by Wendy Pound
I slowly came to a stop right next to the freeway. Adrenaline was pumping through my system and I couldn't catch my breath. I turned the car off and just stared outside. My heart was beating so fast and the two energy drinks I had earlier probably didn't help. Once I calmed down, I opened up the car door to check the damage. It was really dark outside but I could tell that my front-left tire was completely flat.
I'd never changed a flat before but I was going to have to learn really quick. I went to the back of the car and popped the trunk open. I had to take out a lot of junk out until I was able to get to the false floor. I saw the thing that would jack up my car but there was no spare tire. I looked all around the trunk for the spare even though there was only one place it could be. I gave up looking and took out my phone to try and call a tow truck. Of course being the middle of nowhere, I had no service. I just wished I could let my parents know that I was okay but I was going to be really late.
The cold wind of the desert whipped past me and gave me goosebumps. I got back into my car to warm up and think about what to do next. I kept my eyes on the rear view mirror in case any cars drove up behind me. If I could just get someone to drive me to the next town that would be amazing. I sat there with the radio on waiting for anyone to come save me.
After awhile, I had to turn off the radio in fear of draining the battery. I thought I might need the juice for the headlights. I waited another hour and there were no cars in sight. I was getting a little scared that I wouldn't see anybody the whole night. I knew I couldn't just stay in my car waiting. I made the decision to walk and try to find a town or gas station.
The gas station I fueled up at was probably twenty miles back where I came from. I knew I wouldn't be able to walk there so the only choice was to go the other way. I took a blanket I had in the back seat and wrapped it around me. I got out of the car and the cold air wasn't as bad with the blanket on. I locked my car even though I was sure nobody was going to try and steal it with a flat. I made my way down the road hoping to find any signs of civilization. I made a deal with myself that if I didn't find anyone after an hour of walking that I would turn around and go sleep in my car.
After thirty minutes of walking, I was pissed that I didn't bring a water bottle with me. How would I survive in the blazing sun tomorrow? After an hour passed, I looked behind me and my car was only a speck. I should have turned around and walked back but I thought that fifteen more minutes wouldn't kill me.
Soon I saw something strange on the horizon. It wasn't straight ahead on the road but far off to the right. There were a bunch of lights and I knew it had to be a gas station or town. I thought that the road probably curved and if I just walked straight to the lights in the dirt, I could really save some time.
The closer I got to the lights, the more relieved I felt. I knew there would have to be someone there or at least a pay phone. When I could almost make out the features of the gas station, that's when it disappeared like a mirage. A sudden sense of terror flooded through me. Where the fuck did it go? I rubbed my eyes and though that they were just playing tricks on me. When I opened them again, it was still just an empty landscape.
I fell down on my knees and started to cry. I just wanted to give up. I wished I could teleport back to my nice warm bed. All of the sudden, a man approached me wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
I believed he was a mirage until his hand touched my shoulder. He was real. I felt his hand and it was warm.
“Do you need help, Miss?” He smiled
I looked up and realized that it was my stepdad, Brandon. “How did you find me?” I choked out.
“When you didn't come home, I went out looking for you. Do you think you can make it to my car?”
“I think so,” I said. I stood up, bracing my hands on my knees. I got lightheaded and everything was spinning. In an instant, I blacked out.
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I awoke with one hell of a hangover and I couldn't remember what happened. I must have gotten really drunk the night before but I didn't have any recollection of it. I went to turn on the lamp on my nightstand but it wasn't there. I was in total darkness and then I realized that it wasn't my bedroom.
“Hello? Is anyone out there?” I sat up and looked around but it was just too dark. Then I remembered what happened to me. I was stranded in the desert when my stepdad showed up.
A light flicked on above my head. “How are you feeling?” Brandon asked, entering the room. Brandon was wearing the same clothes as when he found me.
“I'm feeling a lot better thanks,” I replied.
“Good,” he said, placing a clear glass of water next to the bed.
“Where are we?” I took a sip of water and it tasted like the richest wine.
“At a motel off the highway. I didn't think it would be wise to have you endure a long drive back home. Rest up and we can drive home tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much.” He left me alone and all I wanted was for him to stay with me. His looks and deep voice was entrancing.
When Brandon returned, all I could think about was being with him. I wasn't sure if it was a side effect of being dehydrated or if I was actually thinking clearly. All I knew was that I needed him. But it was wrong. He was my stepfather. How could I be having these feelings. It must be the damsel in distress syndrome. Brandon was my knight in shining armor.
When Brandon grabbed for my empty glass to replace it, I intercepted his hand and grabbed it. I pulled him down and kissed him hard. He resisted at first but then surrendered I was so lost in the euphoria. His fingers brushed against my cleavage and I almost felt like I was going to come. I slipped his index finger in my mouth and it felt like sucking a cock. I sucked hard as his finger went in an out. I let my hand trail down to my pussy and my panties were soaked with my wetness.
I was so distracted by the pleasure that I didn't notice his hand crawling up my stomach. Brandon latched onto my bra and it ripped it clean off. My large breasts bounced around and he wrapped around my boob like a snake. My tits was being constricted so much and Brandon sucked on my erect nipples hard.
Extreme pleasure soared within and my orgasm came out of nowhere. “Oh FUCK!!!!! UHHHHH!!!! I'm coming!” My body roared with ecstasy and my body shook like it was possessed by a sex demon. Before I could even finish my climax, I felt Brandon between my thighs. I lifted my head and saw as the three foot-long cock was about to enter my dripping wet pussy. I was so caught up in the moment that I had totally forgotten that Brandon was my stepdad.
I could feel his tip touch the lips of my pussy over my panties. Even that felt absolutely amazing and I wanted him to fuck me so badly. I thought that he was going to take my panties off but instead Brandon pushed them to the side. His meat slowly entered inside me and he was so thick that it stretched me to the limits. Brandon dug deeper and deeper and every inch he gained felt like a million mini-orgasms going off. The man filled me up completely and it was the most pleasurable experience in my entire life.
We barely started before my second orgasm came in full force. “I'M COMING!!!!!! The humongous cock writhed inside me which only added to the intensity. My legs vibrated and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The pleasure was so crazy that I almost couldn't handle it.
Brandon started to slip in and out me and I saw the lust in his eyes. He wanted me so badly.
His cock went in and out of me so fast that it was like a jack hammer inside me. It felt so good that I went to moan but nothing came out.
“OH MY GOD!!!! I'M COMINGGGGGG!!!!” Brandon continued to fuck me as another wave of pleasure crashed down on me. This was the big one. This was the one orgasm that no man would ever be able to recreate. It was so explosive that I blacked out for a few seconds and then snapped right back. My body turned hard as a rock and my climax just kept going. It felt like a whole five minutes had passed and I was still rolling with it. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to focus on the ecstasy.
When my mega orgasm finally subsided, it was Brandon's turn to show me wh
at coming really was. He arched his back and howled at the moon.
The force of the cum as it came out was so powerful that it almost blew me off of him. Gallons of his white liquid were being pumped inside me and it felt unreal. The feeling of his cum almost brought another orgasm. I could tell it was over when Brandon collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving up and down.
I could feel all his seed running out of my pussy like a waterfall. I was so fucking exhausted from that brutal sex that I just wanted to go to pass out. I fell into the deepest sleep after having the best sexual experience in my life.
I woke up to the bright sun baking me. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in the passenger seat of my stepdad's car, driving on the highway. I looked out the window at the passing desert landscape and felt at ease. I felt so safe with Brandon.
We were going home.
Tear Me Up
I was already two months behind on rent and the bills just kept piling up. I'd lost my job a few months back and it was almost impossible for me to find another. My savings ran dry a month ago and my credit cards were all maxed out. My landlord told me that if I couldn't come up with the rent, he was going to have to evict me. I was getting really desperate and I was prepared to do anything for money. Or so I thought.
I went to my best friend Sabrina for some cash because she helped me out the month before. We had known each other for long time but lately our friendship had become a little rocky. I still hadn't paid her back the few hundred she loaned me the previous month which was putting a strain on our relationship. I hated the way things were turning out. I felt like I was slowing losing grip on everything in my life. I was so scared of being homeless that I had to do something.
I went over to Sabrina's apartment and knocked on the door. I heard her undue a bunch of locks and then she creaked open the door. “Oh hi Kennedy! Come on in.” Sabrina opened the door all the way and let me in.
“Sorry Sabrina, I should have called before I came over but I needed to talk to you,” I said, giving her a small hug.
Sabrina's smile disappeared from her face. “Now wait Kennedy, I already loaned you money last month and you still haven't paid me back.
I interrupted, “I know Sabrina, you don't have to keep reminding me. I stay awake a night constantly thinking about it.” My eyes started to water and a few tears streamed down my cheek.
“Kennedy, we all know how hard the past few months have been for you. If I had the money, I would give it to you. You're my best friend and I hate to see you this way.” Sabrina grabbed me and hugged me hard.
I tried to stifle my tears. “What am I supposed to do? If I don't pay my rent, I'll be evicted.”
“Listen, I didn't want to tell you about this before but maybe it's time you talk to your parents.”
I pulled away from Sabrina and looked her in the eyes. “No way?!”
“I know you had a falling out but they might actually help you out.”
“I told you I was never going to speak to them again under any circumstances.
I turned to walk out the door and Sabrina stopped me. “Kennedy, I'm just trying to help.” I could see how sincere she was in her eyes. “Just call your parents.”
“Thanks for the help,” I replied sarcastically.
Sabrina went to the table by the door and pulled out a piece a paper. I watched as she wrote a name and number down. When she was done, she handed it to me and it said the name Jake above the phone number.
“Just give the number a call and ask to make an appointment.”
I gave Sabrina a hug. “Sorry I snapped at you. Thank you for trying to help.”
I closed the door behind me and let out a sigh.
I didn't want to come crawling back to my mom and stepdad.
Jake was my stepdad and we had a huge falling out before I moved away. I don't even remember what the argument was about but what I do remember was that my mom took his side and I hadn't talked to them since.
I went back to my apartment to figure out what to do next. I opened the fridge and as usual it was empty. It had been empty for the past couple of weeks but it was a force of habit to check to see if there was anything there. I sat down at the dinner table and imagined eating a huge steak dinner. I kept telling myself over and over in my head not to call my parents.
I went to my laptop and searched for job listings. I found a few that would work for me and sent my resume over. The problem was that I've sent my resume over to hundreds of companies and I hadn't heard a thing back from any of them. I wasn't going to give up though. My plan was to keep applying and hopefully I would get lucky.
Two weeks passed without a single job interview. My outlook seemed hopeless and I just wanted to crawl into a cave a die. I barely had enough money for food and to top it off, my power had been shut off. I really had hit rock bottom.
There was a knock at my door and I knew it could only mean one thing. I opened it up to reveal my landlord, Mr. Bushard. “Hey Kennedy, I'm stopping by because I need to know what's going on with your rent.”
“I know Mr. Bushard, its been tough for me lately and I'm really trying to scrounge up some cash for you.”
“I understand that you're having a difficult time and I'll give you one more week to get me the rent. Otherwise, I'll have to kick you out. I'm sorry it's come to that but there's nothing I can do.”
“Don't worry, I'll get you the money.” I closed the door and heard Mr. Bushard walking down the hallway. I sat down on my couch in front of the powerless TV and wondered what I would do. My parents were my last chance.
As much as I hated to surrender, I had to call them. I picked up the phone and hesitated before I dialed. I knew that once I did this, there would be no going back. I thought about it for a few seconds before I started punching the numbers in.
The phone rang a couple times and then a male voice picked up. “Hello?”
I was so nervous my palms were sweating. “Uh hi, Jake, it's Kennedy.”
“Oh hello,” he replied. I expected to hear a a hint of anger in his voice but there was nothing.
“Well um, I know it's been awhile but I need some help,” I said, twirling my hair.
“What's going on Kennedy?” He actually sounded concerned.
“I'm having a lot of money problems. I don't have enough for food or rent.”
“You don't have a job?” Jake asked.
“I did but I lost it. I've applied to over a hundred jobs but got nothing back.”
“Okay come back home and I'll help you out.”
“I don't have to drive all the way there. You can just send me a cash or check.”
“That's not how this will work, Kennedy. You come here or I won't help you out.”
I didn't have a choice. I was going to have to see Jake face to face. “I'll be there.”
“Be here tomorrow.” Jake hung up the phone before we could even say goodbye. I set the phone down and was shocked that I was really going to see him again.
I didn't get much sleep that night. I stayed awake in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, wondering what it was going to be like. Then the day came and my stomach was in knots. I went through my closet a half a dozen times looking for an outfit to wear. I finally decided on a skirt and a nice tank top.
I did my hair and makeup like I normally did. My mind was racing with everything that was going on and I just needed to sit down and relax. I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a vodka drink. I usually only had alcohol when I was out with friends or if I had a really bad day at work. This was one of those special occasions.
After feeling a little buzzed, I knew it finally time to go. I got in my car and drove to my hometown, feeling very nervous.
I drove into town and realized that nothing much had changed. All the old shops were still standing and in the same place. I recognized a few people walking on the sidewalk and almost waved at them but I knew they probably wouldn't remember me.
I pulled up to my familiar home and a rush of
memories flooded back to me. I remembered playing in the driveway, playing handball against the garage door. My mom would yell from the kitchen window to tell that dinner was ready.
I breathed in and out slowly and then walked up to the front door. I didn't know whether to just walk in or knock. It had been years since I'd been home. I pushed my finger on the doorbell button and waited patiently.
The door opened and Jake was standing there, as tall and handsome as ever. A smile appeared across his face and he took me in his arms. “It's been a long time, Kennedy.”
“I missed you too,” I said, stuffed into his shoulder. I looked passed him. “Where's Mom?”
“She's on vacation in Hawaii with some girlfriends. When I told her you were coming home, she was devastated. She misses you a lot too.”