My Stepdad

Book 1: My Stepdad
Book 2: Pop Her Cherry
Book 3: Two Girls One Guy
Book 4: Win Her Stepbrother

Book 1: My Stepdad
by Cory Garcia

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Erotic, for adults, 18+ only

This book is a work of fiction.  Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

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Table of Contents

My Life
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four

My Life

- 18 years and 291 days ago: Born to this world

- 17 years and 128 days ago: Said “mama”

- Yesterday: Fucked my stepdad Ryan.  Oops!

Chapter One

My mom, Stella, has too much romance hormone.  She keeps moving from husband to husband, always seeing the next one the best.
So, I end up having a bunch of stepdads.  They are all “absolutely gorgeous” as Mom puts it.
How much do I care about who my dad is?  Not a tiny bit.  When my mom divorced my first dad, I was only a two-year old.  By the age of five, I was living with my third dad.  By the age of twelve, I stopped counting.
Appleton is a small Wisconsin city.   It has only 33,000 people.  So, it’s possible Mom may bump into one of her ex-husbands when walking on the downtown streets.
Now I’m eighteen.  All I can tell you is that my latest dad, Ryan, has successfully lived with my mom for almost five years.  This is unbelievably long compared to my other dads, who only lasted up to two and a half years—including the six to eight months getting divorced.
In the last three months, I have heard raised voices and broken dishes but nothing is violent.  Ryan seems to have a really cool head.  He stays cool no matter what Mom says.  I feel so sorry for him because he doesn’t know Mom is going to get rid of him regardless how good he is as a husband and father.
As a teenage girl, I have my own life.  I have friends.  I’m getting ready to go to college.  I want to enjoy every moment of my high school life in the coming summer vacation.

The water is hot.  I close my eyes and let the water splash down my whole body.  The shower is now a sauna.
I open my eyes, pick up the Head and Shoulders from the stool, and squeeze out a large pile on my hand.  I close my eyes, scratching my hair with both hands.  Bubbles flow down with the water, covering my whole body.
I run my hands down my body.  My skin feels like silk and smells like rose.
It’s three thirty in the afternoon.  I’m the only one in the whole house.  I like the peace and quiet.  I feel like I own the whole house.  It is surely a waste to spend the time on homework.  So I always do things that are more valuable and exciting.  Homework time is after the dinner—when Dad is watching his sports news and Mom is doing dishes.
I like to take a hot shower.  When the water runs down, it massages my body like thousands of soft fingers.  Every pore of my skin gets excited.  Closing my eyes, I can think about anything I want, and do anything without being heard by anyone.

Like other young girls, I have my own dreams.  I am waiting for my prince to come and kiss me.  I’m ready to give my body to him—a perfectly smooth and flawless body.
I know I’m not the most beautiful in the class but my body is really hot.  At the age of fifteen, I was so embarrassed to discover my boobs were much bigger than other girls’.  But soon, I learned that they were a great asset.
Now I’m eighteen.  My boobs stick out even more.  They are entertaining to guys.  But these boobs give me pain.  Seriously.  Real pain.  My neck and back are painful and sore all the time.  I have a hard time getting good sleep every night.  Think about putting so many pounds of meat on your chest all night, that’s how I feel.
I won’t say I have a magic body but I’m very happy with my body indeed.  My butt is solid but big.  My legs are long and shapely.  My whole body is a big, curvy S.  Each time I see my naked body in the mirror, I almost fall in love with that me.

Believe it or not, my sexual life is a total disaster.  I gave my virginity to the hottest boy in my class.  He is the cute boy every girl throws herself at but he likes me.  At the very beginning, I turned him down because he looks like a cute puppy.  He keeps begging.   Then, of course, as you might have guessed, I said yes.
This cute boy is a total joke.  First of all, his dick is as soft as his body.  He has a hard time to get into my pussy.  I spread my legs as wide as possible.  I try to push the dick into my pussy with my hands.  It’s not romantic at all.
Then he rides on me like nothing.  Seriously, I don’t feel anything at all.  Soon, he begins to moan.  I look at him, wanting to laugh.
Two and a half minutes later, it’s all over. The hot boy falls off my body, and falls asleep right away.
That’s my first time.
I have tried a couple more times with other boys but they don’t know how to treat a pretty girl with real need.  Come on, guys, a girl needs to be fucked hard!
Unfortunately, these teenage boys are too young.  They have no experience at all.  They don’t know how to turn a girl on.  More importantly, they don’t know how to hold on long enough to give the girl at least one orgasm.
I believe mature guys can do a much better job.  By accident, I discover this amazing fact.  I’ve heard my mom moaning and growling for over an hour.  She must be enjoying her sex with my stepdad, Ryan.  Maybe that’s why my mom has kept him for so long.

Not having good sex is not a total disaster.  After the bad experiences, I’ve lost my interest in those boys.  I’m now relying on my hands and vibrators to satisfy myself anytime and anywhere I want.  I don’t need those boys, seriously.
Shower time is the best time to satisfy my hungry body.  I run my fingers through my hair carefully, and turn my head left and then right slowly to wash away all the bubbles.
I move my hands slowly down, from my cheeks, to my neck, and then my boobs.
I touch my boobs with my fingers, giving them a gentle massage.  I turn my fingers in circles, while pushing down slightly to give my nipples more excitement.
My nipples swell. They stand up like grapes ready to harvest, big and round.  I close my eyes, and an imaginary boyfriend come to my mind.  He is muscular.  He smiles big time.  But I can’t see his face clearly.
My imaginary boyfriend grabs my breasts, massaging them really hard.  He drives my hands into action right away.  I feel he is sending his manly hormone energy to my boobs.
My boobs swell.  They grow bigger and harder.  My body is electrified.  I begin to moan.  My hands work hard.
Then my imaginary boyfriend moves his hands down slowly.  They land on my wanting pussy and rub gently.
I lean on the wall, putting one leg on the stool.  The juice drips out.  I slide one finger between the lips, picking some the juice and spreading it on my clit.
I run my index finger on my clit lightly.  I am turned on.  I groan loud, pushing a bit harder on my clit, and massaging it with my index and middle fingers.
My orgasm attacks.  I almost black out.  Blood runs all the way to the top of my head.  My ears are full of humming noises.  I can’t hear or see anything.
I’m a bit scared but I don’t stop.  My second orgasm attacks.  I slow down my massage.  Bit by bit, the real world comes back.
I turn off the water and walk out of the shower.  I grab the tower to dry my body as fast as I can.  I’m now cold.  I open the bathroom door, and run back to my bedroom, all naked.
I jump in my bed and slide my body under the covers.
Soon, I feel warm again.
I don’t want to waste a single second of my time.  Opening the drawer of the nightstand, I pull out my pink vibrator, and turn it on right away.
I run the vibrator on my boobs with my left hand, while fingering my clit and folds with my right hand.
I then turn the speed up a bit more.  I feel my imaginary boyfriend is now sucking my boobs really hard.  His cock is running on my pussy.
I turn the vibrator one speed up, pushing it slowly into my pussy.
My imaginary boyfriend’s thick dick is deep in my body now, fucking me really hard.
I turn my vibrator to full speed and tighten my thighs.  The strong vibration gives me a huge orgasm attack right away.
I moan loud, holding my thighs tight.
I close my eyes.  My whole body drifts into the world of fantasy.

Suddenly, someone speaks at the door.  It’s my stepdad.

Chapter Two

I freeze!  Oh. My. Gosh!  Did I close my door?  I raise my head to take a look.  The door is closed.
My orgasm disappears completely.  The vibrator is still running.  I pull it out and turn it off.  I lie still, hoping that Dad won’t find out that I’m at home.
“Stella, isn’t it true you lied to me?”  Dad sounds angry.
“Ryan, this is a small accident, okay?” Mom’s voice is calm and cold.
“Is this really an accident?  Or it’s all arranged since the day we got married?”
“Ryan, is this really important now?  I don’t love you anymore.  Okay?  I want to have my way and enjoy my life.”
“What about Kate?”
“Kate can take care of herself.  She can choose to live with you or me.  She’s going to college this year.  So she won’t need us anyway.”
“Stella, we need to talk.”
“By all means.”
They go into their room and close the door.  After a while, they calm down a bit.  I can still hear them talking, but can’t figure out what they are talking about.
I put on my pajamas quickly, open the door slightly, and peek out.  I can’t see anything.   But now I can hear Dad is pleasing and Mom is saying no.
After a long while, Mom comes out of the room, pulling a large roller case.
“Stella, can you please wait ‘til Kate is home?”
“I will call her tonight,” Mom keeps moving.
Dad helps Mom to get the roller case down stairs.  The front door opens and then closes.  The house is now quiet.
I hate my mom.  I really hate her.  She is dumping us like a piece of trash.  She doesn’t even want to wait for me to come home to say goodbye.  What kind of mom does this?

When Ryan becomes my new dad, I don’t like him at all.  I still love my previous dad.  This Ryan is a total stranger to me and I want him to disappear.  In fact, I hate him.  I believe that because of him, Mom got rid of my previous dad.
But I have to admit that Ryan is such a great father.  He tries his best to give me everything a dad can—except for my birth.
We go biking a lot.  I’m not a big fan of sports but biking with my new dad is really fun.  We ride down the trails, laughing and chasing.
Sometimes, I fall.  Dad never helps me pick up my bike.  He always says, “Kate, you can do it.”  His voice is full of confidence.  His smile is so encouraging.  He waits patiently ‘til I’m ready to go again.  Then our chasing continues.
Is Dad a good husband?  I would think so.  Mom always says he is gorgeous.  That means Mom is happy with her new husband, right?
There is one thing Dad doesn’t know about their relationship.  Dad wants to have his own baby.  Mom pretends that she wants to have a new baby, too.  She even bought those books on how to get pregnant and talked about the “plan” with Dad many times.
I know her plan.  The real one.
The plan is simple and effective.  She wants to change husbands about every three years.  It seems that Ryan is exceptionally gorgeous.  So, Mom has kept him for almost five years.
Now, Mom moved out suddenly.  I’m quite sure everything has been well planned for a long time.  Think about it.  Mom doesn’t have the kind of money to stay in a hotel for long.  So she must have arranged a place to stay.  Based on my experience, she’s most likely with her boyfriend now.  I really don’t want to think about what they are doing at the moment but I’m sure she won’t have the time to call me now.

Dad doesn’t come upstairs.  I really hope he doesn’t feel too bad at the moment.  I feel like I should do something for him.
I go downstairs.  I see him sitting on the rocking chair, rocking back and forth.  Beside him is a beer bottle on the floor.
“Dad?”
Dad opens his eyes. “You are home, Kate?”  He sounds calm but a bit sad.
I sit down on the big couch near him.  “Sorry, Dad, I have been at home for a while.”
“So… you heard everything?”
“Pretty much.  Sorry, Dad.”
“No sorry, Kate.  I think we will be okay.”
He takes a big sip of the beer, looking into the distance, thinking…
After a while, he turns to me and asks, “Kate, would you like to stay with me, or do you want to live with your mom?”
For me, the answer is simple.  This is my home.  I love my dad.  I’m not going anywhere.
“Dad, I’m staying with you.  Do you want me to stay?”
“Sure, Kate.”
I give Dad a big hug. “I can take care of you.  I can do a better job than Mom.”
Dad looks at me, smiling. “Kate, you are such a sweet girl.”
“Maybe I can be a better wife for you, too.” I don’t know why I said that.  My face turns all red.
“Thank you, Kate!  One day, you will understand.” Dad looks a bit happier.
I grab a juice from the fridge and come back.  I sip my juice, looking at the blank TV.
After a while, Dad smiles and says, “Kate, remember the time you fell in the water?”
Of course I remember.  It is a fun ride.  Dad and I are biking down the trail along a creek.  Suddenly, I lose my balance and drop into the water.  I get wet.  Dad jumps in.  Our bike riding turns into water fighting.
“Yeah, Dad, that was real fun,” I say, “Do you want to go for a ride now?”
“Now?”
“Yeah.”
“Why not?” Dad stands up. “Let’s go.”
We get the bikes from the garage, put on the helmets, and off we go.
The trail is long.  We ride slowly, chatting.
“Kate, have you decided on your major?”
“Not quite.  I may start with life science and then see what I really like.”
“That’s a great idea.  Maybe one day, you will become a doctor.  And you will be the first doctor in our family.”  Dad’s smile vanishes the moment he mentions the word family.
This is Dad’s first marriage.  He has tried so hard to be a good dad and a good husband but now, the family is falling apart.
“Yes, Dad, I will become the first doctor of our family.”  I put a lot emphasis on our family. “I want to be a family doctor with my own clinic.  You can book an appointment at home, of course.”
Dad and I look at each other.  His smile is relaxing.  Wrinkles show at the corner of his eyes, making him look so mature and manly.
I really don’t understand why Mom wants to leave such a gorgeous husband.  Dad is responsible, charming, and funny.  His jokes make Mom and I laugh all the time.  “Ryan, please stop!” Mom needs a break to catch her breath.
Dad has a very good job, too.  It pays well.  Like other families, we have a mortgage but we don’t have to worry about paying the bills.  We take vacations regularly.  We do BBQs and other fun stuff.
We live on our dream land—until Mom decides to move on with her new exploration of romance and excitement.
So why did Mom make the decision?  Is it because her emotional cycle kicks in like her period, taking control of her body?  Or is it something else?
Dad served in the Army for almost fifteen years.  He was well disciplined.  In his mind, everyone has a commander to give orders.  The one receiving the order has to obey one hundred percent.

On the other hand, Mom likes surprises.  She doesn’t like plans.  She can drive back to the same grocery store three times in a row to pick up something.  She never worries if I get up in time to catch the school bus.  If I’m late, she gets Dad to give me a ride.  If I don’t have time to eat my breakfast at home, she will get something quick for me to eat on the bus or in the car, such as a bowl of cereal with no milk.

Dad likes to let Mom be his commander.  However, this commander always gives confusing orders.  For example, she would yell, “Ryan, can you please drive Kate to school?  She missed the bus again,” and then, “Hurry up, Ryan, you are going to late for work.”
So, how could Dad possibly to do both at the same time?  Don’t forget, I’m still trying to get out of my bed.  Worse, the school is twenty minutes away in a totally different direction than Dad’s office.
Sometimes, Mom would call to tell Dad or me that she needs to stay late at the office.  That, in fact, is an order, too: “Go ahead doing your cooking and eating without me.”  After a while, both Dad and I can make pretty good meals.
One thing I noticed is that Mom stays late at the office a lot more often in recent months.  Sometimes, it is as late as one or two o’clock in the morning.  Dad is not very happy.

“Kate.”
“Yeah?”
“When you are in college, can you please come back to visit once in a while?”
“I will, Dad.  This is my home.”
We get close to where I fell into the water.  There are big trees.  We ride down the shady trail.  One bird chirps.  Many others follow.
“Dad, see, I fell right there,” I point to the creek about fifty yards away.
The creak turns here.  There are bushes covering our view.  Dad and I get off our bikes.  We walk into the bushes to take a clear look.

We freeze.

Mom is in the creek with a man.  She wears only a black bra and a g-string.
The man is semi-bald.  He is teasing Mom with kisses on Mom’s breasts.
Mom tosses her head back, totally relaxed.
Suddenly, he pulls off Mom’s bra.  Mom’s boobs spring out like two big balls.  The man pushes his lips down on Mom’s nipple.
Dad grabs my hand.  We turn around and walk away quickly.  We get on our bikes, heading back home.
We come back to the living room.  “Dad!” I try not to cry.
Dad looks at me, holding my hand gently. “Kate, it’s okay.  Your mom is happy.”
I feel sad, and then angry.  How could Mom dump Dad for a semi-bald dude?  I always thought Mom was really lucky to marry Dad.
Is Dad pretending?  Why did he say it’s okay?  It’s not okay.  I know it’s not.  I don’t think any man can tolerate the betrayal and cheating.
Dad is such a gentleman.  He likes to be cool and make me feel good, but inside, he must feel terrible at the moment.  His face is all pale, his body is trembling.
I feel sorry for Dad.  I believe I can comfort him.
I stand up from the couch, step forward, sit on Dad’s lap, and wrap my arms around his neck.
Dad tries to push me away.
I push my lips down own his.
He turns his head aside.  My lips lands on his cheek.
He stands up, trying to push me away as far as he can.
I hold him tight and give him one more kiss.
Dad holds my shoulders and kisses my forehead. “Kate, thank you!  Let’s stay cool, okay?”
I blush.  I sit back to the couch and look at the floor.  I know I overreacted.  Sure, I want a husband as good as Dad, but do I really want to replace Mom and have Dad be my husband?  I feel sorry for what happened to Dad.  I’ve subconsciously played a wife role.  Is this really a role I want?  I don’t know, but one thing is for sure, I feel different now.  I feel very good to stay close with Dad.  I feel Mom leaving the house is a good thing for all of us.
I raise my head.  Dad is looking at me, smiling.  His face is no longer pale.  His soldier confidence returns to his eyes and his body.
“Kate,” Dad says softly. “You have a long way to go in your life.  You have a much brighter future than…” He pauses for a short moment to find the proper wording. “Than ours.” He didn’t say mine.
Dad is trying to protect me.  I know that.  But it really hurts me at the moment.  I have my feelings and passion.  I want to go with it.  I want to let my feelings and passion to carry me where it wants.
Am I falling in love with my dad?  I’m not so sure but I have no control at all.  Sure, he’s legally my dad at the moment.  He is still married to my mom.  But how much does that matter?  Does the marriage certification still mean a lot when my Mom is cheating on Dad?

Chapter Three

The phone rings.  Dad picks up the phone. “This is Ryan.”  He listens for a moment and then speaks calmly, “Hi, Stella.”
“Mom.”  I look at the clock on the wall.  It’s almost seven o’clock now.  I guess she has had enough fantasy with that semi-bald man and now she remembers to give us a call.
“Kate, Mom wants to talk with you.”  Dad hands me the phone and walks upstairs.  I pull Dad’s hand, trying to get him stay with me, but he pulls his hand away, winks at me, and then walks away.
“Mom?” I try to pretend I do not know what’s going on.  My heart is raging.
“Hi, honey, how are you doing?”  She sounds like she’s been away for a long time already.  That’s what she feels at the moment, I guess.
“I’m fine, Mom.  How’s your day?”
“Great.  I’m busy with a bunch of stuff.”  Oh, yeah, in the creek.  Good lie, Mom.  I get a sour feeling.
“Kate, I’m sorry I haven’t got a chance to talk with you.”
“So, how’s everything?” I try to smile.
“It’s okay, Kate.”  She stops for a moment.  I hear her mumbling, “Stop doing that!”  A hushed voice is giggling in the background.  That semi-bald dude must be teasing her.  GROSS!
“Kate, maybe I should have talked with you in person.”  Oh, yeah, you definitely should!
“It’s okay, Mom.”  I’m surprised to hear how calm my own voice really is.
“Unfortunately, things haven’t worked out between Dad and I recently,” she continues. “So I decided to take a break.”
“Mom, what do you mean?”  I pretend I don’t know what she’s talking about.
“Oh, well, I may have to live alone for a while and see how things go,” She stops for a moment and then continues, “Don’t worry about me, Kate.”
“Mom, when are you coming home?”
“Don’t know yet.  When the situation improves, I guess.”
“Mom, I love you.”
“I…” Mom stops.  I hear her mumbling again, “Stop it!  Seriously!”  The hush voice giggles again, a lot louder this time.
“Sorry, Kate, I have to go.  Talk to you soon.”  She hangs up.
I bite my lower lip.  My eyes are full of tears.  I’ve heard stories about moms abandoning kids.  I thought these were all fiction but now I know they are real.
Dad comes down.  “Kate?” He is surprised. “You okay?”
I raise my head, trying to hold back my tears but they roll down my cheeks and drop on the floor.  “Dad, I hate my mom.”
“Kate, let’s try to understand.  She is happy now.”
“But what about us?” I feel so angry.
“We will be okay.  Don’t you think so?”  Dad passes me a box of tissues. “Stop crying.  Your makeup is being washed away.”  His voice is so soft and comforting.  Makeup?  He really mentioned makeup?
I smile.  More tears roll down my cheeks.  I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand.  I know this is going to mess up my makeup completely.  I look at Dad.
“Kate, you look like a panda now,” Dad grins.
I rush into the bathroom and look in the mirror.  My smoky eyes are now a total mess.  I’ve smeared the eye shadow all over.
I go into the shower and turn on the hot water.  After fifteen minutes, I feel much better.
I come out of the shower.  My body is steamy.  I dry my body and then put on my bra and thong.
I reach for my clothes.  Then I get a new idea.  I open the door a tiny bit, stick my head out, and look.  I hear the sports on TV.  Dad must be enjoying his favorite games.
I put on a pink bathrobe and walk downstairs.  Water is dripping from my hair.
I sit on the couch. “Dad, what’s new?”
Dad’s eyes are locked on the TV show.  “New Jersey is winning.”  His face expressions change quickly with the game.
It’s now the commercial time.  Dad looks at me.  He raises an eyebrow but for only a second.  I know he is kind of surprised because I never wore a bathrobe in front of him.
He looks at the TV again, pretending nothing happened.  After a while, he turns back and smiles, “Kate, why don’t you put on your jeans?  Your Levi’s are pretty cool.”
I go upstairs to change.  Dad is right.  I shouldn’t wear a bathrobe in front of him.  But what if I’m not his stepdaughter?  Dad is a super smart guy.  I’m quite sure he knows what I’m thinking but he’s trying to stick to his father role.
I put on my jeans and a black T-shirt.  I look into the mirror and see a super sexy girl.
I scan through my lipsticks a few times.  I like all of them, especially the purple one.  But today, I’m going to go traditional.  I pick up the red one, apply it to my upper lip, and then the low one. I move my lower lip a few times to spread the makeup evenly.
I give a Marilyn Monroe smile to the mirror and see a sexy and hot girl right away.  My lipstick works so well that I don’t need any makeup anywhere else.  Almost half of my boobs stick out.  The see-through lace bra makes them irresistible to anyone.
I go downstairs and sit on the couch.
Dad is still watching the sports show.  I move my body closer.  He doesn’t pay any attention.
“Dad?” I try to get his attention.
He looks at me. “Yes?”
I smile at him.
He tilts his head and fold his arms on his chest. “Hmmm, do you need any help?”
I’m not sure if he is pretending or is really not aware of what I’m trying to do.
“I… I…” I try a few times and then ask, “Are you hungry?”
“Actually, yes.” Dad looks at the clock on the wall. “Oh, it’s almost eight thirty.”
He turns back to me. “So, what do you want for dinner?” He smiles and then adds, “I’m going to be the chef today.”
“Dad, let me try it,” I volunteer.
“Are you sure?”
“Sure.  I know how to cook.”
“Do you need any help?”
“No.  Thank you, Dad, I’ll be fine.”
I go to the kitchen and open the fridge.
What does Dad like?  I think for a while and then decide to make a bacon-roasted chicken with potatoes.
I defrost the chicken drumsticks.  Now I’m wrapping them with bacon.  Dad comes to the kitchen.  He stands right behind me, looking very closely.
His breath touches my hair.  My heartbeats double-time.  I blush.  Is he going to touch me, or…?  I try to continue with my wrapping but the drumstick slips out of my hand and drops on the dish.  I pick it up and wrap it with the bacon again.  It slips out right away.
“Not easy.” Dad murmurs.  He turns around, picks a beer from the fridge, and then leaves.
Stop daydreaming, Kate. He’s your dad!  I try to tell myself the ice-cold fact but I can’t stop thinking of Dad as someone else.  A boyfriend?  A husband?  Someone I feel really good to stay with?  I don’t know.  Maybe he only takes me as his daughter, or a teen with an unrealistic dream?
I wash an onion.  I need to chop it and then sprinkle the pieces on the chicken.
Should I let Dad know what I think?  I put the onion on the cutting board.  Is he going to laugh at me? Or is he going to hug me and then do something like a boyfriend?   I pick up the knife and cut down.  Maybe…  The onion rolls.  The knife slides on my finger.
I feel the pain and see the blood.
I drop the knife and press my finger on the wound. “Dad!” I yell.
“What’s up?” Dad dashes in. “God!”  He takes my hand and moves it to the sink.  He turns on the water and says, “Let’s wash it.”
The running water washes away the blood immediately.
Dad picks a piece of soap and then washes my hand carefully.  After a while, he turns off the water.
He uses a paper towel to dry my hand and then says, “Press here.”  I press on the wound to stop the bleeding.
Dad opens the third drawer of the kitchen counter.  We keep all the first-aid stuff there.  He picks up an antibiotic ointment, and squeezes out a little bit.  He uses a Q-tip to pick up the ointment, holds my finger, and spreads the medicine carefully on my wound.
The bleeding stops right away.  I look at Dad, feeling so good.
Dad wraps my wound with a bandage and then asks, “Better now?”
I nod.
“It’s going to be painful for a while.  Why don’t you take a break and let me do the cooking?”
“Thank you, Dad!”  I walk out of the kitchen.
“Kate,” Dad says behind me.
My heart races again.  I turn around, looking at him.
He looks at me, too.  Is he going to kiss me?  I raise my head, waiting.
“Sorry, Kate.  What should I do with the chicken and bacon?”
My heart goes from a tropical love boat to the Titanic wreckage deep on the cold ocean floor.  I take a deep breath to refocus my thoughts and then put up a smile. “Oh, please wrap the drumsticks with the bacon.  Secure the bacon with toothpicks and put them in the baking dish.  Add salt and paper.”
Dad looks pretty surprised.  I guess he didn’t realize I know so much about cooking.
Great! I impressed him!  I get so excited.
I keep my voice calm and continue, “Then please chop the onion.  But please, please be very careful.”  I raise my wounded finger.
“Don’t worry, Kate.  I will be very careful.”
“Then you sprinkle the onion pieces on the chicken and bake it.”
“Sure.  Anything else I have to know?”
“Oh, yeah, you can also cut a few potatoes and put them around the dish.”
“Sure, I will do that, too.”
I sit on the couch, staring at the TV screen.  My finger is hurting, but my heart is so happy.  Wasn’t this like a wife and husband talking?
Fifteen minutes later, Dad is back on his rocking chair. “The baking will take a while.  Do you need a drink?”
“Can I have a juice, please?”
“Sure.”  Dad walks into the kitchen.  Soon, he comes back with a glass of juice.  He hands me the juice.  I see ice cubes inside.
“Thanks, Dad.”
“You’re welcome, Kate.  Please let me know if you need anything else.”
“Sure, I will.”  What if I want a kiss on my lips?

Chapter Four

The chicken smells good.  “Let’s go and check, Dad.”
We go to the kitchen.  Dad turns off the oven.  He puts on an oven glove and takes the dish out.
It smells really good.  Dad looks at me. “Now what do I do?”
I pull out all the toothpicks and toss them into the garbage can.  I use a fork to pick up the bacon and put them in the garbage can, too.
“Kate,” Dad says suddenly.
“Yes, Dad?”
He looks into my eyes, pauses for a long time, and then says slowly, “You cook like your mom.”
My heart flies high into the sky like a soaring eagle.  Dad, now you are talking!
I try to calm down as much as possible.  Then I smile like my mom and ask, “You like it?”
“Sure,” Dad says. “Can we eat now?”
“No.” I say exactly my mom’s way with a stern face.  Then I smile and ask my dad, “H…”  Oops!  I almost said honey.  I grin and say, “How about we roast the chicken for fifteen more minutes?”
“Sure.”  Dad puts the chicken back to the oven and turns it on.
I prepare a blue cheese salad quickly and set the table.
Fifteen minutes later, Dad takes the chicken out.  The skin is now perfectly brown.  I move everything from the baking dish to a big plate and put the plate on the table.  “Dad, let’s eat.”
He sits down. I put a bottle of red wine and two glasses on the table.
“Kate?” Dad looks at me, puzzled.
“Dad, let’s celebrate the beginning of our new life.”  I dim the lights and then light two red candles.  The room becomes warm and romantic.
“For our new life, cheers!” I raise the glass.
“Cheers!”
Dad is hungry.  He eats fast.  Soon, he has finished four drumsticks.
“Kate, cheers!” He gobbles down all the wine in the glass and fills it again.
“Cheers!”  he says again and finishes the red wine right away.
“Dad, can you please slow down a bit?”  I try to take the wine bottle away from him.
“Give me the bottle, please.  Kate, please, I need more wine!”  He’s pretty tipsy.
I know I can’t stop him, so I fill the glass the half way. “Dad, please slow down, okay?”
He tosses the wine down and says, “More!”
“Dad?”
“More!”  He grabs the wine bottle from me and drinks the wine like water.
“Dad!  Ryan!”  I yell.
He does not stop.
I take the bottle away from him.
“Good!  Very good!” Dad mumbles.  He is now really tipsy.
I stand up with the wine bottle in my hand.
Dad stands up, too, and then drops back into the chair.  He throws the wine glass very hard on the floor.  The glass breaks into hundreds of tiny pieces, flying far and high.
“My life is a piece of shit!”
Dad puts his head on the table, crying like a baby.
“Dad, are you okay?”  I ask, walking over.
“Leave me alone, Stella!  I hate you!”  He pushes me away really hard.  I almost fall to the floor.  He stares at me.  His eyes are all red.
“Dad, I’m Kate, not Stella.”
“Kate?  Oh, Kate!”  He raises his hand, pointing a finger at me. “No, you are not Kate!  You are Stella.  Get away from me!”
He stands up, stumbling his way to the couch and drops on it.  Soon, he begins to snore.
I cover him with a blanket.  I look at his face.  This is a mature man of my dreams.  He is caring and responsible.  He is a good father and husband.  But now, he is dumped by a ruthless woman for her selfish pleasure.
I bend down and kiss his lips lightly. Love you, Dad… No, Ryan.

Dad is very apologetic the next morning. “Sorry, Kate.  Did I get drunk?  Did I cause any trouble?”  Dad is calm and cool.
“No, Dad.  How’d you sleep?”
“Very good.”  His smile is full of confidence. “How about you?”
“Great.”
“So we survived our first day, huh?” He grins. “Give me five, Kate.”

It’s Saturday.  The morning sunshine goes through the windows, making the house warm and cozy.
We finish a quick breakfast.  Dad stands up, stretching his arms. “I think I need a nice jog.  Want to join?”
“Sure.”
I put on my sneakers.  We jog down the trail.
For the last few years, I have been jogging with Mom and Dad many times.  I have more energy.  I jog and run to consume my energy.  Mom and Dad jog and walk.  They like to walk slowly, holding hands.  Sometimes, they steal a kiss when they believe I’m not watching.
But today, only Dad and I are enjoying the beautiful weather and fresh air.
I try to go with Dad’s speed.  Sometimes, I run a minute or two, and then run back to join Dad.
Dad seems pretty happy today.  He jogs along. Once in a while, he runs with me for a few minutes and then slows back to jogging again.  We look at each other, smiling.
Dad begins to puff.
“Dad, should we take a break?”
He shakes his head.  Drops of sweat appear on his forehead.
Dad runs again.  I feel he’s getting closer and closer from behind.  I speed up, puffing and smiling.
Suddenly, I hear Dad coughing.  I turn around.  Dad stands right behind me.  He bends down, pushing his arms straight down on his knees.
“Dad, you okay?”  I pat his back gently.
Dad nods, coughing harder.  His blood vessels pop up on his temples and neck with each cough.  His face turns all red.
After a while, he stands up. “Thank you, Kate.  I’m okay now.”
“Do you need to sit down and take a break?” I ask.
Dad shakes his head.
I wrap my arm around his.  We walk slowly.
“Boy, I’m getting old.” Dad says.
“No, Dad, you are not.  We ran a bit too fast.”
“Hmmm, hope so.” Dad smiles.  But it’s a bitter smile.
We come to a bridge.  It is a small wooden bridge on the creek.  We stand on the bridge, looking down.
Ducks are swimming around.  A few dive in to search for food.
“We forgot to bring some bread,” Dad says.
Feeding the ducks is real fun but today, we can only watch.
A mommy duck swims by, followed by a few ducklings.  “Dad, look, how cute!”
Dad turns to me, trying to smile.
Oops!  I really feel sorry I said that.  I know he is thinking about Mom.
“Sorry, Dad.” I hug him, looking up into his eyes.
Dad looks at me.  He holds my head with both hands.  His lips are now getting closer to mine.
The heat seizes my body.  I close my eyes, waiting.
No kiss.
I open my eyes. “Dad?” I raise my head, getting my lips closer to his.
Dad lowers his head.  His lips are getting closer to mine.
I close my eyes, waiting, and waiting…
Dad’s kiss lands on my forehead, very lightly.
He lets go my head and steps back.
I open my eyes. “Dad?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t want me?” I blush deep.
“I…”
“Tell me the truth.” I look into his eyes.
“I…” He pauses for a long time and then whispers, “No.”
I get angry.  “Dad, be a man.” Before he can say anything, my hand lands on his huge bulge.  “See how thick it is?”
Dad’s face turns red.  After a long while, he murmurs, “Sorry, Kate.  I can’t lie to you.  Yes, I’ve been… liking you for a while.”
“Let’s do it, Dad.” I unzip his pants and pull out his throbbing cock.  Gosh, it’s so huge.
“But… your mom…”
“Don’t worry about her, Dad.  She changes husbands like she changes clothes.  You know that.”
Dad nods slightly.  Suddenly, he holds my body and kisses me hard.  I kiss back.  “You’re so pretty and sweet, Kate.” He breaks the kiss and looks at me.
“I’m all yours for today, Dad.”
My body is lifted into the air.  Dad carries me to a big tree and puts me down gently.  The ground is full of grass and leaves.   It’s so comfy.
His huge hands are busy working.  Soon, my blouse is removed.  Then my bra.  Within the next minute, my body is naked.
I spread my arms and legs wide, watching Dad stripping himself.  His hairy chest is full of bumpy muscles.  His cock is the largest I’ve ever seen.
I sit up and hold his huge shaft.  “Dad, I want to suck you.”
“Suck me.” He smiles, running his fingers through my hair.
I lick the cockhead.  It tastes so fresh.  Opening my mouth wide, I send the bumpy cock in bit by bit.  Gosh, I can only take a half of it before it hits the back of my throat.  I suck a few times lightly, then harder.
Dad gasps hard.  “Fucking Jesus, Kate, you’re so fucking good.”

I suck harder, feeling the throbbing of the shaft.  It turns bumpier with my every suck.  Holding the shaft with one hand, I play with his balls with the other one.  I want to please my dad as much as I can.
“Holy fuck, Kate, please stop. I’m going to cum.  I swear I am.”  Dad’s voice is desperate.
I lie down and spread my legs as wide as I can.  “Now fuck me, Dad.”
He fucks in, pounding me harder and harder.  “Dad, you’re my hero.” I moan.  Gosh, this is my first time feeling so good being fucked.  I push my hips high to let that magic cock fuck all the way in, satisfying my pussy’s hungry needs in and out.
Suddenly, my body is seized by a huge orgasm.  I’m all paralyzed.  The unbelievable sensation and pleasure sends me into high pitch screaming.    “Fuck me, Dad, fuck me!”

Since that day, I’ve never slept in my own bed.  Mom called in every once in a while, talking about the divorce with Dad.  “Ryan, you sound happy.” She’s so surprised.
“Well, you know, life has to go on.  I’m a soldier.  I can take any challenge.”

I smile at him.  Oh, yeah.  Tell me you can take any challenge.  I’m going to challenge you to fuck me twice in a row.  Show me you can live up to the challenge.  I rub his cock hard.
He covers the phone and murmurs, “Jesus Christ, Kate.  Please stop.  I’m on the phone.  Oh… fuck!  Please…”

I rub harder…

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Table of Contents
Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

The airport was crowded as Katie made her way off the plane. People pushed from every direction as they tried to rush to and from their destinations. It was weird being back in the states; things were so hurried, not like Europe.

She was already missing the beautiful country and the people as she stood at the luggage claim watching suitcases travel in circles while their owners anxiously waited for them.

Her bag was large, and as she tugged at it, part of the material ripped from underneath. No one helped her with the suitcase that was twice her size; everyone was too busy with their own schedule.

“Welcome home,” She thought to herself.

Katie looked around for her mother, Maria, but didn’t see her. She had expected her to greet her at the airport, especially since it had been over a year since she seen her last, and almost four years since she had actually been home to stay.

All the years she spent at the private school for girls, she dreamed of coming home, thinking maybe things would be different between her and her mother, but here she stood… alone in the airport.

Katie pulled her phone from her bag, and stared at the screen. There were no texts and no missed calls.

“Miss Katie.” Someone said from behind her.

She turned to see an older gentleman holding a sign with her name. He was looking at a picture he had in his hand, and showed it to her.

“Yes, that’s me.” She said.

The photo was outdated. She was still wearing braces, and her long blonde hair was done in tight braids.

“You look different.” The man said.

“Yes, that pictures four years old.” She said.

The man introduced himself as Thomas, and told her he was hired to bring her home.

Katie forced a smile on her face, but her fists clenched from anger. She couldn’t believe the nerve of her mother, not even willing to pick her up at the airport.

Thomas was kind, taking control over her large bag and showing her to the car. A long black limo, well, at least mother was willing to have her picked up in style.

In the car, Katie stared out the window, watching the scenery change from the busy city to the countryside where she lived. Well, where her mother lived. It seemed she spent most of her time away at school, even when she was younger. Katie believed that was so her mother could troll for men without the inconvenience of a child in her way.

Feeling hurt, but also angry, Katie dialed her mother’s number.

“Hello sweetie.” She said.

Her voice was thick and coated in a southern accent that Katie always despised.

“I’m on my way home.” Katie said.

“Good, so Thomas found you then.” She said.

“Yes, but why didn’t you come?” Katie asked.

She hated that she still needed her mother’s love. It was something that she felt she never had, so she couldn’t figure out why it still even mattered, especially now.

“I couldn’t drive.” She said.

Katie listened as her mother told her she had gotten liposuction to remove the fat and cellulite from her arms and legs. It was a never-ending repair job, her mother.

“So, you’re still recovering?” Katie asked.

“Yes, I’m home, and walking… but the medication requires I don’t drive.” She said.

Her mother always loved to continue the medication far longer than necessary, mainly for the high. So, Katie knew that her mother was more than recovered from her latest surgery, and even if she couldn’t drive, she could have ridden with Thomas.

“Joel’s been taking very good care of me.” She said. Katie’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name. Joel was her mother’s husband when she went away to the boarding school for girls.  He was young, beautiful, and funny. Katie had a slight crush on him, and was excited to find out he was still there.

It was so unlink her mother to keep a husband more than three years, and this would be almost four years.

Katie started doing the math, the last time she seen Joel she was 15 and he was 23, so that would make him 27 now, way too old for her mother’s tastes.

The six months before being sent away to boarding school, she and Joel had become great friends. He even wrote to her over the years, and when she came home for visits, he always picked her up and brought her home. But, it had been an entire year she had been gone abroad, and she had not spoken to Joel, she just assumed he had been traded in for a newer model.

“Joel’s still there?” Katie asked.

She knew the surprise in her voice was obvious.

“Yes, he’s still here.” Maria said.

Katie felt a pause of hesitation in her mother’s voice. She wasn’t sure if it was from the question, or the answer.

“Good.” Katie said.

“He’s excited to see you.” She said.

“He wanted to pick you up, but I need him here.” She added.

Katie felt a tingling sensation that was familiar. Her stomach had butterflies and her head felt light at the thought Joel was excited to see her. She wished her mother would have let him come pick her up. The long ride home from the airport would have been more enjoyable with him. Thomas was boring. He didn’t speak, and the darkened divider was up, so she couldn’t even see him.

Katie hung up with her mother, and then leaned back in her seat. Her eyes closed, and she let her mind drift to Joel.

She imagined his lifting her in his strong arms, swinging her around the yard as he smiled. Katie planned out her entire week around Joel, they would take long walks and talk like they used to, she could tell him all about her experiences, and he could complain about her mother, they would swim, play cards, listen to music, and spent every single second together.

Chapter Two

The limo pulled into the long lane to Katie’s large house. It was too large, especially for just her mother and Joel, but her mother always wanted the very best, and with her grandfather’s money, she got what she wanted.

Disappointment filled Katie’s heart as the front doors didn’t open. She wasn’t greeted by Joel running into her arms, just a little yippy dog at the bottom of the entrance steps.

Thomas opened her door, helped her out of the car and then gathered her large suitcase. She felt bad watching him struggle to get it up the long entrance staircase to the door, but she knew she couldn’t lift it.

He rang the doorbell for assistance as Katie gathered the rest of her belongings from the back-seat.

When she turned around, there he was: his hair dark and wavy, his smile wide and bright, and his eyes, oh his eyes, so blue and dreamy.

“Welcome home kiddo!” He said.

Katie walked towards him, waiting for him to take her into his arms like he used to, but he just smiled.

“You look great.” He said.

“Thanks.” Katie said.

She was disappointed. Her long blonde hair was finally styled and no longer pulled in a ponytail or braids. Her braces were gone, and her breasts had finally developed into full rounds that normally got men’s attention, but not Joel.

“You’re all grown up.” He said.

His voice was a little shaky, and Katie could sense he was feeling a little uncomfortable around her. She decided to shake it off, figuring it had just been too long since she had seen him last, and it would take him time to warm back up to her.

She followed him inside. Her mother was lying across the long couch with a white satin robe. She looked like a movie star with her large fake breasts, filled in lips, and numerous hair extensions. Katie knew she had become obsessed with cosmetic surgery and anything that would promise to give her back her youth, but she was beginning to look like someone else, not her mother.

Joel carried the large suitcase up the stairs to her room without any effort. Katie watched as his strong arms hoisted the bag to his waist and hiked the stairs.

“I’m so glad your home, dear.” Maria said.

“Thank you.” Katie said.

She wasn’t sure if she was glad to be home yet or not. The only thing she was sure about was Joel was still as hot as ever, hotter if that was possible.

“Go on up to your room and get settled. We’ll go out for dinner when you get dressed.” Maria said.

Katie felt a tinge of anger fill her gut. If her mother was not able to pick her up at the airport, how was it, she was suddenly able to make it to dinner.

Katie climbed the long spiral staircase to her room. Joel had placed her bag on the floor at the foot of her bed.

“How many surgeries has she done?” Katie asked.

Joel rolled his eyes.

“I quit counting.” He said.

“She looks different.” Katie said.

“Well, she’s scared to death of turning 40 this year.” Joel said.

Katie always felt like he defended Maria, making excuses for her behavior. It drove her crazy.

“She looks 50!” Katie exclaimed.

“Agreed!” Joel said.

He shot Katie a smile, one that looked familiar. She was so glad he was still there. She couldn’t imagine living in the house alone with her mother.

Katie slipped out of her clothes. She had been traveling for hours, and all she wanted to do was shower. Her reflection in the mirror had changed; she was no longer that little awkward kid Joel used to tease. She had turned into a stunningly beautiful woman.

Her hands lingered on her hips, sliding up and down as she visually measured her body in the mirror. There wasn’t much she could complain about, except the small mole on her belly right above her curly patch of hairs.

She looked in the shower in her room, realizing there was nothing stocked. Her mother must not have felt good enough to order someone to get her bathroom ready for her arrival.

“Ugh!” Katie exclaimed and walked back into the bedroom.

Joel was standing in the doorway, frozen as he stared at her naked body. His eyes lingered on her breasts, and then her mole before making it back to her eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

Katie was frozen in her own spot. Her breasts felt tight, and her stomach fluttered as his eyes took her in. This was the first man that ever seen her naked and it was Joel. That excited her.

He covered his eyes. Katie grabbed at the throw blanket on the bed and covered herself up.

“I just wanted to ask you where you would like to go tonight. Maria said she is staying in, so I was going to take you out.” Joel said.

Her throat tightened as she gulped. The butterflies in her guy started doing somersaults at the thought of being alone with Joel.

“I would really like a hamburger.” She said.

“A hamburger it is, let me know where you’re ready kiddo.” He said.

Katie watched as he backed out of the room. She knew she should have been embarrassed, but his eyes were so welcomed on her nude body, it surprised even her.

She quickly grabbed her shower bag and stood under the hot water. As it ran down her body, it traced her curves, sliding from her breasts, to her waist, off her hips to her ass cheeks before hitting the shower floor.

That look in Joel’s eyes as he lingered on her body was fresh in her mind, and she knew it was a look of pleasure. The thought of her body pleasing him sent tingles between her legs and tightened her nipples.

“Why did my mom have to marry him? He’s so hot!” She said to herself.

Katie tried to shake off her arousal as she dried off and then dressed. She picked out a cute sundress that showed off her new figure, and let her hair hand down her back. She liked that look he gave her, and she wanted to see it again.

Chapter Three

Maria was still lying on the couch in her white satin robe when Katie came downstairs.

“Where’s Joel?” Katie asked.

Her mother gave her a strange look, almost as if she were jealous.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” She asked.

Her tone was hateful and irritated.

“Yes.” Katie said.

She felt her confidence start to decline from her mother’s disapproval of her sundress.

“You don’t leave much to the imagination do you?” Maria said with a chuckle.

Katie frowned at her mother. Her dress was not revealing. It was short, but not as short as the ones her mother wore, and the bust line was flattering, elegant even.

“I think she looks nice.” Joel said.

Katie was relieved to see him enter the room. He smiled at her kindly, and then gave her a wink.

She watched as he leaned over her mother to give her a kiss. Maria turned her head so he could only kiss her cheek.

“I just got my lips done.” She said.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. They shoved some of that fat in your ass into your lips, so now I can truly kiss your ass.” He said.

His tone was playful, but Katie could sense his irritation with her mother.

Maria grabbed her pill bottle, shot Joel an angry look, and then popped two Vicodin.

“Are you ready?” Joel asked.

Katie nodded. She was ready; ready to get away from her mother, and to spend some time alone with Joel.

Thomas was outside waiting on them, but Joel told him he planned to drive. Katie was relieved to not have a chaperone, and riding beside Joel in his sports car felt not only exciting, but intimate.

The ride into the city was short, and Joel didn’t seem to have much to say. Katie was still feeling a tension between them, as if they were strangers all of a sudden.

She noticed he avoided taking his eyes away from hers throughout dinner. She wanted him to see her, to look at her like he did earlier; like a woman.

The greasy burgers were delicious. She hadn’t had a good American cheeseburger for over a year, and she knew she was less than ladylike as she shoved it into her mouth.

“Slow down.” Joel said.

He was laughing, and for the first time she had arrived home, he seemed relaxed around her.

“It’s just so good.” She said.

She had mustard dripping down her chin and a mouthful as she spoke.

Joel leaned in, wiped the mustard from her face with his napkin, and then lingered for what felt like an eternity.

Katie’s heart pounded inside of her chest, she stared into his eyes and waiting for him to kiss her.

“Well, you ready to head home?” He asked.

“Sure.” She said.

She was disappointed, but she knew she was being silly thinking he would kiss her. He was married to her mother.

The drive home was awkward. He never mentioned walking in on her naked, and throughout the entire night he avoided looking at anything but her eyes. She had picked the sundress out especially for him, hoping that he would enjoy her beauty and she could see that look in his eye again, but it seemed to be gone.

Back at the house, Maria had gone to bed, and the house was quiet. It was too early to go to bed, and she hoped that Joel would want to stay up with her and catch up.

“So, what do you want to do now?” Katie asked.

“I really should go check on Maria.” He said.

He seemed so distant, so different. Katie couldn’t understand the change. He used to love hanging out with her, but now, it was like he couldn’t wait to get away from her.

Katie told him she understood, even though she didn’t. She went upstairs, unpacked her belongings, and could hear Joel and her mother arguing in the next room. She listened in the doorway, making out Joel saying something about a man named Randy, and then she was pretty sure she heard her mother say her name. She quickly shut the door, not wanting to intrude on their private conversation any further.

To her, it just sounded like trouble in paradise. Joel had overstayed his welcome, and her mother was probably ready to read him in for a younger model… as usual.

As Katie unpacked, she found her bikini. It was a warm night, and the pool looked very inviting. She decided to slip it on, and sneak downstairs to the pool for a swim.

The conversation seemed to be over in her mother’s bedroom, so she headed downstairs.

Outside, the night air felt cool on her skin, making the water in the pool feel like bath water.

As she submerged her body into the water, she thought she noticed a shadow in the French patio doors.

After a few minutes, Joel came outside. He sat down in a lounge chair by the pool, and popped open a beer can.

“Beautiful night for a swim.” He said.

“Yes, get in with me…” Katie urged.

“I’m good, but thank you.” He said.

She watched as he sipped on his beer. His eyes lingered on the water, but not on Katie, who swam the length of the pool back and forth.

When she finished five laps, she emerged from the ladder in front of Joel.

Her hair was slicked back by the water, her nipples pushing through the thin material of her bikini top, and her hips barely hanging on to the string bottoms she wore.

She watched as his eyes moved down her body, slowly taking in every inch of her as he sipped on his beer.

When he looked back to her eyes, there was that look she was craving. Excitement spread through her veins like wildfire.

“Good night.” He said.

He quickly got up from his chair, chugged his beer and headed into the house.

Katie was left feeling aroused, anguished, and disappointed yet again. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, or even expected of Joel, but it was more than this.

Chapter Four

Katie dried off and went into the pool house. She found a fluffy white robe and hung it by the shower and slipped out of her wet bikini.

Her nipples were hard and erect, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the cold air or the excitement of Joel’s look.

Her hands glided down her body as she stepped under the water. It was warm and soothing, and her skin felt tingly at its touch.

Her hand slid between her legs, sliding past her soft pink skin. She was wet, not from the water, but from her own excitement. The sensation of her fingers gliding across her pussy caused it to ache.

She thought about Joel’s eyes, his dark wavy hair and muscular arms. It was obvious he liked what he saw, and that was creating a stir between Katie’s legs.

Her hand continued to slide between her legs, rubbing gently against her slippery skin. The water tickled her clit with hard blasts as her fingers separated, giving it access to her intimacy.

She wanted Joel to touch her this way; to feel the excitement he stirred in her. She imagined his hand between her legs, closed her eyes and gently stroked her plump lips. Her finger slid in between her folds, and teased the opening of her virgin pussy.

She wanted to know what it was like to have someone make love to her, to fuck her. Her finger slid inside, pushing as deep as she could reach. The water smacked against her breasts like small angry tongues at her nipples, and her hand pumped between her legs causing the water to splash to her feet.

Katie pressed her back against the cool tile, lifted her leg to the bench in the shower, and pushed deeper inside of her pussy with her fingers.

Her juices were flowing down her hand, mixing with the water as she let out a moan. The large empty room echoed her moan, causing her to tense.

The thought of getting caught, especially by Joel fueled her excitement, causing her to fuck herself harder and faster.

Her moans grew, echoing through the pool house. Her knees felt weak, his head went dizzy, and she felt a rush of excitement push through her body as she orgasmed on her hand.

She clenched her legs together, bit her bottom lip and let out a tiny squeal as her body throbbed around her fingers.

She was 19, beautiful, but still a virgin and she hated that fact. She wanted to experience what it was like to be with a man, but not just any man… Joel.

Something sounded in the darkness, similar to a can being kicked. Katie quickly grabbed the fluffy white robe hanging by the shower and wrapped it around her.

She left her wet bathing suit hanging on the bench to dry and walked out into the main pool house.

The room was dark, but a shadow pushed through the darkness and into the night air. Katie felt her heart sink at the thought of someone being inside there, watching her, listening to her. What if it was Thomas she thought?

As she walked through the pool house to the door, she looked down at the beer can on the floor. It was a Budweiser, what Joel drank by the pool while she swam.

Outside, there was no one by the pool, and the French doors to the house were closed tightly. She called out, but no one answered.

She felt a little tingle between her legs at the thought of Joel watching her. But, she still wasn’t sure.

Inside the house, everything was quiet. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and started to head upstairs. She noticed Joel sitting on the sofa, he looked white as a ghost, and his breathing was rapid.

“You ok?” She asked.

“Yes, I Uh was chasing a raccoon off the back porch.” He said.

“So, that was you in the pool house?” She asked.

Joel looked shocked. She could tell he wasn’t sure how to answer that without incriminating himself.

“I, uh, just went in for a second to check things out. I heard a noise, and seen the light…” He said.

He seemed to be stumbling over his words, and making them up as he went along.

Katie smiled. There was something sexy about the way he became embarrassed so easily.

“I didn’t know you were in there.” He said.

Katie still smiled.

“Until I heard the shower…” He added.

One thing Katie knew about Joel, was that he rambled when he was nervous. He was certainly rambling now, and she loved every minute of it.

“Ok, I just heard a noise, and I saw your beer can on the floor.” Katie said.

Her smile was coy, and her eyes wide as she spoke.

“So, how’s mom?” Katie asked.

“She’s fine. Asleep.” He said.

“Good.” Katie said.

“Well, I better get to bed myself.” Joel said.

Katie watched him quickly get up and nervously walk past her. She had shaken him up, and that excited her. She gripped his wrist before he made it to the stairs and spun him around towards her.

Her arms opened, revealing a portion of her right breast, and she moved towards him.

“Can I have a hug?” She asked.

“Of course, kiddo!” He said.

He moved in towards her, pulling her in for a hug. Her chest was pressed against his, and she could feel his heart racing beneath his muscles. His breathing had calmed, but was still winded.

He squeezed her tightly, resting his head on her shoulder. His hot breath caressed her skin, causing her arousal to grow.

As she pushed her body against his, she was sure she felt an erection against her thigh. She pushed harder against it, yes, it was an erection.

Joel pushed away, looked at her with a strange guilt in his eyes, and then kissed her forehead.

“Goodnight kiddo.” He said.

“Goodnight.” She said.

She watched him walk up the stairs. His ass was tight and round in his tight jeans, and his hair fell just to the back of his neck. He was delicious.

Katie closed her bedroom door and went into the bathroom. She opened the white robe, letting it fall to the floor as she stood in front of the mirror.

Her reflection was breathtaking, even to her. She turned to check out her own ass, and then sat on the stool in the bathroom, opening her legs in front of the mirror.

She pushed apart her folds, revealing her tight center, and slid a finger inside while she watched. It was so tight, so small, and the erection pushed against her thigh just moments ago, so large and hard.

Her legs opened wider, and she pushed two fingers inside. She watched as her skin stretched to accommodate the extra meat, but was still curious how it would accommodate a hard cock.

She felt her excitement increase as she watched her pink skin cling to her fingers, tugging on them as if begging them to fuck her harder. She shoved her fingers in deep, holding back her moan as she fucked herself with a fast, steady rhythm.

It was so easy to get worked up when thinking about Joel, and she was surprised at how easily she could reach an orgasm with his eyes in her mind.

A tap at her door startled her. She quickly pulled her fingers from between her legs, and wrapped the robe around her body. She was aching in the spot where her fingers just left, and her breathing had become shallow as her excitement grew.

She walked to the door, slowly opening it up. Joel stood on the other side.

He had a concerned look on his face.

“Did I wake you?” He whispered.

“No, I was up.” Katie said.

She didn’t want to admit she was up fucking herself yet again. Her fingers probably smelled of her pussy, so she shoved them into the pocket of the fluffy robe. She tried to calm her breathing, but she knew it was obvious she had been up to something.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

“I was just doing my evening exercises.” She said.

She was surprised at how quickly she came up with a lie. And she had to admit, it was much better than his lies earlier.

“I just wanted to say I was sorry… if I startled you earlier in the pool house.” He said softly.

Katie smiled. He had startled her, but more importantly, he excited her.

“It’s ok.” She said.

“No, it isn’t.” He said.

“I shouldn’t have gone inside at all…” He said.

Katie felt her face turn pink from embarrassment. It was obvious he heard her, or maybe even seen her masturbating in the shower. He just acted too guilty.

“I mean, after walking in on you in here, and then…” He said.

“And then what?” Katie asked.

She had cut him off from finishing his sentence, and he seemed more grateful for that than her.

“And then… scaring you.” He said.

“I wasn’t scared…” Katie said.

Her eyes locked onto his. She had a strange urge to drop her robe, begging for that look again. But, she refrained, kept her composure and smiled.

There was that look again. The one where he noticed her, and was turned on. She didn’t even have to drop her robe to get it…. her entire body felt hot as he looked at her.

“Goodnight.” He said.

“Goodnight.” Katie responded.

She shut the door, and plopped onto her bed. He really was delicious. His eyes were enough to send her over the edge of an orgasm, so she couldn’t even imagine what his touch could do…. she had decided. Joel was the one she wanted to pop her cherry.

The End of Book 1 of 5

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Book 3: Two Girls One Guy
By Ella Gottfried

Copyright © 2015 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 One

Izzy drove up the little white farm house in her yellow Volkswagen bug. Her grandfather sat on the porch, rocking in his wooden chair while he watched her park.

She grabbed her suitcase from the backseat of the car her parent’s bought her when she went away to college and headed towards the house.

“How was the drive?” Her grandfather asked.

“Just great.” Izzy replied.

“Your grandma made dinner.” He said, and then motioned her into the house without getting up.

Izzy went into, set her suitcase by the door, and then went into the kitchen. Her grandmother stood at the sink, washing dishes. She was a small woman, almost as wide as she was tall, and had her thick white hair pulled into a bun on top of her head.

“Izzy!” She exclaimed, turning to swallow her up in a hug.

“Are you hungry?” She asked.

“Yes.” Izzy said, and then sat at the old wooden table.

Her grandmother offered some encouraging words, telling her she understood that college wasn’t for everyone.

Izzy ate her ham and beans while listening to the woman talk about how she never went to college and turned out just fine. She felt a sudden urge to run back to school.

She didn’t want to live in the boondocks with no cell service, no friends, and no fun. But, her parent’s gave her little choice once she dropped out of college. She was told she could live there until she saved up money for her own place, or risk losing her car.

“You start work tomorrow, you better get some rest.” Her grandpa said as he entered the kitchen.

“Where?” Izzy asked.

She thought she would have a few days at least to relax and settle in before going to work.

“The diner up the way, they were nice enough to let you start right away.” He said.

“Yeah, how nice of them.” Izzy said with a smirk.

Her grandma showed her to the room in the back of the house. It has a small bed with a wooden headboard shaped like a wagon, and a dresser.

“This is your room.” She said, and then walked back down the hall.

Izzy looked around; there was no television, just a bed, a dresser, and a small nightstand with a lamp. It was a prison cell.

She plopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing she would have been allowed to stay home in her own room back home.

She pulled her phone from her pocket, held it in the air, but no signal could be found. Not only was there no Wi-Fi in this little farm house, but there was no signal either.

Izzy got up and walked out to the porch, holding her phone to the sky. She moved around the front yard looking for a signal, and noticed the closer she got to the barn, the faster her signal strength grew.

Inside the barn, the smell was horrific. The cows stood at the gate, chewing, staring, and judging. She watched as the chickens ran free through the hay, and gated pigs rolled in the mud.

She sat down on a bale of hay and called her parents. She begged them to let her come home, but they told her it was a good life lesson for her to stay. She couldn’t imagine what kind of life lessons she could learn here.

She climbed up the ladder to the loft where she and her cousins use to play as kids. Leaning up against a large pile of hay, she noticed something poking out from under one of the rafters.

She stretched up and pulled on the shiny paper until it broke loose. Two magazines fell into her lap, both with naked women on the cover.

Izzy felt a rush of excitement mixed with guilt as she picked up the top magazine. She looked around to make sure no one was in the barn, and then opened the cover to reveal the dirty images inside.

She had always been curious about sex. Her life at home only included a couple friends, both of which were introverts like herself, so she had never experienced anything yet. She hoped college would have been different, but she found herself locked in her dorm room, drawing her comics and smoking pot alone there too.

Her roommate was one of the popular girls, always going to parties, and surrounded by friends. She never invited Izzy, so that was part of her reason for coming home.

She felt her nipples harden as she thumbed through the images of women with large bushes. The familiar tingle in between her legs reminded her of how she felt when her roommate used to undress in front of her at college.

The female form intrigued Izzy, the curves, the hair, the pink flesh that hid beneath the folds; it was all erotic to her.

She stopped on the centerfold, unfolding it to reveal a beautiful woman. Her body was leaned back, as if floating on a cloud, and her legs open to reveal a pink clitoris pushing out from her bush.

Izzy slid her hand into her shorts, and then inside of her panties. Her own pink flesh was beginning to ache as she looked at the image of the woman. Her large breasts had a pink center, displaying little bumps around her hardened nipple.

She flipped to the next page where the same woman arched her back, spreading her pussy apart with her pink painted fingernails.

Izzy rubbed her own clit, feeling her slippery juices flow from her center. Her fingers slid between her plump lips, spreading herself open like the woman in the photo. She slid a finger inside of herself, pushing it deep as she arched her back mimicking the woman.

Her head fell back as she dropped the magazine onto her belly, and her finger pumped inside of her hard and deep. The palm of her hand rubbed against her swollen clit, creating the friction she needed to release her sexual tension onto her hand.

Her body quivered as she felt her pussy pulsate, and then the throbbing began underneath her palm. She felt her legs tighten, causing her pussy to clench around her hand as she let loose of her orgasm.

With the peak of her excitement came a soft moan that echoed through the barn. Izzy felt herself come back to reality as the barn door pushed open.

She shoved the magazines under the pile of hay, wiped her sticky fingers on her panties, and quickly fastened her pants.

“You in here?” Her grandpa’s voice echoed.

“Up here.” Izzy said as she climbed down the ladder.

“What the hell you doing up there?” He asked.

“I was trying to get service.” Izzy said, holding her phone up in the air.

“Well, I have to feed the animals, and you need to get in bed.” He grumbled.

“You have to be at the diner first thing.” He said.

Izzy smiled nervously as she rushed past her grandpa and headed towards the house.

Inside, she closed her bedroom door, undressed, and wore a large T-shirt to sleep in. Before she put on her panties, she squatted down in front of the mirror, spreading herself open in front of it, wondering if she was as beautiful as the woman in the magazine.

She fell onto the bed, slid her new panties on, and then climbed under the blankets. The images of the women in the magazine still floated around in her head. She wasn’t sure why the female body turned her on so much, because she felt equally as excited by the male form, so she knew she just needed some experience to discover what it was that she really wanted.

Chapter Two

A knock on the door woke Izzy from a peaceful slumber. Her head lifted from the pillow to hear her grandpa’s voice beckoning her from the other side of her bedroom door.

“Get up!” He shouted.

Izzy pulled herself up, looked out the window at the dark sky, and wondered what time it was.

She stepped out of bed, hitting the cool hardware floor with her bare feet, and then fumbled through her suitcase for a pair of shorts.

At the door, her grandpa stood, smiling with what was left of his teeth.

“I said first thing.” He said.

“I thought you meant first thing in the morning… like 9, it is still dark.” Izzy protested.

“It’s 5 O’clock.” He argued, and then disappeared down the hall.

Izzy could smell breakfast coming from the kitchen as she headed that direction.

Her grandma stood at the stove, turning bacon with a metal fork as it fried.

“You hungry?” She asked.

“Yes.” Izzy said, even though she was still too tired to eat.

She grabbed a coffee cup from the cupboard and filled it with the hot liquid brewing in the pot.

Her grandpa came into the kitchen, sat at the table, and within seconds her grandma poured him a cup of coffee and delivered it to him.

Izzy watched as her grandma server her grandpa a plate full of biscuits and gravy, three slices of bacon, and a two fried eggs.

She watched the man as he never said thank you, and never even smiled at his wife who waited on him so diligently.

Before Izzy could get up to make her own plate, her grandma delivered it to her, just as full as her grandpas.

“I would have made my own.” Izzy said.

Her grandma smiled at her lovingly, and then made her own plate before sitting down.

“Are you excited about your new job?” She asked.

Izzy couldn’t imagine what there could be to get excited about. The old diner at the end of the lane was run down, the food sucked, and she would be on her feet all day for little to no tips.

“Sure,” She said instead of being rude.

Izzy ate her bacon, and stabbed at her eggs with her fork. She wasn’t really hungry, but she knew her grandma went to a lot of trouble to make her food, so she forced as much of it down her throat as she possibly could before she got up from the table.

“We leave in 20 minutes.” Her grandpa announced.

“I need more time than that to get ready.” Izzy said.

“No time to get all pressed up, you overslept, get dressed so we can go.” He said.

Izzy rolled her eyes once she had her back turned from the old man. She remembered suddenly why she hated coming to their farm when she was a kid. The only thing that made it enjoyable was her grandma’s squishy hugs, and her cousins, but grandpa was a pain in the ass.

She went into her room, closing the door. She pulled the T-shirt from her head, throwing it on the floor, and searched through her bag for something to wear.

A pair of tan khaki shorts and a blue T-shirt was selected, and she quickly dressed. Her mother always argued with her about her clothing choices, saying she dressed like a boy and hid her cute figure. Izzy wore what was comfortable. She wasn’t comfortable showing off her body, and she wasn’t sure it was as cute as her mother said.

“Let’s go!” Her grandpa shouted as he tapped on her door.

“Five minutes!” Izzy yelled back.

She pulled her hair into a pony tail, decided to forget about any makeup, and opened up the door.

Her grandpa stood in the doorway, looking as if he was tapping his foot.

Izzy thought she saw him roll his eyes as he turned to walk down the hall. She wanted to slap him upside the head for his pushy behavior.

He stood at the front door while her grandma gave her a hug and a kiss. She wished her luck on her first day, and with every encouraging word, her grandpa became more impatient and frustrated.

“She’ll be home for dinner… it’s not like she’s going away to college or anything…” Her grandpa said with his annoying sarcasm.

Izzy followed him to the old beat up pickup truck. She climbed into the passenger side and watched him as he struggled to climb in the driver’s side.

She knew they were getting old. She began to wonder if she would be able to save enough money in this lonely town to get out before they kicked the bucket, and if she didn’t, would she inherit the farm and be stuck here?

The drive to the diner was short, so Izzy figured she would walk from now on, instead of riding along with the grumpy man every morning.

The lane was long, but they only passed two houses before making it into town. It would take less time to walk across town than it would to get to her nearest neighbor’s house.

Izzy couldn’t imagine living here. She had been here one day, and already she wanted out of this small town.

The diner sat on the corner, with a general store beside it. Across the street, a bank, a hardware store, and a feed store were situated next to a large park. There wasn’t much in the town, not like what Izzy was used to.

When her parent’s sent her, they said it should take her about a year to get enough money for a move, but Izzy was not willing to give this place more than a couple months, even if she had to live on the streets once she left.

Chapter Three

The diner was the only thing lit up on the street, and inside, a large man wearing a stained apron greeted them at the door.

“This must be little Elizabeth.” He said.

“Yeah, all grown up and ready to work.” Her grandpa said with a smirk.

“Izzy, I don’t go by Elizabeth anymore.” She said.

“Izzy?” The man said, and then placed his finger on his chin like he was thinking.

“Ok, Izzy it is.” He agreed, as if she had asked him for his approval.

“She’s all yours,” Her grandpa said, and then headed for the door.

Izzy felt strange standing there with the man who looked as if he just butchered a cow in the back. At least she hoped it was a cow.

“Ok. First things first, you need a uniform.” He said.

He was friendly as he tugged at her hand, pulling her towards the back office.

He grabbed an ugly orange and yellow dress from the rack behind his desk and handed it to Izzy.

“You can wear those shoes today, but tomorrow you need to find a pair of white tennis shoes.” He said.

Izzy held the dress and stared at the man in disbelief. She knew she would have to wear a uniform, but she was hoping for something a little more flattering.

“You can change in here.” He said, leaving her alone and closing the door behind him.

She stripped out of her khaki’s and T-shirt, and pulled the dress up over her head. It was tight in the chest, causing her small, but perky breasts to push through the neckline.

Having her breasts, the focus of attention was not something Izzy was comfortable with, so she opened the door and motioned for the man to come back to the office.

“I don’t think this fits.” She said.

“Let me see.” He said, pulling the door open.

The smile on his face let Izzy know he found her focal point, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

“That fits perfect.” He said.

He grabbed a nametag from his drawer, wrote the name Izzy on it, and then handed it to her.

Izzy signed as she pinned the tag to her chest. The skirt was shorter than she would prefer, showing her knees, and at least five or six inches of skin above them.

The man finally introduced himself as Sam, and then proceeded to show Izzy what she would be doing for the day.

They went over the menu, the daily specials, and the cash register. It was all pretty simple, but it was a lot to learn in just the few moments before they opened.

A tall blonde walked through the front door wearing the same ugly uniform as Izzy. She smiled and introduced herself as Valerie, and then took over for Sam while she showed Izzy how to do her job.

The woman had large breasts that almost fell out of the uniform. Her nipples popped through the material, letting Izzy know she neglected to wear a bra. When she bent over to grab the coffee cups, her skirt revealed a small part of her panties, and a good part of her ass cheeks.

Valerie caught Izzy staring at her backside when she bent over and laughed.

“Yeah, the skirts short, so expect the dirty old men to ask for a clean coffee cup.” She said with a smile.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to put the cups and other stuff up higher?” Izzy asked.

“Sam put them there for a reason.” She laughed.

“And besides, that’s how you get the best tips.” She added.

The first customer walked through the door. A small man who had to be at least 65. He wore a straw hat, a plaid shirt, and stiff bright blue jeans. He took a seat at the counter.

“Who’s the new girl?” He asked Valerie.

“That’s Izzy, she’s training today.” She said.

The man smiled at her, and then winked. Izzy stared, somewhat shocked from the man’s open flirt.

Izzy tagged along as Valerie took the man’s order, grabbed him a clean coffee cup while he gawked at her ass, and then leaned over the counter to wipe up his spill while pushing her breasts close to his face.

When the front door opened again, sounding a small bell, Valerie told Izzy to take the table.

Two men, probably in their early 30’s took a seat in a booth towards the back. They wore tight T-shirts, blue jeans, and baseball caps. Their muscles bulged through their sleeves, and they both smiled at her as she stood at their table.

“Can I take your order?” She asked.

The first man stared at the menu, while the other was fixated on her breasts. Izzy felt a sudden surge of excitement, but the feeling of embarrassment was stronger.

The first man ordered the breakfast special, and then winked at Izzy. His eyes were deep blue, his stubbles on his face rugged and manly, and caught herself getting lost in his deep voice.

The second man spoke up, giving her his order and pulling her from her daydream about the man’s hard abs, strong arms, and beautiful smile.

Izzy was bright red as she brought the ticket over to Sam.

“That’s Tommy and Caleb, hot huh?” Valerie asked.

“Yeah,” Izzy said, and then turned an even brighter shade of pink.

“Caleb is a perv, but a good fuck.” Valerie said.

Izzy was shocked the woman was so candor about her experiences. But, if Izzy was to have any experience, Caleb was not the one she found the most attractive, it was Tommy.

“What about Tommy?” Izzy asked.

“He’s shy. Maybe you can pull him out of his shell?” Valerie teased.

Izzy brought their food to the table, setting it down in front of them without making eye contact. Her face was still bright red, and she knew the men were probably having fun watching her struggle.

“Thanks sweetheart.” Caleb said with a wink.

Tommy just smiled.

Izzy walked away, and then took the order at the next table where a man and wife sat. She was surprised the diner was so busy. She thought everyone was like her grandma, up at the crack of ass and serving everyone in the house a home cooked breakfast.

When Tommy and Caleb left, Tommy smiled, and Caleb winked. Izzy wished it was the other way around, but it still felt good to get some attention or a change.

She picked up the bill from the table, as well as the money and brought it to the register.

“Valerie, this must be wrong.” She said.

Izzy handed her the bill and the $20 left with it.

“The bill was only eleven dollars…” Izzy said.

“Well, looks like you just made a nine dollar tip, and you got a date…” She said with a smile.

She handed the bill to Izzy, turning it over so she could read the message left by Caleb.

If you want to have some fun in this town, call me 267-8465 J

“How do you know that’s Caleb?” Izzy asked, hoping it wasn’t.

“That’s his number, and his style. Tommy is too shy.” She said.

Izzy shoved the bill into the register.

“You don’t want the number?” Valerie asked.

“No.” Izzy said.

Chapter Four

The breakfast crowd slowed down, and Izzy got to talk to Valerie for a while before the lunch crowd started.

Valerie told her how she used to party at the lake when she was younger, and that Izzy was going to love the parties.

Izzy had never been to a party in her life, and since she didn’t know anyone her age in this small town, she was ready to bet she would never see a party here either.

“I remember skinny dipping, making out on the hill….ahh, I miss those days when everyone was so free.” Valerie said.

“You don’t party there anymore?” Izzy asked.

“I mean, you’re still young.” She added.

“It’s kind of like a rite of passage here. Once you hit 30, you have to stop partying and settle down.” She said.

Izzy wondered if her mom and dad partied at the lake. Valerie made it sound like it got really wild out there, and she just couldn’t imagine either of her parents being free about anything.

Sam came out of the kitchen and butted into the girl’s conversation.

“Oh yeah, I remember the party days at the lake.” He said with a grin and then slapped Valerie on the ass.

She let out a little squeal, and then smiled at him as if she liked his smack.

When he disappeared back into the kitchen, Valerie’s lips curled into a smile.

“So, you and Sam?” Izzy asked.

“Back when things were open and free, sure.” Valerie said.

Izzy couldn’t imagine Valerie with Sam. She was beautiful, tall and lean, and Sam was short, wide and lacking any attractive qualities that she could see.

“Looks like we’re getting a crowd of young ones, you take them.” Valerie said, motioning to the door.

Five kids walked inside and took the corner booth. They all looked like they were between 18 and 23. Izzy was excited to see people her age in the small town, but she knew from experience, that didn’t always mean she was going to have friends.

She walked over to the table. A lanky red head boy with freckles smiled at her. The brunette girl sitting beside him have her a smirk she was used to, one that said not to bother trying to be friends. The two blonde guys in the center were arguing over who was the stronger swimmer, and the blonde on the end had curly hair, big green eyes, and a warm inviting smile.

“You’re new.” The blonde on the end said.

“Yes, started today.” She said.

“I mean to the town.” The blonde said.

“Oh yeah. I am staying with my grandparents for a while.” Izzy said.

“Good.” The blonde said and smiled softly.

Izzy felt like she was flirting with her, but she had never been flirted with before, so she wasn’t sure.

The two blonde guys had quit arguing, and started demanding Izzy’s attention as they ordered over top of each other.

Once Izzy got everyone’s order, she brought the ticket to Sam.

While she made their drinks, she kept catching the blonde girl’s eyes on her. It gave her a rush of excitement.

“Thank you,” The blonde said as she sat her Coke in front of her.

“I’m Sherry.” She said, extending her hand to Izzy.

“Izzy.” She said, taking the girl's hand.

She felt a tingle in her breasts as the girl smiled at her while holding her hand.

“Yeah, it’s on your name tag.” The brunette said with sarcasm in her tone.

“Don’t be a bitch Sue.” One of the blondes said as they pushed her on her shoulder playfully.

She rolled her eyes, and then sipped on her Cherry Coke as she stared at Izzy.

Izzy left the table and went back to the kitchen. She helped Sam get their plates together, and then Valerie helped her carry it out to them.

The brunette turned her attentions to Valerie, staring her down as she placed her burger in front of her. Sherry smiled at Izzy, watching her every move. Her eyes were deep green and pierced into Izzy’s skin as they stared.

Izzy smiled back at the girl, and caught one of the blonde boys staring at her as she did. Izzy wasn’t sure if he was her boyfriend or not, but he seemed a little possessive over Sherry. He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and whispered something in her ear. Sherry giggled.

Izzy walked back behind the counter, feeling as though maybe she misread the girl’s friendly nature.

“Looks like you made a new friend.” Valerie said, nodding towards the table of kids.

“Yeah, probably not.” Izzy said.

“Why not, Sherry seemed pretty friendly towards you.” She said.

“Yeah, and that brunette gave me the look to stay away.” Izzy said with a nervous chuckle.

“Sue?” Valerie said, rolling her eyes.

“That girl is a bitch.” She said.

“Yeah, and I know well enough to stay away from bitches.” Izzy said.

“Don’t let her get to you honey, I used to date her daddy, so she hates me too.” Valerie laughed.

Izzy started wondering if Valerie dated everyone in the town. Maybe her working next to her was going to give her the same reputation. She wanted to make friends, not enemies.

“We were in love, until he knocked her momma up. And trust me; her momma is a  bigger bitch than that little girl.” Valerie said.

“He cheated on you?” Izzy asked.

“Not exactly. It’s a long story.” Valerie said, looking sad.

Izzy watched her as she walked away. She was intrigued by the woman, and figured she could at least keep her informed about the people in the town, even if she may end up with a bad reputation by being her friend. Izzy thought to herself “This may be the only friend I get.”

She went to the table of kids and started clearing their plates. The red headed boy asked for a refill, and the two blonde boys started arguing over who was going to pay the bill.

Izzy avoided contact with the blonde girl as she watched the brunette glare at her. She took the plates, dropped them to the kitchen, and then refilled the Coke for the boy at the end with red hair.

As she watched them all get up to leave, the blonde girl lingered at the table until they all made their way to the door.

The redheaded boy and the brunette girl walked outside, while the two blonde boys shoved money towards Valerie to pay the tab.

The blonde girl walked over to Izzy and smiled.

“It was good to meet you Izzy.” She said.

“You too.” Izzy said, feeling the flutter in her stomach.

“Are you working tomorrow?” She asked.

“Yes.” Izzy answered.

She had never discussed a schedule with Sam, but she was working tomorrow, no matter what, even if for free, just to see Sherry again.

“Good, I will come by for lunch then.” She said.

Izzy watched her turn and walk away. She was short, but thin. Her curls bounced on her shoulders as she walked, and her tiny birthmark on her back was revealed when she leaned over to pick up the dollar one of the blonde boys dropped.

Izzy cleared the table, wiped it down, and pocketed the $8 in tips left on the table. She couldn’t get Sherry out of her mind. She couldn’t wait to see her again tomorrow.

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Book 4: Win Her Stepbrother
by Ella Gottfried

Copyright © 2015 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

Jenny was one week away from her winter break, and she was determined to do it right. She had one test left, but she could deal with that. It was Philosophy and Ethics and she knew she’d ace it.

So she was all prepared to turn her attention to more pressing matters, like all the parties she had to work into her already very busy schedule.

After that, she would be going home. She was looking forward to going home to Chesapeake. She’d missed the water. Jenny loved swimming, though that would have to wait till summer unless it turned out to be a really mild winter. It was possible. She didn’t mind bracing waters as long as it wasn’t freezing.

She especially loved skinny dipping when no one was watching – or at least, when the right person was watching. The right person, for almost six years, had been Nate, her stepbrother.

Ever since she was seventeen, she had had a crush on Nate. She had been shy, painfully so, and just growing out of the baby fat stage.

She would never have even dreamed of going skinny dipping in the cool waters of Chesapeake Bay back then. But by the time she was nineteen, she had finally got rid of the baby fat, and she had grown into a beautiful young woman. She was just a few days shy of twenty-one. Her birthday party would be off the charts, of course.

But Nate still insisted on treating her like the shy, awkward little sister she had been at seventeen. Even more mortifying, he had realized quite quickly that she was mooning along after him.

He had been amused, and kind, and sweet, and indulgent, but he had treated her like a child. It had been a huge relief when he’d gone back to college, honestly.

Since then, they had barely had any time together. Nate still made it back home for the holidays now and then, but he had been busy doing the whole starving artist thing.

Not that you can really starve when you have a trust fund and your father owns one of the most reputable boat building companies in the country, of course.

Jenny supposed she’d lucked out when her mother, Nancy, married Jack. She hadn’t grown up with a lot of luxuries, but overnight, she’d become a trust fund baby.

Not that she used it, or abused Jack’s affection. She had worked part time till a couple of weeks ago. She’d lucked out, really – she’d had the chance to go into linguistics at the University of Virginia.

She hadn’t had to work crappy waitressing jobs that would’ve driven her nuts. She’d been able to wait till she got a job at a book store, and she’d loved every minute of that. She could even go on to do Linguistic Anthropology, and wasn’t that a pipe dream if your first priority was to pay off student loans and put food on the table?

So she was definitely lucky. She acknowledged that. So feeling resentful because the marriage had suddenly put Nate so far out of her reach was just petty to her.

She had developed that seriously massive crush on Nate the day Nancy and she had moved to Chesapeake, back when she was fifteen. For two years, she’d hoped for and dreaded the day Nate would finally look at her.

She’d completely missed all the signs between Nancy and Jack, she’d been so wrapped up in her own fantasy world. For a moment, she’d been thrilled for herself as much as her mother – now Nate couldn’t possibly ignore her, she’d thought.

She had been absolutely right. He hadn’t ignored her. He had treated her like his little sister. She had definitely not seen him as a big brother.

Every time he stripped off his shirt and did a cannonball off the dock, and he’d done that a lot that first summer, she had had to take a few moments for herself up in her room.

She had spent a lot of time in her bed dreaming of him, her hand slipping down between her legs, stroking herself to shuddering orgasms.

With time, she had found more and more ways of spying on him. She should be ashamed of herself, she supposed, but she had found a little crack in the back of her closet that let her see into his room.

She had spent a lot of time in her closet after that, fingering herself and trying not to moan as she came, over and over again.

She had once watched him jacking off to a copy of Penthouse. She had sneaked into the room after that and found the copy of Penthouse for herself.

She had looked at all the girls in it and sworn to herself that she would, one day, be as desirable as they were.

She considered herself to have blossomed into a more realistic kind of desirable, but desirable, nonetheless.

A man like Nate obviously liked a woman who knew what to do once she got a man naked. She had spied on him with the girl he’d been dating, off and on, since high school.

Once, when their parents had gone out on a date, she had watched them together. Cindy had definitely known what to do.

To be fair, Jenny was a bit ashamed of her actions now. She shouldn’t have spied on her stepbrother. It was a violation of privacy, though not really a violation of trust, because he’d never considered her somebody to confide in, at all.

She hoped to change all of that when she got home. Of course, they were lucky – there was a heated indoor pool, thanks to Jack’s fortune, for skinny dipping in the winter.

She had got all her shopping done and she had gifts for everybody.

But she really hoped that she would finally be able to give Nate the one gift she had always wanted to give him – the pleasure of her body, and more.

“Jen! Come on, I’ve got to shower, too!”

Ah, the joys of living in a dorm, she thought.

“Relax, the party doesn’t really get started for another hour. We’ll be there in good time. Before all the good boys are taken,” she said, opening the bathroom door and grinning at her roommate and best friend, Leah.

“Let’s just make sure,” declared Leah as she ducked in.

Chapter Two

“I think we look hot,” said Jenny.

She checked out her reflection in the mirror. Her blonde curls were tumbling around her shoulders. Her deep blue eyes were sparkling. Now that she wore contacts, her eyes, not clunky frames, drew all of the attention to her. Her short, straight nose was all natural. She had learned how to play up her cheekbones, which had appeared when she lost some of her baby chubbiness.

Her lips were kissable and perfect – wide and luscious. They could curve into an irresistibly inviting smile. This confidence thing was a good deal, she decided as she checked out the rest of her appearance.

The snug tights showed off her long legs, while the sweater that skimmed her hips showed off her breasts perfectly. Thank heavens she hadn’t lost weight there, she often thought.

“I know I do,” quipped Leah.

She was wearing a short dress with leggings. The dress showed off her curves beautifully. She and Jenny were almost the same size, but Leah had long, dark hair and large brown eyes. When they walked into a room, all of the boys took note. So did some of the girls.

What a change from just a few years ago, marveled Jenny almost every single time.

“I’ve got my eye on Brian, okay?”

Leah gave Jenny the first hands-off warning. Jenny shrugged.

“Sure. I’m not really looking for a boy tonight. I just want to have fun.”

Leah looked skeptical.

“Jen, you’ve barely gotten laid since you broke up with Theo. It isn’t good for you. It makes you grumpy.”

“Does not!”

“You nearly bit my head off when I woke you up in the morning. You told me to wake you up early so you could go out for your morning run.”

“Yeah, but I was up till four watching Daredevil.”

“See? Grumpy.”

“Fine, but I’m not going to get laid just so I won’t be grumpy. I’ve got plans,” said Jenny.

“Ah, the secret Stepbrother Mission!”

Leah had heard all about it.

“Well, you saw him once, didn’t you? On Skype?”

“Yes, I did, and yes, I agree, it’s quite a worthy mission. But it hasn’t started yet, so you might as well have fun before winter break. Brian’s cousin is in town. His name is Daniel, he’s a couple of years older than us, and from what I’ve seen, he is absolutely delish.”

Jenny considered.

“You’d be doing me a favor, too. Having him tag along would probably lower my chances of getting laid.”

Jenny grinned.

“I’ll distract him, but I’m not going to sleep with him just so you can sleep with Brian,” she told Leah. “Besides,” she went on, “you’re more than capable of befuddling a man’s brains without any help from me.”

“True. But I really want to put myself out there tonight. I want to show Tim that I am not pining away for him.”

“I’m glad you’re rid of him,” agreed Jenny.

“The nerve of him! Just because I have a hot roommate and best friend doesn’t mean that I’m gagging to get her to fuck him with me.”

Leah was obviously still seething about that. Tim, the Asshole, had suggested a threesome on their third date. It had taken Jenny a while to convince Leah that she hadn’t brought it on herself. Some assholes were just assholes. There was nothing you could do about that.

“Well, hopefully Brian isn’t like that,” consoled Jenny.

“If he is…”

Jenny grinned at Leah. Leah had an explosive temper that came and went extremely quickly, unlike Jenny’s slow-burning one.

“I’m sure he’ll end up really regretting it if he is. Now, are we ready to knock ‘em dead or what?”

They stood next to each other and looked at their reflection. They nodded approvingly and grinned.

“I think we are,” they agreed, and left to party.

An hour later, Jenny wasn’t having nearly as much fun as she’d been planning to. Daniel was older, true, but older didn’t mean sophisticated. He was boring.

He was going to be a hedge fund manager. Well, good luck with that, but she didn’t want to hear another word. She looked around, desperate for a way to escape.

“I’m sorry to intrude, but you’re Jenny, right?”

Jenny turned around with a huge grin on her face.

“Yes, I am. And you are?”

“I’m Cameron.”

“Oh yeah, you’re in my Ethics class,” exclaimed Jenny.

And she had noticed him. He was blonde and blue-eyed, too. Leah had once suggested that they’d make a golden couple.

But somehow, she had ended up dating Theo, the tortured soul instead. She’d been so wrapped up in Theo, she’d barely noticed anybody else in her classes. Otherwise, she would’ve paid more attention to someone like Cameron.

“If you have a minute, I really need your help with something. For the final paper,” he added.

She knew for a fact that Cameron had submitted his final paper already. They were the only two who’d turned their papers in early.

But she was glad for the excuse, and grateful for it.

“Sure. I’m sorry, Daniel, but do you mind? A friend in need, you know,” said Jenny, and she left, hastily.

She followed Cameron outside into the courtyard, where the music didn’t pound on your eardrums. It was almost pleasant.

“Thanks,” said Jenny.

He handed her a drink. She sniffed and decided it was definitely beer, and took a sip. She usually stopped after three beers, even at a party, and she’d already had that to combat the assault on her senses that was Daniel.

But another won’t hurt, she thought, and turned to Cameron.

“So, why did you rescue me?” she asked, her luscious lips curved into an inviting smile.

Maybe she would get laid, she thought. One last little fling before she finally got to work on getting Nate naked.

Chapter Three

“You seemed to be looking for a way out,” said Cameron with a smile.

He did have a nice smile, decided Jenny.

“Were you looking for me?”

Cameron grinned as if he was relieved that things were going well.

“I guess I was,” he admitted a bit sheepishly.

“Well, you’ve found me. Now what do you want to do with me?” she asked, and her words were as suggestive as the look she gave him.

Cameron tossed back the drink in his hand and set the paper cup aside.

“Well, you know I’m an Astronomy major, so I know my stars. I can get up onto one of the terraces. How would you like to come and watch the stars with me, Jenny?”

Jenny smiled. That was far better than most college boys’ silly attempts at getting her into bed with them.

“I don’t think that’s an offer I’ve ever had before. College is all about new experiences, right?”

Cameron grinned.

“I sure as hell hope so,” he said.

She let him take her hand and lead her inside a building. They went up the stairs for what seemed like forever and finally got to a locked door and grill.

Jenny looked at him enquiringly.

“Now what do we do?”

He produced a key, to her admiration, and nonchalantly opened the door.

“What do you have in your bag?” she asked, gesturing towards his backpack.

“Dinner. I hope you like sandwiches, though. I don’t have anything nicer. And wine.”

Now Jenny really was impressed.

“You really put a lot of thought into this, didn’t you?” she asked as she watched him spread a comfortable blanket on the floor and set up the food and drinks.

He had even managed a little plastic wine glass. She was definitely impressed.

She sat down and was amused when he got a portable telescope out of his bag; a small one that she bet would be more useful snooping into neighbors’ homes than for stargazing.

“So, Cameron, did you plan to get me up here, or am I a consolation prize?”

Cameron chuckled.

“I wasn’t sure what the evening was going to be like. I planned to stay for an hour and come up here on my own, if you didn’t want to come along. But, well, you were there, and I was there, and now we’re here.”

Jenny liked the honesty. She appreciated that when she was planning to sleep with somebody. She had already decided that she would start fucking him, but only if he was okay with cutting ties when they left for their winter break.

“You’re honest. So, why astronomy?”

She took a sip of wine and was surprised that it was quite good.

“I love the stars. I always wanted to be an astrophysicist. I’m doing the science, too.”

“So you want to work for NASA or something?”

Cameron laughed, and she decided that he was extremely attractive.

“Maybe. I haven’t quite made up my mind. What about you? You’re not a philosophy major.”

“No, I’m not. Linguistics. Linguistic Anthropology is my end game. So, Cameron, are you going to show me some stars?”

She let him take the lead and slip an arm around her shoulder as she sipped wine and looked at stars with him.

She was surprised at how long it took him to finally make a move. When she felt his mouth on her neck, his lips nuzzling her, she grinned.

About time.

But first, she needed to set the record straight.

“Cameron… You know that I just broke up with Theo, don’t you?”

He stopped.

“I know. And I just broke up with my girlfriend, too. I’m not looking for anything from you, Jenny. Whatever you want. We don’t have to do anything, at all. We can just stay here and have some wine, looking up at the stars. That sounds like a good way to spend the night to me.”

He really was sweet.

“What if you’re looking for more than I can give you?”

Cameron smiled.

“I like you, Jenny. But not enough that you’ll break my heart. I’ve had enough of heartbreak. I really was planning to come here alone, as you can clearly see?”

Jenny suddenly noticed that he was drinking wine from a paper cup, not a plastic wine glass. He had only packed one.

He hadn’t been planning to bring her up there.

Jenny laughed.

“As long as we’re sure that our hearts are very definitely not involved in any part of this,” she said, leaning towards him slowly. She felt his warm breath on her as his face came closer to her, and she let her eyes close.

“No, open your eyes,” said Cameron.

Jenny’s eyes flew open.

“Your eyes… They’re almost like the midnight sky. I can see the stars in them. I want to see them as I kiss you.”

Jenny drew in a shaky breath.

“Why did your girlfriend break up with you again, if you have lines like that?” she asked, because it was undeniably effective.

“She didn’t. I broke up with her. But do we have to talk about that right now?”

Jenny smiled.

“What would you rather do, then?”

“I would rather kiss you till talking is the last thing on our minds, Jenny,” said Cameron, and she decided that she was going to let him do just that.

“Then kiss me, Cameron,” she said.

Chapter Four

Jenny kept her eyes open and on his as his hand cupped the back of her head, tilting her face up towards his.

His lips whispered over hers, so softly and gently that they were barely touching.

She felt his tongue slip between her lips and lick her lips softly, and felt that contact all the way down to her pussy. She could feel her nipples tingling.

Leah was right. She did need to get laid.

He didn’t touch any other part of her as his lips pressed on hers just a bit more firmly. She felt her lips parting eagerly in response. She felt his tongue sliding between her lips and finding hers.

He stroked his tongue along hers and urged her to open her mouth. She was glad to, and she found it erotic when his tongue moved along hers more insistently, their lips melted together now.

She wanted him to touch her. But his hands stayed annoyingly away from her.

“Cameron… Touch me,” she told him.

She felt his hand move to the hem of her sweater. She thought it would glide up to cup her breast and tease her nipple. She wanted his fingers brushing over her nipple.

But he slipped his hand under her sweater and went for her pussy. His hand covered her mound, making her jerk in surprise. But his hand stayed there, holding her pussy, over her panties and her tights.

He started moving his fingers gently. She could feel that pressure and friction against her clit.

She moaned against his mouth as she got wet. She wanted to feel him, skin against skin. But he kept rubbing her through the fabric. The friction of her satin underwear made her shudder.

On a long moan, she spread her legs for him. She wanted to feel his fingers slide between her pussy lips and find her clit, to touch her there, to feel how wet she was.

But he kept rubbing her. She felt her orgasm come close, so close that she could almost touch it, and he stopped, keeping her on that edge.

As she whimpered in protest, she felt his hand move up from her pussy, till he found the bare skin of her stomach. She felt her muscles clench and tremble as his hand moved up, almost to her breasts.

Her head fell back on a moan as he teased her. She felt his lips on her neck, kissing and licking. She was so turned on that she was shuddering. She needed to come, so badly.

Finally, he found her breast, cupping it over her bra. She felt his fingers feather over her nipple, barely touching it. His finger drew circles around it as she squirmed, trying to make him touch her nipple.

“Cameron, I need you to touch me, please!”

“Like this? Is this how you want me to touch you?” asked Cameron and touched her nipple, brushing his finger back and forth across it.

She was so wound up that she nearly came when he did that.

“You’re so sexy, Jenny. The hottest girl on campus. I’ve wanted to fuck you from the day I first saw you,” he said, making her shiver.

“Now I’m going to take my time fucking you. I want your pussy so wet that it’s dripping when I push my cock all the way in you,” he whispered in her ear.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered as she felt his hand move to her back and unhook her bra. She felt his hand slip under her bra and finally touch her nipple. She shivered as he touched and teased her.

“You have beautiful breasts, Jenny. I want to see them. Show me your tits.”

Jenny pushed her sweater up to her neck. The cold air made her already hard nipples even tighter.

They were creamy and round, with rosy nipples and pretty pink areolas.

She held her breath as he bent down to her breasts and licked her nipples. He licked them, one after the other.

“I want to suck on both of them. Push your breasts together,” said Cameron.

Jenny had never been with anybody who took charge like that. She definitely liked it, she decided as she pushed her breasts together and offered them to him.

He pushed her back onto the blanket as he took both of her nipples into his mouth and started sucking on them.

“Yes, oh yes that feels so good,” she said as his mouth sucked and licked her, relentlessly.

She felt his hand move down her body to cup her pussy again, applying that pressure again.

“Cameron, please, touch me, touch my pussy. You’ve made me so wet. Don’t you want to feel how wet I am for you now?”

She felt his hand slip under her tights and she spread her legs for him. She felt his fingers move over her panties.

“Your panties are soaked. You’re a horny girl, aren’t you, Jenny? You love being fucked.”

“Yes, I love being fucked. I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, so turned on that she would’ve said anything to make him fuck her.

She felt his fingers pull her panties aside and finally, she felt his fingers on her pussy lips. She felt his fingers slide between her pussy lips and move up and own, giving her clit that friction and pressure she needed so badly.

“Oh, you’re such a bad girl, Jenny,” said Cameron.

She thought of how she had watched Nate fuck Cindy, how she had fingered herself, just like Cameron was doing now, when he’d done it.

“Yes, I’m a bad girl,” said Jenny, her hips moving as she tried to get him to finger her.

She felt him slide a finger inside her and moaned encouragingly. She felt him slip another finger inside her wet cunt, his thumb rubbing her clit, and her hips moved in that rhythm she needed.

She was going to come. She was going to…

But he stopped, again.

He moved quickly, slipping her leggings and her panties off. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off.

He sat down, straddling her. His cock wasn’t very long, but it was thick. It was perfect for filling her little pussy.

She opened her mouth and he gave her his cock to suck. She wrapped her lips around it, using her tongue to lick him. She felt his hips move, as he started fucking her mouth slowly.

She felt his body begin to tense and stopped.

He pulled away from her and fumbled in the bag for a condom.

“Let me,” purred Jenny, and opened it. She slipped it on him, slowly, sliding her hand up and down his cock, sliding her thumb over his tip.

He finally moved down her body and she wrapped her legs around him.

“Fuck me, Cameron,” she said, and she felt him push his cock inside her.

It was a tight fit. She loved it.

“Oh, you feel good,” she told him, kissing his neck as he started moving, thrusting hard and fast as if he’d held back as long as he could.

“Oh yes, you’re so tight and wet,” said Cameron.

She slipped her hand between them to find her clit and rubbed his cock as he fucked her. She felt her orgasm building, again, and knew that this time, she would have it.

He fucked her hard and fast as she rubbed her clit. She closed her eyes and thought of Nate fucking her, and she felt her orgasm wash over her wave after wave.

Chapter Five

“Happy birthday dear Jenny, happy birthday to you!”

Jenny laughed and blew out the candles – all twenty one of them.

“Hey, you’re finally legal, girl!”

Leah grabbed her in a tight hug.

“Yes, I am. And we shall use my id to buy all the booze today, to celebrate!”

That was greeted by a cheer.

She turned around when somebody tapped her on her shoulder, a wide smile on her face.

“Cameron!”

Jenny was honestly delighted. Cameron had been true to his word. He hadn’t pushed, he hadn’t tried to make it more than it was. If things with Nate didn’t work out, and he stayed single, she was quite open to considering him a regular booty call and a good friend.

“You got me a gift,” she squealed.

She loved gifts.

She opened her box and found a small model telescope in there.

“To remind you to watch stars,” he said with an impish twinkle in his blue eyes.

She grabbed him in a tight hug, too.

“You are awesome. I’m sure you will find the perfect girl.”

“Until I do, do you want to celebrate your birthday in private?”

He waggled his eyebrows ridiculously, making her chuckle.

“Maybe. Let’s see how the night turns out,” she told him.

But she knew that she wouldn’t be fucking him, or anybody else that night.

She would be going home the next day, and she was completely focused on her goal. She had had an incredible time with Cameron, but she’d known that that was just an interlude.

She was single, he was single, and they had enjoyed each other. She hadn’t made a practice of doing that, and she was glad that when she finally made an exception, it was with Cameron.

“That’s a no,” he said, his expression shrewd.

Jenny chuckled.

“You’ve gotten to know me a bit too well in the last week,” she told him.

He slipped an arm around her.

“That’s all right. No harm, no foul,” he assured her.

“You really are a sweetheart,” she told him.

“Hey, stop monopolizing the birthday girl,” demanded Leah, and she grabbed Jenny’s hand.

“So, Jenny, ready to have a wild last night in college – at least for a while?”

“Well, I’ve got my fingers crossed. I hope I’m going home to a wilder time than college.”

Leah knew exactly what Jenny meant, but before she could say a word, Brian walked in. Leah and Brian had really hit it off together.

As Leah squealed and ran off to Brian, Jenny managed to slip outside. She turned her face up to the stars and breathed in the brisk air.

Soon, she thought, she would do something she had been waiting all her life to do. She would finally stop longing for Nate from the shadows.

She would finally be noticed by him. She would finally get the chance to seduce him.

She was ready for it. She knew she was.

She was going to Chesapeake to see her family, and she wasn’t coming back till she had finally convinced her stepbrother to put his hands all over her.

This time, she wouldn’t be hiding in her closet and watching him. This time, she would be with him. He would finally see her.

With a grin, Jenny went back inside. She was the birthday girl, after all.

Tomorrow, she would go home. Tonight, she decided, she would party.

The End of Book 1 of 5

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