by Lane Hart
A few minutes after we started talking football, Jess wandered quietly into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Jess. Come on in and fix you and my grandbabies a plate," my mom said, before she jumped up and started into motion after first giving Jess a quick hug. Jess smiled when her eyes met mine.
"Good morning. Thank you, Mrs. Evans."
"Oh, call me Carol, honey. Did you sleep okay last night?" my mom asked, and Jess blushed.
"Yeah, the bed is so comfortable. I slept great."
"After she woke up sick," I interjected.
"Oh, you poor thing. What do you think you might be able to eat? I can fix you something else if you'd like," my mom fussed over her.
"The pancakes look great actually. Thank you."
I thought my mom was going to offer to cut them up and feed them to her. "Mom," I warned her, and gave her a look that said tone the hovering down a notch.
Once Jess sat down at the table to eat, I tried to distract them so they'd leave her alone.
"So we've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. I'll call and let you know how it goes."
"That would be great sweetie. And you two let us know if you need anything, okay?"
"I bet they’re boys," Jonathan said with a grin.
"Really?" I asked with my own smile. "I'm guessing a girl and a boy."
"No, I think they're going to be sweet, little girls," my mom said.
"Oh God, could you imagine living with three women?" Jonathan asked.
"That's nothing. If it's boys I'll be living with four messy guys," Jess laughed. The fact that she mentioned me living with them made me ecstatic, and I leaned over to kiss her cheek.
"I'm not going to have to change diapers, am I?" Jon asked.
"Oh yeah, but only the really gross ones," she joked.
"Nathan, can I come live with you in about seven months?"
"Ha! My six-year-old sister would have you running away in less than a week," he joked with him.
...
After breakfast we helped clean up the kitchen, and then it was time to say goodbye to head back to Greensboro.
"It was so nice meeting you, Jess, Jon and Nathan. We hope you'll come back and see us again."
"Thank you for having us, Mr. and Mrs. Evans. Tyler's lucky to have you," Jess told them.
"He's lucky to have you too," my dad replied, then I had to drag her away from them.
"Love you guys, and see you again soon, I promise."
"Call us to let us know when you get home safely, and call us tomorrow after the doctor's appointment," my mom shouted and waved as we pulled out the driveway.
Once the house was out of sight we all exhaled.
"Sorry. My mom can be … intense."
"They're really nice," Jess said.
"Yeah, your parents are awesome," Jon said from the backseat, and then he and Nathan pulled out their iPods to play one of their game.
Five minutes later Jess was asleep. During the quiet ride home I couldn't help but think about what she'd said the night before. About beatings, and pictures, and God only knows what other fucked up things. I wanted to go after her bastard father and put him away, but I wouldn't without her permission. She'd have to give the prosecutor all the details of what he'd done and when he'd done it to convict him. Hell, there was a chance he'd go to trial and then she'd have to testify in front of everyone. There was a reason victims decided not to come forward, because it was like going through the hell of their pasts all over again.
"Hey baby, we're home." I rubbed Jess's arm until she woke up after we pulled up to her apartment.
"Oh, crap. Sorry I slept the whole way," she said, sitting up and looking around. "Where's Jonathan and Nathan?"
"They had some game to play at Nathan's. Jon said Nathan's mom or dad would bring him home by ten tonight."
"Oh, okay. Are you going to stay tonight?" she asked.
"Hell yes, if you want me to?"
"I want you to," she said leaning over to kiss me.
"How about you go on up. I'll run back to my apartment and grab my uniform and all for tomorrow and be back in half an hour."
"Umm-huh. I'll be ready and leave the door unlocked. Actually, I can't stand to leave it unlocked even for a few minutes," she said with a shiver, pulling out her key ring. She'd never said anything, but I wondered if she still worried about their father finding them. All the more reason we should live together. "Here's my spare key. Let yourself in and come find me."
She was out the door before I groaned in anticipation.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Tyler
I showered and pulled the nurse outfit from my closet, threw it on with the thigh high white hose, white heels, and even a white bra and thong, just to have more clothing to remove during our role playing. I tried not to think about the fact that the outfit was snugger than it used to be, besides, my greater abundance of cleavage looked awesome. I pulled a dining room chair into my bedroom and sat it in the middle of my bedroom floor.
"Oh fuck, baby," I jumped when Tyler spoke from the doorway. I hadn't heard him come in, I was so distracted thinking about what we were about to do.
"Hi, Mr. Evans. Why don't you take your pants off and come have a seat so we can get started?" I asked, playing the sexy nurse.
"Please tell me this is going to be another urologist exam just like the one that night in the club," he said with a sexy smile while his hands went to undo his belt.
"Oh yes, it's time for another checkup."
"I better take my shirt off too, just so it won't be in the way."
"Of course. Do whatever you need to get comfortable."
Before he sat down naked in the chair I was already wet.
I went to stand behind him and ran my hands down his hard chest, feeling the indentions of his abs, then lower. I grabbed his long, hard cock and his breath rushed out as his hips surged forward.
"You need to be very erect for the exam. Let me give you a hand with that," I told him as I squeezed and stroked him until pre-cum dripped from the tip. "Do you think you can give me a sperm sample?"
"Oh God. Please make me come."
"I'm going to have to give you another oral exam, so my mouth should help speed things along," I told him and he groaned.
I walked around to the front of his chair and straddled his lap. "Would touching my breasts also help you ejaculate?"
"Oh yeah," he said, reaching out to unbutton my nurse uniform. My pulse sped up the lower his hands went. His eyes were a deep navy blue, darkened by his arousal as they focused on the task at hand. After all the buttons were undone he pushed the dress off my shoulders, then grabbed handfuls of my breasts.
"You can put them in your mouth if you want," I encouraged him, then his mouth devoured one of my sensitive nipples through my bra. I almost came from that sensation. I was so close that with just a few grinds against his hard bulge between my legs while he sucked on my breasts I did come.
"You're a naughty little nurse. Did you just come on me?" he teased with a smile.
"Yes. I'm so sorry. That was very inappropriate," I told him, climbing off his lap.
"I love inappropriate."
"Would you prefer if I was naked during the oral exam?" I asked.
"Fuck yes," he said while stroking his cock.
I shimmied out of my bra, then turned around to bend over with my ass in front of him to slide my panties off.
"Oh hell, baby. You're killing me."
"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting. Here, let me take care of you," I told him, kneeling between his legs. He moved his hand from his cock and I took him in mine. "You're so big and hard. I don’t know if I can take you all in my mouth, but I'll try," I said still in character.
When I licked his dripping slit his hips shot forward. "Is that area sensitive?"
"Yes. Please don't stop," he begged.
I leaned forward and swallowed him all the way to down to the base of his cock.
"Ah,
shit."
I pulled back and licked my lips. "Mmm. You taste so good. I want to suck every last drop from your cock."
"Oh fuck," he moaned when I went back down on him, and started moving faster. I cupped his balls as he got closer, and he cursed and moaned. Finally his entire body tensed before pulsing warm cum shot down my throat.
"Jess. Oh hell," he gasped as he grabbed handfuls of my hair in his fists, holding me to him. "Fuck!" he yelled, slumping back against the chair. I climbed up on his lap to kiss him.
After a few moments of making out, Tyler stood up with me wrapped around him and put us on the bed. I squirmed when I realized where his mouth was going. He spread my legs, and his hands held my thighs down wide as his tongue swirled into my pussy. In and out he worked me into a frenzy, before moving his mouth to tease my sensitive clit.
"Please! Oh yes! Oh! Oh God, Tyler!" my back arched all on its own with the tremors of my release.
When I felt Tyler's mouth return to mine I was frantic and needy. We panted and clenched each other desperately until I ended up on top of him, and he pushed my hips down on his erection, filling me. My mouth stayed on his while I rode him and we swallowed each other’s moans until I collapsed limply on his chest.
"I really am one lucky son of a bitch," he said as he stroked my hair.
I kissed his chest, then licked over his nipple. "I can't get enough of you, Tyler."
"Good," he said, smacking a palm against my ass. "I was worried you'd get tired of me always trying to screw you."
I laughed. "I don't think you'll ever have to worry about that."
"But seriously Jess, if there's ever anything you don’t want to do, or if I'm too rough, please tell me, okay?"
I nodded against his chest.
He exhaled, and I felt the air blow through my hair "Have you covered the statute of limitations at work?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"In North Carolina, misdemeanor charges have to be taken out within two years of the date of offense, but there's no time limit for victims of felonies to come forward."
"Oh." He was talking about my dad, and instantly killing my orgasm buzz.
"If you ever decide you want to turn him in, just tell me, okay? A year from now, or ten, it doesn't matter. Just think about it, okay?"
I nodded. I wanted my dad punished, but I wasn't ready to put it all out there yet.
"Jess?"
"Yeah?"
"What'd he do?"
I shook my head, not wanting him to know, and knowing he wouldn’t be able to look at me the same.
"Jess, I love you, and whatever happened wasn't your fault. You know that right? Nothing you can say will change how I feel about you. You've probably never told anyone, but I want you to know that I'm here for you, and I'll help you deal with it all. Whatever it is."
He rubbed a soothing hand up and down my back, then through the strands of my hair as he laid there in silence, waiting, wanting to know because he cared about me and worried about me. I opened my mouth to give him just the tip of the iceberg, but once I started I knew I probably wouldn't be able to stop. I was so tired of carrying the burden of what my bastard father had thrown on me, and I wanted to let it out and let it go.
Rubbing my fingertip over one of the embroidered symbolic butterflies on my comforter I started telling Tyler about my hellish past.
"When I was eleven he started taking pictures. He'd tell me how to pose, always naked, and he'd hit me if I didn't do it how he wanted. Then he made me watch porn with him. He'd comment on what they were doing while touching himself. After a while he made me touch him to get him off. That's all I remember the first year or so, but that's not all that happened later on."
"What do you mean?"
"When I was older, I guess when I was like thirteen, he drugged me, which was good since I don't remember much about what was done to me. I do remember three different men that used to come over. They'd be standing in my parents’ bedroom with me and my dad looking at me naked. He'd tell me to use my hand to get them off while he took pictures or videoed, then he'd give me cough syrup, liquor or pills until I passed out."
"What … what do you think they did while you were passed out?"
I shrugged. "I only remember bits and pieces. They didn't have intercourse with me. I lost my virginity when I was nineteen. I'm sure my dad didn't want to get caught, so I think that's why we wanted me unconscious, unable to tell anyone what exactly went on. I think he was careful not to leave me … damaged or any DNA behind. The hazy memories I have were of him letting them finger me, touch my breasts and my ass, and taking pictures of them while they did it. Sometimes it was just him."
"What'd he do with the pictures? Did you ever see them?" he asked. I knew it was the cop in him wanting to know if there would be evidence that could be used to convict him, instead of just having my accusations that he could deny.
"I only saw some of the ones of me naked, but I know he put them on the internet and sold them, because he bragged to those guys about how much money he made on his 'little whore.'"
"Your mom knew?"
"Yeah, maybe not all the details, but she had to know it was bad. She always acted like nothing had happened and everything was fine. She never said anything to him that I know of. She was scared he'd leave her."
"Did he do it until you moved out?"
"Oh yeah. The older I got the more often … you know. My body developed and then there was more to see and touch. Then one night I came home from work and my dad and another man were locked in my parent's room with Jonathan-" I'd been holding it together until I got back to that memory. Over the years I’d learned to deal with what he did to me. I'd shut my mind down during, and then tried to forget what the alcohol or pills didn’t blur afterwards, but Jonathan was just an innocent little boy.
The tears flowed as I remembered my heart breaking for him that night, and not being able to do anything to stop it. "I heard Jonathan crying. My dad told him to quit being a baby, that he'd like it. Jonathan said he didn't want … he didn't want to be gay and my dad laughed. Then they made fun of his reaction the whole time. The next morning I came back home from school after I knew my mom and dad had left for work, packed our things and left a note. I told my dad we'd go to the police if he tried to find us. Then I picked Jonathan up from school and promised him I’d never let anything like that happen to him again."
"I'm so sorry baby. I can't imagine what you and Jonathan went through, and I wish I could make it all disappear. God, I hope you'll report him someday when you're ready. Send that bastard to prison for the rest of his sorry ass life."
"Tyler, there's something else I need to tell you, but once I do you may not want to ever touch me again." Things were so good between us, I didn't want to ruin it, but I knew I couldn't keep this secret from him anymore. It was now or never, and I'd just have to deal with his disgusted reaction, and probably his rejection.
"Jess, I promise you, I'm not going anywhere."
"You might after you hear this," I assured him. "When Jonathan and I moved out, I couldn't afford rent and food every month. Sometimes our power went off for weeks. After I got the job stripping, I'd ... I needed all the money I could get, so I did whatever the customers asked to earn more."
"You had sex with them?"
"I gave blow jobs and hand jobs, let them feel me up. I made the decision to become the whore my dad always said I was."
"Oh, Jess. You were not a whore. Whores sell themselves for drugs, to get high, not to feed their little brothers."
"You could do so much better than me, Tyler," I told him as the tears ran down my cheeks and onto his chest.
"What are you talking about? Because you've been with other guys? I've probably still been with more people than you. You didn't know me before Lauren, but I used to sleep with two or three women a week. The fact that no money was exchanged doesn't make it any better, although I think it’s stupid that prostitution is illegal. What does it matt
er if someone wants to pay for sex as long as both parties are safe and willing? How many times did you do that?"
"I don't know. I probably went down on five or six. Maybe did ten hand jobs, and let a lot of men touch my breasts."
"Hell, that's nothing. I got five blow jobs from five different women the week Caleb went to basic training."
"Ugh. I remember. One was Nikki, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, and I remember walking into the house and thinking that she was nowhere near as hot as you. You were so cute and bubbly."
"I was just thinking that you were fine as fuck. All along I had thought Lauren had been exaggerating, but I think she actually undersold your hotness."
He laughed and rolled me to my back so he was above me. "I admit that I have a shitty sexual history with lots of women, and I hope you won’t ever hold my past against me. But Jess, you don’t have anything to worry about. I love you, all of you, everything about you. There's nothing you can do or say to change that.”
"Are you sure?" I asked, amazed that he hadn't reacted the way I'd expected about my past.
"Yes, I'm sure I love you. Nothing else matters."
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tyler
I woke up with Jess on top of me, seated on my cock and riding me.
"Best wake up ever," I told her, but she didn't seem to notice. She was too busy getting herself off.
I couldn't help my smile as I watched her, eyes closed, hair a mess, hips rolling while her hands stayed braced on my stomach. Gorgeous.
She came before me and stopped moving so I flipped us over to finish. I pushed her legs together, and mine on the outside to make her tighter. And fuck, she squeezed the hell out of me until she came again and took me with her.
"Good morning," I told her. Her eyes were still closed as she panted, but her expression was satisfied and happy.
"Good morning indeed," she said, finally looking up at me. "I like you staying over so I can fuck you at night and wake up to have you again. Let's quit our jobs and just stay here and do this all day, every day."
"I wish we could baby, but its seven o'clock so we need to get ready for your appointment."
