Marcus Mine
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“Interesting,” I said. That could make the situation even weirder than it already was. I could see the headlines now - Man fucks teenage girl his daughter considers as her sister. I shook my head in frustration.
“Why are you shaking your head?” Candace asked, eyeing me. “You don’t approve of us being close?”
“No, no,” I replied quickly. “I was just, it’s just that…”
“You and mom had wanted another child, right?”
I breathed. “Yeah, that’s right.”
“Actually, I think it was more like you wanting another child so I could have a brother or sister, but mom didn’t want to have any more kids. Am I right?”
“You sure are perceptive.”
Candace shrugged. “Mom told me one time.”
“Ah.”
We continued eating in silence, Alice’s absence from the dining table echoing loudly in my mind. I wanted to go up to her room, hold her, hug her, and help her with whatever problem she was grappling with, but I couldn’t. I wanted to tell Candace how I felt toward Alice, but I couldn’t do that either. I felt trapped and helpless.
As usual, Candace finished before me. She took her plate and glass to the sink and washed them.
“Going up to my room,” she said.
“Check on Alice, would you?” I said. “I’m gonna leave the pasta and sauce in the kitchen, in case she wants to eat later.”
“Sure thing, dad.”
I took a longer time eating, hoping Alice would come down and join me, but she never showed up. I put away my plate, refilled my glass with more red wine, and after a moment of contemplation, decided to take the bottle along with me.
The evening air was cool when I walked to my lounge chair next to the pool, the place quiet except for a few cicadas and an occasional dog barking in the distance. I placed the bottle on the small round table next to me, sat down and sipped my wine, enjoying the silence of the evening while thinking of Alice.
Something was definitely bothering her, but I couldn’t figure out what had changed between this morning at the gym and when they came home. However, I had been married a long time, and from my experience, I knew stuff like this happened. There were some things I never quite understood with women, major mood swings being one of them. I had learned to be patient and let those occasions wash over me like a passing storm.
I continued to sit still, enjoying my wine and feeling a light evening breeze swirl around me. I was on my third refill when I heard the sliding door open and close and sensed a presence walking toward me.
“Hey,” Alice said.
“Hey,” I said, turning to look at her. She had changed into a loose shorts and t-shirt. She had taken off what little make-up she had earlier, and from the puffiness around her eyes, I could tell she had been crying.
“Pull up a seat,” I said, motioning to my left. Alice hesitated, then pushed one of the other lounge chairs next to me and sat down.
“Want some wine?”
Alice looked at the glass in my hand, and without a word she took it and finished the considerable amount that was still in it before returning the empty glass back. I poured the last of the bottle and offered her some more but she shook her head.
Placing the glass down on the table, I glanced inside to make sure Candace wasn’t around, then reached out and took Alice’s hand. We sat there in silence for some time, holding each other and staring up at a cloudless, star-filled night sky. A shooting star crossed from right to left, and seconds later another one followed.
I wanted to ask her a bunch of questions but I kept quiet, our hands clasped together and resting on her thigh.
“Nice night,” Alice finally said.
“Yes, it is. I usually come out here after dinner, drink some wine, sometimes smoke a cigar. Sometimes I take my Kindle with me and read here for an hour or two.”
“What sort of books do you read?”
“Thrillers, mostly. Some sci-fi. Do you read?”
“I love reading fantasy books,” Alice said, her voice soft, soothing, blending perfectly with the serene environment, the pool light highlighting her beautiful face. “And some sci-fi. Orson Scott Card is one of my favorite authors.”
“Hey, me too. Loved the Ender’s Game series. Have you read Pathfinder?”
“Yes, that’s one of my favorites, actually.”
“Mine too. I think it’s got some fantasy elements in there, with the kind of magical power the main character has.”
“Totally.”
This is nice, I thought. Enjoying a slice of tranquility outside, with the pool and the stars keeping you company while holding the hand of someone you love.
I wasn’t much of a romantic, but I’d have to say, this moment right here, this was as romantic as it got for me. I could stay right here all night.
And that was when she dropped a bombshell on me.
“We have to stop this.”
I looked at her. Tears were rolling down her cheeks silently, and it broke my heart to see her that way. I got up, knelt beside her, and wiped the tears away.
“Why?”
“Because I’m not good for you.”
“Oh babe, why would you think that?”
“It’s true. You’re going to find someone that’s right for you one day, someone your own age that would love you and won’t give you problems.”
“That’s impossible. There isn’t a single relationship in the world that doesn’t have problems.”
“Yeah but not the kind I bring you.”
I looked at her. “What kind is that?”
“The kind that puts a stigma on your name and your family. I mean, what will everyone say? That you’re seeing a teenager? What will your daughter think of you? What will this do to your friendship with my dad? Don’t you understand? You deserve better.”
“Shhh,” I said, hugging her. “I deserve you. You’re the one I love, and I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”
“But I do!”
I kissed her on the forehead, on her cheeks, and finally, on her lips. She responded to me immediately, her body arching up as she moaned softly.
“I know this is all happening very fast,” I said when we parted. “But I’ve never felt like this with anyone else. Have you?”
Alice shook her head.
“See? This kind of thing doesn’t just happen to anyone. You and I, we’re meant to be together. Who’s to judge us? We’re not doing anything wrong here. We’re both adults. We love each other. Will the relationship last? Who knows? But that’s the same for everyone. There are no guarantees, but we owe it to ourselves to try. I have fears too. I’m afraid in a few short months you’ll meet someone at school, someone who’s the same age as you and not an old fart like me. Someone who will capture your heart and sweep you away. But you know what? I’m willing to take that chance. I’m willing to take the hurt if it means I’ve at least given this a shot and experienced even just a few months being with you.”
Alice stopped sobbing. She looked at me with a combination of hope and despair. “But I don’t want to ruin what you have with your daughter. You two have a good thing going now, and I don’t want to be the one to kill that connection.”
“Listen,” I said, caressing her face. “I know in time she will come to understand and be there for us, but if you want we don’t need to let anyone know right now. It’ll be our little secret. You focus on your school, and I’ll keep doing what I do. We can do this behind everyone’s back. Play a game of hide and seek, kinda like some undercover agent on a mission. We can have our very own secret lives, you and I. How does that sound?”
She smiled for the first time since she got home. “Sounds like fun, actually.”
“Good,” I said, covering her lips with mine, our tongues dancing around in our mouths, our worlds meshing together as one under a still, perfect Southern California evening sky.
Cherry Pop
Alice
“Daddy!” I squealed when the door
opened.
“Hey, pumpkin,” dad said as I bulldozed my way into his arms. I hugged him tight while looking over his shoulder at Marcus and giving him a mischievous wink.
Marcus rolled his eyes.
Dad held me at arm’s length and examined me. “Hmm, there’s something different about you.”
I gulped, forcing myself to not look at Marcus. “Really?”
“Yes,” he said, rubbing his chin and squinting, as if he were lost in thought. “I know what!”
“What?” I said nervously.
“You… seem happy. Remember when I drove you to the airport? You were sad and frightened. I told you there was nothing to be scared of. My friend Marcus here is a good man, and he’ll take good care of you. Was I right or what?”
Oh yeah, I thought. Marcus took care of me all right. You have no idea.
“Yes,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. “Mr. Mansfield has been very kind to me.”
Dad walked inside, whistling as he took in the massive house.
“Damn, buddy, you sure turned your ass around. Sorry to say this, but it looks like your divorce is the best thing that happened to you.”
Marcus laughed. “You know what, I think you’re right.” He put dad’s overnighter bag down and gestured to Candace. “Barry, this is my daughter, Candace.”
“Hi Barry,” Candace said, giving him a hug. “Nice to meet you.”
“My goodness, but you’ve grown up quite nicely. We met once before, do you remember? When you and your dad came to visit us?”
“I remember a little bit,” she said. “I think the most memorable part of it was getting on the plane for the first time in my life.”
“Wow, that must have been exciting.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“So you and Alice got some classes together?”
“A couple.”
“Great. Marcus, she’s a hottie, you better keep your guard up.”
Marcus laughed. “Might be a bit too late for that, Barry.”
“What are you talking about?” Candace said, punching him on the arm, hard.
“Ooh, she’s got a good swing too. That might come in handy one day.”
“Come on, I’ll show you your room, then we can go have some beer.”
“Nice to meet you again, Candace,” dad said, then followed Marcus upstairs.
“Wow, your dad’s cute. And funny.”
“Cute? Hah, I don’t think he’s ever been called that in his life.”
“Well, he is,” Candace said, walking to the kitchen. “Want some ice cream?”
“Sure.”
Candace and I got our ice cream bowls and sat on the dining table.
“Anyway as I was saying,” she said. “I really, really don’t want to invite Brett. He’s such a pain. But Brett and Lori are now besties, and Lori is my good friend from way back, so I have to invite her. Which means Brett will have to tag along. Ugh!”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Just don’t pay attention to him. You know he loves attention, so don’t give it to him. Who else is coming?”
“Katy, whom you’ve met yesterday, and there’s Britney and Tess, and Andy and Brandon, and Brandon said he’s bringing his new friend with him, David. Oh my god, David’s a hunk. Maybe I can hook up with him and sneak out during the party. If you see me suddenly disappear I’m probably making out with him somewhere in the house.”
“Candace!”
“Hey, just giving you a head’s up. You can have Brandon. I’ve done him already. He’s got a big stick, but he doesn’t really know how to use it.”
Can’t be as big as your dad’s, I thought, then blushed.
“You’re blushing again. You blush easily, do you know that?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Don’t worry, you hang around with me long enough you’ll get used to sex talk in no time. And I’m going to make it my mission to get you to lose your virginity before the the school year is done. Promise.”
“Uh, you… don’t need to do that.”
“But I want to. Alice, you’re missing out. Sex can be so much fun!”
I blushed again, remembering how Marcus had his tongue buried deep in my pussy. I could still feel it in me, moving inside my walls, exploring, the mere thought of that experience making me wet already.
Where are you, Marcus? I need to have you again. Soon.
My dad had kidnapped Marcus and was holding him prisoner, garrisoned on all sides by empty beer bottles.
It was ridiculous how much the two of them could drink. They started out innocently enough in the living room, with a beer bottle in each of their grimy hands, “catching up” while the sports channel blasted away. Then they moved to the bar area next to the pool, and it was all downhill from there. Candace and I were starving, so finally she called in for a pizza delivery. Two large pizzas later, they were still at it, laughing and arguing and reminiscing about times long gone and buried.
I even tried flirting with Marcus when Candace went to her room, risking a bold move by putting on my shortest shorts, minus my panties, and the thinnest shirt I could find, minus the bra, and paraded myself in front of them. Either they were too drunk to notice me or they weren’t drunk enough but didn’t care.
Finally, when midnight rolled around and there was no hint of these two old timers slowing down, I gave up and went to bed, disgusted and angry at both of them.
It was around four in the morning when something awakened me. Through the fog of sleep, I tried to piece together what had roused me, when I heard it again - a creaking sound on my bed, followed by deep breathing, and right on its heels, the unmistakable smell of liquor.
Marcus was next to me on the bed.
“Go away,” I mumbled.
Marcus kissed my neck.
“You’re drunk. Leave me alone.”
Marcus continued kissing my neck.
“Stop it, you big oaf.”
Marcus kept kissing my neckline, but this time I felt a hand reach inside my shirt and cup my breast, and there was something hard pressing against the small of my back.
That woke me up.
I turned around, my eyes going wide. Marcus was not only in my bed, but he was completely stark naked. Not a single piece of clothing on him, and he sported the biggest hard-on I’ve seen yet.
“What the…”
“Shhh,” Marcus said, pressing a finger to my lips. With a quickness that defied his drunken state, he pulled my shirt over my head and peeled off my shorts.
Great, I thought. Now we’re both stark naked.
Marcus spread my legs and got on top of me, placing his arms on either side of me for support while he pressed his body against mine. He resumed kissing my neck, moving downward slowly, toward where the swell of my breast began.
I shivered in anticipation, feeling my nipples starting to rise. His lips explored the skin under my breast, causing prickles of pleasure to run up and down my spine.
God, I had no idea the underside of my breast was so sensitive.
Only after he had thoroughly explored the curves of both breasts did he move back to the center. He latched on to my nipple, his mouth sucking on it with a powerful suction, and that was when the first tremors appeared, my body lighting up, blanketing me in immense pleasure.
I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning out loud.
Marcus kept sucking and licking both nipples until they turned bright pink, tender, and extremely sensitive. He moved downward, toward my belly button, past it, making his way past my mound and coming to rest on my clit. A single swipe of his wet tongue sent a powerful pleasure charge through me, causing my body to shudder, my back arching as if I had been electrocuted.
Marcus slid his hands under my ass, grabbing my cheeks, his thumbs slowly peeling open my pussy lips.
“Don’t,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I might scream! I might…”
Too late.
Marcus inserted his tongue all the way, as far in as he could take it
, curved it up, and lapped me from deep inside my cunt. I buckled, trembled, and convulsed as I orgasmed, the feel of his tongue fucking me going way beyond any kind of pleasure I had felt in my life. I grabbed a pillow, stuffed my face with it, and moaned into it. Cum spurted out of my drenched pussy and trickled down to my butthole.
Marcus crawled back up, his eyes wild with lust.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he rasped near my ear, then looked me in the eyes. My heart thumped in my chest, the fear rising to the forefront of my mind, but I nodded.
“Don’t worry,” he said, caressing my inner thighs before slowly spreading my legs wide. “I’ll be gentle.”
I nodded again, the fear escalating. In all my life, through all the decidedly limited experiences I’ve been through, anytime someone says not to worry was excellent grounds for me to absolutely worry. Also, one look at that massive thing between Marcus’ legs and I just knew there was no way he was going to be able to fit it in my tiny pussy. No fucking way.
Marcus kissed me, his chest pressing against my breasts, and I felt a slight pressure as he rubbed his cock against my outer labia.
“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered, and then he entered me.
I’ve had fantasies of how it would feel like to lose my cherry, to have a real man fuck me, but whatever I had imagined could not have prepared me for the reality of being penetrated for the first time. The feeling of fullness was there from the outset, but as he pushed deeper into me I felt myself stretch, felt his hard shaft inching its way inside of me, pushing through the soft tissue of my virginity, and still he kept sliding in me, the world around me disappearing except for the immense sensation of being split open and filled.
“Fuck,” I moaned, grabbing Marcus’ shoulders, my nails digging in. I was at my limit, knowing there was no way I could take anymore, and yet he kept going, more of him sliding in me.
Jesus Christ, how much more of that cock is there?
Finally, with my pussy on fire and my legs thrashing about uncontrollably, I felt his balls brush up against my ass, his cock completely inside me up to the hilt. My stomach rolled, the intense pressure surrounding every fiber of my being.