Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  Maybe, if she arranges this, things would snowball throughout the night. Cassy would get more comfortable with Donnie. Donnie would loosen up and relax after a long, hard day of work. They could have a few drinks. She could smoke some weed. Donnie could have one of his fabulous cigars. They could chat and relax. No Mom flitting in and out to make sure things are okay.

  And even if nothing happens between the three of them, then that’s fine. Scottie just wants to see if she can make some magic happen. Even if it’s just some fun time with talking and hanging out, it’ll still be worth it – to enjoy her two, new lovers in the same room together. Scottie sits back down on her mattress, finally feeling at ease in her mind. Maybe now she can get some decent rest and be in top form for the derby event tomorrow. She lays down and allows the sweetness of slow sleep to overcome her body. Tomorrow, she thinks. Tomorrow night, it’ll fall into place.

  * * *

  Donnie clutters around in the kitchen – later than usual, but still early for Scottie. Oh, well. She may as well have a talk with him about her plan, see if he’ll join in. She stretches her arms out, and rises from her mattress. A few clouds keep the morning cool and grey. Even if it rains, the derby event won’t be cancelled, since it’s always held inside; one of the perks of indoor sports.

  Scottie trots downstairs where her stepfather makes his coffee. “Morning, Daddy,” she says sweetly. “Any coffee for me?”

  “Sure, sport. You’re up early.” Donnie’s chipper voice warms her as she sits down on one of the bar stools.

  “Yea. Heard you moving around down here.”

  “Oh, did I wake you up? I’m sorry.” He pours two mugs full of steaming, black coffee.

  “Yea, but it’s fine. I wanted to talk to you about a few things anyway.” She takes a cautious sip from her cup. “My first derby is tonight. Are you going to come?”

  “What time is it? And since when do you ask us to come to your events?” Donnie stops for a moment, reevaluating his question. “I meant ‘me,’ I guess. No us.”

  “Yea. Um, it’s, like, seven in the morning,” Scottie replies, quickly thinking of a way to change the subject. But she can’t. Even though she’s not surprised by her mother’s behavior, it still shocks the hell out of Donnie. All because the poor guy’s an established attorney with a hefty workload. “Anyway, Mom never liked roller derby. She thinks it’s an unladylike sport or whatever.” Scottie shrugs. “It starts at five this afternoon, but it’s cool if you come late. I don’t care.”

  Donnie smiles from ear to ear, chiseled features accentuated. “Well, I’ll definitely see what I can do.”

  “Also, is it cool if Cassy comes over tonight?”

  “Sure. You don’t have to ask permission for stuff like that, Scott. You’re not a complete klutz, except when you try to go down the stairs in your roller skates.”

  “Also, can you purchase some sort of fruity, alcoholic drink?”

  “Scottie, you’re not even twenty yet. You’re pushing it.”

  “We’re in South Carolina, it’s totally legal for an adult to purchase alcohol for someone eighteen or older. As long as that person drinks it in their own place of residence.” Scottie pauses, evaluating her stepfather’s reaction. “And, this just so happens to be my place of residence. At least for the summer.”

  “Maybe you really should have gone to law school.” Donnie looks her over suspiciously. “At least you know your stuff. We’ll see. Don’t count on it.”

  “Cool.” It’s much better than a straight out ‘no’. Besides, it’s not like she and Cassy hadn’t already frequented enough parties to know their limits.

  “Well, sport, good talk. I gotta go to work. By the way, did you ever talk to Cassy?” He stops short just as he reaches for the door.

  “Yea. We’re cool. Obviously.” Scottie smiles. “Thanks for talking to me about it.”

  “No problem. See you at your race thing.”

  Chapter Two

  “You sure you don’t feel weird about me doing dirty stuff with Donnie?” Scottie stares out her window, the phone hot on her ear.

  “Duh. You guys aren’t even related. He’s basically your mom’s leftovers and nothing more,” Cassy replies, voice flat and matter-of-fact.

  “Gross, Cassafrass. Don’t say shit like that.”

  Cassy giggles on the other end of the line. “Sorry.”

  “You’ve earned a new attitude problem since you basically came out of the closet. I like it.” Scottie has to admit that Cassy’s changes over just the past week were pleasant – for the most part. It’s like she’s discovering a new boldness, a brashness that didn’t exist before.

  “So, what time is the race tonight?”

  “It’s at five. Donnie might come. Hey, want to come to my place tonight after the event?”

  “You going to make me some kind of third wheel?” Even though Cassy giggles as she says it, Scottie still detects a hint of concern in her voice. Oh, if she only knew.

  “Definitely not. Donnie might buy some alcohol. Might hang out with us for a bit. But he’s still gotta work.”

  “It’s a Saturday. Why would he work?”

  “The guy’s a workaholic. I don’t know. He enjoys what he does. I hope I can feel that way one day.”

  “True. Yeah, I’ll let my parents know. Maybe we could look for some new apartments near school, too. We don’t want to waste the whole summer.”

  “Says the girl who does her summer reading in May,” Scottie replies. “Look, I gotta go. I need to get ready for the race. Warm up, get a shower.”

  “So fresh and so clean, clean,” chuckles Cassy. “Okay. Get your shit together. Just, seriously, don’t make it a third-wheel thing.”

  “I’m not, Cass. I was hoping we could at least have some tipsy sex. Maybe even have a naked pillow fight. Don’t be such a buzz kill.” At the very least, Scottie thinks. Maybe even a little more, if Donnie gets involved.

  “I’ll wear my best lip gloss, then. Bye.” Scottie closes her flip phone. It’s already three in the afternoon. She needs to do some skating for about an hour, get a shower, and get sexy for the race. Maybe even squeeze in a masturbation session somewhere in between. She has a lot to do in the next two hours.

  “I’m becoming a busy woman,” she says to her reflection in the mirror, propped up against the wall.

  * * *

  Scottie loves that glowing sensation that spreads through her whole body after a good workout. Her whole body is set to vibrate. She turns on the shower, exfoliates with coffee grounds, shaves, lathers, rinses. After patting her skin dry gently with a towel, she rubs a shimmering lotion all over her body. Her skin glows with that special energy. Should she straighten her hair or curl it? No. She’ll let it dry naturally. It has a nice, wavy look it with more body.

  Scottie’s never needed a lot of makeup to look good. Today will be no exception. After a few, carefree strokes of mascara, she glides cherry red lipstick onto her lips. She puckers them, admiring her naked body in the mirror. “Perf.” Now all she has to do is get dressed. But first… well… she’s feeling herself. That’s the only way she can describe it. Time to find the ice cream scoop. She quickly decides that once she saves up some money, she’ll invest in a nice vibrator. Maybe a pink one with sparkles or something ridiculous like that.

  She walks downstairs, digs the scoop from the silverware drawer, and skips back up into her room. On second thought, maybe she should see how she looks in her new panties and bra. Both are black, trimmed with Savage Sally blue and embroidered with rhinestones. The glorious panties of true derby royalty. And she does look great in them. She puts the handle of the scoop under her panties, imagining Donnie’s dick tucked there just like that.

  Her hot, moist skin warms up the handle. Her pussy starts to throb between her legs just thinking about it. The image of Scottie riding his thick cock as she watches Cassy make his face her throne. It runs through her mind again, making her body more desperate for some attention. She slide
s the ice cream scoop into the crotch of her panties, moving it back and forth against her aching vagina. Her clit becomes alert and awake, taking on a life of its own. It’s aware of every touch from the scoop. She presses it deeper into her soaked folds, moving it slowly back and forth. It slides in with ease, sending shivers of pleasure into her bones.

  Scottie lays down on her mattress, spreading her legs. She’s ready. She has to take it. No need to tease herself. The tip slides into her, and she doesn’t move for a moment. Then, she slides it further and deeper inside of her, fucking herself now at a rapid pace. Her breath comes short and quick, like the pace of the scoop. She dreams of her possible threesome with Donnie and Cassy. It doesn’t take long before she is bucking and panting, using her free hand to molest her gorgeous rack. She can’t hold back for much longer, so she surrenders to the rushing waves of sweet ache that rocks her body.

  She pulls the scoop out, examines the cum that’s collected on the handle. She came a lot this time. Scottie smirks and rises, thighs still jittery from the receding waves of pleasure. She deep throats the scoop, enjoying every last drop of her own feminine flavor. Time to get dressed and kick ass. She’ll have to skate to the arena, so she’s glad she didn’t overdo it earlier. But this was the perfect warmup to an evening she hoped would transform into an equally perfect event for everyone involved.

  Scottie struggles with her fishnet stockings, pulls her shirt over her head, laces her skates. She grabs her duffle bag of safety equipment and prepares to face the challenge of the stairs again. The clouds have gathered thickly now, creating a hot, oppressive fever that blankets everything surrounding it. Scottie hopes it storms. Nothing is sexier than a thunderstorm to set the perfect mood.

  Chapter Three

  It’s the Savage Sallies against the Killing Queens. Purple and blue versus pink and silver. “They look like a bunch of rogue, fucking cheerleaders,” Stacy says flatly.

  “You know, for once, I’m inclined to agree with you about something, Stace,” Scottie replies, glancing out of the locker room door at the collection of girls in uniform. “Should be easy to kick their asses.” As she speaks, she also scans the crowd for her stepfather or Cassy. She hasn’t seen either of them yet. Then again, it’s 4:45 p.m. They both still have fifteen minutes.

  “Don’t get cocky just yet. It’s only the first race of the season. No one knows how the other teams will perform, yet.”

  “I mean, we kicked their asses last year. Why not this year, too?” Scottie turns to Stacy, who stares intently at the rival team. “We thought the same with the Queen B’s last year, too. And, like, three of us got injured.”

  “Okay, ladies,” announces Jewel, the team captain. “Let’s get ready for our warmup laps with the other team. No knocking people over or starting fights. You will be penalized.” The girls line up according to their numbers. It’s a necessary protocol. After all, roller derby is like a mix of racing and football. Girls doing all but fighting to get to the finish line. Plenty of times, there was blood. It has always been an expected thing with this sport.

  As the teams line up to glide around the rink, Scottie studies the crowd. She spots Cassy in the very back, as usual. She has a book with her, but looks up once the movement on the rink registers. The girls wave at each other. Still no sign of Donnie, but he would probably be late. Better late than never, though. Especially with someone who often worked past five in the afternoons.

  As they make the last laps around the rink, she finally spots him walking through the door. He looks so out of place, wearing his casual business clothes. The rest of the crowd has various piercings, dyed hair, leather and ripped clothing. She never thought she’d see the day when she had a thing for a yuppie. Scottie chuckles to herself.

  Finally, the girls take their places at the starting line. They all prepare for war, hunching over and preparing to propel themselves forward with all the force that they can muster. Everything slows down for the few seconds just before the horn sounds. Scottie glances around at her teammates, then her rivals. Her thighs tense up, preparing to move forward as quickly as possible.

  Finally, the horn sounds, and a great release of tension breaks. Scottie moves into the center of the racing girls, gambling for the finish line. Stacy knocks over one of their rivals. Typical, she always moved too quickly. Always wasted her energy too early in the game.

  The crowd screams as the girl falls to the ground. There’s an open space. Scottie sees her chance to move forward. She blitzes up to the front and gets a few feet ahead of the skating stampede behind her. If she can just maintain this position, she could win the race for her team. She continues to propel forward. As the team’s jammer, this is her duty.

  The heat is staggeringly hot – there’s no air conditioning in this building. A storm is brewing somewhere off in the distance. She blinks back the sweat collecting beneath her helmet and dripping into her eyes. Cassy and Donnie are sitting together, two obvious zebras amongst a den of pierced lions. She giggles, smiling at them. Donnie waves and smiles.

  As the race draws to a close, the other team’s jammer is neck and neck with Scottie. Shit, she needs a teammate to knock this bitch out so she can win. Stacy comes to her aid quickly, knocking the girl off to the side and remaining near Scottie to keep any other rival offenders off of her ass. Scottie zooms toward the line for the finishing lap. She’s so close, she can taste it…

  * * *

  “Great race, guys! We won the first one of the season! Off to a good start, bitches!” Jewel yells over the raucous chorus of exhilarated girls. Scottie made the finish line, and her team won. Her heart beats and flutters beneath her chest with joy.

  Stacy playfully punches her on the shoulder. “Not too shabby.”

  “Thanks, Stace.”

  “You coming to the after party with us?”

  Scottie thinks about it. Now, she’s having second thoughts about arranging this party for three. She really wants to celebrate with her teammates. But she shrugs it off. “No, I have plans with a couple of people. Intimate family event.”

  “Vague as fuck, but okay. Long as you party with us next time.”

  “Of course,” Scottie says, heading for the showers. She wants to freshen up before she heads off with Cassy and Donnie. Even though she likes the smell of her own sweat, she still wants to feel a little less grimy. Just in case they all get a little bit dirty together tonight.

  The shower room has steam billowing out of the open shower stalls. Some girls shower together, reminding her of the times she and Cass were gym buddies in high school. Why didn’t she see it then, when Cassy used to stare at her naked body in awe? Scottie shakes her head. How oblivious they both used to be, both with themselves and each other.

  After a brief, but refreshingly hot shower, she gets her equipment together and heads out to the mingling crowds outside. It’s still so hot, and clouds cover the sky like a blanket meant to hold the heat around them. Humidity clings to her skin, making her sweat even more. So much for the shower. She spots Donnie and Cassy, both beaming next to Donnie’s sleek SUV. “Hey, guys,” she says as she approaches.

  “You mind if Cassy rides with us?” Donnie asks.

  “This bitch is invited, isn’t she?” Scottie responds playfully.

  Chapter Four

  Much to Scottie’s delight, a few cases of Smirnoff Ice sit in the back seat. Even if they are little girl drinks, she’s glad he got them for tonight. The girls sit up front with him. Scottie lets Cassy sit in the middle. May as well start letting them warm up to each other a little more. This way, they can get a little more comfortable with each other.

  “Good job, sport,” Donnie says as he drives. “I should come to these things more often. That was intense.”

  “Yea, it should be a high school sport. That’s one athletic event that I’d attend,” Cassy adds.

  “Thanks, ladies and gents. It’s a lot of fun, too. Glad you guys enjoyed it.” She turns to Donnie. “Especially, you. I was afraid
you might run out of there, the minute you saw how much metal was on some people’s faces.”

  Donnie laughs, keeping his eyes on the road. “Well, it helped that Cassy was there. At least I had someone to stick out like sore thumb with.”

  “I know the feeling,” Cassy adds. “Trust me on that.”

  “You’ll be staying up a little bit with us, right, Daddy?” Scottie asks, winking at Cassy. “I mean, tomorrow is Saturday. You could at least afford to go in late.”

  “I guess I could arrange that.”

  Scottie can read the question on Cassy’s face. But she doesn’t need to explain. She has no problem letting things unfold the way Scottie would like them to. As they pull up to the house, Scottie grabs her duffel bag from the back seat and Cassy takes the drinks. “Let’s take the party to my room. It’s cooler than any other part of the house.”

  “Agreed,” says Cassy.

  “Oh, come on. I’m not that lame, am I?” Donnie unlocks the front door, cocking his eyebrow at Scottie.

  “Definitely not,” she replies. The trio make their way upstairs. Donnie’s the last to follow. He has to make a glass of scotch. Scottie loves this about him, his adult drinks and adult cigars and adult way of fucking. She wonders if both she and Cassy will be able to enjoy the scotchy, smoky, sweet flavor of his mouth tonight.

  Once the three have finally congregated in her room, she closes the blinds. No need in the neighbors knowing what’s going on between the three of them. Donnie takes the black, wicker rocking chair and the girls sit on Scottie’s mattress. Scottie lights the Catholic Saint candles she’s collected, and burns some incense. She might as well set the ambiance.

  “Been a long time since we’ve hung out like this in your room, huh?” Cassy says.