Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  She leans against the wall, types out the message, and washes her hands in the warm water. Her phone needs an update. All her friends have IM’ing from Facebook and the ability to go to different websites. And she’s over here with last decade’s dinky little phone. Then again, it’s cheaper and more durable. Who could ask for more?

  Mom’s response buzzes through, and Scottie solidifies the plans with her. Great. Tomorrow at twelve thirty. Now, Scottie has the opportunity to explain to her mother for the thousandth time that she’s old enough to take care of herself. Even if she does have an unfortunate penchant for relying on Fruity Pebbles for meals back at the dorm.

  “What’s up, buttercup?” Cassy asks as Scottie slides into the booth seat across from her.

  “Nothing.”

  “Took you a while in there.”

  “Dealing with mom-stuff. You know.” Scottie holds up her hands and sighs,

  “Yea.” Cassy sips a coffee. “How’s that going anyway?”

  Scottie thinks back to Donnie’s hands roaming, appreciating the curves of her body, his scalding mouth on her neck, the taste of his mouth on her tongue. “Pretty great,” she replies. “I mean, I guess. Mom’s just trying to make me move in with her. I’m totally not. Fuck that.”

  “I can’t blame you. I mean, you’ll be going back to college in a couple of months anyway. Why move your junk around twice like that?”

  “Yea. She just wants me under her thumb though.” A gentle nudge from Cassy’s foot surprises Scottie. She jumps, then glares at Cassy. “Are you playing footsie with me or some weird shit?”

  “No?” She looks disgustingly innocent. And Scottie wants to believe her. But Scottie can feel Cassy’s eyes on her. “Cassy, is there something you need to talk to me about?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Don’t play dumb with me, Cass. I know you better than that. You’re a terrible fucking liar,” Scottie almost laughs as she sips her Cherry Coke through a straw.

  Cassy doesn’t reply, but her cheeks flower with a red flush of blood. Her eyes move from Scottie’s face to the shining, wooden surface of the table. And Scottie knows that she’s hit a raw nerve. Her bestie, her BFF, has feelings for her.

  “Can I take your order, ladies?” asks a waitress, notepad and pen in hand.

  “Yea,” Scottie says. “I’ll have an order of loaded fries with ranch dressing for the dip.”

  “Just some eggs and bacon, please,” Cassy says softly, the delicate bones of her collarbone folding inward. Scottie recognizes this. She’s trying to make herself disappear. Cassy’s always been a thin girl, but whenever she slumps over and speaks softly, she seems so fragile. Like she’ll blow away with the wind.

  “Alright. I’ll have your order right up,” the waitress says cheerfully.

  “And we’re on one check, please,” Scottie adds just before she walks away. Cassy lifts her eyes from the table, staring at Scottie in wonder. “I’m not saying anything. I’m just saying I’m not knocking it until I try it. Don’t take it too seriously.” Scottie winks at her friend.

  Cassy reaches over, placing her hand on Scottie’s. The familiarly pleasant warmth returns, and Scottie wonders if maybe, just maybe, Cassy could melt her wild heart. “Couldn’t fool you if I tried, huh?” Cassy says, a sheepish grin on her face.

  “Your attempts at flirting are kind of obvious, Cass. I’m pretty sure even a fish would recognize that you’re flirting.” Scottie leans back in her booth and removes her purse from the table as the waitress brings their drinks and food. The two scarf down their meal as though they hadn’t eaten in about a week. During the silence of this moment, Scottie’s mind begins to wander. It wanders into visions of sweaty, summer nights and sticky, feverish mornings.

  She imagines the visual of Donnie’s body on top of her, but that image shrinks and morphs into Cassy’s body. Scottie’s seen Cassy naked before, as many best friends have. They’ve always been comfortable with each other. Scottie knows about the soft, sweet rounds of flesh that make up Cassy’s breasts. The slight hills of her ass, perfect for grabbing. And, if she’s honest, there have been times where she’s found herself wondering what it would feel like to fuck a girl.

  Of course, Scottie loves the roughness and hardness of men and boys. But she has yet to experience what a girl is like, how a woman feels. How different sex would be. Especially with someone like Cassy, sweet, shy Cassy who has no idea how to socialize without stuttering. And kissing a girl? Scottie’s seen it in the movies, two pairs of plush, soft lips glazed with gloss nibbling and tasting and savoring each other. A pair of soft hands fragranced with perfume gently moving along her curves.

  Scottie can see it happening, especially with someone like Cassy. She’s already turned on by the thought of Cassy’s coyness and timid nature when it comes to moving from first base to second, and beyond.

  “Scott, you’re staring at me,” Cassy says softly, blushing. Eyes glittering a brilliant blue from the sunlight glancing in from the window.

  “Isn’t that what you want? Your whole goal?” Scottie asks, taking a massive bite of her burger.

  Chapter Four

  After lunch, the girls go to watch The Bay City Psychos practice at the run-down trailer on the edge of the railroad tracks. It’s a rusted place with metal siding and graffiti decorating the siding. The band is already crashing its way through a song, the cymbals sounding like lightening with each strike. Scottie and Cassy stay on the porch for a few moments, as Scottie wants a cigarette. A smoke after a meal takes the edge off of the fullness that makes her belly bloat with a food baby. She plops down on one of the half-broken lawn chairs, allowing the sun to pour onto her face.

  “Cassy, have you ever thought about dating older men?” she finds herself asking.

  “You mean like guys my grandpa’s age? Because, fuck no. That sounds awful.”

  Scottie bursts out laughing at her friend’s comment. “No, Cass. I mean like maybe a sugar daddy or something sexy like that.”

  “Like, someone you can fuck and get presents from? That might be cool. But what if he’s not attractive? And what if he’s not cute?”

  “But what if he is cute? And what if he’s fantastic in bed?” Scottie’s mind travels back to Donnie with his endless brown eyes. She glances at her fingernails, noting the chipped, black nail polish. “I need to repaint my nails,” she mumbles.

  “I guess if he’s cute and all. But wouldn’t that be kind of intimidating?” Cassy switches her weight to her other foot, her slender, shapely thighs tapering from the cuffs of her white shorts.

  “Not necessarily, Cass. They’re just guys. Morsels for our taking,” Scottie says, licking her lips and tasting the cherry lip balm coating them.

  “Yea, but an older guy? Like, what if you’re not experienced enough or something? I don’t know. I’d rather date someone my own age.” Cassy chews at her lip for a moment as she thinks. “Although, I’ll admit, I’ve seen some pretty attractive older men. Donnie, for example.”

  “I’ll agree with you on that one. Looks like you have some good taste in both men and women, Cass. I’m proud of you.” Scottie winks at her friend, who gushes. The way Cassy starts to glow whenever Scottie flirts with her is sexy. Her eyes light up, become bluer than they normally are. Her shy smile spreads across her face. “Hey, Cassy. Can I spend the night at your place tonight?”

  “I’m sure that’d be just fine. Mom’s gonna be at work tonight at the hospital. Dad’s probably gonna watch the game all night. I’ll just ask him later.”

  “Coolio for schoolio.” Scottie digs her phone from her purse, and texts her stepdad to let him know she may not be home that night. “Let’s go inside and hear the band. See how they’re doing. I can’t wait for the show this weekend,” Scottie says. The pair walk into the dimly lit trailer, a stark contrast with the blazing summer sun directly overhead. The music has stopped, as the band member’s tune their instruments. A few groupies mingle in the back, drinking from some Smi
rnoff Ices.

  Courtney, one of the groupies, approaches Scottie and Cassy once she spots them. Scottie nearly walks out the door immediately. She and Courtney have had a long-lasting rivalry ever since high school. Courtney’s always been one of the side chicks to every boyfriend Scottie’s broken up with. It’s almost like this bitch wants to be Scottie in some weird way. But with her short, feathery blonde hair, skinny body, and narrow features, she’s the direct opposite. She’s too vanilla, too wannabe. Scottie’s always ruled the roost as a leading lady in the music scene, sneaking into venues without paying, making out with band members. The whole nine yards.

  “Hey, ladies,” Courtney says with fake politeness.

  “Hey, Court. Still sucking my leftover dick?” Scottie asks, a hint of tightness in her voice.

  “Don’t be so rude, Scott,” Cassy whispers. “Maybe they’ll share some alcohol with us.” Cassy has a point there, and Scottie wouldn’t mind a couple of Smirnoff’s. Even if they do make her sweat sugar.

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  After fumbling and giggling their way back to Cassy’s house, the two girls finally make their way into her bedroom. Cassy’s dad is glued to the television, watching some NASCAR race with fascination. He barely even registers that the two have arrived back at the house. “Oh, hey, girls,” he says, never moving his eyes from the screen.

  They trudge up to Cassy’s room, a frothy, girly place frosted with pink and light blue. It occurs to Scottie that Cassy hasn’t even changed her style much since she left for college. At least not in her old bedroom.

  “So, what do you wanna do?” Scottie asks, slightly tipsy. They’d scored several Smirnoff Ices. But it’s like Sprite for adults, and Scottie gets only a light buzz from them. At least she got to enjoy Courtney’s drunk ass. The girl still hasn’t gotten used to drinking, or learned to hold her alcohol.

  “I don’t know. What did you have in mind?” Cassy sits down on her bed, patting the space next to her. Scottie takes her seat next to her friend, the soft aroma of fruity body spray wafting toward her.

  “Well, we could paint each other’s nails, have a pillow fight, and enjoy some girl-talk. You know, the usual stuff.” Scottie rests her head on Cassy’s delicate shoulder, her black hair cascading to the side. “Wait, I have an idea. Let’s watch some porn. You got your laptop?”

  “Uh, yea? But porn?” Cassy’s already starting to blush, and Scottie loves it.

  “Yea. If you’re gonna start getting into girls, you may as well get used to seeing them naked.” A giggle bubbles up from the pit of Scottie’s throat. Even though she’s often found herself enjoying straight porn, she’s never ventured into lesbian porn, though the idea of it excites her. “Let’s see who flinches first. If you flinch, you lose the game.”

  “What happens if you lose?” Cassy asks, as Scottie sets up the laptop.

  Chapter Five

  Cassy can barely keep her eyes on the screen without blushing. She’s already lost. She was good for a whole five minutes, during the whole intro to the storyline. But once clothes started coming off, once the kissing started, she got squeamish. And now, Scottie’s eyes are fixed on her friend. The smooth, pale flesh, pink lips, long eyelashes. “Why does it make you so nervous?” Scottie giggles.

  “I mean, I’ve watched girl porn before, Scott. That’s how I know I’m turned on by girls. I just… I’ve never done it with someone else around.”

  “But, Cassy! That’s what best friends are for, right?” Scottie turns to her, knees nudging her friend’s. Their eyes meet, and Scottie is lost in the endless blue of her friends eyes. They are like two sapphires set into her eye sockets. A hand finds its way onto Scottie’s thigh, the familiar, warm, moist palm seeping through the holes in her jeans.

  Scottie leans in slowly, allowing her lips to brush against Cassy’s. She’s always admired her plump, pink lips. Now, maybe she’ll get the chance to taste them. But Cassy has to make the next move. It’s her turn. Truth or dare. Cassy doesn’t move for a moment, the warm, wisps of her breath hesitantly brushing against Scottie’s mouth. Finally, a flick of Cassy’s tongue against Scottie’s bottom lip shows her she’s ready. She wants this invitation. Cassy’s lips press against Scottie’s in a simple, girlish kiss.

  But Scottie wants to bring up the heat, and experience her friend in a new way. She slides her tongue inside of Cassy’s mouth. Cassy pulls back a bit at first, startled by her friend’s forwardness. But then, she generously offers her own tongue back. She tastes sweet and soft and giving, like bubble gum. It’s different than the boys Scottie’s dated, with their hard, salted flavor.

  Cassy’s hand slides up Scottie’s thigh, then to her belly, then beneath her black t-shirt. Scottie nearly forgets that she didn’t wear a bra, until Cassy’s finger tips grace the sensitive flesh of the mounds beneath the fabric. She moves her hands up further, squeezing them against her breasts. Scottie’s nipples harden into a perfect bead. Cassy removes her hands, sitting back to admire the supple breast and nipple poking through the black fabric.

  Cassy suddenly draws back, gazing at Scottie intently for a moment. “Can we, you know, turn off the lights?” she asks softly.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yea. Just, it’s my first time. Doing anything like this. I’m nervous.”

  Scottie tries to hold back a laugh, but fails. “And the lights being off will help?”

  “It’ll help me.” Cassy blushes, and Scottie immediately feels bad.

  “Yea. Hold on.” She gets up from the bed, flicks the lights off, and resumes her position with Cassy. “It’s okay. It’s my first time doing anything with a girl, too.” Scottie lays back on the bed, taking her shirt off as she does. Freeing her nipples to the air-conditioned atmosphere. They get harder, more sensitive, aching for the touch of her friend or her tongue.

  Cassy’s thumb gently grazes across one of them. Scottie can feel her eyes staring into her, wondering what to do next. So, Scottie slowly unzips and unbuttons her white shorts. “Lay back, Cass,” she says gently. Her hand slides into the shorts and the silk panties beneath. A warm, wet spot has formed in the crotch. Scottie moves one finger inside of the moistened folds of flesh, sliding it back and forth, enjoying the strangeness of touching another girl’s body the way she touches her own in privacy. Cassy’s body begins to relax as she finally lays back on the bed alongside Scottie. Her back arches, her legs spread out a little more, and she sucks in a breath through her teeth.

  “Ah, God, that feels good,” she whimpers, as Scottie’s fingertip delicately massages the pearl of her clit in a circular motion. Scottie can feel the wetness growing from a dampened warmth into a scalding soak from the juices flowing freely from her pussy.

  “Don’t worry, Cass,” Scottie murmurs. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

  The End of Book 2 of 5

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  Book 18: Two Girls, One Stepdad 3

  Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  As the moaning and smacking sounds of wet kisses and wet mouths intensifies on the porn playing from Cassy’s laptop, so do the movements and touches between the two girls. Cassy straddles Scottie’s waist, all her clothes removed. Scottie can make out the silhouette of her friend’s body in the bluish gleam of the computer screen. Her flesh is like satin beneath Scottie’s fingertips as they roam to explore Cassy’s body.

  Their kissing intensifies, with the savory, sweet flavor of Cassy’s tongue delving into Scottie’s mouth m
ore aggressively. She’s finally starting to get into it, becoming more and more comfortable. Cassy lifts up Scottie’s shirt, helps her pull it over her head, and covers one of her nipples with her mouth. She flicks her tongue forcefully against the aching, puckered nipple as Scottie’s fingers run through the soft curls of Cassy’s blonde hair.

  Cassy crouches on top of Scottie, gazing at her. Scottie wonders what her eyes would look like now. Would they still be the innocent, bubbly blue they usually are? Or are they darker, fiercer, like a grey-blue sky before the lightening starts to crack and pop across the clouds? Scottie jolts from the unexpected, sudden pleasure that ruptures through her body, as Cassy slides her fingers inside of her ripped jeans and into her panties. Her finger moves quickly against her folds, forcing her body to seize with spasms. “Easy, easy, cowgirl,” Scottie purrs, sitting up. She places a finger on top of Cassy’s, guiding her movements into slower, more deliberate strokes. “Start off gently with me.”

  As Cassy begins to get the hang of touching, Scottie arches her back and spreads her legs wider. She sighs, content with the playful touching. It feels good, awakens her insides and warms her. “Have you ever eaten anyone out?” Cassy asks softly.

  “No. But I’ve been eaten out before, and I have a good idea of what to do.”

  “Show me,” Cassy says, laying down on her back. Scottie obliges, interested to find out what a girl tastes like. She’s tasted her own juices and cum before, but she’s sure that no two girls taste the same. Scottie starts off leaving a trail of gentle, soft kisses along the slight curves of Cassy’s belly, all the way down to the triangle of her pussy. She traces her fingers along the inside of her thighs, wondering where to begin. But who cares? They’re just having some innocent fun, right? It’s not a competition or a challenge.