Alicia's Misfortune

by S. Silver

  “What do you know about him?”

  “His name is Crow. He drinks and smokes. He doesn’t have a job, and he rides a motorcycle.”

  “You know,” Maggie could barely hold back her smile, “when we were younger, that would’ve been the perfect guy.”

  Lydia scoffed and, as they ate their lunch, they began their planning for the wedding. They worked out every detail from the decorations to the flowers, to the dinner. By the time lunch was over, all she had to do was call the various companies and make sure everything delivered and setup on time.

  * * * * * *

  Neither one of them wanted to wait very long. It was April when he proposed and the wedding was set for August. As the weather got hotter, and the cold northwestern air changed into the balmy summer heat, they started to get a little excited.

  Everything was perfect. The foyer, banquet hall and the terrace were covered in white roses and tiny lit candles. The date was set to correlate for the full moon, so during the reception guests could see it shining on the water. Her terrace was overlooking a private beach where they held the ceremony.

  The reception dinner was amazing. All of it came together perfectly and led up to their first night together, when they finally fell into bed and decided that they would never leave.

  They were sitting up and eating a simple breakfast in bed after a passionate evening when Lydia looked over to Harold and said, “You’re staying here. All my things are here, and I have quite a bit more than you do. I’m used to my lifestyle.”

  “What about my house?”

  “Well you paid it off right? Imagine having a few extra hundred thousand sitting in a bank account.”

  “I guess you’re right. It would be nice to live here, Lydia. The mansion is beautiful, and I can’t ask you to give up all your things to live in a cookie cutter.”

  “I wouldn’t have done it anyway.”

  One the preparations had been made, he was able to relocate everything in less than a week. All he had to do was sell the property which would go quickly since it was in relatively good repair, and the neighborhood was in demand.

  Lydia had everything she’d ever wanted. She had her love nest and a beautiful husband that cherished her, everything about her, and would always love her no matter what.

  * * * * *

  Crow pulled up to the apartment and got off his bike. He was tired. He’d spent all day applying for shit jobs, one after the other. His friends at the Burger Plank had promised him a place on the line, so he was able to give himself some time with Jerry. He walked up the flimsy staircase to the second story and took out his key. When he opened the door, he was assault by the smell of old resin, rotten feet and rancid dishes. He couldn’t come back every day and deal with that, but as long as he was unemployed, Jerry was the best thing he could find.

  He looked disgusting. He hadn’t showered in months and his greasy hair was everywhere. He was wearing nothing but some old stained gym shorts and a tank top.

  “What are you doing here,” he asked.

  “The hell do you mean what am I doing here? I live here.” He must’ve been so high he forgot where he was.

  “No you don’t. You gotta pay up. You said that you were getting that job today and I called them. You didn’t. I talked to the manag--

  “Looking like that?” He got up in his face. His breath smelled like rotting roadkill.

  “GET THE FU** OUT!” A tiny fleck of spit landed on his face, like he was being drenched in a pile of old shit.

  He picked up three hundred dollar bong on the rancid coffee table and threw it off the balcony outside the front door. It shattered into a million pieces. Jerry tried to run at him, like a filthy rhinoceros but Crow tripped him and ran out the door.

  Curtis was the first person he called. They’d been best friends for more than 10 years, and he was always good for a place to stay if he was in a bind. He’d never say no. Crow rode his bike out to a nearby park where he could sit down and get his head together then he dialed his number.

  “Hey, what up?”

  “Fu**ing Jerry just kicked me out.”

  “Shit.” He was silent for moment, which sounded terrible. “I wish I could help you, but Janet kicked me out and I’m headed over to my parent’s house right now.”

  “Fu** man, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

  Chapter 6

  Lydia went to bed every single night as though she were being serenaded by a thousand sweet cherubs. She found her place in her lover’s arms and drifted off, just like she’d always wanted to. Her life had become the fruition of a dream, and she had the comfort and love that she had always wanted. The one thing that she loved was the ability to always look over at him and tell him what she was thinking. They’d spend hours on the terrace asking each other questions and soaking up one another’s knowledge. He hadn’t seen the things that she’d seen, but he had a perceptive outlook on society and life that she hadn’t expected. She learned a lot from him, and he learned form her too.

  Mornings were hard for her at first. She would have to wake up to an empty bed and wait around all day until he came home. He had to work, but she didn’t and she didn’t like spending so much time away from him. She couldn’t imagine what it must be like for couples who both had to work to survive.

  She got up and got ready for her day. She ate a quick breakfast the put on some loose pants and a blouse. She made her way out of the terrace and let the cool air wash over her. It helped her wake up in the morning to feel the nice salt air and sea the waves moving in and out. Sometimes she pick up little sand dollars or run in the waves a bit. It centered her to have that time to contemplate things, and she loved it. She just wished she could spend it with Harold.

  What she really wanted was to have him there with her alone for a few weeks. She felt like that was more natural. Lovers shouldn’t have to break apart right after their wedding so they could go back to work. She didn’t have enough time with him. Sometimes she did go to the country club to have lunch or something, but he was busy when he was there that he didn’t have much time for her, and her presence there became disruptive.

  Instead she lounged about at home and did the things she always used to do. She’d read out on the terrace. She might meet her friends for lunch or watch T.V. It was boring and she needed to find a way to spice things up.

  “Hello,” Dante’s flamboyant sing song voice rang out on the other end of the phone. He was her party planner and all around fun guy. He knew what she needed and provided it.

  “Hey Dante. I’m here all alone and I’m trying to get things setup for a romantic night with my new husband. Can we get things setup?”

  “Of course, sweetie! What are we thing?”

  He flitted around the house and arranged petals leading up the stairs. They chose the perfect musical compilation to titillate the senses, the perfect meal so he wouldn’t have to cook and a bowl of strawberries next to the bed with flowing fountains of white and dark chocolate on either side.

  Every step on the staircase had vanilla candles and they led straight to the bed.

  He got off around 8, and it usually took him about half an hour to get home. That meant she only had 20 minutes left to get everything perfect. She had the chef on hold to get their dinner setup. The wait staff were standing by for to give the signal. She ran around straightening vases and making sure the candles were going. She took a strawberry and dipped it in chocolate, just as she was about to put it up to her ruby lips. She heard the door slam.

  She cued the music and walked down to the top of staircase to see Harold, looking like he’d just climbed out of a dumpster. His chef clothes were covered in a layer of grease, from head to toe. His face was red and sweating. He looked exhausted.

  “Hey, Lydia.” He looked around and sighed. He walked up the stairs to give her a hug. “I wish I wasn’t so tired. This all looks so wonderful.” he had a bright look in his eyes, but he didn’t seem very happy. He was going to disappoi
nt her. “I’m just gonna head upstairs and change and I’ll be down in a bit.”

  He marched his way up, trampling the rose petals with his chef shoes. They were soaking up the grease and sticking to the bottoms. Lydia wasn’t sure how things were going to go, but she decided to wait and see. She went out onto the terrace and poured herself a glass of wine.

  * * * * *

  Harold got out of the shower and put on a towel. He had to use special soap twice a day to deal with the grease form the kitchen. He could either have oily or dry skin. There was no in between. He put on his robe to try a white chocolate cherry and walked into the bedroom. He loved that woman so much. Cherries were his favorite food. He told her that that first night. She remembered.

  He took off his towel and was about to walk naked into his closet, with his firm cock in hand, when he heard the phone vibrating in his black chef pants near the bed on the floor. He reached down and hit the ignore button. Halfway to the closet, his FB app was blaring. Somebody was trying to call him through that, and he couldn’t make it stop. He ripped the phone out of his pants and looked at his son’s face on the screen.

  “Fu** you!” He answered then hung up right away. His phone did it again as soon as he hung up. “What?” He was trying not to scream, but he resented the intrusion.

  “I don’t have anywhere to go tonight.”

  “Then you should’ve gotten a job. That’s not my problem.”

  “Dad,” he could hear Crow sobbing. “How could you do that to your own son?” Crow might’ve caused him a lot of trouble, but he was still his son, and no matter how hard he’d tried, he couldn’t just leave him out there. Sleeping on the streets could ruin his entire life. You don’t just get out of something like that. He wouldn’t ever be able to get off the streets. If he went to jail, he couldn’t get a good job. He’d have no future. He couldn’t just let that happen. He was a terrible human being, incapable or love or decent behavior, and he’d deserve it, but he couldn’t let it happen.

  Harold put on his robe and gave his hungry cock a flick. It’d have to wait. He went out to the terrace to meet with Lydia. When she turned around, her red dress waved a little bit, and his heart stopped. He didn’t want to do this to her, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

  “Are we heading straight to dessert?” She reached into his robe to grab his crotch and he hardened instantly. He wanted to let her rub up and down the shaft, but he had to pull away instead. “What’s wrong?” She was starting to get upset.

  “My son got kicked out of his place to day and doesn’t have anywhere to go.”

  “Well can’t he call some of his friends or something.”

  “We hate each other. He wouldn’t have called if he wasn’t desperate.” She had to do it. She couldn’t say no. It would be terrible, but the way she looked at him said that she wanted too, badly.

  “I ju-just can’t say yes, but I can’t say no can I? What kind of trouble is he going to cause?”

  “I don’t know. He might just eat all your food. He might burn the place down, but he’s my son and I simply can’t just say no to him.”

  “We have no choice, but we have to do this properly. He’s going to have to find a job so he can leave.”

  “We’ll figure that out. I can’t let him stay long, but I think he’s willing to find work. He’s not a bum. He’s just a prick in a bad situation.”

  “Well, does he have somewhere to go tonight?” At least she might be able to salvage the situation, but his phone going off manically in his hand said that he didn’t. He went to get dressed and get his son to the house. There was nothing she could do to fix this. She’d have to eat alone.

  Before he got there, she locked herself in her private room and went to bed. She didn’t want to see anyone that evening.

  She didn’t wake up to the sounds of birds singing or a nice breeze coming through her window. Instead, she had a terrible headache and an empty bottle in her hand. She rushed to the bathroom and got rid of the rest of her amazing meal that she’d had to scarf down to avoid seeing the boy, and then there was the knowledge that she’d have to spend the rest of the day in the house alone with him and the staff.

  Getting angry always gave her a bit of energy, so she decided to get up instead of mope around. This was her house and she certainly wasn’t going to hide. She got up and got her robe on and went downstairs to get a cup of coffee. As soon as she did, she saw Crow standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up at her with his hands down his boxers.

  Her first impression was that he was cocky, but well built. He had far too much confidence, but when a man’s smile makes you smile, you can’t help but understand why. He was dripping wet. He must’ve just gotten out of the shower and the water was getting all over the floor.

  “Hey new mommy, wanna try a piece of this?” He pulled his long cock out and whipped it up and down. She gasped and ran back upstairs. “Hey come on, you know you want it!” She slammed the door and sat down on the bed. She hadn’t squirted like that since she was a little kid. She didn’t even know she could still do it.

  Her lips were red and she could feel her clit stiffening. That little shit was going to get the boot. She couldn’t let him have control of her like that. If he could push her buttons, he could get his way and she wasn’t about to have that.

  Instead of putting up with his shit, she decided to play a little game with him. If he was hard, he wanted it. She got in the shower and let the water wash over her, and clean the nasty feelings right off her. All she could think of was the way the water was dripping off of his tan skin, or how nice his thick cock would feel inside of her. He was her stepson, and he could easily ruin her entire life, but he was more beautiful than any man who had ever come onto her. She needed dick. She’d been getting it every single night since her and Harry got together.

  That one night was enough to send her into a frenzy, but she could hold out. If she wanted to fu** with him, she had to. Harry wouldn’t be gone that long, and by the time he was back, she was going to drive the boy crazy. All she had to do was hold out as long as she could.

  She put on her best white bikini and grabbed a bottle of coconut butter. It was nice enough outside to swim, and she had a heated pool, but she needed to get a tan. She was starting to look pale. She went down to the pool and set her leg on top of alwn chair. She’d positioned herself directly in front of the back door. She took some butter and slowly rubbed it up her feet, making sure to get every single crevice. She saw a shadow move inside. He was watching her. Then she moved it slowly up her calves and did the next leg. She was starting to get hot herself, so she stuck her finger down her bottom and rubbed her lips.

  Then she rubbed the butter all over her torso and finally her chest and hips. The shadow moved a bit. She wondered what he was going to do.

  The water looked inviting. She wondered what it would be like to take a nice dip. It was warm, even in the fall and spring. She made sure of that herself. She dipped a toe in. It felt right so she slowly walked down the steps. When everything but her chest was submerged, she looked over at the glass doors innocently and cupped some water in her hands. She poured it down the front of her chest and looked down seductively as it dripped down her tits. She’d had practice with this kind of thing. They boy would melt.

  She did some laps around the pool and dunked herself around. It was fun. She didn’t use the pool enough. She went a few feet under and started to swim. She was completely underwater. Then she surfaced and looked around. The glass door was open, but she couldn’t see him. She went to get out of the pool, then she saw him. He’d been hiding behind a pool chair. He got up and she could see that he was wearing a black speedo with his hard cock pulled out the side. It was jumping up and down when started running and letting out an earth shattering growl that made her shriek. Her entire body was shivering in the split second where she saw him jump and he was right on top of her. She grabbed his cock and slipped her hand up and down.

  His
soft growl caused goosebumps to run up and down her skin. Her body was convulsing in ecstasy when he pinched her nipple and she let out a passionate scream. His touch was pure electric as he pushed her to the edge of the pool with her legs up in the air and his cock firmly placed on her thigh.

  “You know you want this, bitch, huh.” He grabbed her chin and reached down to crash his lips against hers. His mouth was warm and soft. His touch was so inviting. His cock was moving closer to her lips and he slammed her against the pool wall. “You daddy’s little girl?” He pulled hair back, along with the fold on her bikini and slammed his dick inside her so hard that she exploded all over him as he drilled her harder and harder, searching and penetrating every single crevice. He was a manic lover with the force of a beast as he grabbed her clit and pinched it hard. She screamed as another explosion ripped through her and he started to slam harder than his father ever did.

  “You’re so fu**ing hot. You better fu**ing take this shit.” He pinched her nipple and she could feel a wave, like a tsunami running through her, like a volcano ready to erupt. He slammed his dick inside her and his hips circled around to cement his dominating force. The ensuing cries of passion accompanied a wave of pleasure so intense that, when they both exploded they were screaming over the waves and writhing with pleasure.

  He looked down at her to savor the look in her eyes. His face was menacing, as if he had finally made his first kill. His lip curled up and he slammed in once more for good pleasure.

  He was not a gentleman. When he was done he turned around and got out of the pool saying, “Stupid c*nt. You just needed a good dickin’ didn’t you.” Before he walked inside, he turned around and said, “My dad is going to leave when I tell him about this.” She ran out of the pool and slammed him to the ground. His face hit the metal portion between the concrete and the marble floor inside, and blood was dripping out of his mouth.

  “You ain’tgonnafu**ing tell him!”