by Jenika Snow
“Is this just a one time thing?” my dad asked, before tipping his beer back and taking a long pull from it. When he set it back on the porch banister, I stared off at the yard.
“What difference does it make?” I wasn’t trying to be an asshole.
He looked at me, this hard expression on his face. “It matters, Derek.”
I rested my forearms on the banister. “I know; it matters to me, too.” I looked at him again, saw him nod, but we stayed silent for several long seconds. “I care about Charlotte, and she isn’t just a one time deal for me.”
My dad didn’t respond right away, but I didn’t feel that thick tension anymore.
“I don’t know what the hell is going to happen between you two and all of this, but I hope you know what you’re doing.”
I stood up straight and nodded. “She cares about me, too, but I know she’s worried about what you guys will think.” My dad looked at the ground for a second.
He looked me right in the eyes. “I’m your old man, and I love you; I would protect you with my life.”
I felt a “but” coming on here.
“If you break her heart, Derek, you and I will have problems.”
“There aren’t any worries about that. I have no plans to hurt Charlotte. I’d rather tear off my own arm first.” My dad clapped me on the shoulder.
“Good, because she’s a good girl.”
She was, but she was my girl, and I’d make sure to treat her right.
Epilogue
Charlotte
“What are you thinking?” Derek asked, taking a seat beside me on our back porch. It has been five years since we were caught having sex, and a lot has happened since then. First, Derek and I, we’re married, but not one part of our life has been easy. No, not one single part of it.
First, we decided that we weren’t going to keep our relationship a secret. Therefore, when we went to school holding hands, chaos ensued. Our friends called us names, and no one wanted to know me. Derek was really popular, go figure. He was sweet though, and made sure the whole school knew not to mess with me.
“Just thinking about how we’re here together.”
We got married straight out of high school, and I’d gone to college with him while he played ball. Our relationship has gotten stronger with every passing year.
“How’s my little guy?” Derek asked, placing his hand on my swollen stomach.
“It’s a girl, and she’s fine. You’re going to be an awesome father.”
Derek nuzzled my neck and sighed contentedly. We watched the sun slowly start to set, and I rested against his chest. “It’s going to be a boy.”
“You just can’t handle being wrong,” I said.
This was our first time pregnant, and we were both nervous. He tried to pretend that he wasn’t terrified, but I knew he was.
“I can handle anything because I’ve got you, baby.”
Our parents had been shocked, but they'd been there for us. It was one of the most surreal experiences of my life, watching my parents talk about how we weren’t related, and how fucked up everything was. After everyone got over the initial shock, they embraced us with open arms.
I didn’t care about Derek’s career, or how much money he’d make, I loved him, and I knew he loved me. To me, that was all that mattered, everything else can fade away.
Derek
Charlotte and I, we’ve got our happy ending. I love her, and I’ll never love another woman. She is my soul mate.
I wanted her, I got her, and now, I’m going to keep her.
The End
Coming Soon
I’d sold my virginity, just given it to the highest bidder like it didn’t mean anything. Now here I stood, staring at the man who had paid for me, frightened because I didn’t know if he’d be cruel or gentle, or like his pleasure with pain.
He was big and imposing, and he looked dangerous, so dangerous that I felt my hands shake at my sides. He wore a three-piece suit, looked powerful, as if he could crush anyone that stood in his way.
“Why are you here?” he asked in that deep, slightly accented voice of his.
I swallowed. “Because I need the money.” Why lie? I was being honest, telling him exactly why I’d stoop so low as to sell myself for a night, give up my virginity to a wealthy man like him.
He took a step into the swath of light, his full imposing height and muscular body coming into view. God, that suit did nothing to hide how strong he was.
“That’s not the right answer,” he said, his face void of emotion, his voice hard, flat.
I didn’t know what he wanted. What I did know was that tonight he could do whatever he liked to me. I’d signed the contract, was fully aware I was his in any way he saw fit. I would to play by the rules. “I’m not sure what I should say or do.” Again, why lie?
“You’re here for the sole purpose of pleasing me,” he said and started unbuttoning his suit jacket. “You’re here because I paid a fortune for you, for the chance to claim that cherry and make your pussy raw, sore.”
God, I was shaking now, but my pussy was wet.
“You’re here and by the end of the night you won’t be able to sit comfortably, and every time you walk, you’ll still be able to feel my big fucking cock inside your cunt.”
My throat was tight, dry, and the closer he came, the more he undressed, the more I started to feel like the very unfortunate prey to a very dangerous predator.
To be continued...
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