by Jamie Knight
I loved green spaces. And I used to love it when Daddy would take me to the country club. It wasn’t much, but it still gave me a chance to connect to nature. Garrett would play with me in the surrounding woods while the grown-ups did whatever they did there.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Chad asked, squeezing me tight as we cuddled under a blanket near the ponds.
“Absolutely,” I said, wiping away a tear, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
We hadn’t had sex again, even though we had the whole weekend away from work to get down to it. I wondered if maybe Chad had regretted what we’d done as if he was taking responsibility for something wrong or something changing. That would be just like him.
The thing was, something had changed, and I wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Auntie Blair asked, cutting to the chase as usual.
“I love Chad,” I said at the breakfast table Monday morning.
“Isn’t that good news? You look like your puppy just died.”
“Yes, yes it is good news, except—”
“Your daddy won’t be happy about his little princess marrying a mechanic.”
I nodded and dropped my head into my arms. “Yeah.”
“Well, you know how I feel about the matter.” My aunt put her hands on her hips.
“Yup,” I agreed.
“And that I think you should tell your daddy to go eat his hat.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Auntie Blair really did have a way with words. While likely not making much sense to most folk, ‘go eat your hat’ was a grave insult among the Dunn clan. Which Auntie Blair knew all too well.
I just wished I could be so bold. I wanted to be brave, to tell my daddy precisely what I wanted and what I thought, and hang the consequences. I wanted to but wasn't at all convinced that I could. I’d never disappointed my daddy so much and was afraid if I stood up to him, he might have a heart attack right then and there. He wasn't called ‘Big Earl’ ironically, like ‘Little John.’ He’d taken to carrying a doctor sanctioned emergency defibrillator in the trunk of his limo as an emergency precaution. I wanted to stand up to my daddy, not kill him. Though the two seemed to be dangerously linked.
The whole sad drama replayed in my head every night. All my dad had done for me. He had forever spoken about how I would marry Art and waxing poetic about how blissfully happy we were going to be. He really seemed to believe it too. His God complex apparently extended to thinking his will would always be done. Daddy had hijacked my mind or was trying to, though my body and my will were all mine. I had given them over to Chad.
I was nearly bouncing up the street. It was the first official workday since our secret picnic, and I was buzzing to see him again. We both knew we had to be careful. Society would have some pretty specific things to say about our pairing, few of them complimentary. So, we kept things on the down-low. Even though we both knew what was really happening.
The only thing that would have made it better would be if Chad would fuck me again. I really wanted him to, even if I didn’t have the nerve to say it. I got the feeling he was treating me gently for fear of breaking my heart, blissfully unaware that he was filling it with love.
It came on suddenly, like a hurricane that all the sensors missed. I was bent over a car, replacing an old battery, when the office door flew open. Chad stormed out, looking unmistakably pissed. Even Will looked a bit worried.
“Nina, get in here now!” he bellowed.
All heads turned to me as I slunk toward the office, my head hung low. I actually was scared. I didn’t know what I’d done, but he seemed really pissed off.
“W-what’s the matter, s-sir?” I asked, fighting tears as he closed and locked the door.
“Nothing at all, sweetheart,” he said, with a smile letting me know everything was alright.
He pulled me close and kissed me lovingly. I giggled a bit as I enthusiastically returned his affections, tears of joy beginning to flow. It had been a ruse to get me alone, and I couldn’t be happier.
As we kissed, Chad took out his big hard cock and wrapped my hand around it. I pulled back from the kiss and looked down at his cock as it softly throbbed in my hand.
Chad unzipped and pulled up my shirt and bra, tenderly playing with my breasts as I stroked him. Making me moan as he touched my super-sensitive nipples. He kissed me to keep me quiet. It was a considerable risk fucking during opening hours but also thrilling. It was the naughtiest thing I’d ever done, and I loved every second of it.
“Get on your knees,” he whispered.
I dropped like a marionette whose strings had been cut, taking his long cock as far into my mouth as I could without choking. Chad gently removed my cap and took hold of my ponytail as I started to suck him, savoring the warm fullness of his cock in my mouth. It was surprisingly comforting.
He lightly controlling my movements as I worked his thick cock in my little mouth. Chad tilted my head back, my mouth wide open, so I could receive his load in controlled volleys. This worked a lot better than the initial deluge approach, and I got it all in my mouth, easily swallowing with a smile.
“Your turn,” he said, shoving my hanging overalls all the way down and unfastening my jeans.
Before I knew it, my jeans and panties joined my overalls around my ankles, and Chad was on his knees and in front of me, devouring my pussy. I leaned back against the desk for support, pressing my palms against the cool, smooth top as he devoured me. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out, particularly as I started to orgasm. Rather than getting leg trembling, bone-shaking, earth-shattering orgasm like I was used to, I had three — all in a row. I was still pretty innocent about the possibilities of sex and had never heard of multiple orgasms. Let alone thought I’d ever have them.
Chad was a sweetheart, as usual, stroking my pussy with one hand while gently covering my mouth to keep me from screaming as the pleasure shot through me. It seemed like it was never going to end.
“Good girl,” he kept whispering while kissing my cheek.
When I had recovered, my boss turned me around and bent me over the desk, sweetly stroking my pussy to get me ready. Rather than just ramming it in and fucking me from behind, Chad was careful and gentle. Getting down on his knees again and eating my pussy from behind, both hands firmly on my hips as he did so. I learned how to stay quiet, so he didn’t have to cover my mouth again.
The entire desk shook with my orgasm, but thankfully, nothing fell off. Chad kept a tidy workspace, so there wasn’t much up there in the first place. Stroking my pussy with his palm, my handsome lover stood behind me and got into position. Innocent as I was, I still knew what was coming. Nonetheless, I even gasped when he stroked the head of his cock against my pussy.
Keen to re-confirm my willingness, I reached back with both hands and spread my pussy for him. His cock slipped in with ease. It helped that I was already super wet from his lovely tongue.
Taking me by my bare hips, Chad started to move, pumping my little pussy with long, slow strokes to get me used to it. Even though I wasn’t a virgin anymore, I still appreciated his care. I was still very tight and just as sensitive as I’d been before losing my cherry.
Gradually, he picked up speed, and it got to the point that it was difficult for me to stay quiet. Small squeaks and moans of unbridled pleasure came out of me before I had time to stop them. Chad gave me his thumb to suck, which worked like a charm. My mouth busy sucking it vigorously as he pumped my pussy from behind until we both came.
No one downstairs had any idea of what was happening.
I loved my life in El Paso but was still so damn confused about what I was going to do.
Chapter Seventeen - Chad
There were several feelings I only really knew about by description. For most of my life, confusion was one of these. Even when my mom left dad and me in the lurch, I understood why. I didn’t like it, or really her very much, but I under
stood it. She wanted more money, and Dad was never going to be able to provide that. I was a bit baffled as to why she married him in the first place if all she wanted with money, but that question had its own set of answers — none of them very nice.
Nina was a puzzle I couldn’t even begin to solve. Not by myself. It seemed like such a contradiction yet still existed nonetheless. What was more, I was starting to have feelings for her, feelings I’d never had for anyone before. It was becoming clear I was going to need an outside opinion, or I might go mad trying to figure it out.
“Hey, man,” John said, picking up on the first ring.
“Feel like going out tonight?” I asked.
“Of course, Lay Muerte Grande?”
“La Muerte Grande,” I agreed.
The old little Mexican pace with the possibly mistranslated name had become our favorite spot. It helped that I didn’t get hassled there. It wasn’t on the map of my new and ever-lengthening list of enemies.
I spotted John’s Camaro as I pulled into the lot. Sparking suspicions that he had been there all along. He was in the throes of planning a wedding and was likely looking for any reason to escape. No matter how much he loved his future wife.
“Well, aren’t you pleased as punch,” John teased, sliding a beer toward me.
I was about to protest when I realized that he was right and to deny it would be an outright lie. Something I tried to never do with anyone. I’d seen the pain that could be caused by dishonesty.
“Shelly’s here,” John offered.
“Who?”
“The cute skeleton with the nice chest you were making predator eyes at.”
“Predator is a bit much,” I muttered, without much conviction, but when I didn’t look around, John frowned.
“What’s up?” he asked, looking very perplexed.
There really was no way to get anything past him. Not that I minded too much. I was desperate to tell someone about what was happening with Nina, and he’d given me a perfect opening.
“I’m in a jam, man.”
“Go on.”
Okay, this was more difficult. There really was no easy way to admit I’d take the virginity of my 21-year-old trainee and was continuing to be with her.
“It’s a girl,” I said.
John’s face didn’t change. “Notice my complete lack of shock.””
“Okay, that’s fair. This is serious, though.”
“How serious? Near-death serious or going to jail serious?”
“Nothing that bad. I’ve decided to try an intern program at the garage. Pick up the slack now that I’m short-staffed.”
“Bet Will loved that,” John smirked.
“Not really, not at first anyway, but that is part of the problem.”
“What’s the rest of the problem?”
“Nina,” I said, in a way that could be described as dreamy.
John raised his eyebrows. “A female intern?”
“A 21-year-old trainee,” I corrected, “and I took her virginity. She was gone in the morning.”
“Isn’t that what you prefer?” John asked, not unfairly.
I shrugged. “Usually, yes, but Nina is different. I like being with her, and the biggest concern I had about seeing her at work was if she was okay with what happened.”
“Sounds like you’re in love,” John said with a wink.
“I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean. Up until last week, I was fine with a girl fucking and fleeing. Preferred it, actually. When Nina wasn’t there, I thought something had gone wrong, that I’d hurt her, or she regretted her decision or something.”
“Almost like you care about her,” John teased.
“Yeah, I do,” I admitted, to myself as much as my old friend, “but that’s not all of it.”
“Interesting, do tell.” He sat back and took a swig of his beer.
“Well, she speaks French.”
He laughed. “Scandalous. Dump her immediately.”
“I’m serious. Besides, it’s not that she was speaking French. It was the context.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Was it dirty French?”
“No, that I wouldn’t have minded. Not that I would know anyway. It was the sort of trick Mom used to pull before she left, and I recently found out that Nina was born rich.”
“I’m still confused as to what the problem is. She’s not your mom, and she wasn’t born with two heads.”
Well, damn, if he was going to put it that way, I didn’t see what the problem was either. Not that I could put my finger on, anyway. There seemed to be more to Nina than met the eye, and I wondered what it was. She said she wasn’t rich herself, but I wondered if I could separate her from her family money. Dunn was a big name in Texas and one that came with a lot of baggage.
“I think something is going on with her but can’t figure out what. I care about her more than anyone before, but it seems like she is hiding something.”
“Ask her,” John said, as though it was the easiest thing in the world. “The worst thing you can do is keep things bottled up. You should know that better than anyone.”
He was right, of course. He was usually, particularly in terms of human relationships. I vowed to have it out with Nina and clear the air. It was the only way we could really move forward.
Chapter Eighteen - Chad
It wasn’t easy to bring up, mostly because I didn’t want the guys to hear. Waiting in my office until I heard Will leave, I finally emerged, hoping Nina would be waiting up for me. My little darling didn’t disappoint me, and I found her re-arranging the tools on the hooks to make it look like she was busy. Even in her overalls, she looked really sexy. Unable to resist, I went up quietly behind her and gently squeezed her sweet ass in both hands.
“Hey,” I said, kissing her on the cheek.
“Hi,” she said with a sweet welcoming smile.
Nina turned in my grasp and put her arms around my neck, standing on her tip-toes, so we could kiss properly with tongues and everything. She had improved by leaps and bounds from the first time at the bar. I couldn’t help but feel proud of her progress.
“Any plans for this afternoon?” I asked, caressing her cheek.
“No, sir,” she said, nuzzling into my hand.
“Now, now, we’ve talked about that. How on earth can I fuck you with you calling me sir?”
“Sorry, Chad.”
“Better,” I said, rewarding her with a kiss.
I had the picnic basket hidden in the back of my truck. It was only a matter of Nina calling her aunt, so she wouldn’t worry, and getting to the chosen spot. There was a secluded field over by the border I’d found as a kid. I’d never seen anyone else there, and it would give us the privacy we needed.
Nina took off her overalls as we drove, stowing them in the bag she brought. She looked sexy as ever in fitted jeans and a plain white T-shirt. The clothing, despite being perfectly modest, still managed to make her tits look even more memorable.
“See anything you like?” she asked, catching me staring.
“Sure do, sweetness,” I said, getting my eyes back on the road.
We got to the field, our boots making imprints in the fresh green grass. It was almost cute how Nina wore steel-toes for every occasion, despite the fact she was a bit awkward in them like she wasn’t quite used to the weight despite them being her size. I had the impression she wouldn’t have been more comfortable in high heels. Though, to be fair, I wasn’t sure how well I could have gotten around in high heels either.
It was difficult to see things from someone else’s perspective, but I was doing my best. I really wanted to understand Nina, which seemed, in my limited estimation, like it might be something like love.
I spread out the checked picnic blanket in one smooth movement, Nina graced herself onto it. I had fully intended to get into her past, but fate had different ideas. It could have been partly my fault for packing yogurt.
Inevitably she got some on her chin, and dammit, if I didn’t have the irrepressible urge to clean it away with my tongue.
As such things often went, licking turned to kissing, and kissing went onto the mounting — sweet Nina flat on her back, my body unquestionably between her legs.
As we made out, our tongues blissfully meeting, Nina started to rub herself against me. I could have sworn I could feel the warmth of her pussy through the material of our jeans. An action backed up by her breaking our kiss just long enough to take off her shirt and bra.
It was like a magnetic force. My mouth was drawn irresistibly to her hard nipples. Nina moaning contentedly with each gentle suck. I pushed things a little further, unfastening her jeans. Nina responded by taking my hand and putting it down in there, making her consent clear.
I slipped two fingers into her warmth, still paying attention to her tits, treasuring every moan and movement as I pleasured her sweet young body.
There was something different about being with Nina. I’d known it from the first time we’d kissed but couldn’t quite define it until right then. Every time we touched, and every orgasm she had, it seemed entirely new for her, like it was a process of education and discovery. Which made sense considering I was the first one to ever touch her.
She was just beginning to learn about sex and pleasure practically, and I was the one teaching her. It was a big responsibility, but one I was willing to take on. It also explained why I continued to be so careful with her, even after I’d popped her cherry. I wanted her to know I would never hurt her and only wanted her to feel good.
“Can I take your pants off, sweetness?” I asked as she sucked my fingers after she orgasmed.
“Yes, please!” she enthused.
Up and off her sexy jeans went, followed closely by her boyish briefs. Her legs falling back down and apart, giving a full view of her tasty pussy. I dove in ravenously, licking and sucking her tender pink lips like a starving man, putting a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Deciding this was a bit too rough, I offered her my thumb, which she sucked greedily, giving me an idea.