by Jamie Knight
When we both caught our breath, I carefully eased out of her and cleaned us both with some of the wet wipes I tended to keep on hand. I got onto the bed with Nina, so we could cuddle.
Usually, that would have been the point where I would have wanted my lover to become a leaver — not being too loud on her way out. I had no such desire to see Nina go. In fact, I was pretty sure I would die of a broken heart if she did. I knew it was crazy and would never be practical, though, that still didn’t change the fact that I wanted to keep her right there beside me forever.
I snuggled in ever closer to her, basking in her sweet warmth. It had been so long since I was able to really just enjoy the feel of a woman. I’d forgotten how good it could feel to just snuggle.
“You okay, baby?” I asked.
“Yeah, I-I’m okay.”
I had no real reason not to take her at her word, but Nina seemed a bit distant. She might have been regretting her decision. It was a pretty big step, and I wanted to make sure she was okay with what had happened between us.
“Do you regret it?” I asked, needing to know for sure.
“No, I’m just still hungry,” she said.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Paranoia wasn’t a good look on me.
“Okay, I’ll go and get us something for dessert.”
Though when I got to thinking about it, on the say to the kitchen no less, I got a niggling feeling. Nothing too serious. Just a small doubt that maybe she had just asked for something, so I would stop asking questions. Nina really didn’t seem to like that very much. Which, of course, only made me even more curious. I knew something was going on with her backstory but could only guess what. I already knew she was born rich, and from what I could tell, that rarely boded well for truly happy childhoods.
On a hunch, I went back to the bedroom with no food and peeked in through the door. Nina was fast asleep.
Chapter Fourteen - Nina
The sun wasn’t even fully up when I returned to the waking world. The sky outside the window cast in hues of light blue. The kind of color that would look really nice as paint.
I could feel the weight beside me. I looked over and saw Chad sleeping and kissed him lovingly. I had actually done it. I’d really lost my virginity for real and for keeps no going back. There were several times I’d wondered what it might be like, but nothing came even close. For starters, it hardly hurt at all. I was expecting a searing, screaming pain. Not a slight pinch that passed really quickly as he continued to work my pussy beautifully. It was clear my boss really knew what he was doing and didn’t make me feel anything but fantastic.
I was a little afraid because I knew that there was no way Daddy would ever accept Chad as a son-in-law. He was far too much of a snob and wanted me to marry someone ‘worthy of me.’ On the other hand, I was really proud that it had been my own choice. I liked Chad and really wanted to give my virginity to him. I really did like him and was honestly starting to have feelings for him. Though to stay with Chad, to be with him the way I truly wanted, would mean losing my dad’s favor. I didn’t want to lose my family or Chad, though it looked like it was going to come down to a choice between one or the other. One of the many cruel tricks the universe had played on me in my life.
Overcome with conflicting emotions, I figured I should leave before he woke up. Getting on my bra and panties, I gathered up the rest of my clothes and headed out, putting them on by the door. I had a bit of trouble walking from the beautiful fucking I’d had but made it out into the crisp morning air. The birds were just starting to wake up and sing.
I thought about calling Auntie Blair for a ride but didn’t want to wake her up. Taking the house number from the front, I looked up a map from Chad’s house to Blair's and followed the step-by-step instructions. There was a time I might have been afraid to walk the streets of a strange city by myself, but I’d noticed I’d been getting a lot braver recently.
It was farther than I thought. My legs aching almost as much as my pussy by the time I made it to the distinctive black brick walkway to Auntie Blair’s house. The ones Uncle Bill had laid out brick by brick after completely revamping the home. Turning it from a ‘fixer-upper’ into an urban palace. Rumor had it he had single-handedly raised property values in the area and helped save the neighborhood, which had been at risk of dereliction. That’s just the kind of guy he was. Helping the helpless and giving hope to the hopeless. No wonder Auntie Blair had loved him so much.
It was strange to think, but if Auntie Blair had been Daddy’s sister, she would have been an excellent example of his own hypocrisy. She had still grown rich, as had my momma but, she had gone against her family’s wishes and married Uncle Bill. Bill a working-class but honest laborer who could do some truly wonderful things with tools.
When her family put up a fight, it didn’t make a single lick of difference. Blair knew who she was and what she wanted, and dammit if she didn’t love him. I could only imagine her pain after Bill died — though, I had a pretty good frame of reference.
I was 13 when my brother, Garrett, had done what he did. No one wanted to say it directly, but the suspicion was that he’d done it to escape the pressure Daddy had been putting on him to take over. Just as he’d been raising me to be a trophy wife, he’d been raising Garrett to be a replacement for him when he died. Except Garrett died first. Robbing Daddy of his heirs and taking the only other person in the world I thought really understood me.
Wiping away tears, I slid the spare key into the lock. Oh no, crapes. Auntie Blair was already up and cooking. Had she been up all night, or was she one of the rising with the sun people like me? Either way, there was no way of getting to my room without her noticing. I’d planned on stealing back up to my room and pretending I just got home late the night before.
I’d called Auntie Blair before going to Chad’s place for dinner just so she didn’t think I was dead in a ditch somewhere. Most of what I’d said was the truth, leaving out exactly where we were going but still admitting I was going to dinner with my boss. Trying my best to make it sound like a work thing. I was hard-pressed to think of a way to explain how a work dinner had lasted until the crack of dawn. Technically, my trek from Chad’s house to Blair’s had been a ‘walk of shame’, but I hadn’t really thought about it until I’d gotten back. Taking a breath of courage, I opened the door, determined to hold my head high.
“Someone must have had fun,” Auntie Blair said, not turning from the stove.
“Yes, I did. I shouldn't have done it, for Chad’s sake as much as mine, but I couldn’t help myself.”
“Oh no, it’s a good thing. It was going to happen sooner or later. At least it was someone you actually like,” Auntie Blair said.
“How did you know?”
“Oh, come on, darlin’. I was in the car. I’d know that dreamy look anywhere. You love the boy, no doubt about that.”
“I-I don’t know about that, but I certainly like and respect him.”
“Close enough,” Auntie Blair said with a wink, “he must be pretty special. You're a clever girl, unlikely to fall for any old smooth talker. From what I hear, you’ve been fighting them off most of your life, like that Art jackass. You didn’t give it to him, nor should you have, if you didn’t at least like him. It also needed to happen, I would say. Now you just need to come to your senses.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, afraid I knew all too well.
“You need to tell your dad. Forget all that bullshit about marrying Art and being a trophy wife. You don’t need to please anyone but yourself. Tell your dad what you really like and who. It is your decision to make, honey. Just because your daddy has a plan all laid out doesn’t mean you have to follow it.”
It would have been thought blasphemy in my family, but I felt she was probably right. I thought back to Garrett. Finding him in his bedroom. All the blood everywhere. The gun still smoking. Daddy tried to blame the music he was listening to at the time, Black Metal impo
rted from Norway. Yet, even I knew there was something else going on. He had died to get out, but the pressure on him was different. Part of me never really forgave Daddy for what happened to Garrett. Like it was Daddy who had pulled the trigger himself. I knew that wasn’t true, but he had literally put the gun in his hand. Gifting it to Garrett for his 12th birthday.
“Every man needs a gun,” Daddy said, in response to Garrett’s perplexed look.
He had actually asked for a guitar and wondered if Daddy had misunderstood. Sadly, I was convinced that Daddy understood all too well.
I wasn’t going to let that happen to me — any of it. I wasn’t going to shoot myself in the head like my brother or allow myself to be controlled. Dressed up like some fucking little doll. I wasn’t sure what my future held or what role either Daddy or Chad would play in it, but I knew it was going to be mine to decide. Just like I knew that I didn’t want to give up on either of them.
Chapter Fifteen - Nina
It was terrible. Not only because of the ropes digging into my wrists, but I could also smell Daddy’s cologne as he led me up the aisle — hauling me to my feet whenever I would fall. The final destination was all too clear as Art stood at the altar in a specially tailored white suit with black boots and a Stetson. A hand-selected bride’s maid already on her knees in front of him, going to town on his cock.
I tried my best to resist, but it was no use. Daddy’s hold on me was just too strong. If I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn that the organist was playing a death march instead of the Bridal. There was no point in fighting. This was my fate, and all I could do was accept it. The tears welling in my eyes refused to actually fall.
I wasn’t sure what was going on at first. The rumble unlike anything I’d heard before. It wasn’t until the big black truck came smashing through the doors that I knew what it was. Roaring up the aisle, the vehicle skidded to a stop right in front of the altar.
Daddy being Daddy, he flew at Chad only to get knocked on his ass with a single punch. Art had no such fight, scrambling away like the coward he was as Chad pulled a buck knife to cut the ropes. Scooping me up into his powerful, loving arms, my love conveyed me up into the truck. It roared away, leaving it all behind.
***
It wasn’t the most subtle dream I’d ever had. Though that’s what the theater of my mind decided to show me after I’d woken up in Chad’s bed and returned home. Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight. At least according to Bruce Cockburn.
On the other horn of the dilemma, I was faced with a charging bull of a life-changing decision. I was right on the tipping edge of ‘disobeying’ my folks. Not only rejecting the man they so thoughtfully picked out for me but choosing a man I knew they would disapprove of. They were good and loving people in their hearts, but both my momma and daddy had some pretty old-world ideas about things. Mainly when it came to class. They saw anyone who made less than 80K a year as basically shit under their boots.
I was desperately hoping I could be with Chad and keep intact with my family, though it was looking like if I went with Chad, it would be turning my back on them. I respected my daddy, but he didn’t seem to have any respect for me, still treating me like a little girl he could order around.
I wondered, not for the first time, if Daddy knew about Art’s infidelities. By my count, he had technically cheated on me upwards of 20 times. We weren’t married. At least not yet, though we were supported to be going steady… at least as according to our daddies. Though that didn’t stop him from literally charming the pants off any girl who took his fancy.
I noticed I was grinding my teeth and did my best to stop. How could a supposedly loving father want me to be with such a selfish asshole?
It seemed kind of odd in the circumstances, considering what I’d just done. Still, I needed to get to know Chad better before making such a significant decision, at least before I had to go back home. It would be a lot easier to tell off my daddy if I was at least sure myself.
I tried to focus on Chad as I got ready for work. Fighting the urge to touch myself while in the shower, though it was a struggle. What he had done to me flooding unbidden into my mind. The pussy licking stood out the most, by far the most pleasurable experience I’d ever had. Though the fucking came in a close second. His huge cock doing wonderful things to my pussy. It made me feel even more infatuated than I’d been before. There was no doubt about it. I was falling for Chad. I just had to be sure he felt the same way, and we could actually make a go of it.
“You look deep in thought,” Auntie Blair said as I poked at the pancakes she’d whipped up in a jiffy the next day. Insisting I have something to eat before going to work.
“Sorry?” I asked, suddenly aware she was there.
“Oh, dear.”
“What?” I asked, getting scared.
“Someone’s in love,” auntie Blair teased.
I blushed furiously, unable to be able to actually deny it. It would be too much like a lie.
“I guess,” I said finally.
“Guess nothing. You have all the signs. Distracted silence, slightly pale complexion, loss of appetite. It’s Chad, right? He’s dominating your thoughts.”
“Yeah,” I admitted quietly.
“That’s normal, babe. Just as long as it doesn’t get in the way of normal life.”
“Okay.”
Easier said than done. I’d managed to get through breakfast with no further mental invasions by either Chad or Daddy, though by the time we got close to the garage it was all I could think about. How was I going to face Chad after walking out on him like that? Was he going to be mad? Would he hate me?
From what I understood, he usually wanted his dates to leave soon after they’d fucked, but he had been so sweet with me. Snuggling me and asking if I was okay. Going to get me dessert without question. It was like he liked me. Like he wanted me and for more than a one-night stand. I was never going to be able to relax until I knew for sure.
The crew was outside the shop, as usual, waiting for Chad to open up. No sign of Will or the other pros, but they probably knew they could come in late and be fine. I couldn’t help but wonder how much I had to do with that. They didn’t seem to be on mutiny anymore, and the other trainees were really coming along. I couldn’t help but feel proud of my influence. Accidental as it might have been.
Merging into the group of trainees, I sort of hid behind Juan, both anticipating and dreading when Chad would show up. I needed to know what was going on with us, but also, I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know.
I heard a familiar sound, though I couldn’t remember where I’d heard it before. It was only when Chad’s truck came around the corner that things became clear. It was the same sound I’d heard before he’d rescued me from my nightmare wedding.
Chad didn’t even look in our direction as he came and unlocked the doors. Probably trying to avoid seeing me. My heart sank, wondering again if he might be mad at me for sneaking out.
I did my best to focus on work, actually getting a lot done. It was interesting what could happen when you could put your energies into something positive. I did all the tasks Will gave me and helped Juan with some of his. He was doing a lot better. I had the feeling he was only in the program because his family wanted him to be, and he didn’t know how to say no. I certainly knew what that was like.
Near lunch, Chad came out of his office lair, casual as you please, and came over to where I was replacing spark plugs.
“Nina, may I talk to you, please?”
“Sure, you think you can handle things here, Juan?”
“Of course,” he said, accepting the socket-wrench as though it were the scepter of the king of the realm.
I sat in the chair opposite his desk as Chad closed the office door, feeling very much like a kid who’d been sent to the principal's office. The boss kept his look unreadable as he sat down in his chair.
“I missed you this morni
ng,” he said gently, “I’d planned on breakfast and everything.”
“Sorry,” I said, really meaning it.
“It’s okay, Nina. I was just a bit worried, is all. Not that I’m not used to waking up to an empty bed. Are you okay? It was a pretty big thing. I really do understand that and wanted to make sure you don’t have any regrets.”
I shook my head. “No, not about that. I-it was lovely, I-I mean wonderful. I loved it, and it feels right that it happened then.”
“Good,” he said, seeming relieved.
Chad relaxed into his chair and ran a hand through his dark hair.
I smiled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. “I would like to take you on a picnic tomorrow. After work, of course.”
“Sure,” he said with a smile that made my pussy wet.
We did our best to keep up appearances for the rest of the day, not wanting the guys to catch on. Despite our best efforts, there were still many warm, loving glances across the shop, making it clear Chad was as crazy about me as I was about him.
Chapter Sixteen - Nina
Life was like a beautiful dream — nothing like the horrors that visited me at night. It was getting to the point where I was dreading the night while rejoicing in the dawn. I couldn’t get enough of being with Chad, even if it was mostly at work. Though we’d managed to figure out ways to be together, like taking extended lunches and meeting up after work. Auntie Blair was more than happy to drive me to whatever meeting spot. There were a lot of picnics, particularly at Album Park. A nice cluster of trees with water views where I was confident we wouldn’t be found. I felt terrible that we couldn’t be open about things but was really just glad we could be together at all. I felt so safe with Chad, so loved.
The picnic date had been the real start of things. The drink had been a plot of my part thought the dinner at his house had been great, especially what happened afterward. Though the park picnic felt like an actual date, like something a real couple would do. Not, just co-workers who’d had a fling. It felt real.
