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| Body | Tonight, I am going to seduce Clara's precious daddy.<br /> It was the best revenge for Clara who betrayed me and slept with my boyfriend!<br /> "Why not? You're single, and I'm eighteen, and on birth control and I know how to keep a secret."<br /> George's dark eyes smoldered. "You're also my daughter's best friend."<br /> "My friendship with Clara has an expiration date, and it's coming up fast. Now, you could say no and could send me back upstairs, and tomorrow both of us could pretend that this never happened."<br /> I climbed atop the bed to straddle him, "Or you could spend the next five months banging me raw. Strip me..."<br /> ————————<br /> We were sitting in the cafeteria, trading embarrassing stories, as I stabbed the tines of my fork against my thigh.<br /> Clara, the beautiful, brilliant sun of our little solar system, threw her head back laughing, exposing her long, slender throat and dainty collarbones.<br /> I giggled, fantasizing about how it would feel to strangle her.<br /> The story, an anecdote about our first time partying, cast me as the dimwitted butt of the joke, like her stories always did.<br /> Never mind that it was embellished – Clara's stories always were.<br /> In fact, the person who'd actually gone into a bedroom with a senior and come out with chlamydia had been her, but I didn't dare to correct her. One word about what really happened that night and I'd spend the remainder of our time at high school as a social leper.<br /> So, I smiled and played along.<br /> After all, I'd been playing the empty-headed bimbo foil to Clara for years now.<br /> Never mind that I'd be taking college classes too, if Mom could afford it.<br /> "-Kelly?"<br /> At the sound of my name, I perked up.<br /> "Sorry, what?"<br /> Clara shot a glance at Sierra, who put her hand in front of her mouth to hide her sneer.<br /> Licking her lips, Clara looked back at me. "I asked if you're sure you can get the stuff for Friday night."<br /> I nodded. I was used to skimming extra doses off of my prescription Xanax for Clara, and I'd set aside several in anticipation of tomorrow night.<br /> We were going to party, get high and have a sleepover at Clara's house.<br /> Or, at least they were.<br /> I was going to wait until they passed out to go bang Clara's dad.<br /> ….<br /> Clara's house was a mammoth monument to upper-middle-class tastelessness.<br /> Located in the darkest, most white-bread heart of the suburbs, the two-story, finished-basement paean to pretension was Clara's father's half of the marital assets, sundered after a nasty divorce.<br /> But, for all intents and purposes, the house was Clara's alone.<br /> Her father, George, spent most of his time away on business, and had for years. This fact not only drove his wife into the arms of the contractor who'd renovated the kitchen, but also made him an enigmatic and fascinating figure to me.<br /> In all the time I'd known Clara, I could count on one hand the number of words I'd said to her father.<br /> But, oh, did he make an impression...<br /> I looked at him now, his broad back to me as he rinsed dishes in the kitchen sink. I let my gaze trail lower, admiring the way his torso tapered down to his waist and the firm roundness of his buttocks.<br /> "Hey, Dad!" Clara called as I closed the door behind us.<br /> "Hi, Pumpkin!" He turned, and I got a glimpse of his rich, brown eyes and sharp, stubbled jawline. "How was school?"<br /> "Good. Got an A on that Calculus test."<br /> She hadn't – she'd gotten a D- and an admonition to come in next week for a retake.<br /> Not that I was going to correct her.<br /> His full lips curved with pride, "Great job, honey!" Noticing us, he nodded, "Hi, girls."<br /> Sierra and I chorused, "Hi, Mr. Coleman."<br /> "So," his attention turned back to Clara, "What have you three got planned for tonight?"<br /> Clara answered, "Well, there's this pizza place that just opened downtown, so we're going to go give that a try and then catch the new Marvel movie."<br /> Total lie. We were headed out to Scott's place for a party.<br /> "Who's driving?"<br /> "We're getting an Uber – I hate parking Downtown."<br /> That much was true – we were getting an Uber. But, we were also planning on getting totally blitzed – and even Clara wasn't irresponsible enough to drive like that.<br /> "When do you think you'll be back?"<br /> "Well, the movie gets out at ten, so maybe ten-thirty?"<br /> Another lie. If we stepped foot in the house before midnight, I'd be shocked.<br /> "Okay. Call me if you're going to be late?"<br /> "Of course!" Clara giggled, before turning away to lead us upstairs to her bedroom.<br /> When her door closed behind us, Clara dropped the perfect daughter act and launched into a detailed rant about how much better it was at her mom and stepfather's house, and how she'd move in with them full time if it wasn't so far away from our school.<br /> I listened, looking rapt while Sierra stepped into her bathroom to change out of her school clothes into her party outfit.<br /> "-like, my bedroom in their house is almost three times as big as this one. I swear to God, I'm totally moving in with them after graduation."<br /> I nodded like I cared. In the back of my mind though, I thought about the handful of times I'd met her stepfather. I couldn't explain it, but he'd left me deeply creeped out. Something about the slimy feel of his eyes had me convinced that if Clara did move in, she'd have to start sleeping with the door locked.<br /> But that was her business, not mine.<br /> I was the last to go in the bathroom to change, and the instant I closed the door behind me, it started.<br /> "...Tyler's saying he's got a new hookup for xannies."<br /> "For real?"<br /> "His brother's at college now and he knows a guy."<br /> "Thank Christ..."<br /> "Right? Like, I know she makes us look smarter by comparison, but there's only so much I can take-"<br /> I tuned them out. It was a true testament to their lack of self-awareness that they didn't know how loud they were.<br /> Undressing, I paused when the last scrap of clothing hit the tile floor. In the mirror, I turned and twisted, examining myself with cool eyes.<br /> Clara and Sierra could spew their self-deluded garbage behind my back, call me every name in the book – I didn't care.<br /> As I assessed my undressed form in the mirror, I smirked.<br /> All that mattered was tonight.<br /> Tonight, I was going to seduce Clara's precious, fuckable daddy, and then after that every barb, every hateful word out of her mouth would be soothed by the knowledge of what his shaft tasted like, by the echo of his moans, by the memory of riding him in his bed.<br /> <br /> Unlocking the front door, I tried to be quiet as I helped Clara inside<br /> "...s-stupid bimbo doesn't know what he's missing."<br /> Wasted Clara did not have volume control, especially not lustful, wasted Clara.<br /> Scott had turned her down and Clara was not dealing with that rejection well.<br /> Hath no fury like a narcissist scorned.<br /> "Hey, shh!" I whispered, "Your dad's probably asleep!"<br /> "Pff!"<br /> "Okay," I muttered to myself, "Let's get you upstairs."<br /> The ordeal of dragging her to her bedroom and laying her down in her bed took twenty minutes. Getting her on her side so she wouldn't choke on her own vomit took another five.<br /> I breathed a sigh of relief when she passed out. Sierra was currently in a similar state in the backseat of the Uber and getting her settled would probably take even longer.<br /> When both were incapacitated on Clara's bed, I stared down at them with a smirk.<br /> Then, taking my bag with me, I walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.<br /> With the mix of pills and liquor in their systems, they'd be out for hours.<br /> More than enough time for what I had planned.<br /> Inside, I stripped, tossing aside my party clothes, pungent now with the reek of smoke and spilled liquor.<br /> If they smell, then I smell...<br /> Opening the linen closet, I pulled out a fresh towel and hung it over the shower rod.<br /> Under the steamy spray, I washed away the sweat and the stench of the day. I wanted to be fresh and clean when I let George Coleman defile me.<br /> Humming to myself, I stepped out, drying off before slipping on a nightgown that was a little too lacy for a simple girls' sleepover.<br /> The baby pink satin slid down my skin until the hem brushed against my mid-thigh.<br /> Catching sight of myself in the foggy mirror, I looked into my own eyes, knowing that this was the point of no return, wondering if I had the guts to actually go through with it.<br /> Then a slow trickle became a flood as I remembered all the slights, the cuts and bruises to my ego that I'd had to endure, that I would have to endure to survive the rest of high school.<br /> I remembered betrayal, and the white-hot rage it left in its wake.<br /> Fluffing my drying hair, I smiled at my reflection. At eighteen, I had the kind of body and face that men couldn't seem to resist, and coupled with the will and desire to make Clara pay, Daddy Dearest didn't stand a chance...<br /> Downstairs, I made my way silently across the low pile carpet. In the darkness, the distant glow of the sodium streetlights made the shadows lengthen, turning the familiar first floor into an alien landscape.<br /> My destination was the master suite, a set of rooms I'd only been inside once, but remembered vividly.<br /> Clara and I had snuck in while her mother was busy making dinner. It was eighth grade, and Clara wanted to steal a pair of earrings for the dance that night.<br /> After raiding the jewelry box, Clara had taken a detour to her mother's underwear drawer and fished out a massive, purple dildo, giggling with childish naiveté at the idea of a woman getting herself off.<br /> As Clara re-hid the marital aid, my eyes landed on a wastebasket and the pair of tied-off condoms atop the rest of the refuse.<br /> George had been out of town for days.<br /> If I had been less young and more worldly, I would have recognized this for what it was – direct evidence of a marriage about to implode.<br /> As it was, I said nothing.<br /> Even in the early days of our friendship, I knew better than to speak out of turn with Clara.<br /> Now though, I twisted the knob of this forbidden room and tiptoed inside.<br /> With the curtains drawn, it took my eyes a moment to adjust to the gloom. The door latch gave a quiet 'click' as I shut the door behind me and turned the lock.<br /> On the wide expanse of linen and infidelity, George Coleman lay asleep on his back, a plain white t-shirt visible above the sheets.<br /> I stood there for a moment, watching the slow, regular rise and fall of his chest.<br /> Walking up to the bed, I stopped beside him, gently pulling back the covers to reveal his sleeping form.<br /> Scanning down his body, I smirked when I noticed the insistent bulge in his grey sweatpants.<br /> Let's see if we can help him out there...<br /> I reached down to get my fingers around him when his hand shot out and caught my wrist.<br /> "-what do you think you're doing?"<br /> <br /> "-what do you think you're doing?"<br /> Caught off guard, I said the first thing that came to my lips.<br /> "I thought that'd be obvious?"<br /> His eyes narrowed as he glared at me. "Get out of my room, Kelly."<br /> "Hey now," I scolded, "at least hear me out."<br /> He said nothing, keeping his hold on my wrist.<br /> Scrambling, I said, "We could help each other..."<br /> "No, we absolutely cannot."<br /> "Wait-" This was going sideways fast.<br /> "Goodnight, Kelly."<br /> "Look," I blurted, going for 'bold', "have you ever banged high-school boys or college guys?"<br /> George cocked an eyebrow. "Can't say that I have."<br /> "I don't recommend it. High school boys have no clue how to please a woman, and college guys are too selfish to care." I paused, licking my lips nervously. "The closest I've come to a partnered climax is with my vibrator, and I'm goddamned sick of it."<br /> George's dark eyes smoldered. "That sounds like a personal problem."<br /> "Maybe," I admitted. "And maybe it's an area where we can help each other out."<br /> "No way."<br /> I shrugged. "Why not? You're single, and I'm eighteen, and on birth control and I know how to keep a secret."<br /> "You're also my daughter's best friend."<br /> "Yeah," I nodded, "and in three months, we're going to graduate and go to schools on opposite ends of the state." Pulling my wrist out of his grip, I sat on the bed and leaned closer to him, letting the bodice of my nightgown tighten against my breasts.<br /> "Look, I might be young, but I'm not naïve – my friendship with Clara has an expiration date, and it's coming up fast. We're going to grow apart in college, and after this summer, you will probably never have to see me again."<br /> "So," I brought my hand up to smooth down a sleep-tousled lock of his hair, "again, why not? I'll get some good shaft for once, you'll get some no-strings-attached private part, and in a couple months we part ways with no one the wiser."<br /> "Clara-" The moment of uncertainty in his eyes was all I needed to spur me on.<br /> "-will never have to know. Seriously, I don't want her to find out about this any more than you do." All I really wanted was the secret satisfaction of knowing what I'd done behind her back. There'd be some nuclear fallout if she ever found out the truth.<br /> Leaning over him, I let my hair slip off of my shoulder and brush against his chest. "Look, you could say no. You could send me back upstairs, and tomorrow both of us could pretend that this never happened."<br /> "Or," I began, climbing atop the bed to straddle him, "You could spend the next five months banging me raw."<br /> His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and I saw his self-control teetering on a knife's edge.<br /> Reaching down, I gripped the hem of my nightgown and pulled it over my head, tossing it aside.<br /> My eyes watched him as he took in the shadowed curves of my body.<br /> Smiling wickedly, I drew my hands up to my chest, tweaking my papillae as I pressed my breasts together with my arms.<br /> Then, letting one hand trail down the soft skin of my abdomen, I slipped my fingers between my legs and rubbed the rigid, wet nub that ached with need.<br /> I closed my eyes as the first sweet sparks of pleasure lit up my nerve endings.<br /> When I felt my breath coming in deep, steady pants, I looked down at George to find his dark eyes on mine. Electric fire surged through my veins. I paused, mesmerized by the heady mix of lust and possessiveness I saw there.<br /> "I didn't tell you to stop." He growled.<br /> This man wanted me to get out mere moments ago. What...<br /> And then, it clicked.<br /> Cocking my head to the side, I asked, "You like to watch?"<br /> "And you like to be watched." He countered.<br /> "Interesting..." I licked my lips as my brain processed this delicious new information.<br /> “Kelly..." his voice took on a dangerous edge.<br /> "I'll keep going if you take your shirt off."<br /> George glared but pulled his t-shirt up over his head and sent it flying onto the floor.<br /> Looking down, I appreciated the glorious wealth of toned muscle that he'd revealed to me.<br /> “Kelly." His tone was curt, annoyed.<br /> My brow furrowed. "Were you always this demanding?"<br /> "Were you always this-" He cut off with a moan as I rubbed myself against his growing shaft.<br /> "Finish that sentence – I dare you."<br /> Then, I grinned. This was going to be more fun than I expected.<br /> Taking his hands, I placed them on my thighs, savoring the heat of his skin against mine.<br /> Feeling his eyes on me, I brought my hand up to his lips.<br /> "Open."<br /> He obeyed, and I slid my index and middle fingers into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Then, I shivered as I felt his tongue rubbing against me.<br /> Pulling out, I brought my hand down to my private part and flushed as I felt the heat and the moisture from his mouth against my cherry.<br /> The pressure from his hands tightened on my thighs as I let loose a breathy moan.<br /> Beginning to rub myself in slow circles, I let my hips shift beneath me, teasing him.<br /> He grunted through gritted teeth, and I took that as all the encouragement that I needed.<br /> Setting up a rhythm, I toyed with myself and tortured him, ramping up the pressure and friction for both of us.<br /> As the tension built within me, I couldn't help the mewling whines that escaped my lips.<br /> Was he going to make me release alone?<br /> "Please..." I whispered.<br /> "Please, what?"<br /> "Please, bang me!"<br /> In an instant, he had us flipped over so that he loomed over me, his breath hot against my cheek.<br /> “Kelly, all you had to do was ask-" My thoughts cut off as his lips took mine and his hand found the throbbing, wet mess between my thighs.<br /> Pulling away, he breathed, "Baby, you're soaked..."<br /> I couldn't answer him, I just whined and writhed against his hand.<br /> Glancing over his shoulder, he muttered, "I have an idea."<br /> ...<br /> Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom of the master suite, I watched as George wound his hands around me, pulling me back against his warm, broad torso.<br /> "Now, because you asked me nicely, I'm going to bang you." I shivered as I felt him press his shaft against my back.<br /> "But, you are going to need to be very, very quiet." His voice lowered as his mouth dipped down to my ear. "We don't want you waking up the whole household, now do we?"<br /> Meeting his gaze in the mirror, I shook my head.<br /> I felt his lips curve into a smile.<br /> "Good girl."<br /> Taking a hand away from me, he stepped away and I saw the grey fabric of his sweatpants slide down to the floor.<br /> When he came back to me, the heat of his skin scorched me from my scalp to my ankles.<br /> Taking my hips in his hands, he commanded, "Bend over."<br /> Trembling, I obeyed, resting my forearms on the counter.<br /> "Now, you said something about, 'raw'?"<br /> I nodded, "Please..."<br /> Clara may not have learned much from her first pregnancy scare, but I'd gone home and asked Mom for an IUD. It would take an act of God to get me pregnant at this point.<br /> George fondled my folds, sinking a finger inside of me, and then another.<br /> "Baby, you are so pretty when you beg me to bang you."<br /> He stroked inside of me, and I bit back a frustrated moan. His fingers could soothe the ache, but only one thing would ever truly satisfy it...<br /> "Please!" I whispered.<br /> "Oh?" he pulled his fingers out and pressed the smooth tip of his shaft against me. "Oh, did you want this instead?" |
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