Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  My legs tightened, squeezing around his head, as I let out a roar of excitement roll from my lips. I shook, quivering around his finger, throbbing so hard I could feel it in my bones. Happy birthday, indeed.

  I was still trembling, my leg twitching like a dog as Scott rose up. His smile was warm and sincere, but his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

  “I was gonna get you a card. But, I thought you’d like that better,” he smirked, wiping the glaze of cum from his lips and chin.

  I giggled. I did enjoy it, but I was confused that it was over. “Aren’t you gonna fuck me?” I asked.

  He growled playfully, leaning down and gripping my legs tightly. “I wish I could, but I’ve gotta get this paper work done,” he said quickly.

  Another soft kiss on the lips, and his attentions seemed to be faded from me. Even with the rock hard cock trapped beneath his jeans, his focus turned back to the book he’d had in his lap when I arrived. “Don’t you work today?” he asked.

  “Yah. In a couple hours,” I said, disappointed that he hadn’t planned to spend that time with me.

  “What paperwork?” I asked, gripping my panties from the floor, and quickly sliding them back over my body.

  “College admissions. I have to contact my assigned dorm mate, turn in my scholarships, and start selecting my classes.

  “So, you got in?” I asked, knowing he would, but not ready for this day to come. Not yet. Not now. Not on my birthday when Gary the sleaze was waiting to make his move.

  Chapter Four

  “What school?” I asked, hoping that Scott would say California State, the one in Sacramento.

  “Notre Dame,” he said so carelessly.

  “Indiana?” I gasped, realizing that was more than two-thousand miles away.

  “Why would you want to go to school in Indiana?” I asked, hoping still he was only joking.

  “They have an amazing football team, Penny. Why else?” he asked.

  “It’s so cold there. It snows, and winters are freezing. Plus, you’ll be surrounded by corn fields,” I protested.

  Scott laughed. “It was between Ohio State and Notre Dame. Those were my top choices,” he said.

  “What about Southern California? I thought they were on your list?” I asked.

  “They were. As a backup. But, this is my dream, my future,” he said proudly.

  Scott was always a jock, even in grade school when I had a crush on him. We’d dated for almost three years now, and his entire life revolved around football, with a focus on me when he was horny.

  “What is there for me to do in Indiana?” I groaned.

  We’d always talked about being together forever. I’d told him I’d follow him anywhere, be by his side, but I thought that meant sticking around here, or at least still in California.

  “Penny,” he said softly, making my stomach flip upside down.

  “This is something I have to do. For myself. Didn’t you apply to any colleges?” he asked.

  “No,” I shook my head as I spoke.

  Scott knew my home life was less than perfect, even though he didn’t know everything. He didn’t know my stepdad Gary was ready to pounce on me, making me fill in for my mother when she was passed out drunk. He didn’t know my mother didn’t care, that she blamed me for being young and beautiful, something she said I stole from her.

  Scott did know my grades were mediocre, that my attendance was shit, and that I had no money saved in a fancy bank account to pay for my school, even if I did get in.

  “There’s still time for some of the smaller schools,” he said.

  “Maybe,” I said.

  “I guess I could work in a diner near your school if we got a place together, and then go to school at one of the community colleges nearby,” I sighed.

  “No, Penny. I mean you should go to school on your own,” he said.

  I was crushed as I realized what he was saying to me. He didn’t want me to go with him. “I mean. I want the entire college experience. Ya know? The dorm, the football games, the parties,” he said quickly.

  Yah. The college girls, the sex, the freedom. I knew exactly what he meant.

  “I would just be in your way,” I pouted.

  His arms wrapped around me, his eyes pushing hard into mine. They were so blue, so sweet, that even when upset at him, my heart still swelled. “That’s not what I mean,” he whispered.

  “I didn’t think you were serious when you said you wanted to tag along,” he explained.

  It was obvious in his eyes; he didn’t know I was serious. I could see the pain, and the pity. I hated the pity.

  “I thought you were going to a school near here,” I said softly.

  “I never planned to follow you across the country,” I lied.

  It was tough to fight back the tears forming in my eyes. I didn’t want Scott to see. I didn’t want him to pity me anymore than he already did.

  “I’m just gonna miss you,” I said.

  “We have all summer,” he said, kissing me softly on the lips.

  “Then what?” I asked, curious to where Scott saw our relationship going.

  He hesitated, pulling back from me slightly. His eyes were filled with that same look of pity once again. What the hell?

  “Well. I assumed we would take a break. I mean, I can’t exactly have the full college experience if I’m already dating someone,” he said gently.

  Already dating someone? He meant already dating me. He had plans to date, he just wanted someone different. A college girl.

  “It’s not fair to you, Penny. You’d be here, and I’d be there. I can’t ask you to stop your life and wait on me,” he said.

  I took a deep breath as tears rolled down my cheeks. Yah. How unfair for me?

  “You’re right. I just thought we were-I don’t know what I thought,” I said quickly, brushing my tears as I ran from his room.

  Chapter Five

  Happy fucking birthday to me!

  I sped from Scott’s house, out of his perfect little neighborhood, and towards the shit end of town where I lived.

  I’d been so stupid. Why did I think he’d still want me after he got into college? I was stuck in this town, in this hell hole.

  Gary was laying on the couch when I came into the apartment, his fat belly rolling over his jeans, and a plate of tator tots resting on his chest. He disgusted me. What did my mother even see in him?

  “Wow. That’s a sexy little dress,” he said, his attention quickly moving from the TV to me.

  I didn’t have time for him. I rushed into my room, ignoring his comments, and slammed my door.

  I changed out of the dress that had once made me feel so confident, and into the diner’s ugly uniform that made me feel like a loser.

  A tight pony tail on my head, a dab of lipstick to replace what Scott smeared off, and a bit of foundation under my eyes to hide the fact I’d been crying, and I was ready. Might as well go early. I certainly didn’t want to stay here with Gary.

  “If you’d unbutton that top, you’d make better tips,” Gary said as I entered back into the living room.

  He was up, moving towards me quickly as I made my way to the door. “Remember what I said. You’re a woman now. Time you started paying your way.”

  His breath already smelled of alcohol, and as the last nights consumption oozed from his pores, I almost became sick.

  I reached for the door, my fingers barely gripping the knob before Gary gripped me. His weight pushed into me, his curled chest hairs poking at my cheeks as he towered over me. “You don’t want me to put you, and your momma on the street, do ya?” he asked. His eyes filled with a dark coldness that made my skin crawl.

  His cock brushed against my arm, hard and hungry for what he’d waited so long to take.

  “I have to go,” I said softly, scared of what he planned to do.

  He backed up, chuckled, and his eyes lightened. “Go. I’m not stopping ya,” he said.

  I
wanted to tell my mother, to beg her to leave him, but I knew better. When Gary made me feel uncomfortable the first time, I was only fourteen, and she’d blamed it on me. “You need to wear a bra, what do you expect?” she snapped at me.

  My breasts were small, just barely beginning to bud then, and she’d never offered to get me a bra.

  I started covering up when I was around him, but even in shorts and a tank top, she’d tell me I was flaunting myself, trying to get his attention. “You fuckin’ like it. Your nothing but a little tramp,” she told me once, drunk, and angry that I threatened her lifestyle.

  It was useless to tell Lana Maples anything she didn’t want to hear. But, I couldn’t let him force me to submit to him. No way!

  “What are you doin’ here so early?” Lana chomped on her gum as I entered the diner.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I didn’t want to be at home.”

  “Hey, Penny,” Rhonda waved.

  I moved past my mother, took a seat in one of the back booths where Rhonda was rolling silverware. “Happy birthday,” she said with a smile.

  The redheaded girl had only worked her for about six months, but she remembered my birthday. I smiled into her kind, green eyes and wanted to cry. I wanted to spill all the terrible things that had happened to me that day to her, but I didn’t. She’d listened to me before, even gave me advice to go back to my grandma’s house and live. Now that I was eighteen, I could. I wasn’t sure how I’d get there, or if I could even find it, but I could.

  “Let me help you,” I said, reaching for one of the filled tubs of silverware.

  “Hey, Penny. Happy birthday!” the owner Gus called across the room.

  “Thank you,” I smiled, watching the hint of guilt roll through my mother’s eyes.

  “The big eighteen. What are your plans?” Gus asked, moving towards me.

  “Just work, and then go home,” I smiled, neglecting to whine about the fact my boyfriend was moving, leaving me for good, and my stepdad was on the prowl for my newly legal pussy.

  He shook his head. “You should be out celebrating. Why don’t you take the night off?” he asked.

  “I appreciate it. But, I’d rather work,” I said.

  I didn’t want to admit I didn’t have anywhere to go, or anyone to go with. My only friend, Lisa, was out with her boyfriend, lying to her mom that she was staying the night with me so she could spend the night with him on the beach in a pup tent.

  Lisa had big plans to go to Harvard, a dream she’d had since a little girl. Her grades were amazing, even without studying, and even though she was two years younger than I was, she was scheduled to graduate with me in just a few days.

  The cook came out from the back with a blueberry muffin that had been on the morning menu. It had a candle stuck in the center of it, burning fast as he walked towards the back booth. Everyone started singing happy birthday to me, except my mom. That was something no one else seemed to notice. Only me.

  I blew out the candle, wishing for a way out of here, away from Gary, my mother, and this horrible town.

  ***

  Later that evening, halfway through my shift, Gary walked in, sitting in my section instead of my mothers. “Do you want me to get him?” Rhonda asked, knowing what kind of creep he truly was.

  “No. I’ll handle him,” I said quickly.

  My mother glared at me as I walked towards his booth. “What can I get ya?” I asked Gary, who slouched in the booth like it was his recliner at home.

  Something white was in his clenched fist. His eyes watched mine as I curiously looked at the lace falling out from between his fingers. “I’m a little disappointed in you, Penny,” he said quietly.

  My heart raced as he opened his hand, revealing the lace panties I’d bought earlier that day. “These smell used. Unless you were playing with that pretty little pussy thinking about me earlier,” he hissed, bringing them up towards his nose and taking a long whiff. “So fuckin’ sweet,” he moaned.

  “You’re disgusting,” I scowled, reaching towards the panties in his hand.

  He shoved them into his pocket as my mother walked over. “Hey handsome,” she smiled in his direction.

  Handsome? No way.

  “I thought I’d come in and buy you dinner. You off work yet?” he asked, smiling at my mother as he spoke.

  “I’m off right now,” she said, sliding into the booth next to him.

  “Well don’t just stand there. Go get us menus,” she scolded me.

  Tears were welling up in my eyes. This can’t be my life. There has to be a way out. There just has to be.

  The End of Book 1 of 5

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  Book 72: Her Sensual Vegas Night 2

  Copyright © 2017 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

  I looked out into the crowd at the empty seats where my mother and Gary were supposed to be. It wasn’t that I really wanted them there, I guess. At least not Gary.

  The principle handed me my certificate as they called my name, shaking my hand, and offering a ‘good luck’ as I left the stage. I was the first one in my family to graduate high school. Something my mother used to tell me would never happen. Once I started dating Scott, and she pretty much knew we were having sex, her plans for me were to get pregnant, and make him marry me. “His family has money. No other way is he gonna stick around,” she told me one night while on a good drunk.

  It was true, at least it felt that way. Scott had been distant the last week of school, and even now, was more interested in hanging out with his football buddies than me.

  “Are you coming to the party tonight?” Lisa startled me as she came up from behind.

  I shrugged my shoulders, “I dunno.”

  “C’mon. You have to go. It’s our last big bash at the beach. Just us seniors, wait, graduates. Oh my God, Penny! We’ve graduated,” Lisa exclaimed, talking faster than I could keep up with.

  Graduates. What did that even mean to me? I wasn’t heading off to college like most of my classmates. I didn’t have a fancy job waiting for me. I wasn’t traveling Europe like Evan, the hippie in my English literature class. The only thing changing for me was I could work more hours at the diner now that school wasn’t a distraction.

  “I don’t know if I’m up to partying,” I said quickly.

  “Scott will be there,” she pushed.

  The thought of spending the evening wrapped in Scott’s arms, even if for the last time, sounded better than going home.

  “I’m not sure he wants to see me,” I complained.

  “Are you still bumming about him getting into Notre Dame? It’s an amazing opportunity, Penny,” Lisa shamed me.

  I didn’t need her shame. I knew it was an amazing opportunity. She had one as well. The problem, I didn’t. They were all leaving me behind.

  “I know,” I tried to put on a brave face, smiling as twirled a lock of my blonde hair around my finger.

  “I’ll go. But, just for a little bit,” I gave in.

  Lisa’s smile widened, and she quickly gripped my arm, pulling me towards Scott, Greg, and the other players on the football team.

  “We did it!” she roared, jumping into Greg’s arms.

  He gripped her tightly around the waist, spinning her in a circle as their lips met. Scott stood there, awkwardly. “How’s it feel?” he asked.

  How’s it feel? To have you leave me? It fuckin’ sucks, that’s how it feels.

  “Great,” I lied.

  “You goin to the be
ach party?” he asked.

  I hated how he didn’t ask me to go with him, but instead just asked if I was going. We’re we broken up already?

  “Yah. Lisa won’t leave me alone about it,” I sighed, pretending like I could care less.

  “Cool. I’ll probably see ya there,” he said with a wink, and then he left with one of his buddies.

  Lisa still had her tongue shoved so far down Greg’s throat I waited for it to come out his ass. Ugh!

  I started to walk away, deciding that I’d just slip away unnoticed and skip the party altogether when Lisa grabbed me. “Let’s go get supplies,” she smirked, pulling me towards the school parking lot.

  Her car was new and shiny, just like Scott’s. In fact, all the kids at my school had nice, shiny cars. All of them, except me, that is. “Where are we going?” I asked hesitantly, wondering what ‘supplies’ she meant.

  “Just up the road,” she said, sliding into the driver’s seat of her car.

  I decided not to argue, sliding into the passenger’s seat. Wherever we were going, it wasn’t home. So, that was fine by me.

  Lisa played with the stereo, stopping on a rock station as she pulled from the lot. Graduates and their families were still flooding the pavement, looking for their cars, giving hugs and congratulations, and standing around chatting.

  “We’re your parents here?” Lisa asked.

  “No. Gary isn’t my dad,” I protested, leaning forward to turn up the music.

  Lisa didn’t know the trouble I had at home. I didn’t want her to. She lived a lifestyle that was lavish, filled with love, normality, and her knowing about mine was just embarrassing to me. She knew my mom drank a bit too much, and she knew I hated her husband Gary, but not exactly why. “He’s a creeper,” I told her once, to which she giggled, rolling her eyes, and declaring all men over thirty creepers.

  We drove a few miles into town, stopping in the parking lot of a liquor store. “What are we doing here?” I asked.

  “Getting supplies,” she said, whipping out an ID with her picture, but not her birth year.