by Ami Snow
“No,” Ben stated. “If you’re going to live on your own you need to learn how to shoot, how to properly handle a firearm and how to tear down, clean, reassemble and load it. Once you finish the course we’ll find you a handgun you’re comfortable with. Then we’ll make a schedule to go to the range three times a week. I want you as safe as possible and learning how to be comfortable around a firearm isn’t just important, it’s essential. If you choose not to carry concealed that’s up to you, but I want you to have the knowledge.”
“Oh fine,” Carla said rolling her eyes. “Oh, I almost forgot. While I was getting my fingerprints done I reserved y’all a room at Rixby’s for Saturday night and it includes an all-expense paid dinner as well.”
“What?” Elise said, smirking. “Honey, you should have saved your money.”
“And you and dad need a night out. Y’all haven’t been out together, really been out, in too long. I’m about to fly the coup and I wanted to celebrate. More than that I want you two to know how much I appreciate all your sacrifice. You’ve bent over backwards to give me the best of life and I appreciate it.”
“Well damn babe,” Elise chuckled. “It looks like you’re taking me to dinner on Saturday night.”
“What happens if they call you to let you move in on Saturday?” Ben asked.
“Moving can wait until Sunday. Plus, I’ll probably need Saturday to finishing packing up all my stuff anyways. And I thought I might stop by some yard sales and see if they had any furniture I can purchase.”
“That’s an excellent idea,” Elise said. “I can go with you in the morning.”
“Alright,” Carla smiled.
Chapter Two: Tangled
Jason finished his paperwork for the upcoming inventory and sat back, stretching his muscles and rubbed his tired eyes. He was getting too old to do it all. Still, since he couldn’t afford to hire a bookkeeper he’d have to make do with doing the job himself, until more income became available.
He toyed with the idea of hiring an intern and letting him or her keep up the books for minimal pay and the job experience, but somehow paying someone a wage that was less than the minimum grated on his nerves. Deciding the let the issue lie for now, Jason stood up to refresh his coffee when his phone rang.
“You’ve reached Jason Platt,” he said into the receiver.
“Hey Jason, its Carla.”
“Hey Carla,” Jason returned. “How are your parents?”
Would the man never realize that she was grown? “They’re good,” she explained. “Actually that’s why I called. I sent my parents out earlier on a dinner and hotel date night. Only thing is, I got the key to my new apartment and really want to start moving. My dad always said if he wasn’t around I could call you.”
“Ugh, yeah, sure. What’s the address?”
“You can meet me at my parent’s house, it’ll be easier if you follow me over to my apartment from there.”
“Alright,” Jason said. “I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”
“Thank you so much,” Carla smiled. Jason fixed a sandwich, grabbed some soda and headed out the door. Little Carla was moving into her own apartment. Man time was flying and he was getting old. He’d been here the day Ben had found out that Elise was expecting. That had been quite the surprise and now, eighteen years later, Jason couldn’t believe his best friend’s daughter was a bona-fide adult. Living on her own and everything.
He pulled into Ben and Elise’s driveway and shut his truck off. “Hey,” Carla said from the doorway.
“Hey Carla,” Jason said, noticing for the first time how womanly she looked. Dressed in jeans and an orange top that complimented both her complexion and her figure, Jason realized he’d been half afraid of admitting that Carla wasn’t a little girl anymore. If they weren’t already men would be tripping over themselves very shortly to take Carla Danvers on a date. He hoped she was ready, because dating was tricky business. “You ready to get started?”
“Yes!” she smiled. Jason felt his gut clench and bit his tongue until he winced. How did you compliment your best friend’s daughter without it seeming as if you were hinting at something else altogether, even when you were hinting at something altogether?
Two seconds in her presence and he was already in deep shit. Jason grabbed the first couple boxes and took them out to his truck. When he came back she had four more ready for him, all labeled with a section of her apartment where they needed to go. “I need to stop by a couple of yard sales as well. There’s one not too far from here that has a living room set for sale I want to check out.”
“Alright,” Jason said with a nod of his head. They packed up the rest of the boxes from her room and headed toward the yard sale. The couch and loveseat were a little too much, but the woman was willing to sell her just the loveseat for a fifty dollar bump due to the separation. Jason helped the woman’s husband load it onto the truck. “Do you need to stop anywhere else or are we just heading over to the apartment now?”
“We can drop all this stuff off and see if we can’t get this behemoth up to my place. Then I need to stop by the furniture store. I’ve had my twin bed since I was about two. I need an upgrade.”
“Your parents must be freaking out huh?”
“Actually I think they’re okay. I’m not so far away that they can’t visit, but we’ll both have our privacy and we’ll all know when visiting is okay and when it’s not.”
“I can hardly believe that you’re grown up enough to live on your own.”
“I’ll admit that it was a bit overwhelming at first. Exciting for sure, but huge as well. It’s a big step to finally move out on my own,” Carla said. It was so easy to talk to this man. “I’m sure I’ll miss them terribly the first few days I’m here by myself, although work will keep me busy.”
“How is the new job?”
“Dad told you?”
“Mm,” Jason said. “He said you’d just started three weeks ago?”
“Yeah,” Carla said. “It’s alright. Not my dream job, but it’ll pay the bills.”
“What is your dream job?”
“I don’t know,” Carla sighed. “I like numbers, like dad. They come easy to me and figuring them out so they work always entertains me. It must sound boring to want to be an accountant or bookkeeper huh?”
“No,” Jason said, an idea sparking in his brain. He’d need to talk to Ben first though. “It makes my head hurt, all those numbers. But that doesn’t mean it’s a terrible job. Accountants make really good money.”
“They do,” Carla agreed. “Although nowadays you have to run a business just about to use an accountant. Everyone else just does their taxes on the internet.”
“Accounting is more than just taxes,” Jason said. “People use accountants for all sorts of things. Keeping their income and expenditures straight, keeping their bank accounts in the black and setting up things like trust funds and such.”
“Which all take more money than I certainly have,” Carla pointed out with a smile. “You can turn here and my apartment space is 622B.”
“You’re very own parking space huh?” Jason said, impressed with the place. “How’s the rent?”
“It’s five hundred a month, but they gave me a discount to three hundred for my first, last and security that was only good this month. I snatched up the savings. I’m going to put the remainder of the money I saved on a new bed. I’m desperate for something new and big.” She laughed and Jason nearly forgot to put the truck in park before he tried to get out. The woman was going to drive him crazy. When the hell had she become more than just little Carla?
***
Carla helped Jason carry in all the boxes first, leaving plenty of walking space for dragging the couch up the stairs. They went down to hoist it off his truck and Carla noticed a young man standing close enough to them that he was obviously checking her out.
“Can I help you with that?” the man asked. Carla smiled and agreed.
“On three,” Jason said, counting off
and lifting the couch with a grunt. They carried the loveseat up the stairs and put it on the wall that Carla had left clear.
“Thank you so much,” Carla said, shaking the man’s hand.
“It’s not a problem,” he smiled. “I’m Mark. I live in 565A if you ever need mayonnaise or a whisk or anything.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Carla chuckled. She showed Mark out and turned to see Jason brooding.”
“You’re wearing your, I’m not happy face.”
“Your dad would be ringing that guy’s neck for coming on to you like that.”
“He was just being neighborly.”
“Neighborly my ass,” Jason said as frustration raked through his system. “He would have jumped you if you’d given him the slightest invitation.”
“What the hell’s gotten into you?” Carla said, even as anticipation pumped through her. “The first time a man looks at me and you’re acting as if he’s taking your territory. You need to smoke a joint or do some blow and relax.”
“And you’d know,” Jason snickered until Carla pulled a well rolled blunt from her purse. “What the hell are you doing with that?”
“It’s legal in this state you know,” Carla smirked. “It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve ever smoked weed. I get mine from the medical marijuana dispensary on 5th Street and Cannon.”
“Do your parents know?”
“I told them that I planned on getting a medicinal marijuana card.”
“And they let you?”
“What were they going to do lock me in my room and demand I stay there?”
“Hell yes,” Jason said, running a hand through his hair. “If you were my daughter I’d tie you up and make you stay put.”
“Well the tied up part works for me, but staying put, not so much.”
“You don’t understand how men are Carla,” Jason said, his voice rough, harsh. “They’ll take advantage of you.”
“Oh and you’re going to enlighten me?” she scoffed. “Alright Jason. Feel free to enlighten me about what I don’t know about men.” She said, lighting her joint and blowing the hazy smoke in his face. She laughed when he coughed. “I know you and dad used to smoke so don’t act all offended.”
“Don’t touch me,” Jason said gruffly, he took the lit joint from her and pulled the herbal medicine into his body. Holding it, he coughed and waited. Exhaling, Jason noticed that Carla was standing so close that he could see the fire in her eyes. Too late he missed the desire that was just as high, just as darkly erotic.
“Why?” Carla said. She boldly reached a hand out and pressed it on his chest. “I want to touch you Jason. I’ve wanted to touch you for some time now. I couldn’t before, despite being grown before my eighteenth birthday. But now I can and I’ve waited for so long.”
***
“Carla,” Jason begged, drowning. He put his hand over hers, intending to push her back. Her skin was like warm honey and her mouth. He could get lost just looking at her. Jason looked back into her eyes and knew he was damning himself even as he pulled her closer. Her mouth gave as soon as he touched his lips to hers. Her hand slid up around his neck as Jason wrapped an arm around her waist. Her ample breasts pressed against his chest and Jason silently asked her to open to him. When she did he took them deeper, intending to show her exactly how men thought when they looked at a woman like her.
His mouth owned her, pressing his tongue against hers so that she moaned, begging him to taste until she filled him. Her flavor swept through him like whirlwind, drawing away even his most sincere objections. His hands found the gentle curves of her luscious body and Jason touched her with little reserve. She was a delight he’d never imagined having and now that they were here he couldn’t imagine not taking her. Her hips swayed against him and Jason knew he’d have little control left if she kept it up.
“Come with me,” he said, his voice commanding her agreement. He took her down the hall to her bedroom. “I want you Carla, in ways I honestly didn’t allow myself to think about until tonight.”
“I’m right here,” she said, her voice rough with need.
“I…I don’t know how to approach you,” he admitted, even as he locked the door to her bedroom. He drew the blinds shut and turned to her. “There’s a part of me that wants to show you tenderness and the gentleness of making love. There’s also a part of me that wants to ravage you. To show you to awesome power of arousal and uncontrollable completion.”
“I’m not delicate Jason,” Carla said, already feeling heat and need pool between the hot lips of her pussy. She’d ached more than once for him. Now that he was this close, so close she could practically feel his erection, she wasn’t backing down. “Do what you want to me because I can guarantee that I want it too.”
She watched the war rage in his eyes, the devil may care expression that slid into place, thrilling her even from halfway across the room. She wanted to go to him, to reach out and pull him close. But no, she wanted him to come to her, to need her as desperately as she’d needed him for so long. With three quick strides Jason’s hands found the long locks of her hair, pulling so that she gasped. His mouth fused to hers, swallowing the shock of surprise that burned in her throat. His hands slid down and pulled her hands above her head, pressing her breasts hard against his chest. “Keep them there,” he demanded. Gone was her father’s friend, the man she’d fantasized about. This Jason was someone that thrilled her in ways she hadn’t even been looking for, or had she?
Carla felt his hands on the snap of her jeans and moaned when his hands slid around her ass to pull her jeans off. Her panties came too and she stepped out of them, keeping her hands and arms up above her head. “Good girl,” Jason smiled. His fingers undid the tie of her orange halter top and it joined her pants and panties on the floor. “Very nice.” He must have meant her bra, but Carla was having a hard time thinking. He made her ache in the sweetest way. Liquid heat pooled between the pulsing folds of her pussy as she waited with bated breath for him touch her.
Then his mouth was on her tight nipple, soaking the fabric of her bra so that she felt the hard press of his tongue. “Please,” she begged, unable to control her own desire.
“Lift your leg to my thigh,” Jason instructed. “Look at me Carla.” She met his honey colored eyes and licked her lips. He smiled then and brought his mouth hungrily to hers. As his lips parted her, pressing his tongue into her mouth she felt his fingers dive into her hot center. Three deep thrusts and she came on a cry of ecstasy that rippled through her as she tightened around him, her body on a rhythm all its own.
***
Jason didn’t know when he’d ever taken a woman in such a primal way. Carla was so ripe and hot he couldn’t imagine having her any other way. She stretched his control in a way that thrilled and excited him. His own need surprised him, especially because he’d known Carla her entire life. The way he was about to know her though blew everything else out of the water. Aching, Jason undid his jeans and freed the hard and persistent erection. He’d barely gotten out of his jeans before he watched Carla drop to her knees in front of him. He couldn’t utter a sound before her mouth was on him. She sucked him into the warm and wet sanctuary as her long tongue slid around him. Her large hands cupped his balls and massaged them even as she paced his hard cock in her mouth. Each pull was oblivion as she continued to suckle him, pulling him out and thrusting him back into her mouth so that his blunt tip touch the back of his throat.
Knowing she’d finish him if he didn’t stop her, Jason pulled himself back and knelt by her. “I want more than this for us.” Jason pulled a condom from his jeans and tore the wrapper. He was about to put it on when Carla took it in her hand. She slid it down on his thick cock, impressing him with her knowledge and the thrill she so easily brought him. Then her hands were on his shoulders, pressing him down onto the floor. He wanted to fuck her so bad. His cock throbbed with the need to bury himself in the hot slit of her wet pussy. His body would demand completion, the
re was no turning back. He moaned when she straddled him in the reverse cowgirl position. She pressed her wet folds down on him, teasing the tip of his dick. Just when he thought he’d need to help her, Carla pressed herself fully onto his shaft, taking him deeply and completely inside her swollen snatch. He watched her skin turn to warm chocolate as the moon rose in the night sky and filtered through the blinds. Her jet black hair tumbled down her back as she arched over him. His hand stretched out to tug her hair back and the gasp of her surprise made him throb inside her as she took him in again. Her body rose and fell over him again and again, riding him into the abyss of sexual arousal.
***
Carla had never been done this way before. She’d never been in control before and the thought was thrilling. The way her body soared as she rode Jason’s thick cock was new and beautiful. Her clit ached and strained toward the rigid thrill of sliding along his cock as she arched toward him. His fisted hand in her hair had been an exciting surprise and each tug showed her how lovely a shock of pain could be when coupled with the overwhelming desire that whipped through her.
Moving down his legs, Carla changed the angle of her body and continued the rhythm of bringing Jason’s throbbing erection into her wet pussy. Over and over again she impaled herself with his rigid shaft, her body climbing toward that shaky and glorious precipice of climax. His hands gripped her hips and she looked back to see that Jason had sat up. “Come here,” he coaxed. Changing positions, Carla straddled him again, sliding her legs around his waist. She felt the easy slide of his cock sheathing itself deep in her warm and inviting core. Jason’s hand played with her breast as his other one slid down to cup her ass. She looked up into eyes so full of needy lust that she nearly came just looking at him. The concentration in those eyes, the need to see her satisfied made her heart melt and as Jason continued to thrust inside her, Carla felt he clenching release of her orgasm as her body squeezed Jason’s hard cock. She felt his hand tighten on the small of her back as his shaft pulsed inside her and watched the orgasm slide over his face, turning his eyes to molten chocolate.
