by Amy Brent
I had seen men’s dicks before. Mostly on dares, or my rare ventures into pornography. But I’d never seen one that looked so beautiful. Hell, it looked like it could have been carved onto a sex statue, in some museum in Amsterdam. That’s how incredible it looked.
He must have sensed my admiration, for he cocked a grin and said, “You like it.”
I nodded, then gulped. “That…can fit inside me?”
He smile spread. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
He took me into his arms, lay me down across the bed, and mounted me. His body was warm, hard, and muscular. I expected him to be heavy, but he took the weight on his elbows. As he settled down atop me, I realized how small and feminine he made me feel with his size and strength – and as a girl who grew up playing hockey with her brothers, I rarely felt either of those things.
His dick pressed first against my belly, and then, as he shifted, down between my legs, I inhaled sharply. It was hot and rock hard, like a piston. Though I was excited – and streaming wet to boot – I was nervous, wondering if it would be painful.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, kissed my ear. “I won’t hurt you.”
And then he took his cock in his hand and guided it gently inside me.
“Ah!” I gasped immediately, spreading my legs wider to take him in. As he pressed deeper, I felt a small spark of pain, but that was soon washed out by the rush of wet pleasure surging through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. My breasts heaved. And my first thought as I had sex for the first time was, Why the hell did I wait so long?
It was incredible – pleasure as I had never imagined it. Sure, there was a little soreness, but it was nothing compared to how amazing I was feeling. It’d be like getting upset about a scraped knee while standing in front of the most magnificent vista the world could offer.
His movements started shallow and slow, but as I moaned and widened in pleasure, he began to thrust deeper, plunging me even further into my dazed ecstasy.
My thighs squeezed against his hips. My hands scrabbled upon the flesh of his back, holding him close to me. I felt his hot breath in bursts against the hollow of my neck, and my nipples rubbing the hair of his chest.
It was overwhelming. It was amazing. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I prayed that it would not be a one-time thing. I wanted to experience something like this every day for the rest of my life.
After what seemed an eternity and a flash of a moment, Roger’s measured breathing turned to grunts. I sensed his rhythm changing. It was no longer the steady swing of a pendulum, but sometimes short and quick, others long and deep. His hands bit into my hair, and he kissed my neck savagely. At first, I was taken aback by this new roughness, but as the fire burned even higher between my legs, I began to reciprocate. I clawed deeper into his skin, clipped his shoulder with my teeth, and locked my ankles behind his back.
“Oh, Danielle,” he grunted. “I’m gonna pump you full!”
“Ah…” I felt it. I could feel him exploding inside me, a hot rush of liquid soothing my battered insides like a balm. He thrust two, three, four more times, and I felt his manhood trembling inside me. Every pulse it gave sent a shiver of pleasure through me, until, at long last, he slipped from my body.
“Have fun?” He asked, kissing my nose before toppling away. It looked like if he had had the energy to giggle, he would have.
Suddenly serious, I leaned up onto my elbow and turned towards him. “Yes, Roger,” I said solemnly. “That was the most fun I think I’ve ever had in my entire life.”
We kissed, and then he took me into the crook of his arm, where we lay in a wonderful stupor until both of us drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 11
Roger
The next morning, I woke up feeling so delicious and warm with Danielle curled up next to me that it took all my self-control to keep from leaping with joy from the bed and waking her. Instead, I shifted around, freeing my arm from beneath her, and then kissed her on the nose.
She stirred, her eyes flickering beneath closed lids before finally opening. “Good morning,” I whispered, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair.
“Good morning,” she whispered back, and then: “Oh god!”
“What’s the matter?” I asked as she leapt out of bed, feverishly searching the room for her undergarments. “Do you need Plan B?”
“No, no,” she said, wrestling herself into her panties. “It’s not that. I’ve been on birth control for years. It’s…well, Maggie.”
“Maggie?” I echoed stupidly. “What’s wrong with Maggie?”
Danielle whirled on me, her face stern and annoyed. She looked beautiful as ever. “I’ve spent the night, Roger!” She explained. “What do you think Maggie is going to think when I topple out of your bedroom, wearing the same thing I was yesterday?”
“Oh,” I said. “Right.” For a second, I thought about suggesting that she wouldn’t notice, but that was pointless. Maggie was too sharp for that. “Do you think she’ll mind?”
“I don’t know!” Danielle snapped. “She’s your daughter!”
To which I offered another, stupid, “Right.”
“Oh, I should never have done this!” She wailed. “I can’t believe how selfish I’ve been! I never once thought of Maggie!”
This statement hit home hard. Not because I agreed that Danielle should be feeling guilty, but because I, too, hadn’t thought of Maggie. Not really. And she was my daughter. Danielle was just her nanny.
I told her this, but it didn’t seem to help things.
“Urgh!” She groaned. “I’ve ruined everything! I finally find something nice – great, even – and I go ahead and ruin it! Veronica was right…”
I couldn’t take the sight of her looking so upset, so I stood. “No, Danielle, it’s okay. We’re both adults, and Maggie knows that. Why don’t we try giving her a chance? You know how smart she is.”
As I said this, I took her into my arms and held her close to my naked body. This seemed to calm her down, for after several deep breaths, she said, “You’re right. There’s no point in hiding it, anyway. I think honesty is best. But can I shower, at least, before hand?”
“Of course,” I laughed, and pointed her to my master bathroom. Once she disappeared inside, I scowled in thought. As much as I’d tried to calm Danielle down, I was worried, too. After all, I had brought Danielle into our lives for Maggie. Did I just screw it all up? Did this make me a bad father?
Knowing I needed a shower but not caring, I got dressed and greeted Danielle as she left the bathroom ready to go.
“I’m going to give Maggie a little heads up,” I said. “Come out in a few minutes, okay?”
Danielle nodded, and began toweling off her hair. Meanwhile, I took a deep breath and left the bedroom.
Maggie was already awake, still in her pajamas and sitting before a bowl of cereal. “Hey, Dad,” she said cheerfully as she saw me enter the kitchen. “You want some Cheerios?”
“No, Mags,” I said. “Actually, I need to talk to you.”
She set her spoon down, and gazed at me with a look of worry. “What is it?”
I sat. “Well, darling, I just want to start off by saying that I love you very much, and the time we spend together. You know that, right?”
“Oh, god. What happened? Did you decide to send me to Brookdale, after all?”
I shook my head, and I saw her relax. A little.
“So what’s wrong then?”
“You see, honey…your mother has been dead a long time, and that means that…sometimes…your father has needs.”
She eyed me suspiciously. “And, what does that mean?”
“It means…well…sometimes I’d like to try bring a woman into my life.”
She grimaced. “Like the ones you visit in the hotel?”
I blinked at her, astonished. “You knew about that?”
“Please, daddy. I know pretty much everything that goes on around here.” And she rolled her
eyes matter-of-factly.
As perturbing as this revelation was, I found it also oddly comforting. If Maggie knew about my dalliances downstairs, surely she would be okay with me and Danielle.
Right?
“Well, now I have something else to confess.”
She stared at me. Was that a smile I detected on the corner of her lips?
“I’m currently seeing – ”
“Good morning, Maggie!” Danielle’s bright voice interrupted as she entered the kitchen. Even though her hair was wet and she was wearing the same rumpled clothes as yesterday, she looked magnificent.
My gaze spun to Maggie, waiting for her reaction. Slowly, like sunlight emerging from a cloudy day, a broad smile spread across her features.
“Danielle?” She finished for me.
I nodded, feeling insanely like a little boy.
She giggled.
“That’s great, you guys!” She exclaimed, then leapt from her seat to rush over and hug Danielle. Then, however, she hesitated. “Wait a minute,” she said. “Does that mean…will you still be my nanny?”
“Of course, dear,” Danielle said, and Maggie gave a little dance of happiness.
“I’ll go get dressed!” She squeaked, and then dashed off to her bedroom.
Danielle sighed and sat down beside me. “Well, that was easier than I expected,” she said.
“You got that right,” I agreed. “Now, after all of last night’s adventures, I’m pretty hungry. What do you think: eggs and bacon?”
“Wonderful,” she said, and I basked in the glowing warmth of her smile.
Even though I almost never cook, I dug the ingredients out of the fridge and began preparing them for her, all the while thinking of how happy Maggie’s reaction had made me. This is amazing, I thought over and over. Danielle is great. Maggie is great. What could possibly go wrong?
Chapter 12
Danielle
After Roger and I bid farewell to Maggie as she went off to school, I decided it would be best if I headed back to my apartment for a little while. I wanted to change and relax, but also have some time to adjust to this amazing new turn in my life – and to gush about it.
Yes, I definitely wanted to gush. After waiting so long to finally experience sex – and not just sex, but wonderful, amazing, mind-blowing sex at that – I felt like sharing it with the world.
Obviously, I remembered that Veronica and I had been fighting. But, after all the time she spent badgering me to lose my virginity, surely she’d be happy for me. Right? And Roger had certainly showed himself to be a true gentleman. By spending so much time with me – and by revealing our relationship with Maggie – I felt certain that he had proven that he was in this for the long haul. Assuredly, Veronica would feel the same as well.
I arrived home just as Veronica was waking up. She stumbled out of her bedroom door, right to the coffee pot, before turning around and noticing me.
She took it all in in one long glance. The yesterday’s clothes. My still-wet hair. And the blooming grin on my face. She set the pot to brew, then said, “Oh, god, Danielle. What did you do?”
At this point, my excitement exploded. “I did it!” I erupted jubilantly. “I had sex!”
Veronica’s eyes narrowed. “With whom?” She demanded.
“What do you mean, with whom? With Roger, of course! We’re a couple!”
She shook her head, clucking her tongue as she did so. “Oh, Danielle. Danielle, Danielle, Danielle. Surely you don’t believe that?”
Her reaction, though not strictly unexpected, still stung. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“Of course he’s saying you’re a couple. That’s what all men say. They just want to trick you into fucking them. At which he succeeded.”
She must have noticed the look on my face, for a second later, she said, “Wait. He did actually say you were a couple? Like, in those words?”
I bit my lip. “Well, no. Not exactly – ”
“Ha!” Veronica burst, slapping her hand on the table. “Christ, Danielle, you’re in even deeper than I thought!”
Was she right? Was Roger just leading me on? We hadn’t actually discussed our relationship. Everything had just happened so naturally that a lot kind of went unsaid. Was he manipulating me?
Then, I pictured the look in his eyes as he spoke to me, as we made love. There was plenty of lust there, of course, but also a strong protectiveness. A desire to share. To educate.
No. My Roger was not toying with me.
Which lead me back to Veronica.
“I don’t understand, Vee,” I said, crossing my arms and scowling at her. “You’ve been pestering me for years to lose my virginity, and now that I finally have, you tell me I’m going about it all wrong!”
She pursed her lips. “Yeah, with a man like Roger,” she said.
At this point, my temper erupted. “Yes, a man like Roger!” I roared. “A loving father, smart, sweet, and candid. Imagine the horror! Oh, and let’s throw in that he’s amazingly handsome and a multi-fucking billionaire to boot!”
I felt weird even bringing up his money at all. I didn’t want anyone to think that I was only interested in him because of that. But of all the people to disparage…
Veronica frowned. “But he’s, like, forty.”
“So what?” I demanded. “He’s in better shape than half the guys you’ve gone out with. So what if he’s older? That just makes him more mature. He’s classy!”
At this, Veronica rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, looking away from me as if I was unfit to talk to. I noticed the way her nails dug into her skin, and that she was chewing on her lips, and suddenly something occurred to me.
“You’re…jealous,” I said, and as soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew they were true. The emerged like the sun at daybreak, casting light on everything that’d been going on so far.
“What?” Veronica snapped, her silence forgotten.
“That’s it, isn’t it? You have nothing against me and Roger. You’re just jealous of us!”
“Shut up,” she hissed, and slammed her palm on the table.
“I see it now, Vee. That’s why you’ve been so mean lately. You want what I have. A man like Roger for yourself!
“Shut up!” She howled. Suddenly, she was on her feet. “You’re so stupid, Danielle. So stupid. You’ll see. Give it a couple weeks, until Roger fucks you over, and then you’ll find out I was right all along!”
I cocked a smile at her. “Jealous!” I mocked.
She flushed. A dark look that went past anger gathered on her features. “Bitch,” she growled, and then, without another word, grabbed her keys and stormed out.
* * *
That night, I returned to the Clifton. Partly for my job, obviously, but also just to see Roger. Even though it’d only been hours, I already missed him.
Veronica didn’t return to the apartment at all. It wasn’t long enough for me to get particularly worried. She had always had a temper, and I assumed she just needed to cool off. I did feel slightly guilty for jeering at her right at the end, but at the same time, what could someone expect? I was really tired of hearing how dumb I was all day.
I just wanted to be with Roger, and to feel good.
Maggie and I blew through her homework (that kid was brilliant. I swear, she was the most precocious ten-year-old I had ever met) and then had a pleasant dinner with Roger as well. We mostly made small talk, with Maggie telling us about a new play she and her friends were scripting for her history class, and Roger complaining about some rich foreign client who’d through such a massive party in one of the luxury suites that the whole rug needed cleaning. I listened and commented, but decided to bring up Veronica once Maggie had gone to her room.
The night drew to a close. Maggie entertained us all by reading aloud one of her favorite books to us. She was talented, and even did special voices for the different characters. Tuckered out, she went to her room to read and sleep. Did I catch a knowing smirk
on Maggie’s lips on her way out? I couldn’t be sure. Either way, at last Roger and I were alone.
“So, what’s bothering you?” He asked, sipping from a glass of wine. “Is it this Veronica girl again?”
“Yes,” I confessed, and then told him what I could remember of all the cruel things she had said. At the end, he whistled, and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Well, she’s right about one thing,” he said, and for a fleeting instant I was nervous. “And that’s that we haven’t talked about our relationship yet. So…Danielle, will you be my girlfriend? Go steady? Be exclusive? Whatever the hell people are calling it these days?”
This made me laugh, for it was the first time since I’d met him that he’d said something that even sounded remotely old. People who have an issue with our age difference can suck it, I thought. I’m having too much fun.
I smiled at him, and looked into those deep chestnut eyes. “Yes,” I said. “I will.”
His gaze glinted. “Good,” he said. “Now let me show you what girlfriends and boyfriends can do.”
