Love At First Academy

by Kat Cameron

  “Malia I don’t want a pity fuck. That is not the reason I just told you all of that. My intention was for you to know more about me, not this.” I tried to say with as much strength in it but my voice wavered at the end. She looked at me and what came out of her mouth next shocked the fuck out of me.

  “Asher I would never pity fuck anyone. I am giving you something I have only given one person and he left as soon as it was over. You gave me something that mattered to you and opened up to me. Let me return the favor?” she questioned. Coming closer she started to lift up my shirt but stopped and looked at me asking for permission with her eyes.

  I gave her a slight nod to let her know it was okay. She lifted slowly and I winced slightly not because she hurt me but I didn't want her to feel pity for me. She got the shirt over my head and sucked in her breath. It looks a lot worse than it was. Jason hadn’t gotten to me in a couple of days. I had bruises all over me from his fists and sometimes his boots he wore. Malia pushed me on my back and she straddled my legs. Leaning down she started kissing all the bruising.

  One by one she covered all of them with her perfect lips. Every time she kissed somewhere new I got the chills and I had to keep my hands from grabbing her and just taking her like I wanted to. Her lips felt like feathers soft and wispy. Making her way up my neck her lips landed on mine and I was gone. She had me turned on and harder then I have ever been.

  Grabbing her hips I pulled her closer to me since she felt too far away. Her smell of peaches and sunshine was stronger now maybe because she was all over me. I tried to take my time because I didn’t want to rush her but she was making it difficult.

  When I bit her lip softly she gave me a little gasp and I took my chance to slip my tongue in her mouth. She must have been chewing gum earlier because she had a minty taste to her. She let me in without hesitation and I brought my hand up to the back of her hair and flipped her over so she was under me.

  “Asher wait,” she breathed out.

  “Shit what’s wrong are you okay?” I said out of breath.

  “It isn’t me I am worried about it is you. Are you alright?” she asked. I just leaned in and kissed her again letting her know she is the only thing on my mind right now. Hovering over her I took one hand a trace from her collar bone to the middle of her boobs and stopped at her bra. Malia nodded and I unsnapped it and let her perfect boobs free. Her skin was so soft I just wanted to run my hands over her all night.

  Groaning I kissed down her neck while playing with her nipples in between my finger and thumb. When I got down to them with my mouth I took one of her pink dusky nipples in my mouth and flicked my tongue over it. Malia was moaning and arching her back while her hand was in my hair to keep me there. I did the same thing to the other one and trailed my hand down to her jeans.

  Popping her button I looked up at her just to make sure she wanted it and she pleaded, “Please Asher!” Well, that is what I wanted to hear. Sitting back on my knees I pulled her jeans off and….

  “Fuck could you be any more perfect?” I asked after I saw she was wearing panties to match her bra. Leaning forward I started to kiss above her panty line on her belly but she said, “Asher you have too many clothes on. Off. Now.”

  “Bossy little thing aren’t you?” I quipped. Getting up off the bed I got my pants off and then looked up at her to check one last time that this is what she wanted. Once we did this there wasn't any going back and I didn’t want her to have regrets.

  She licked her lips and demanded, “Asher if you don’t hurry up I will have to take care of myself,” while trailing her hand down south at the same time. I grabbed a condom out of my nightstand and ripped off my boxer briefs. Getting back on the bed I noticed she still had her panties on and…. her hand was now under them. Damn it this woman was something else.

  “Want me to get those for you?”

  “Asher!!” she moaned my name and that did it. Pulling the condom on and rolling it down my length, I laid in between her legs and slid her panties to the side. Malia took me in her hand and stroked me three times and I almost came right there. Her touch was soft but she gripped me hard and stroked just the way I like it.

  When she put me at her entrance I slowly pushed inside her wet heat. She was already moaning and thrusting up against me from playing with herself. She was so tight and perfect. I started to push in and out slowly because I knew I was a bit big and I didn’t want to hurt her but then she said, “Asher I won’t break please.” If that is what she wanted. I started to thrust in and out harder and faster. She looked so fucking beautiful with her hair all messy and her chest and cheeks were a pretty pink.

  “Asher… fuck right there!” she shouted. At this point I didn’t really care about her making any noise because the headboard was hitting the wall in time with us writhing all over. She felt so good under me.

  As I slipped my hand between our bodies I rubbed her clit, and I told her, “Fuck you are so tight Malia. Cum for me gorgeous!”

  She didn’t hold back her moans, “Fucking fuck I am cumming Asher!” As she climaxed and tightened around me, I groaned and shivered as I came with her emptying myself inside her. We were both breathing heavily and she wrapped her arms around me as I put my face in her neck, breathing in her delicious scent of sex and pleasure. I rolled off her and I got up to throw the condom in the garbage. Getting back on the bed I pulled her into me and we just laid there holding each other. Malia was tracing little circles over my abs as I ran my hand through her hair. After a few minutes of just cuddling we got up.

  “Come on baby. Let’s go downstairs.” I told her.

  After she cleans up we get dressed and as she runs her fingers through her hair I go up to her and grab her chin to kiss her lightly.

  “Thank you Malia. For giving me you. You are the most precious thing I could ever ask for.” I insisted hoping that she believed me. This woman had come to mean more to me than I ever thought possible. She just gave me an incredibly satisfied smile and wrapped her arms around me. I leaned down and put my face in her hair and smelled my cologne on her and damn if that didn’t make me hard all over again.

  When she let go she went to the door and before walking out she hinted, “You are a lot more special than you realize Asher. If anyone ever wanted you for just a quick fuck they have no idea what they are missing,” and she blew a kiss over her shoulder to me.

  Well, fuck… I wasn’t expecting that. Following her downstairs the guys were nowhere to be found. We looked in the movie room and their bedrooms but they weren’t in the house. No…. They were out back sitting on the deck and both had a beer in their hand and were just sitting there quietly. Malia cleared her throat and they both turned to look at her. She smiled at them and went to give them both a kiss on their cheek when she said to them, “Sorry we took so long guys. We had a few things to talk about. You wanna watch a movie now?”

  17.

  Ryan

  Malia

  After Asher and I went downstairs we watched a movie with Grayson and Ryder. I ended up staying over Friday night and slept in a room that the guys deemed my room. They told me I could decorate it however I want. Not surprisingly I didn’t hear a peep from my father. Saturday we did pretty much the same thing. We woke up and had breakfast then ended up having a movie marathon and doing our homework in between.

  This weekend was probably the best weekend I have ever had, which is pretty sad considering I was eighteen. On Sunday we all went to the park where we first met and the guys were teaching me all about football. We played around with the football and ended up staying there for most of the day. I went home around ten pm and went right to bed. I was so exhausted from messing around out on the field that I fell asleep instantly.

  Waking up the next morning I was somewhat excited because I have orientation for the job today. I know the guys weren’t happy about it but I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Throwing on my regular clothes consisting of black skinny jeans and a black tank top, I threw
my leather jacket on top and threw my hair up. After sliding my black converse on I got a text from Asher saying that he was here to pick me up. When I got in the car Asher handed me a coffee and a kiss along with it. We got to school and everything went well for once. There wasn’t any drama at school. It actually kind of creeped me out that everything went so well. After school, the guys practice was canceled since it was pouring outside. Ryder drove me to the bar for my orientation.

  “Malia please be careful. People are ignorant around here. They come here and cause trouble,” he told me.

  “Thank you for your concern babe. I will be fine. I have plenty of experience with this type of shit. I have been doing it since I was sixteen. You want me to call you on my break tonight?” I asked.

  “Yeah, please. The guys and I will be at my place again,” he replied. I leaned over his center console and gave him a kiss goodbye.

  Walking into the bar I noticed that there is someone already working the bar. He was tall with bleach blonde hair and he had pink streaks in his hair. He had jeans on that were tighter than mine which was a feat in itself. His shirt was super tight too which showed off all of his muscles on his upper body.

  “Hi, there! Can I help you?” he asked.

  “I am here for the bartending job. I’m Malia.” I replied.

  “Hey, Malia! I’m Ryan. I bartend here as well. Guess we will be seeing a lot of each other soon. You can meet Kelly through the door that says ‘Employees Only’. She will take it from there,” he stated. I noticed while I was walking towards the back the inside was a dark maroon color on the walls. The floor was a black granite color with white specks on it. There were round tables with four chairs each and there were a few people here already. I know it was coming close to being busy but since it was Monday I was hoping it won’t be too busy for me tonight. The bar looked surprisingly clean. The stools had black round seats with steel legs and no backs while the counter of the bar was made of an oak looking type of wood. There were three TV’s with a different channel each. Thinking I made enough of an observation of the area out here I moved to the back where Kelly was. I found the door and knocked. I heard a ‘come in’ so I opened the door and found myself looking at a woman in her mid-forties and tall as hell probably six feet without heels.

  She had blonde hair, tan skin, and no makeup. Not that she needed it because she had a natural beauty about her that would make anyone jealous. She was wearing skin-tight dark blue jeans with a bright red crop top. Her stomach was toned with the slightest outline of her abs.

  “Hey, you must be Malia. I am Kelly. Your orientation will be mainly just about watching Ryan out there and helping him out when you can for tonight. Your shift starts now and you will be getting paid every two weeks. Good luck,” she explained in an all too cold voice that I got a bad vibe off of right away. Nodding my head, I walked back out to the bar and found Ryan serving a few customers.

  “Hey, Ryan. Is there anywhere that I can put my jacket for the night?” I asked.

  “Yeah babe just throw it under the bar on that shelf for now,” he replied quickly. Taking that as my cue I hurried up and shed the jacket and got to work. Ryan made my job easy when he was serving everyone. The bar was starting to get packed though and I was getting this weird feeling in my gut that was telling me something was wrong. Sure enough, about ten minutes later I was making my first drink of the night and in walked none other than my dad. My hands started shaking immediately and I ended up dropping the glass and making a scene. All eyes turned to the commotion I had just caused.

  “Hey you alright over here?” Ryan wondered.

  “Ah yeah I am good just thought I saw someone I knew,” I muttered to him. I tried to keep out of sight of my dad but it was hard because he was so damn obnoxious and loud. He was sitting with a group of guys that look just as sleazy as him. Fuck I really hated this life sometimes. Ryan went to take his ten-minute break and made sure that almost everyone was served before leaving. A few people ordered some easy things that I knew how to make but my mind wasn’t in it now.

  When Ryan came back he told me I could go for my break through the back door past the restrooms. Walking back I reached for my phone and immediately dialed Ryder. He picked up after two rings and his voice calmed me right away.

  “Hey babe. How is your first night going?” Ryder asked. I took a deep breath and told him, “Everything was going great. Ryan the bartender is nice. He has been helping me a lot tonight.”

  “Malia are you okay? You sound nervous.” This was asked by Asher.

  “Well, it seems I can’t escape dear old dad. He walked in a little while ago and…” that is as far as I got when Grayson exploded, “What the fuck? Malia, do you want us to come there? We can make sure he didn’t try anything.”

  “No! No, Grayson I will be fine. I know how to defend myself. If anything happens I will call you right away I promise. He hasn’t even noticed me.” I tried to comfort them with this assurance.

  “Fine we won’t interfere but I swear on everything I love Malia if something happens to you there will be hell to pay.” This was Ryder back on the phone. I got off the phone with them a couple minutes later and walked back in to finish my shift.

  I really wished that I had been paying attention to where I was going because maybe I would have seen him coming.

  “Malia” I heard my name being growled. Shit I guess he found me.

  “Yes, father dearest.” I sniped at him.

  “What in the ever-loving fuck are you doing here of all places?” he yelled.

  “Please don’t cause a scene. I am just here working so I can help with the bills. I need this job dad and I really don’t want to lose it.” I pleaded with him.

  “Malia you cannot be here. This place is not a good place for you to work at. Please go home or wherever you have been staying,” he almost sounded like he cared.

  “Why do you care all of a sudden? You hit me the other night and called me names. Now you want to act like you care. Please just stop and let me get on with the night.” I practically begged.

  I went to walk past him and he grabbed my arm in an iron grip and muttered, “Malia I apologize for that. I was in a bad state that you usually didn’t catch me in. You don’t know how badly I have been beating myself up for that. It won’t ever happen again. I love you and I don’t want you here please.” Now he was the one begging.

  “Dad for the last time I need this job. Now I am late for my break. Thank you for the heads up. I will keep my eyes and ears open. Have a good night dad although I don’t even know how you are paying for the booze tonight when we don’t have any money?” I pulled my arm out of his grip and went back to the bar. The night went on without a hitch after that. As it got later in the night everyone started to trickle out and go home.

  18.

  Baby Doll

  Malia

  Ryan and I were cleaning the bar and it was around one am.

  “So how was your first night Malia?” he asked me.

  “It went alright. Could have been worse.” I replied trying to answer nonchalantly.

  “Hey can I ask you a question?”

  “You just did Ryan.” I giggled at him. The night has gotten better especially since Ryan was such an approachable person. He was like a really nice gust of fresh air in this otherwise stale air.

  “I’m just joshin’ ya Ryan go ahead ask me I am an open book.”

  “Well, I noticed that an older man was watching you tonight. He is new around here. I have only seen him a couple times here. It wasn’t like a creepy stare just kind of protective of you,” he told me softly.

  “Yeah, that was my dad. He is a drunk. If he is a problem I will take care of him.” I offered. Ryan suddenly looked uncomfortable.

  “Oh well I wasn’t expecting that.”

  “Is there any reason that he would have warned me away from this place?” I inquired.

  “I mean besides the few sleazy people that come here almost every night that i
s the only reason I could think of,” he told me honestly.

  “I am pretty much done here Malia if you want to start heading out. You did a great job tonight. I will see you tomorrow at four?” he mentioned.

  Getting my jacket on I told him, “Sure will. Thanks for everything Ryan.” I thanked him and started calling Ryder to tell him to come pick me up since it was only ten minutes from his house.

  “I am on my way now babe. See you soon,” he informed me. I stood against the wall in front of the building while I waited. It wasn’t too brightly lit out here but I could see a few yards away from me. It had only been five minutes when I heard a car pull up. It wasn’t Ryder’s car but a BMW that looks similar to Asher’s car. A guy got out and went walking up to the bar but I let him know that we were closed. He looked over at me and I could see the dangerous glint in his eyes before he even started talking.

  “You out here looking for a good time baby doll?” he asked in a voice I was sure he thought was sexy but was not at all. It gave me the chills and I didn’t even have to hear any more to know that I was in some kind of trouble at the moment.

  When he got closer, I realized that he was a spitting image of Asher. The same blue eyes and blonde hair only this guy's eyes looked dead and his hair was a greasy mop.

  “What’s your name?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking. He came close enough to where I could smell the alcohol on him. It smelled like he bathed in it. God I think I was going to be sick myself just from the smell.

  Wonder if that would make him leave me alone if I puked all over him. That would be a total turn off right? Focus Malia! So not the time for an inner monologue debate.

  “Jason, and you are fine as hell girl. Wanna come back to my place?” he offered with a grin that is completely terrifying. I never thought Asher would have a brother like this. To think this guy beat up on sweet and charming Asher. Well, motherfucker, not me.