Girl For Rent: A Dark Romantic Comedy

by Dark Angel

  She doesn’t even look at me; she just leaves the room. The only sound in the room as the door slams shut is the whimpering of Jennifer and my heart which feels as if it’s going to come out of my chest. Because for the first time since I’ve been seeing Jennifer, I don’t know if we are going to make it past the summer. The meal went bad, but then again I never expected them to welcome us with open arms. I can tell by the way that Jennifer’s crying, she didn’t know what to expect and now it’s happened I don’t know whether to go home or comfort Jennifer. So, I sit. I wait. For what? I don’t have a fucking clue, but it feels as if it’s the best thing to do right now.

  Jennifer

  I need to pull myself together, so I tell Jason to leave. He doesn’t protest or complain about it. He simply stands up and leaves the house quietly. This is the reason that we never told them. I never expected it to go well. I thought about it, if it was the other way around, if Carla had told me that she was seeing Daniel how would I take it?

  I knew that I wouldn’t take it well. A barrier of trust has been broken and it started the moment I fucked Jason by the pool side and after that we both got carried away. Do I regret it? No. I just wish that we had been honest earlier on. I know one thing for sure, Jason’s made me confront my fears. He’s brought out the best in me and I’m not going to feel guilty about it. Not one little bit.

  I start to head up the stairs and do something that I should have done a long time ago. I’m going to talk to my son. Not just about Jason, but about everything. It’ll start with how his dad died and the marriage. The one that we’ve never spoken about until now.

  As I knock on his door, I call out, “Daniel?”

  He doesn’t respond, I’m no longer crying. I don’t feel weak as I did when I told both Daniel and Carla. I feel stronger than I’ve ever felt in a long time.

  “Daniel!”

  Again, nothing so I attempt to open his door. It’s locked. Something Tom said was important for our privacy. I never wanted any of the rooms in the house locked. He was the one that insisted that every room should be locked after I’d caught him watching porn. I knew the reason behind it, but like everything in the house I said nothing about it. I just complied, I’d been doing it for so many years that it was almost robotic.

  “I know that you hate me. But I need you to understand this. I need you to understand us!”

  I’m talking to a door, but I don’t care. Daniel can hear me on the other side of the door and that’s all that matters.

  “Your dad and I never had a marriage. We had sex once. Once in eighteen years and that was how you were conceived. You must have seen that we weren’t like other couples. Your dad never attempted to kiss me. Touch me. We even slept in separate rooms.”

  I stop as I hear his door open. This means that he’s listening to what I have to say.

  “Dad was gay. I’m not an idiot. I knew,” Daniel whispers as he opens the door.

  I want to ask how he knew, but I can’t say anything as he starts speaking and I want him to say more. I want to comfort him, but I can’t because I’ve started to talk and I need to get it all of my chest.

  “That was just a part of it. We were brought together by our parents. We stayed together, because of you. I wanted you to have a mom and dad. I realize now that you had neither.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Daniel, I was dead. I was living in a house, trying to please your dad sexually and even just as a wife. He had so many rules. I had to be like this. Dress like this,” I say as lift up my dress. The one that I kept and the rest I burned as I’ve been getting rid of everything in my closet. Any reminder of Tom.

  “Anyway, I didn’t know how to be me. Until, I found out that your dad died of a heart attack after having sex with a male prostitute.”

  Daniel chokes, “That’s disgusting. A married man. I used to respect him and think that he was some hot shot. Always wanting to please him to get his attention and the problem was I never did.”

  I nod my head and think that for the first time in a long time, we’re both talking. Daniel heads to his bed and slumps down. He’s not talking, but at least he’s a lot calmer then he was a few minutes ago.

  “I thought that he was a good father to you. That’s the reason I stayed, I realize now that I did it for my own selfish needs.” I start to cry as I think about all the mistakes that I’ve made in my life. I know one thing for sure, Jason’s not one of them.

  He comforts me, by putting his arm around me.

  “Mom, please don’t cry. I think I understand. I don’t hate you.”

  I look up at him. “But I don’t want you to hate Tom either. Whatever he did, maybe he had reasons for them. Some that we don’t understand, but he’s not here to defend himself so we just have to take what he did and move on from it. Do you understand?”

  He ignores my question as he asks, “What about you and Jason? Is it love?”

  I nod my head. “I’ve never felt more alive in my life.”

  He rejects me like a jilted bride at the altar. I call after him, but this time he doesn’t just run down the stairs. He’s leaving the house and I’m going to follow him and do what we should have done a long time ago.

  We’re going to have this all out tonight, one way or another, I’m not going got let him avoid this conversation. One that was overdue a long time ago.

  Jason

  I leave for college tomorrow, and so far everything’s a fucking disaster. Daniel’s either been staying at Ron’s, and he’s got Ron lying for him or even worse Bethany. No one’s seen him. Jennifer tried following him in her car and then she lost him, and she hasn’t seen him since.

  As for Mom, you could cut the atmosphere in this house with a knife. I think that she’s been doing some extra shifts at the hospital because I never see her. Even when I try to call her, I’m lucky if she picks up.

  As for Jennifer, I know that her focus is Daniel. I’m not worried about things going stale between us. That’s not possible; we just need time. Both of us. It’s only natural. I just wish that I didn’t have to go to college right now.

  Today, I wasn’t leaving anything to chance, so I got up extra early to go for a run to clear my head. As soon as I open the door, Mom has her gear ready to go to work.

  “Mom, I thought that we would talk. I sent you a message about it last night.”

  She laughs. “If you want to talk then go and ask your wannabe mommy!”

  Mom pushes past me and then starts heading up the drive to the car. I stand by the car preventing her from getting in. Fuck the neighbors, I’m going to college, and we need to figure this out before I leave.

  “I leave for college tomorrow.” I sigh as I’m so damn hot and the last thing I wanted to do was have this conversation like this and most of all not for all to see. We’re adults; I just wish that Mom would behave like one. “I’m your only son. You can’t just shut me out like this.”

  She laughs. “Really? Watch me!”

  That’s when I see Daniel. Shit, he looks a mess, unshaven and I swear that he’s wearing the same clothes from when I last saw him.

  “Every corner I turn you’re there,” Daniel blurts out as he approaches.

  I don’t know what he means by that statement, but I know that I’m not moving and Mom and I are going to talk.

  “When you said that you were in love with another woman. All that time you were talking about my mom?”

  I nod my head; I’m about to say something else when I see Jennifer leaving the house to join us on the drive.

  Mom shouts out, “When you said that you had a younger man that made you feel alive again. You were talking about Jason?”

  Jennifer’s trying to hold back the tears. Thank God, her hair’s not tied up, and she’s not wearing one of her old dresses. She looks as if she’s back to herself with her hair down and jean shorts.

  Jennifer whispers as she comes closer, “Yes. He makes me feel better than any man I’ve ever known.”


  Mom chokes, “My son?” Jennifer smiles as she wraps her arms around me and I move away from mom’s car door. I want to tell her that I’m sweaty and don’t smell too good from the run. But, I have a feeling that she knows this already and she doesn’t care.

  “Mom, what are you upset about really? You think that Jennifer just used me for sex? Do you think that this was all about sex?”

  Mom’s about to say something, but then she shakes her head. “No. It’s more than that. You don’t even introduce me to one of your girlfriend’s. Let alone tell me that you’re in love. This is something different.”

  Jennifer agrees, “It is, which is why we wanted you to hear it from us. No one else, but from us.”

  Mom takes a deep breath. “So, you’re still going to school?”

  Jennifer pulls back. “You are going to college?”

  I smile. “I’m in love. Not stupid. Of course, I’m going to college.”

  Daniel nods. “I’ve never seen my mom so happy. I was kind of curious who was making her feel this way. I hated the way that Dad treated her, but then I felt that she let herself be treated that way. I think I get it, that she didn’t know how to get away from him. She wasn’t strong enough to do it.”

  Jennifer cups Daniel’s face and says, “That’s exactly what happened, and I don’t blame Tom for it. I just wasn’t in a good place back then.”

  “But you are now? With him?” Daniel points to me.

  “Yes.” Jennifer smiles as she wraps her arms around him and they hug.

  I look at my mom and wonder if she’s going to do the same thing. She hesitates for a second and then she pulls me down and hugs me. I love her, and we respect and love them both. If they didn’t give us their blessing, then I don’t know what we would have done. But as they say, love conquers all, and I think in this instance, that’s exactly what it has done and we’re all in a better place as a result of it.

  Jennifer

  “I don’t know what the hell you did to me,” he whispers, grabbing locks of my hair and pulling on them, forcing me to bare my neck. “But I can’t stop thinking about you…” He lays his lips on my neck, kissing me all the way to my chin. “I can’t stop thinking about your naked body… About the way you moan when I’m inside of you. I love you so much and I don’t think I can ever have enough of you.”

  “I love you, too,” I say, running my tongue over my lower lip.

  “I love you so much.” And, with that, he presses his mouth against mine. We brush lips slowly, our kiss growing wilder and wilder with each passing second. When our tongues meet, I feel a stab of ravenous desire in my heart, an almost violent need to submit and obey the man in front of me. To let him lead me into PleasureLand.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I whisper against his ear, my lips brushing against his skin, “as hard as you can. I want you to use me, Jason. I’m yours.” As the words leave my lips, my heart starts to race at a hundred miles per hour, my insides clenching as my brain tries to comprehend what I’m really volunteering for.

  “You didn’t need to say it,” he yanks on my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Jennifer, no matter what you say.”

  “Yes, please…” I mutter, a growing wetness taking root between my thighs. I can feel my heart pounding against my eardrums, a legion of scattered thoughts fluttering inside my head. “Please,” I repeat, my voice sounding meek but genuine.

  A subtle grin dances on the corner of his lips and he lets go of me, taking a step back; I stand still, allowing his eyes to take in the curves of my body. Raising his arms, Jason reaches for me, hooking his fingers on the fabric of my dress, right below my neck.

  I hold my breath, his grin widening at the same time; in a heartbeat, he pulls on my dress with all his strength, ripping it apart. My body sways as he tears the fabric apart, pulling it out of my body with viciousness.

  “Much better,” he says, looking at my half naked body. I let my eyes fall from his face to his crotch, and I notice the bulging shape there, pushing against his pants. I might be as wet as the Pacific, but he isn’t lagging behind, his cock so hard I half expect it to rip its way out of his pants.

  I wait for Jason to tell me to go down on my knees, but that’s not what he does. Still in silence, he takes one step forward and places his hands on my hips, pushing me back. I stumble until I feel my back against the wall, my eyes widening in excitement as I try to guess his next move. Grabbing me by the waist, he makes me turn around and face the wall, my ass turned to him. I place my hands in front of me, at shoulder height, as he runs the tip of his fingers down from my neck to the clasp of my bra. Unhooking it, he then pushes the straps down my arms, allowing the bra to simply drop to the floor.

  “And it keeps getting better…” he whispers, leaning against me. His hands on my waist again, he moves them up over my stomach, stopping just before his fingers meet my naked breasts. With slow deliberate movements, he traces their lower contour, moving his finger back and forth steadily, and then finally goes over their curve. A slight shiver goes through me and I close my eyes, feeling him so close to my nipples that they become even harder.

  As he teases me, I jut my ass back, trying to press it against the bulging in his pants; he keeps himself out of reach, though, holding me tighter with the hand he has on my waist.

  “We’ll get there… Patience,” he whispers, nibbling at my earlobe as he allows his fingers to brush over my right nipple. I let out a heavy sigh, a warmness spreading from my nipple to the rest of my body, that electric buzz crawling under my skin. Pinching my rosy tip between his thumb and index finger, he keeps building up the desire inside of me, driving it so high that my mind goes blank.

  His lips are on my neck now, and he starts to kiss my skin on a downward line—from my neck he goes to between my shoulder blades, and then makes the hike down my spine until his lips are touching the place were skin and thong meet. Parting his lips, he bites down on the small string of underwear and starts peeling it off, the fabric sliding easily over my ass as he pushes it down my legs.

  The moment I step out of my thong, completely naked and exposed, he squeezes my ass cheeks, rubbing them with the palm of his hands. I spread my legs wide, my hands still on the wall as I prepare myself to whatever’s in his mind. My skin prickles as I feel one of his fingers on me, gently sliding down between my ass cheeks; barely any pressure to his touch, he moves it all the way down until he’s touching my wet folds. Caressing my wetness, he leans forward; I gasp as I feel the wet tip of his tongue on me, pushing past my inner lips. Jabbing at my pussy with it, his movements remain slow but deliberate, his lips never touching me.

  “Oh, God…” I whisper to no one in particular, pressing my forehead against the wall. I close my eyes and let my brain be overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through me. When his teasing becomes simply too much for me, I move my hips back, trying to press my pussy against his face; instead of resisting, this time he places his hands on my waist and matches my movement, pulling me into him harshly. The moment his mouth touches my pussy, I can’t help but gasp, my lungs struggling for air.

  “I’m just getting started,” he tells me, pulling out from me just to say these words. He dives into me again, eagerly pressing his mouth against my pussy and sucking as hard as he can; he pulls my folds into his mouth, running his tongue along them as he keeps my ass cheeks spread wide.

  I’m moaning...and I’m moaning hard. Each stroke of his tongue sends a high voltage current up my spine, making me even wetter and desperate for his cock. But still he keeps sucking and licking me, working me with his mouth until I’m hissing through my gritted teeth.

  Then, with no warning whatsoever, he curls his fingers on my hips and makes me turn around. My back against the wall, I look down at him, my heart beating wildly inside of my chest as I notice his lips glistening with my fluids. He doesn’t afford me the luxury of looking at him anymore, though without waiting, he places one hand under my left ass cheek and
makes me lift my leg, placing it over his shoulder. One leg on the ground and other resting on his shoulder, my pussy is left open wide for him to devour, and that’s exactly what he does; closing his eyes as he leans in, he fits his mouth against my aching pussy, jabbing at my insides with his tongue. I pull on his hair, pulling him into me as I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my wetness all over his face. He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems to relish it, redoubling his efforts.

  “It feels so… So good…” I moan, throwing my head back as he laps at my clit with his tongue, circling it and then pressing down.

  Using only his tongue, he drives me to the edge of madness but, not quite satisfied with it, he starts brushing one finger against my folds. Moving it up and down, he teases me, but never slides it in; he waits for me to reach for his wrist, and before I can grab it, he slides his finger inside of me, curling it upward in a hook motion. His fingertip pressed tight against my G-spot, he starts rubbing that sweet trigger of madness while he keeps on torturing my clit. He knows what he’s doing, and he won’t stop until a climax forces me to moan as loud as I can.

  In the end, it doesn’t take long for him to get what he wants. My body tenses up, electricity gathering in my extremities, and I finally open my mouth and let a quivering moan out. My hands go weak, and I have to place my forearms against the wall, supporting me as a wild orgasm rages through me. Jason keeps licking me while pleasure makes my heart almost explode, only slowing down when my moan turns into a soft purr of ecstasy.

  “Delicious,” he says, looking up at me as he pulls out from my pussy. “As always,” he adds, that devilish grin on his lips as he takes my leg out from his shoulder and goes up to his feet. Standing right in front of me, his hands on my hips, he leans in. I smile, meeting him halfway and pressing my lips against his, my tongue sliding into his mouth. My own scent and flavor hit me at once and, just like the last time, it makes my insides clench, desire fluttering inside my chest.