” I said. “You can tell me anything. Please don't keep things from me. I can't wait to meet her.”
“This friend of yours,” he said. “Is he still your friend?”
“We're talking about your friend not mine, dad,” I said.
“Will you stay at the house and give it a chance?” he asked.
“If that's what you want,” I said. “I just got home. I don't want to be away from you.”
I could see the relief on his face. He pulled back onto the freeway with a smile and talked the entire way back. I pulled out my phone to text Brad about his test.
Me: How did your test go?
Brad: It went really well. Did you doubt me? Was your dad happy to see you? It's strange without you here. I'm on my way to work. Last day until August.
Me: I'm glad the exam went as expected. He was happy. I missed him, but now I miss you. I can still smell you on my shirt. You're not going to believe the bomb he dropped on me on the way home. I'll tell you about it later. I have to tell you, I took the t-shirt you were wearing last night with me. Is that creepy? Hope you can manage without it?
Brad: I can't imagine what your dad had to say. I bet he missed you. I know I do. I think it's adorable that you took my shirt. I'll be fine without it. I have to get to work. I may only have to work for an hour. If so, I might head home tonight. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Enjoy some time with your dad.
Me: Drive safe.
When we pulled up to a nice two-story home, I was pleasantly surprised.
“She has a nice house. What does she do?” I asked.
“She has two jobs. One of her sons has helped her a lot. I'm looking forward to meeting him. He's the one that's kept the house so nice, but he's been away at college. She's as excited to have him back and I am to see you. We want to get married in the next few weeks. It will just be something small in the yard with a barbecue. Neither of us wants to go through a big wedding. I hope you like her. I really want the two of you to get along.”
We walked into the house, and I looked around. It looked nice and seemed comfortable and lived in. My dad took me up the stairs to show me where my room would be. It was bigger than my room at the apartment. There was a huge window that let in the beautiful sunlight. My bed was bigger than the one I had. It was a queen. I just had a twin at the apartment. There was a small stand next to the bed and a large dresser against the wall. The bedding had bright colors.
“Jen picked out the bedding. I told her you liked things bright. I hope you like it.”
“I love it, dad,” I said. “Stop being so nervous. Everything will be fine as long as she treats you good. If not, then I'll have to kick some ass.”
“I hope that won't be necessary,” I heard a quiet voice say from the doorway.
I covered my mouth and turned around to see a very pretty woman with long dark hair standing a few feet away. She looked younger than I would have thought. I guess my dad wasn't as old as he seemed.
“I swear I didn't mean that. My dad was joking around with me a few weeks ago about having to kick the ass of a friend of mine. I promise it was a joke. I didn't know you were standing there. I'm Tara.”
I held my hand out to her, and she burst into laughter.
“I'm Jen,” she said. “I hope the room's okay. If not, blame your dad. He told me what you liked. I wouldn't expect any less than you to protect your father. He's had so many good things to say about you. I can tell the two of you are very close. Please don't think that I would ever stand in the way of that. I've got three boys. They are all very different, but I wouldn't trade a single one of them in for anything in the world. Family is very important to me. If any of my boys says one wrong thing to you, you let me know. I'll smack them in the back of the head a good one. They've been raised to respect women. Anything less will get them the ass kicking.”
I laughed when she said that. She already seemed like an awesome woman.
“I've never had many girls around the house. I'm looking forward to having someone on my side for a change,” she said.
I reached out and pulled her into a hug.
“I like you already,” I said. “The only thing I want is for my dad to be happy. If you're good to him, then I'm happy for the two of you. Everyone deserves to have love.”
We laughed and joked around for a couple of hours. She made tacos for the three of us for dinner. They were delicious.
“I hope you don't mind tacos,” Jen said. “It was fast and easy.”
“After what I've eaten for the last nine months, these tacos taste like a gourmet meal. Most of what I've eaten was made in the microwave. I did have an amazing Chinese meal last month. It was the day my friend forced me to get out of bed.”
“Oh yeah,” my dad said. “She has a friend and won't tell me anything about him. Maybe you can get it out of her. He's the ass I'm going to whip if he touches my baby girl.”
“Maybe you can explain to my dad that I'm a woman. There's going to be a boy touching me at some point in my life.”
Jen was laughing so hard that I thought she was going to lose it.
“That's not necessary,” my dad said. “You can live here forever.�
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I looked up at him with the most serious face and looked over at Jen.
“See,” I said. “Help.”
We all started laughing. Our conversation seemed to flow naturally. I really did like her. She was definitely in love with my dad. The way they hugged and kissed was so sweet. I noticed them giving each other little touches any chance they had. It really was adorable, but it made me miss Brad.
“I think I'm going to go to bed, if you don't mind. I'm really tired,” I said.
“I'm sure it was all the studying you've been doing and nothing to do with your friend,” my dad said sternly.
“The studying, dad,” I said with a nod. “That's exactly what it was.”
I walked over and gave him a big hug.
“I've missed you,” I said as I kissed his cheek.
“I missed you too, baby girl.”
Jen reached up and hugged me as well.
“Let me know if you need anything. You share a bathroom with the boys, but they shouldn't bother you. If they leave a mess or something, just let me know. You'll meet two of them tomorrow. Our room's downstairs,” she said, as she pointed to my dad and then back to her. “I moved down here when the boys got to old and started arguing about girls.”
She had a huge smile on her face. I could tell that her boys were very important to her. They were lucky to have a mother who loved them.
“Thank you for being so nice and treating me like I belong here,” I said.
“You're one of the family, whether you like it or not. You're stuck with us.”
I laughed as I walked up the stairs to my room. Once I had my shorts and tank-top on, I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes. The bed was so much more comfortable than the one I had at school. It was even better than Brad's bed. I drifted off within minutes.