by Pamela Prim
I got up from the bed and decided to take a shower. I heard the doorbell ringing and had to hurry up. I wondered if John was back and we could have another round of sizzling sex. I quickly picked my robe and wore it. As I tiptoed to the door, I was amazed to find my Dad standing at the door.
“Wow, Dad! What a pleasant surprise!”
Dad came in and hugged me.
“Marsha, how have you been? It’s been ages since I saw you. I am so sorry I had been so aloof.”
“It’s okay, Dad. You said your trip was delayed, then how did you come so soon?”
“As I was sitting in my office yesterday, I realized that these meetings will never end. My work had distanced me from your mom and now that she has gone, I realized that it is important to prioritize your life. I canceled my meetings because I had promised you a vacation.”
My heart warmed with love. “Aw Dad, you didn’t have to cancel the meeting.. I don’t have anything urgent; I could have waited for you.”
“Ah Marsha, aren’t you happy to have me here?”
“Of course, Dad, I am! I am so excited to have you here, but I don’t want you to blame yourself.”
We hugged again and it felt good. I hadn’t connected with Dad on such a deep level for a really long time now. I was elated and then Dad asked me about what I had been up to. He then decided to get fresh and promised me to take on a local trip to the places where he had grown up.
I changed to my floral maxi dress too and decided to put a little of sunscreen lotion. Life was looking a lot better already.
“Marsha. How was last night? Did you have a great time so far? Has Miami treated you all right or did you face any issues? Well, let’s go out in the sun and catch up”
I blushed at the mention of last night as I remembered the events of the night. Just thinking the night made my toes curl.
“Dad, why don’t you ask John to join us? It would be so much fun for you too.”
“Ah! That’s an excellent idea. I should definitely ask him. I am sure he could scoop in a few hours.”
As Dad called up John, I prayed that he would join us because I really wanted to see him again.
“He is busy with his sheriff duty. He told that he would try to join if it would be possible for him.”
I nodded and then we both headed out, all set to enjoy the Miami heat. We hit the beach and Dad was very relaxed and in his own skin. After spending an hour there, we decided to grab quick lunch. He took me to the same café where he used to visit often as a kid.
“Hey buddy, coming here after a long time, aren’t you?. Your mate is still a regular here” the bald guy from the counter smiled. Dad smiled back and walked over to him. They shook hands said a few words, and then he came back smiling.
John and I always came here on Friday nights with different girls every week. We used to be quite the heartthrob. That guy on the counter, he was pretty tired of us, but when I stopped coming, John told me he always asked about me. This is the thing about your childhood, people always remember you. It was kind of endearing to meet him after so long.”
“Dad, how was John in his earlier days? I mean were the two of you official heartbreakers?”
Dad gave a smile and told me about the times they were in college. John was extremely good looking and his well-sculpted body made him a hit among the ladies. “Girls practically threw themselves at him and trust me, John loved all the attention. He was the kind of guy who loved spending time with women. He had a nasty reputation but as he grew up, he changed. He lost his mom when he was nineteen and then life changed for him. He realized that he had a lot of duties and he gave everything to this community because they stood for him when he needed them. We grew apart as my work made me a busy person, but whenever we catch up, it is always like old times.”
As I heard all these details, I wondered what it would be like to date him. I wasn’t sure what my Dad would say to all of this, but I prayed that it worked out. Last night wasn’t just sex to me as I had felt a deep fluttering in my heart. If it was just a one night stand, I wouldn’t be craving so much to hold him again, to press my body to his.
I was lost in my fantasy when I found Dad gazing in my eyes. “What happened, sweets? Is everything okay? Did John say something?”
“No, no” I quickly blurted and Dad could sense that there was definitely something wrong.
“Marsha, tell me did he say something? Did he do something?”
“Dad, no it’s not like that.”
“Then, what is it?”
“Nothing, Dad. Nothing.”
Dad was definitely not convinced, and I had no clue how to make him feel at ease. I tried to divert his attention, but before I could do it, I saw someone walking through the door and holy shit, my belly trembled with sudden delight.
John was looking hotter than ever in his sheriff uniform. His pants were tight and he was wearing boots. With his ripped muscles and the terrific body, he looked like he was carved for perfection. Dad saw me looking at him like he was a feast for the hungry and he had been looking at me with hungry eyes too.
Dad looked from me to him and back again and we both remained oblivious of the way we were staring at each other. I rolled my tongue over my lips and I could almost touch the taste of his kiss there. John didn’t greet my Dad, hug him or anything but simply came over to the table and kissed me. I kissed him back and met him, stroke for stroke.
Nothing else existed for us at the moment as we were like two lost lovers who had finally reunited. The kiss was broken as someone pushed John harshly and smacked him right on his face. It took me a minute to register that it was my Dad.
I realized that it must have been a shock for him to see the two of us lip locking in front of him. Dad wasted no time and kept hitting away at John. John pleaded to let himself explain, but he was furious beyond words.
“Dad, please don’t hit him. Dad. Don’t. I will explain. It is not his fault.”
My words fell on deaf ear as Dad continued to punch him and hurt him. He was pinned to the wall when John held Dad’s hand and signaled him not to hit him anymore. “I am still on duty and you are not permitted to raise your hand on an officer. I don’t want to arrest you for something.”
“Really John, are you going to threaten me now? How dare you kiss my daughter? What did you do to her last night? She was so afraid of telling me! I trusted you, John! How could you do something to my daughter?”
“Dad, he didn’t do anything. It was mutual. I asked him to sleep with me.”
There was a stunned silence in the cafe and Dad took my hands and we both left the cafe. I looked around and John asked me to go on and not worry about him. We headed to the beach and Dad simply sat there in silence, unsure of what to say.
“Marsha! He is my age.”
“I know Dad but does it really matter? He is everything I have been looking for. I don’t know it all went so suddenly and I actually wanted to know John. Yesterday, I was almost assaulted by a psycho who had broken in his home. John was heroic in the way he easily hurt the psycho and he saved me. The chemistry between us is tantalizing. Didn’t you just say that he has come around and is a good man? I want you to be supportive of my decisions rather than question my choices. I am big enough, Dad.”
He looked at me and I could feel something in his eyes as if he was hurt or may be just worried.
“Dad, mom was 13 years younger than you, wasn’t she?”
Dad just nodded. “How could you judge me then?”
“John isn’t a great guy. I thought he was like your uncle.”
“I never saw him that way, Dad. My heart beats faster when I see him. I have never let someone so close. I want to give us a chance. I want to see him. Maybe I am in love with him.”
This was the first time I gave myself a chance to actually say those words and they didn’t feel odd. I realized at that moment that sometimes you don’t need a year to fall in love. Sometimes, love does happen in the very first meeting itself.
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“I will keep her safe, don’t worry. I am not the jerk school boy anymore!” John said.
We turned behind to see him coming and Dad gave him a half-smile.
“You better not mess with my daughter. I don’t really know what I feel about it at the moment but John, if you break my daughter’s heart, I will forget that you are the sheriff and I am going to break every bone in your body.”
“Sure, sir,” John replied with a smirk..
They hugged each other again and sitting on the beach with two of the most important men in my life, I was finally where I really belonged. The waves, the heat, and the perfect sky – everything once again felt alright. I could almost feel mom smiling, up above from the sky!
Story 12
“Miranda, you should be studying,” her mother said.
Miranda sat in the parlor, looking at the crystal balls that were in there. She didn’t want to deal with that sort of crap right now. She was more interested in doing her own thing.
“No, I don’t want to,” she simply said to her mother.
Her mother paused, looking at her with a glare.
“Are you talking back to me?” she told her. She couldn’t believe that her daughter was doing this yet again.
“Maybe I am, Mom. What are you going to do about it? Bitch me out like last time?” she asked her mother. She was sick of this bitch trying to control everything that she did.
“Well, maybe if you studied or acted more proper, you would be able to find a fitting husband. I’m sick of you being a freeloading child here,” her mother replied.
She scoffed. Her mother didn’t seem to give a shit about her, other than marrying her off to some rich fucker. She wanted to do her own thing, and right now she was relaxing. Her mother needed to take a serious chill pill.
“What are you doing, Miranda? I thought you would go to your room by now?” her father said.
“Fuck you guys, I’m heading out,” she said to them.
“But you have to study for school!” her mother said.
“Whatever. I’m beating this place. You guys are so lame,” she told her parents.
They grew angry with her, but Miranda flipped them off, hiking her skirt up past her ankles as she headed on out. She was 21 years old, and she was sick of them telling her what to do.
She went out to the bar to get a couple of drinks, being merry with the other men there. She didn’t feel like she needed to be tied down to her parents. She was an adult, and she was sick of them ruining her time. She couldn’t believe that they still bothered her about that sort of thing. The one thing that she was looking forward to was going back and sleeping after she had a few drinks.
She drank a bit too much, stumbling back to her parents’ manor. When she got there, her mother was glaring at her.
“What are you doing?” she said.
“Fuck off, Mom. I’m heading to bed,” she told her.
“No, you have chores to do. Remember, you are to collect any other eggs and such at the end of the day. Plus, I thought you would tidy up your room. Why haven’t you done that yet?” she asked her.
Miranda was growing sick of her mother’s antics. She wanted to just live her own life, not one that was hampered by this crazy woman.
“Because, Mom, maybe I don’t want to do that shit. I’m an adult, and I’m not going to do it,” she demanded.
“But you’re supposed to do them in exchange for living here. You know that’s the agreement that we had. You’re an adult, and I can send you away at any time,” her mother admonished.
Miranda didn’t believe her. She knew that mother was a total pussy when it came to that sort of thing, and she doubted that her mother would even have the guts to send her off anywhere. Maybe to some military school, but even then they usually didn’t allow girls into there.
“I would like to see you try, Mother. But screw this noise, I’m going to bed,” she told her.
“You’re going to regret everything that you’ve been doing Miranda. I know that you’re an adult, but you’re going to learn your lesson the hard way, and I’m sure you’re not going to like it,” she told her daughter.
The only response her mother got from Miranda was Miranda flipping the bird to her. She was so tired of her mother holding her back. Her Dad would try to pull the same shit, but she would talk back to him and that should shut him up. She didn’t believe that her parents would even bother to do this sort of thing, rather she just assumed that they were doing this to intimidate her. It pissed her off, and she knew deep down that she wasn’t going to really get punished by them.
But little did she know, that her mother was already making plans with Duke Travis Willington. He was a Duke that lived nearby, a reclusive man who rarely got out, but he was looking for female companionship. He wanted a new maid to work for him, and she thought about sending her daughter to work for the man. That night, she went to her husband and sat at the table in the study, both of them pursed and worried.
“What do you suppose we do? She needs to learn some manners. Nobody is going to be interested in a woman who is like that,” he told her.
“Indeed. I think the Duke might be the best option. I’m sure that it was going to be a wakeup call for her, but she needs it. I’m sick of her treating the family like dirt, and I think it might be for the best,” she told him.
“Then let’s do it. Let me make the arrangements with the Duke, and we can send her immediately,” he said.
They agreed on this, both of them tacitly doing all of this behind Miranda’s back. Three days later, Miranda got back to the house, only to find a couple of suitcases stuffed in the doorway. She got closer, and she realized it was her things.
“What the hell is this?” she said.
She stepped inside, but that’s when she noticed the third figure in the sitting room. It was a man, about twenty year her senior with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. She blushed, immediately thinking about how cute he was. It was definitely something that she didn’t mind, and to a degree, she kind of enjoyed the way he looked at her with a dark glance.
“What the hell is this?” she asked her parents.
“We’re sending you off to work for Duke Travis here. He’s looking for a house maid, and we figured this would be perfect for you,” her mother said.
“But I don’t want to work as a stupid maid mother!” she cried out.
“I know you don’t, but you know what I don’t want to hear more of? You whining and being rude to us. We’re sick of it, and we warned you that we would take matters into our own hands if you didn’t knock it off. Now is the time, and you’re going to get it,” her mother said.
She was serious about this, and Miranda was already growing angry. Travis looked at her with a dark stare.
“I take it you’re not excited to work with me,” he said grimly.
“Bullshit, I’m sick of this crap,” she said.
“Well, you have no choice, Miranda. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about manners once you work for him,” her father said.
Miranda wanted to fight this, but soon they pushed her out the door and into the carriage where Travis was. He just smiled, and Miranda partially wanted to punch him in the face, partially wanted to get to know him better. It bothered her how attractive he was, but at the same time, she was also pissed off about the situation she was in. As the carriage took off, she realized what was going on, and she also knew that at this point, she didn’t have a damn choice. She was stick with this Duke, and for how long she didn’t really know.
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When they got to the Duke’s place, he stepped out, still silence. She got out, pointing to the carriage where the suitcases were. His driver was already inside, but Travis just shrugged.
“Those are yours. You’re supposed to take them,” he said.
“That’s crap. I have other people take it for me,” she told him.
“I don’t care. Either take your crap or walk around my home naked,” he sa
id.
When he said those words, a part of her felt the sting of it immediately, and she couldn’t help but find it kind of hurtful. But at the same time, even though she thought what this man had said was piggish, she didn’t mind the idea of walking around the house naked. Maybe that would help soften him up. Or in some areas, harden him up.
“Whatever,” she said. She would try her tactics out later. She wanted to have this man take her, but at the same time, she wanted to keep things pretty tame for now.
When she got inside, he led her upstairs. There was a simple room, but on the bed was a uniform.
