My Filthy Father In Law

by Cassandra Dee

Cave shakes his head.

  “Good. Greta’s agreed to lead the next event that Lenny’s Lights is sponsoring at the Brookvale Branch Library, so hopefully, that’ll be a success.”

  I nod.

  “I’m glad she’s still involved. Who knew she wanted to quit Lenny’s Lights? I thought that as a mother, it would become her primary focus in life, but I guess everyone has their own priorities.”

  Cave nods thoughtfully.

  “I thought so too, but I’m glad Greta’s moved on, even if it’s in her own way. After all, we’ve moved on, that’s for certain,” he says, taking my hand in his.

  I smile at him, so grateful to have my family. Then, Cave leans over the table and gives me a kiss, his blue eyes dancing.

  “You know what else? This place is huge. I was thinking that we should have more kids to fill it up. You know, to make it lively and rambunctious. Maybe we could be like that crazy couple on TV that has eight kids. If they can do it, we can too.”

  “No, we can’t!” I giggle. “Besides, reality TV is bad news for relationships. You know that couple broke up right?”

  He shakes his head.

  “Really?”

  I nod.

  “Yeah, if it’s not the eight children, then it’s the cameras focused on you day in and day out. It’s stressful!”

  Cave nods, but his expression is hopeful as he looks into my eyes.

  “Still honey, I’d love to have more kids with you. Are you game? Would you consider it?”

  I giggle and bite my lip because actually, I just found out I’m pregnant again a few days ago, and I’ve been waiting for the right time to spring it on him.

  “Hold on just a moment because I have a surprise,” I say coyly before reaching under the table to pull out a wrapped box for him to open. A pretty purple bow sits on top. Cave stares at it with surprise but then rips into the present like a little boy at Christmas. Sure enough, inside the box is a framed picture of my most recent ultrasound, revealing my burgeoning pregnancy.

  When the handsome man looks at the picture, he shoots a look at our son and seems a bit confused. “Is this Tommy?”

  I giggle and shake my head. “Take a look at the date on the picture.”

  His mouth drops open in shock. “This is yesterday.”

  I nod my head, a huge smile breaking out on my face. “Surprise! I’m pregnant! You’re going to be a daddy again!”

  Cave lets out a holler and jumps up from the table before scooping me out of the chair and into his arms, twirling me around and kissing me all over the place. Once my cheeks, lips, and forehead are completely covered in Cave’s adoration, he puts me down and smiles. “Thank you honey,” he breathes. “I’m so grateful because this is the answer to my dreams. Also, I know this is going to seem staged, but I have a present for you too.”

  Then, he reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a beautiful, cushion-cut diamond ring, the rock huge as it sparkles under the light. My jaw goes slack and I gasp. “Are you going to…?”

  “You bet your ass I am.”

  Cave then gets down on one knee and presents the ring to me, his blue eyes brimming with joy. “Holly, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

  I bite my lip, overflowing with happiness, and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as I murmur the word “yes” over and over into his bronzed neck. Meanwhile, our son chortles happily, banging his tray with his spoon as if in applause.

  “Looks like Tommy approves of his mommy and daddy getting married,” chuckles Cave. Then he sits me down on his knee and slides the gorgeous ring on my left ring finger, the diamond twinkling under the sunlight. My eyes fill with tears as my eyes stare at the bauble.

  “Congratulations,” Cave murmurs in my ear. “I know I started out as your father in law, but now I’m your fiancé, your soon-to-be-husband, and your babydaddy too, all rolled into one.”

  “That’s a lot of roles,” I whisper, happiness filling my heart. But Cave merely kisses me again.

  “Yes, but I’m grateful to play them all,” the alpha male murmurs against my lips. “Always, Holly.” And with that, our love blossoms and our commitment is sealed under the bright rays of the afternoon sun.

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  THE END

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  Francine

  Francine decides to be bad during her first day at her new school.

  “You’re in room 224? Oh my gosh, so am I!” a high-pitched voice sings at the end of the hall.

  “Mom, no, we can’t put the microwave there, it has to go over there!” another voice snaps closer nearby.

  I gaze at the chaos in the hallway. There are boxes everywhere, bubble wrap, confused parents and excited teenage girls. As I look around, I couldn’t be more annoyed. All I see are girls flouncing around, happy as can be that they’re at this dumb school in the woods.

  I’ve always hated Moving Day. I was trying to relax in my room, but there was so much noise coming from outside that I had to see what was going on. But clearly, this commotion isn’t going to die down anytime soon, so I decide that it might be best for me to find somewhere quiet until this passes. Grabbing my laptop, I lock my room behind me and gingerly tiptoe through the mess in the hall.

  Once outside, I take a deep breath. The sky is blue and the sun is warm on my face. It’s a lot quieter out here, but it’s definitely too hot for me to sit at the picnic tables. I spot the library off in the distance and decide to head there. Hopefully, it’s quiet and peaceful, just what I need.

  The heavy glass door of the library slides open, and a blast of air conditioning greets me. Gratefully, I step inside. The librarian glances up briefly when I stroll in, but then goes back to reading her book. There’s no one else here that I can see, and I walk as far back as I can, trying my best to avoid anyone that could possibly come in and wreck my hard-won solitude.

  I find a little study nook, far from the front door. I have a great view of the grounds and there’s a comfortable little chair in front of a small worktable. I settle in and open my laptop, the screen blipping when it recognizes me. But instead of getting to work, a sigh escapes my lips.

  I look around and rue my current situation. How is it that I’m spending my senior year, the one that is supposed to be the best, as a transfer at a new school? And not just any new school, but Hawthorne Academy. Hawthorne Academy is a stuffy, snobby private school that I had never heard of until my dad told me I was coming here. When my friends and I looked it up on-line, it was this pretentious little place with uniforms and trust fund babies. Now, here I am, sticking out like a sore thumb.

  It’s not fair! I was shipped off to attend school here after some complete BS that happened through no fault of my own. I can still hear it in my mind now.

  You’re expelled.

  That the was the final word from my last principal at Greenwich High. I got caught cheating on a chemistry exam, but it wasn’t even my fault! I’m not very academic to begin with. School and I have never gotten along. I don’t know why, but as soon as I sit down to learn, I just lose focus. It’s like once I can understand the material, then I’m fine. But the whole process of sitting down to learn it is something completely different. Words dance before my eyes and nothing seems to compute no matter how hard I try.

  So I was already anxious about doing well on the exam. Chemistry is hard for me and my teacher is a complete bitch, if I say so myself. Then on top of all that, I was sick! Two days before the exam I had the worst cold ever, with a temperature and vomiting. There was no way I was going to be able to study and prepare. But when I talked to my teacher about it, she basically shrugged her shoulders and told me “too bad.” Mrs. Zermeno i
s lucky I didn’t vomit on her shoes right there.

  So when the day of the exam came around, I was horribly unprepared. My head still spun and honestly, I even had trouble walking.

  What other choice did I have? I slipped my study guide under my exam and peeked at it whenever I had a chance. It was a genius idea and I only got caught when I was trying to tuck the guide back in my backpack before turning my exam in. Of course, I was sent to the principal’s office immediately, and that asshole called my parents.

  I tried explaining the situation and even took my temperature before them to show that I really was genuinely sick. But Principal Hartman said I should have come to him if I’d been feeling so desperate. “The world doesn’t hinge on one exam,” is what he said and all that bullshit. He also told me that this was my third incident and so I was done.

  After that, my parents were pissed. Not at the school of course, but at me. So they took things into their own hands and shipped me up here. Bye, bye, Greenwich, Connecticut. Hello, Bumfuck Nowhere, Massachusetts. Not only do I have to attend school in the middle of the forest, but I have to wear a godawful uniform that makes me look like a cross between a schoolgirl and a porn star.

  I look down at myself and scoff again. I still can’t believe the girls here wear these ridiculous outfits. I have on a white blouse, a red plaid skirt, red knee socks, and black penny loafers. I look like I’m filming a remake of Britney Spears’ Hit Me Baby One More Time music video, but the porno version with my large breasts and full figure. It’s utterly insane.

  I stand up and stroll over to the large glass windows that overlook the lawn outside. Even though this place is awful, at least it’s beautiful. We’re in the middle of the woods in Massachusetts, and there are a couple of acres of grass for outdoor activities, plus a pool, tennis courts, and a hockey rink because for some reason, hockey is big at Hawthorne. But beyond that, there’re nothing but woods as far as the eye can see.

  Even when my parents were driving me up here, as mad as I was, I couldn’t help but appreciate the scenery. I had never seen that many trees before, so at least I knew my new school would be different. In Greenwich, it’s all about manicured lawns and stone mansions. But at Hawthorne, there’s a feeling of wildness. Anything could happen once you get lost in the woods.

  But back to my new life. I’m supposed to attend classes from 9 to 3 every day during the week before going to extracurriculars. There are no extracurriculars that excite me so far because they all seem pretty standard. I’d much prefer a book club focused on romance novels or maybe a writing group that meets to share stories we’ve authored, but so far, they have things like chess, Japanese language, and etiquette, whatever that is. All the girls board and there are no day students. That’s why everyone is bustling around trying move themselves in with their millions of boxes.

  Plus, I don’t know if I’m really going to make any friends. All the girls are so chipper, running around in their little uniforms like they don’t mind. I was so grateful when they told me I would be rooming by myself, which is probably the only perk of being a senior transfer. Maybe the administrative staff felt bad about my situation and decided to throw me a bone.

  As I continue staring out the window, I can’t help but feel angry about my situation all over again. It isn’t my fault about what happened. I can still see the disappointed look on my parents’ faces and their tone when they told me I was being sent to Hawthorne.

  “We just can’t deal with your shenanigans anymore, Francine. You’re going to boarding school because obviously, Greenwich High isn’t doing it. So start packing your things. We’ve already enrolled you,” Bob informed me. His statement was very short and to the point. I tried protesting, but he held a hand up, brooking no disagreement. Then my mom handed me a tape gun and a stack of boxes and I knew it was over.

  I cried the first night that I found out I was moving. All my friends were so upset, especially because this is our senior year! What the hell? But after that, I decided to start packing before my mother decided to do it for me and pack a bunch of stuff that I didn’t want.

  A couple of days ago, we loaded up my dad’s SUV and headed up here. Classes start tomorrow, so there was a lot of activity when I was moving in and that’s doubled today. But my parents barely even looked at the surroundings. They basically moved my stuff from the SUV into my room, and then left as quickly as possible. They barely even said goodbye, come to think of it. I understand that Joanne and Bob are disappointed in me, but still. I’m their only daughter. It’s almost like they don’t care.

  I shake off my anger and disappointment, and look around again. The library has high, arched ceilings with decorative moldings of astrological figures. There are tons of shelves lined with books covering almost every wall. I’m sitting off to the side, hidden behind some metal rolling bookshelves, and it’s dim, quiet, and peaceful. There’s clearly nobody around. Then I get an idea…

  I flip my laptop open and type in the URL to my favorite porn site. Instantly, a ton of videos pop up, and my eyes go wide. How these porn stars come up with these crazy positions is beyond me, but the girls are athletic and they’re able to do it. I can feel myself starting to get warmed up, and scrolling through the videos, I find one that really gets me turned on.

  It’s a man, and he’s hung like a horse. He’s got a mask on and he’s completely naked, showing off six pack abs, broad shoulders and powerful thighs. He’s laid out on a table and there’s a shapely woman wearing shiny black boots and a vinyl corset walking around him, teasing him with a crop as he listens. I’m instantly turned on as she wraps her mouth around his shaft, and the man groans, unable to move or do anything about it.

  I take another look around and prop my foot up on the table. Oh my god, this is so wrong! I can’t believe I’m doing this in the school library, but there’s no one to see, so why not? The hem of my skirt falls backwards into my lap, exposing my pink panties. I skim my fingers over the gusset, teasing myself, and sample the wetness on the cloth. Then I gently pull the panties to the side and reveal my wet slit before rubbing myself. It feels so good and releases so much tension, especially after the stressful couple of days I’ve had.

  I keep watching the video, admiring the woman doing whatever she pleases to the man as he lies there, helpless and hard as a rock. The more the the woman teases, the hornier I get. I rub faster and faster, trying to keep quiet but the pleasure is overwhelming me.

  I slip one finger inside of me and pump it along to the rhythm of the woman easing herself up and down the man’s shaft. The faster she goes, the faster I go. Tension builds up in my toes and continues to flow all the way until it reaches the pit of my stomach. Then my head drops back as sparkles run through my veins. One hand goes up to squeeze a nipple, and I let out a low moan as climax overtakes me. Oh god! It feels so good!

  Hot juices gush over my hand and I keep pumping as vibrations course through my body. At the same time, the man lets out a growl and erupts inside the woman, hot white seed dripping down between their bodies. I watch avidly, moaning more as my own climax pulses in rhythm to theirs.

  After I come all the way down, I sit in place, completely exhausted and sated. I feel so much more relaxed and at ease. That orgasm was just what I needed to forget where I was for a second, which is this hellhole. I’m dripping wet and move my panties back in place to stop any of the fluid from seeping down my legs, although I like it, to be honest.

  Suddenly, voices interrupt my private session. Quickly, I exit out of the porn site on my computer and straighten my clothes. I smile to myself at how bad I just was and how I was able to get away with it. The voices fade out of range once more, and I consider pleasing myself again, bad girl that I am. But I decide against it because I don’t want to push my luck.

  Defying the rules just this once was enough. Maybe next time, I’ll be even more naughty and take off more of my clothes for a sassy session. But today, we’re good. I look around, surveying the room one more time, an
d a gleam catches my eye. I frown. Hmm, weird. There’s a small black semicircle attached to the ceiling in one corner, and for a second, I think it could be a camera. But when I look at it again, it just looks like a part of the decor. I giggle to myself, wondering what someone would think if they saw what I just did. They’d probably gawk, stare, and then expel me all over again. I’d deserve it too.

  I pack up my things and head back over to my dorm. Finally, the craziness has died down a little. At this point, parents are getting ready to leave, and they’re hauling trash to the dumpsters while kissing their little girls goodbye. I feel a twinge of sadness, seeing all the affection that these girls are getting. Their parents actually seem worried about their daughters, unlike Bob and Joanne. Let’s be honest: my parents were just happy to get me off their hands.

  I shake off the bad juju and walk into my room, closing the door on my loud new neighbors. I figure that tomorrow is going to be really busy, so the best thing for me to do is grab a nap when I can.

  I turn on my favorite song, lie down, and drift off into a nice slumber wondering what else Hawthorne will bring.

  To be continued …

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  Harlow

  Harlow decides to be a bad girl her first day on the job.

  Jane went shopping with me last week for work clothes because she said I had nothing appropriate. I’m thankful, because my friend is right. All my so-called “work clothes” were shabby and too tight. I put on the freshman fifteen and then the sophomore twenty, so I’m a bigger girl now. New clothes were definitely needed.

  Now, I pull up to Kombuchaid headquarters in a pale gray skirt suit and white lace blouse. My leather messenger is by my side, and I swing it over one shoulder while getting out of my car. I’m still awkward in heels, mincing across the parking lot, but at least they make me feel taller and more confident.