"So now what?"
The innocent words my stepdaughter spoke were enough to drag me out of my post-coital stupor and recognize our semi-incestuous act.
Dear God, I am the worst father in the world. Scratch that, I am the worst stepfather in the world!
The weight of the mistake I made crashed down on me like a ton of bricks. Surely there was no going back for us. Surely the line we crossed took us into a naked void predestined for a cataclysmic end.
I did the only thing I could think of and told Caitlyn that we had to get her off to college. The look of hurt and longing in her eyes was enough to crush my heart and destroy my spirit. As I walked into the bathroom to shower, the only thoughts that danced in my head were filled with a sudden never-ending regret.
As I showered and collected myself, I decided then and there to pretend we could go back to the way things where.
Fake it till you make it, I guess.
Caitlyn was 18. I was 35. There is just too much of an age gap for this to work. Even if by some miracle we were to end up together what would she be giving up? At the very least it would be a chance at a normal life and during one of the most carefree times in her life. A time when she should be making lifelong friends and falling in and out of love. And if she's lucky, only getting into a little bit of trouble. Not dating a much older man who happens to be her stepfather. If I was being honest, nothing would please me more than to spend the rest of my days with that woman, but she can't afford me to be selfish. I have to do what I think is right.
Definitely, fake it till you make it!
When I emerged from my shower my head was light and clear, but my conscience was heavy. I dressed in a pair of denim jeans and an old Pink Floyd concert t-shirt and went to load Caitlyn's things in the rental truck. As I walked past her room I paused right outside of her cracked door. I spotted her out of the corner of my eye. She had just gotten out of the shower and was rooting around her room trying to get dressed. Her naked form was exquisite. Her full breasts, still damp from her shower, glistened in the stray morning sun. Her muscled thighs flexed every time she took a step, seeing the ripples swim across her thighs as she moved reminded me how just a little while ago those thighs were wrapped around my neck, forcing my face deeper into her pussy. But her ass--oh that ass! If there was a God of Asses he or she did great work on Caitlyn's. It is plump but firm, high and curvy. It fits just perfectly in my cupped hand. I felt myself getting aroused.
As I turned to leave I noticed she stopped abruptly in front of her mirror. She turned slowly as if to inspect the miracle that she developed into. She then moved to her bed. I had to open the door a fraction to get a better view.
Just leave damn it! Don't make the same mistake again!
Of course by this point I was thinking with my little brain. I needed to see what she was doing; I wanted to imprint her outstanding figure in my mind.
"Oh daddy!" she gasped.
I froze, believing she caught me spying on her. Afraid I would have to explain my actions and again confront my overwhelming attraction to her. However, as I got a closer look I saw that she was splayed on her bed, legs bent at the knee and she was furiously playing with her clit. The same clit that I knew from experience would take her to the highest heights.
I was mesmerized watching her as her skin began to flush and I saw the first spasms rip their way across her body. I placed one hand on the door, prepared to push it open and mount her, riding her until my heart gave out or until the world ends…whichever happens first. As soon as I placed my right hand on the door to open it, my left hand quickly clasped my extended wrist, as if my body was physically wrestling with the decision. I stood there for what seemed like eternity, mulling over reasons why I should and should not go in Caitlyn's room.
Reason won in the end.
Slowly I turned my back to the door and shut it. I headed down the stairs. Once I made it to the living room, I picked up the first box and started to load it in the moving truck.
How did it end up like this?
I may have pondered the question, but I knew the answer. It all started last night.
After teasing her regarding her lack of talent in the kitchen, I felt bad. So I decided to pick up a pizza and surprise her. She had been working hard all day getting things ready, I knew she wouldn't have time to prepare a meal. Even one comprised of cold cereal. Plus, the prospect of having another dismal meal did not sit well with my rumbling stomach.
When I walked in the door, I expected to find her in the kitchen, searching the cabinets for something she could make that didn't require too much effort. Instead the kitchen was empty.
"She sure is working hard", I mumbled to myself. "She's probably still packing boxes. God, how many clothes does this kid have?" I grumbled then set the pizza down on the counter and headed up the stairs to see if I could help her. When I made it to her room she was nowhere to be seen. Then I heard the sound of the shower down the hall. I meant to knock on the door just to tell her I was home and that food was downstairs. I meant for it to be an innocent gesture. I meant a lot of things, but what happened was different. Caitlyn neglected to shut the door.
As my hand reached up to knock the door, instead of approaching the door with my knuckles, I used the flat of my hand. Instead of knocking, I pushed gently. I opened the door. The steam filling the bathroom began to spill out into the hallway, the outline of her body thru the frosted glass shower door appeared ethereal. That was the exact moment that I realized, she is not a kid anymore.
The tiny and malnourished form she had when I met her in her apartment, which transformed into a long-legged uncoordinated teenager had finally become a woman. Not the pictures of the rail thin models you would find gracing Paris runways, but a real woman with real curves. My dick began to twitch with excitement. I knew I should leave but I was frozen to the spot. Watching her provided me with enough stimulation to choke a horse, but I needed more.
And I got it.
I could see the outline of her hands squeezing her erect nipples. Then I saw one hand move slowly down her soapy body, landing over her sex. At this point my imagination kicked in and I started to fill in the gaps.
She was moaning and writhing, and I found myself wondering whom she was thinking about. For some unknown reason the idea of her thinking about another guy pissed me off. I knew she wasn't a virgin. Truth-be-told there was little I didn't know about Caitlyn. Even without her telling me, I could read the signs of a summer romance when I saw them. No, she didn't have to tell me and I didn't ask. I was just happy that she was enjoying her youth.
But this was different. Suddenly I didn't see her as my stepdaughter. I saw her as Caitlyn, a beautiful, talented, intelligent, quick-witted and passionate person who belongs only to me. As my cock throbbed in my pants, my fists were clenched tightly; frustrated I could not beat the living tar out of whoever was having his way with her. Imaginary or not.
That was when it happened.
She screamed almost loud enough to wake the neighbors, "Oh shit! Oh my fucking god! Yes, yes, yes! Your cock feels so good Dan! Keep fucking me! Keep fucking my cunt forever!"
Needless to say that almost dropped me on my ass right there.
Dan? She did say Dan, right? I'm not imagining this.
As I saw her body shiver with pleasure, my mind worked overtime, attempting to rationalize what I had just witnessed.
I never got the name of her summertime fling. Maybe his name was Dan. Dan is a fairly common name. It's a coincidence, nothing more.
Satisfied, I turned to leave while silently shutting the door, letting her shower in peace.
I was hot and bothered, and didn't trust myself around her. So I headed out the side door, taking the pizza with me as I drove to clear my head.
When I arrived back home, she was standing in the kitchen in a skimpy shirt and yoga pants that made my heart skip a beat and my cock stand at attention. I think I stood there staring at her like an idiot for what seemed like an hour. Even though she was clothed the clothing did not leave much to the imagination, and my imagination had already been working overtime that night.
What I wouldn't give to squeeze that firm ass and lick those sweet tits!
All I could think about was fucking her nine ways till Sunday. When she spoke and asked me what I wanted for dinner, I was thankful I had the presence of mind to take the pizza when I left. It provided the perfect alibi, albeit the pizza was a little cold.
After dinner we both went to bed. I woke up a little earlier the next morning to do a load of laundry. On the top of the pile I saw a pink pair of lace panties. Without a second thought, the deviant within me absconded with the panties into my room. I used that with a combination of sexy fantasies centered on Caitlyn, to bring myself to climax, catching my cum in her panties.
That act is what lead to us falling into bed together and relieving our desires by using each other's bodies. If only I had a little more self-control things would not have gotten this messed up.
As I loaded the last box into the back of the truck, Caitlyn descended the stairs, her hair slightly messed.
"I was going to help you with that Dan." She looked somewhat disappointed.
Smiling I replied, "Don't worry about it kiddo. That's what dads are for." I had to remind myself not to call her Caitlyn, but to make her believe I had reverted my view of her back to being my stepdaughter. By the look of pain that crossed her eyes I could tell she read the meaning behind my choice of words.
I'm so sorry Caitlyn. It really is for the best.
With little else to say and do, we had breakfast. We made sure everything that needed to be packed was packed. Then we headed out the door, ready to make the long trip in relative awkwardness.
All of that happened 10 months ago. Even though we talked several times a week while she was away at school and she came back home for the major holidays--a rift remained between us. Now she was back at home after her freshman year, spending the summer enjoying her time off.
"Sweetie? I'm headed off to the office now, have a good day." Once she came home I practically threw myself into work. I worked at least 80 hours a week just so I didn't have to face the awkwardness at home.
"Okay Dan", she started calling me by name after our tryst. "Have a good day, I'm going out with the girls tonight so don't wait up!"
Going out? That's great. Maybe I can come home at a decent hour tonight and have a little peace.
"Sounds great kiddo! Do you need any money?"
"No, I can manage." I was taken aback by the cold edge of her voice, but I decided to roll with it and just left.
After a day of dreary meetings, phone calls and emails I made it home around 6. I was proud I made it back while the sun was still in the sky. As she promised, Caitlyn was nowhere to be seen. I fixed a simple meal of fettuccine alfredo and sat down with a glass of Chianti. I was prepared for a night of quite reflection.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
The shrill noise of the phone completely unraveled the serene night I had planned. Irritated, I got up to answer the phone.
"Dan? Hi it's Marcy McDowell!"
That husky voice that sounds so much like butterscotch over fine aged bourbon immediately peaked my interest. I liked Marcy, a lot. She was a fellow divorcee like myself, and we had been friends since grade school. We dated in high school and I even took her as my date to the prom. Shortly after graduation our romance faded but our friendship remained intact. "Hey Marcy! What's going on?"
For a moment there was silence on the other line, the silence was heavy like there was some sort of meaning to it. Then she tentatively asked, "Are you free tonight? I could really use a friend."
I had never known Marcy to be hesitant or meek. Concerned, I told her I was indeed free tonight, I made a light dinner and she was free to come over and I'll make a little extra for her.
"Great! I'll see you in half an hour!"
She hanged up the phone without waiting for my response. I looked at my meal on the table, which was undoubtedly too cold to enjoy. I sighed and kissed my night of solitude goodbye. Then I headed back into the kitchen to assemble Marcy's meal.
"What? You never told her why her mom left you?" Marcy sounded incredulous. The two bottles of wine we had been nursing caused her to become slightly more animated than she would normally be, being as reserved as she was.
Smiling I responded sincerely, "No. She never asked and I never told. It never seemed to matter to her."
Raising a well-shaped eyebrow Marcy challenged, "Believe me, it matters! Her mother abandoned her. No matter how shrewd and analytical she is, she would still want to know why her mother left her--left both of you!"
I had to take a sip of my Cabernet to steady my nerves before responding. "What would you have me say Marcy? Should I tell her she left me for a guy that I introduced her to? The guy who had been my friend for 10 years? Should I tell her the reason her mother left me for him was because he had more money than I did? Should I tell her that when I asked about her daughter her exact words were, 'She's old enough to take care of herself. I'm going to live for me now'? How could I tell her something like that?" By the end of my speech I was shaking. I was angry after being forced to relive that horrible afternoon when Caitlyn's mother, Amanda, left me--not to mention the heartlessness and selfishness of her words.
For a moment Marcy's eyes reflected a look of sadness and understanding. Of course, that could have been the copious amount of wine we drank as well. Then she smacked me, hard, on the shoulder and leaned into me so that her face was inches away from my face and hotly said, "No, Caballo Estúpido! You're supposed to tell her the truth, she deserves to know and she is a great kid! She can handle it!"
As soon as she slipped into speaking Spanish I knew she was over the moon drunk. It was only something she did when she's passionate about something, or when she drinks too much. I wasn't sure which situation this counted as. She even used my old nickname, Stupid Horse. I had hoped I outgrew that. But two could play this game. Sneering I looked her straight in the eye, my ferocity matching hers, "Marcinita Sanchez! Who are you to lecture me? Growing up, I recall having to bail you out every single time you got in trouble at school. You never could admit to your parents that you did anything wrong. Till this day your dad still thinks of me as a bad influence!"
We were so close I could smell the wine on her breath mixed with the earthy aroma of her perfume. The combination was intoxicating. Looking into her deep brown eyes I could feel electricity jumping back and forth between us.
God! She is still so damn beautiful!
Nervously I chuckled and reached for the near-empty bottle of wine. "Would you like more wine Marcy?"
She noticed our closeness and quickly slumped back. Nodding in affirmation she held out her glass. As I filled her glass I couldn't help but notice how her delicate fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass. Moving up her arm I could see how strong they were without losing an ounce of femininity. She spent hours in the gym to make sure she stayed in shape, and it showed.
Marcy softly cleared her throat, "That's enough Dan. Thank you." She smiled, sweetly.
I sat the bottle down and leaned back on the arm of the sofa. Determined to continue my visual exploration of her body. She sat there and drank from her glass as if she wasn't aware of what I was doing. However, from the placement of her body I could tell she could feel my eyes all over her. Emboldened by the alcohol, I couldn't force myself to care even if she noticed. She reached up to move a stray strand of hair behind her delicate ear, displaying even more of her graceful neck. I wanted so bad to reach out and kiss my way up her neck and behind her ear, where I knew from past experience was a sensitive area for her.
I moved my eyes down towards her generously full breasts. Even as she sat there I could see her nipples were erect through her dark blouse. She had neglected to wear a bra. Even from this angle I could tell she was largely winning the war against gravity. Her wonderfully shapely hips were next. She folded one leg underneath her bottom as she sat; it worked to push up her ass, accentuating its seductive curve. There was absolutely no part of this woman I did not want to explore and conquer. There was no delectable curve or crevice I did not want to taste.
If only she didn't marry that prick Steve. I would have married her instead of Amanda.
As I sat there drinking in the sights, her body shifted and she let her dark hair fall down, covering half of her face. I felt like she just slammed a door in my face.
"I had better head home now. It's getting late." After setting her empty glass on the table she tried to stand. Her legs wobbled. I reached out and grabbed her arm, originally to steady her, but as soon as I touched her hot skin I knew I couldn't let her go. So instead of helping her stand I proceeded to pull her on top of me.
I looked at her in all seriousness, "Oh no you don't Marcy. I'm not about to let you drive in your condition."
She was so close to me, I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest. I got aroused, my member pressing against her thigh. I knew she felt me growing by her sudden soft gasp, the slight flushing of her face, and the unguarded look of lust in her eyes.
This is my moment. I am going to have all of this Cuban goddess!
She leaned in and pressed her soft lips to mine, her tongue questing within my mouth. I returned the charged kiss with one of my own. Soon our tongues were dancing, and our hands were all over each other. It was as if we were back in high school, exploring the other's body for the first time. I couldn't get enough of her. Everything about her was so sexy. Everything about her was so inviting. And absolutely everything about her was age appropriate. This last thought sent my mind reeling towards Caitlyn, but the insistence of Marcy's lips demanded my full attention once again.
Ripping off my shirt, she gasped at the chiseled chest and the tight abs before her. Smirking I said, "You're not the only one that wanted to keep up their figure."
"I'll say!" She laughed.
Once again I pulled her on top of me, this time it was my turn to remove her shirt. I reach for the front of the blouse, figuring I didn't have the time or the dexterity to unbutton it right now; I inserted the fingers from both of my hands in the space between her buttons and tensed, ready to rip the clothes apart.
Dad? Why would Marcy call me dad?
Confused, I looked at Marcy bewildered. Her eyes were no longer on me, and were no longer filled with lust, but more full of, oh fuck! I followed her gaze to see Caitlyn standing at the edge of the living room, a look of surprise and annoyance on her pretty face.
We were all frozen, no one moved as the reality of the moment sank in. Then Marcy and I untangled ourselves, embarrassed. Caitlyn didn't move, nor did she stop glaring at me. I rushed to put on my shirt. As I popped my head through I looked at her, frustrated myself, and questioned, "Weren't you supposed to be back late tonight? Why are you home so early."
Slowly her eyes moved between Marcy and me. She was no fool, she knew what she walked in on, but I was of no mind to try to placate her. After a moment of silent fuming she spoke, "It is late. It's 1 in the morning!"
Crap! How did it get so late?
I looked at Marcy and she just shrugged. Apparently we both were thinking the same thing. Then I noticed Caitlyn wasn't alone, there was a man with her.
Shocked I blurted out the obvious, "Caitlyn, who is that behind you?"
The slight shock in her eyes made me realize that for a moment she had forgotten she brought a guy back home. He stepped forward into the light. Objectively he was a handsome guy, probably in his late teens or early 20's, the same age as Caitlyn. He was Black, with wide shoulders and powerful looking arms. He smiled. It seemed a genuine mix of embarrassment, astonishment, and amusement. Surely he didn't imagine coming back for a one-night stand and meeting the girl's stepfather.
Entwining her fingers with his, she introduced him, "Dad, Dan. Dan, Dad."
Why does he have the same name as me? It has to be a coincidence; dear Lord let it be a coincidence!
Still smiling, one-night Dan responded, "It's a pleasure to meet you." Looking at Caitlyn he whispered, "Should we just get out of here? He's obviously busy."
Defiantly she responded, "No it's fine. That is his…friend…Marcy. Hello ma'am." After making the word friend seem like it was enough to warrant a beheading she gave Marcy a tightlipped smile. Then she turned on her heels and she and one-night Dan strode up the stairs.
All the air seemed to go out of the room. I glanced back at Marcy, ready to dish out a profusion of apologies. I caught her sitting there looking at me, her dark eyes contemplative. After a moment she smiled and said, "I think I'd better go."
Deflated I responded, "Let me call you a cab."
Fifteen minutes later I kissed Marcy on the cheek and shut the cab door for her after she slid in the backseat of the cab. I stood outside while the cab drove off, waving goodbye to my friend. After the cab was out of sight, I stayed outside and just breathed in the fresh air. The crispness of the air helped to clear my mind.
The wine had done its job and I was tired. I headed in the house to go to bed. As I passed Caitlyn's room I heard the low sound of conversation. I pressed my ear against the door to hear it more clearly.
"Come on baby, why bring me here if you didn't want to do anything?" I heard one-night Dan pleading.
Caitlyn responds coldly, "I'm just not in the mood right now. Sorry."
I heard the springs on her mattress groan, as if someone plopped down hard followed by one-night Dan groaning, "Man, even your dad was getting lucky tonight. Nice awkward greeting by the way."
Another cold response from Caitlyn, "I doubt he'll be getting anything now. She's probably on the first broom out of Dodge."
"Humph! Well I guess that makes two cases of blue balls tonight."
Amen to that! I thought, then I turned and headed into my room to try to get at least a few hours of sleep in this awkward home.
The next morning I awoke at my usual time and began my usual activities. I got up, went for a run, came back, stretched and then took a shower and got dressed. Today was Saturday, so I didn���t intend on going in the office. I was just going to respond to some emails and call it a day.
After getting dressed I headed downstairs to make breakfast and brew a pot of coffee. As I passed Caitlyn's room I heard the tale-tale signs of lovemaking. I paused outside her door listening to the sounds of two young people rooting around. It seemed like they had reached a crescendo. Even though I knew I shouldn't listen, the voyeur in me couldn't help it.
"Yes Dan, give me that nice dick!" I heard Caitlyn strain, practically screaming much louder than was necessary.
"Fuuuck, you are so damn tight!"
I heard their bodies slap together harder and faster. She began to moan louder. It came across as being forced to me, but I still got hard listening to her.
"Mmmm, I don't know why you insisted on getting up at the ass-crack of dawn but I'm sure glad you did! This pussy is amazing!"
I knew why.
She knows my routine. She knew I would be up, and that I would hear her. Sorry one-night Dan, you're only here to try to make me jealous.
Surprisingly the knowledge of her childish game made me feel slightly sorry for the guy. However, I didn't make me sorry enough to stop listening.
They both were moaning loudly now. The bed sounded like it was going to bust a seam under the heavy abuse it was receiving.
"Fuck yea! Keep drilling that cock up my tight snatch. Fuck me good baby!"
When did she become such a filthy-mouthed slut?
"Yeah, I'll keep fucking you until my balls are empty baby!" By his grunting it sounded like he was close to that point already.
She must have sensed it too because her dirty talk became more course, designed to make him blow his load. "Yeah that's good daddy! That's such a good dick daddy! Fuck me good! Fuck me with that daddy dick, Dan! Fuck me!�� With those last words one-night Dan shouted and grunted signaling the end of his moment in the sun.
Yeah, she definitely knew I would be listening. She wanted me to hear her say my name and call me daddy. Just like last time. I'm not going to let this sway me. I'm not going to let this sway me. I'm not going to let this sway me.
As I turned from the door I headed down the stairs to cook breakfast, muttering this mantra to myself the whole while.
Fifteen minutes later I heard Caitlyn and one-night Dan coming down the stairs. As they walked passed the kitchen he saw me sitting at the island having a cup of coffee and eating an omelet. I had to give him credit, instead of rushing out of the door like any other guy; he acknowledged that he saw me, even though Caitlyn had her hand on his back, practically pushing him out the door.
He looked over at me, and smiled, "It was a pleasure to meet you sir!"
Trying my best to return his gesture, I smiled, the gesture did not quite make it to my eyes, "Yeah you too, one--I mean Dan. Take care."
He nodded to me and in a wordless tongue spoken by men, we both acknowledged what we both knew happened between them and acknowledged that it was over. Then he walked out of the door.
Determined to show Caitlyn that she had in fact failed to sway me with her little performance I smiled bright and chipper and asked if she wanted any breakfast. At first she seemed confused, as if she was pondering why I wasn't blowing a gasket. Then she approached me warily, with caution and calculation in her eyes. I just sat there smiling like an idiot.
"Y-yes thank you Dan."
"No problem sweetheart!"
As I busied myself cooking breakfast for Caitlyn she poured herself a cup of coffee adding enough cream and sugar until it was no longer recognizable as coffee. I never understood how she could drink that concoction; it seemed toxic. Even though my back was turned to her I could feel her eyes borrowing into me. I asked the question that had been on my mind.
"You did use a condom right?" I tried to sound nonchalant. I don't think it came across that way. I didn't need to turn around to feel her eyes roll.
"Of course I used a condom! I just met him last night, I'm not an idiot you know!" Her petulant tone caused my blood to boil.
Attempting to soothe things over I calmly responded, "I know you're not stupid. I'm just being an over protective dad I guess."
"Stepdad", she quickly corrected.
"Okay, I'm an over protective stepdad." We didn't say another word while I finished cooking and sat a plate of eggs, bacon and fruit in front of her. For the first time all morning her eyes lit up and she actually smiled. I reveled in the moment.
And just as soon as it came it disappeared.
"Do you mind telling me what's going on with you and Marcy?" She asked, chewing the food in her mouth. Her green eyes burrowed holes into my soul.
"Do you mind telling me what's going on with you and what's his name?" I responded in kind.
She rolled her eyes, "Ugh! You know his name! I purposefully brought him here because you two…" Her eyes widened as she revealed much more than she meant to, she has never been a good liar so duplicity didn't come easily to her. Her cheeks flushed a rosy red. The effect was adorable.
"I thought as much." I said in an all-knowing manner.
Composing herself she continued, "So? What's up with you two?"
"Hmm", I said while running my fingers through my hair. "I guess we are two lonely adults that needed each other. Why? Is there something wrong with that?"
She stammered, "No, there's nothing wrong with it. It's just…" She didn't seem like she could compile coherent sentences at the moment.
"Just breathe kiddo and tell me what you're thinking." Did I really want to know what she was thinking?
After taking a deep breath she continued, "Its not wrong, its just that you have me. You wouldn't need to be alone if you just admitted you have feelings for me."
Oh shit, I stepped in it now. Note to self: never ask a question you don't want the answer to.
"I do have feelings for you kiddo. I love you."
She practically jumped out of her chair, scattering the island stool across the floor. Her face was red with anger and her eyes started to tear. She leaned over the island getting her face as close to mine as she could. She started to scream hysterically, "That's the problem right there! I am not a kid! I am an adult! I am a woman! I want you to see me that way and not like some bratty kid you raised! You and I had this amazing experience, I thought we were on the same wavelength and then you act like I'm a bother to you! You never look at me the way I deserve. I do everything I can to get your attention and nothing seems to work! What more do I have to do to show you that I can be everything you need?" The last word came out as a croak as she emptied her feelings out on the table for me.
It broke my heart. But Marcy was right. Caitlyn deserved to know the truth. I held out my hand, beckoning her to me. She hesitated but came over. I lifted her chin so she was forced to look me in the eyes and I answered her feelings honestly. "Caitlyn, you are truly amazing, and I do love you, I would go as far as to say that I am in love with you."
She let out an audible gasp at those words. Her eyes widened in surprise. I knew she didn't expect me to say those words. By the slight look of excitement that shone in her eyes let me know she was happy that I did.
"Everyday you're not here it feels like my life doesn't matter. What happened last year was amazing, and it was everything I could dream of. And more. But it is not fair for you to be tied to a guy like me. You deserve someone better, someone your own age, and who will love you in ways I can't. People would never understand us. I don't want to burden you with that. So I tried to distance myself from you. But now that you're here, you're all that I think about. Of course I know that you are a woman, and a lovely one at that. But I had hoped that if I behaved this way you would move on and find someone else."
As I completed my monologue she began to tremble. I felt like she was going to burst into tears and was moving to wrap my arms around her.
She slapped me so quick and so hard I couldn't react. I sat there, stunned, shaking with surprise and anger. Slowly I turned to look at her, I couldn't imagine the look on my face. But apparently her ire was such that she would not back down.
She stood there shaking from head to toe like a little bird. Her small fists were clinched tightly at her sides. She looked at me with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"How dare you?"
The first words she uttered were so cold, so full of rage. "How dare you think you know what is best for me. Do you have any idea the hell you put me through? I spent the last 10 months trying to understand how it was so easy for you to pretend nothing happened. When everyday, all day that nothing is all I could think about! There were days I couldn't go out with friends because I was too distraught over you. You claim to love me? Who the hell are you kidding? You have no right to try to control my life and to treat me like I'm some child that is in need of your protection. I am a woman; I will not be treated as if what I want does not matter! Next time you try to make a decision for me I will knock you on your ass!" She started to punch me in the chest. Even though her punches were filled with all of her frustration and anger her light taps could not truly hurt me.
What did hurt was that I knew she was right. My actions did not support my beliefs. If I truly saw her as a woman, I had to treat her as such and with the respect she deserved. I wrapped my arms around her as she continued to beat against my chest while she cried and wept.
"I'm truly sorry Caitlyn. You're right, I promise I will never treat you that way again." I held her there for a long while, she eventually calmed down and her weeping gave way to calm and easy breaths.
Looking up at me she giggled, I laughed too.
What a ridiculous family we are.
I wiped the tears from her cheeks with my thumb and bent down to kiss her damp cheek. She turned into the kiss and locked lips with mine. As quick as a roaring wildfire, a passion I thought to have buried 10 long months ago burned bright. I had to have her.
I circled my arms around her, picking her up off the ground, turning and setting her on top of the island. There she was at the perfect height so we continued to explore each other's mouths. Both of us were lost in the moment and started pawing and clawing at each other.
Looking at me with smoke in her sexy green eyes she purred, "I have been waiting for this for so long." She slid off the counter and immediately fell to her knees. Moving to unbuckle my belt and removed my pants. Once she pulled my briefs down my erect cock practically burst out hitting her on the bottom of her chin.
She just sat there gazing at my hard cock. Then she licked her lips and looked up at me through her lashes.
God I love it when she does that!
"Do you want me to suck this big cock daddy?" She sounded so innocent I started to ooze pre-cum right then.
"Yes baby. Take my cock down that wet throat."
Smiling, "It would be my pleasure."
She didn't take her time like last time. This time she meant business. She placed the head of my cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip. Then she took my cock into her mouth. She was sucking with fantastic pressure and moving her tongue on my shaft as much as possible, it felt incredible. When I reached the back of her throat she paused for a moment before I felt her throat open up to accept me.
I didn't want to stay in control. I started to pump my hips as fast as I could, wanting to make up for all the time I wasted not taking a piece of this beautiful woman.
"Holy fuck!" I was so close to exploding down her throat the sound of the door made me rabid in my desire.
"Dan? Are you in there?" It was Marcy. Her heady voice was like a balm to my excited nerves. I looked towards the door longingly. Caitlyn must have noticed, she grabbed my balls and squeezed, removing me from her mouth she threatened, "Don't…you…dare." Her eyes were dangerous slits.
Looking from her to the door, from the door to her I pleaded with my eyes. But she didn't seem to care.
"Caitlyn, she's not going to just go away, and we can't possibly let her see us like this." I figured reason would get through to her. She looked at me skeptically, and then released my balls from her strangle hold. I stuffed my cock back in my pants and hurried to the door.
When I opened it I knew I looked flushed. However, Marcy was standing on the other side with three cups of coffee and a seductively sweet smile on her face.
"Buenos días, caballo", she chirped and brushed past me into the house. Caitlyn had picked up the knocked over stool and was sitting in front of her plate of food pretending she didn't just have my cock jammed down her throat. Marcy handed me a cup of coffee, then strode over to Caitlyn and set a cup down in front of her and kissed Caitlyn on the cheek. "Buenos días, hija!" Caitlyn hated it when Marcy called her, daughter, but looking at the super sweet deluxe coffee that was set in front of, I knew she would forgive the slight.
I cautiously approached the two women and embraced Marcy. "Hey Marcy! What brings you here?"
Smiling and cocking her hip she turned her head to me and teased, "See now, this is one reason why I call you caballo estúpido. I left my car here last night remember? I'm not going to just let you keep it you know."
I kicked myself mentally. I should have figured that much out on my own. Smiling I offered her breakfast.
She declined, telling me she had already had breakfast. Then she asked, "Hey I need a favor?"
"Anything for you Marcy! What's up?" My response was a little too chipper, I looked over to see Caitlyn looking dangerous.
She smiled brilliantly; apparently this was the response she was looking for. "I have to take my car to the shop to get the oil changed, and new tires and rotors put on. Can you follow me so I don't have to sit there waiting all afternoon? Por favor?" The por favor was a nice touch but unnecessary, of course I would help her. Plus it gave me an excuse to spend more time with her. I glanced over at Caitlyn. She was glaring at Marcy above the rim of her coffee cup. Her eyes gave off the impression that she was willing Marcy to burst into flames.
"Sure, no problem Marcy. Give me a minute and I will take you."
"Thank you, you're my hero!" She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. For a second I thought Caitlyn was going to deck her. Fortunately, she seemed to get control of herself. As we left I locked eyes with Caitlyn and she mouthed, "Be back soon." Even without the sounds, I could hear the implied malevolent tone. With that we turned to leave.
"This is an outrage! Why is it every time you take your car in for routine maintenance they find twenty other things that must be fixed today?" Marcy was fuming after getting off the phone with her car dealership's service center. She was pacing back and forth in her modest living room, which was in her modest house, in her modest neighborhood. I sat back smiling to myself at the free show. It was amusing to see her get worked up sometimes.
Chuckling I teased, "Well if you didn't drive like you were a Formula One racer I'm sure there wouldn't be so much crap for them to find." She huffed and gave me a tightlipped and exasperated smile. I snickered.
"What exactly is so funny?" She stopped and picked up a pillow and threw it in my face. I caught it easily, so she went and grabbed another pillow and brought it over and started to playfully wail on my head and shoulders. I fell over in the fetal position and pretended that she was doing serious damage. My playacting and her forgotten frustration caused her to erupt into laughter. Soon we were both on the couch laughing, me on my back and her kneeling over me. As our mirth died down, the exertion of her hitting me with a pillow mixed with the laughter caused her face to flush and her chest to heave as she caught her breath. The effect was striking.
Whoa, slow down. Don't do what I think you're going to do.
I ignored my rational brain; I desperately wanted to continue from where we left off the night before.
I reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, tracing my fingers along her cheek as I did. When I moved the hair behind her ear, my hand continued until it was at the back of her neck, pulling her down on top of me. My hard lips instantly crushed against her soft luscious lips. She moaned and writhed on top of me.
After several glorious minutes of making out she sat back and smiled at me, her straight white teeth reminiscent of a lioness before she consumes her prey.
"How about we take this upstairs. It will give us a little more room to work." Her brown eyes were alive with a fire that only comes with absolute and all consuming lust; I knew my brown eyes reflected the same.
We stood up and moved to the stairs. She took my hand in hers, leading me up the stairs. I didn't mind following her since I got to watch the way her sexy back moved and her tight and curvy ass sway as she walked. I was so hard I thought I was going to burst out of my jeans.
As we slowly walked up the stairs and I started to entertain thoughts of what I would do to her when Caitlyn suddenly appeared in my mind.
Jesus! I completely forgot about her. I am such an ass! I have to call her.
I felt horrible and duplicitous, but I again ignored my rational brain. Right now the only thing that mattered in that moment was right in front of me. I would have to tell Caitlyn what happened later, but for now I just wanted to be bad.
It's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.
Her room was much like her home, practical and simple with an inviting touch of femininity. It did not distract from the masterpiece that was in front of me. Taking my hands, she led me to the bed and gently pushed my chest so I would sit down. I leaned back and enjoyed the show.
She stepped back, a smile playing across her lips as sweet as nectar. She slowly started to unbutton her silver blouse, letting it hang open so all I could see was her taut stomach and her breasts overflowing from her bra. She began swaying her hips, teasing me, knowing she was driving me crazy with excitement. Her smoky brown eyes and lusciously moist lips commanded my attention.
Then she unclasped the button to her jeans and slowly unzipped her pants while leaving them hanging about her hips. Giving me a sweet view of the triangle of her sexy black colored lace panties, which matched her black colored lace bra. I was practically drooling.
She kept swaying her hips in a slow hypnotic fashion. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She lifted both hands and gathered her hair from the sides to the top of her head, loosely letting it fall over her hands and down her forearms, showing off the graceful slope of her neck. She turned around slowly. As she did I caught a glimpse of the side of her breast, it seemed more tantalizing than if I were to hold them in my hand. She stopped when her back was to me and I was face to face with her glorious backside.
God this woman knows how to be sexy. Not the overt, in your face sex, that some women confuse with sexiness. But the sexiness that comes with being comfortable with yourself, proud of who you are and confident in your actions. Damn, I have to have her!
Looking over her shoulder at me with her hair still bunched at the top of her hair and displaying the nape of her neck in the most irresistible way she said, "Do you like what you see?" A slightly smug smile played on her lips. I knew she knew I was erupting inside. I was so turned on by her. All I could do was nod an affirmation.
"Good, I'm glad." She released her hair and turned around to face me, the jet-black hair falling like rolling clouds in the night sky. As she removed the blouse off of her left shoulder she continued, "This is all I have been able to think about since last night. I want to make this a moment you remember." With that she fully removed the blouse, her fabulous breasts at near eye level with me. I wanted to rip that bra into tatters then and there, but knew the anticipation was the greater prize.
She slowly removed her jeans from her hips. Shimmying her hips as she worked them down and off her person. The lace panties were a revealing boy-short type; I could see a darker stain where her pussy lips were. I knew she was practically leaking with excitement.
I took in everything I could, from her bronze skin, to her kissable belly button, to her strong calves. There was no part of her body I did not want to touch and taste.
She reached back to unclasp her bra. As I heard the clasps snap I expected her to drop the bra to the ground. Instead she decided to give me a little bit more of a tease by holding the front of her bra with her small hands cupping her breasts. She pressed the bra firmly to her chest, and made her already generous breasts seem to pour out over the tops, sides, and bottom of the bra.
Leaning over to me she smiled and said, "Dan, your pupils are dilated."
All I could think about was seeing those magnificent breasts set free. I barely whispered a response. "Yeah, so?"
She let the bra slip a little, showing me a section of her brown areola. Then she stood back up and continued to dance. "It's biology Dan. A person's eyes dilate when they see something they really like. Do you see something you really, really like?" When she finished purring these words she let her bra fall silently to the ground.
In a word her breasts were, beautiful. They were round and full, yet somehow still perky despite their size.
I sat there staring and salivating as if I had never seen a pair of breasts before. She chuckled and grabbed my hands and helped pull me up. As soon as I was standing, I wrapped my arms around her and started to kiss her. She pulled back from my kiss and lifted the hem of my shirt up. I took the hint and removed my shirt. As I did she ran her fingers along my powerful chest, down my rippled stomach, working her way down to my belt, which she expertly removed.
As my pants fell to the floor my underwear and socks soon followed. I stood there naked as she took a step back to take in the sight. She licked her lips as her eyes feasted on my naked form. She leaned into me and whispered, "This is going to be fun." With that she pushed me back on the bed and took my hard cock into her mouth.
As she worked herself down to the base she pulled back and looked up at me. "That's interesting."
God please don't stop!
"What's interesting?" I said trying to hide my frustration.
"Your cock tastes like green apple." Her eyebrows rose with the statement.
Green apple? Huh?
Then it came to me like a slap to the face, green apple was the flavor of lip-gloss Caitlyn fancied. Caitlyn, who, not even a few hours prior had my cock jammed in her mouth.
Think of something! Say something! Say anything!
"Oh yeah? I'm using a new body wash, that must be it." I said nervously, hoping she didn't hear the uncertainty in my voice.
She looked at me as if she was making a decision, and then she gave a secretive smile and a small shrug, "Yes, that must be it."
She then proceeded to take the length of my hard member back into her mouth, taking me to heaven with each firm movement of her tongue and every gentle caress of her fingers on my balls.
Displaying her skills, she kept eye contact with me as she took me deep into her throat. She barely gagged but when she did she would pull me out of her mouth with an audible pop, catch her breath and then take me back in. After each time she did that she would become more and more ferocious. I knew I wouldn't last long like this, and I hadn't yet gotten to play.
When she took me out of her mouth after gagging I quickly scooped her up into my arms and gave her a deep kiss. As I held her she wrapped her legs around my hips and started to grind her pussy against the tip of my erect cock, showing me how insanely wet and ready she was.
Oh no. I waited this long I am going to have a good taste of you.
Swinging around I carried her to the middle of the bed and laid her down on her back. My kisses moved from her lips, to her neck, to her pleasure spot behind her ear. I lingered there for a moment until she was panting in my ear and clawing at my back. Her reactions made me smile and propelled me to tease her more.
Moving down to her ample breasts I made sure to pay them the respect and obeisance they deserved. I tweaked them, kissed them, caressed them, squeezed them, I made sure she understood how reverently I perceived them.
"Please, Dan", she purred. "Put it inside me, I want to feel it jammed deep."
Placing my fingers over her lips, "Shush." Then I started to move further down. Once I was in between her legs I removed her black panties.
Her hips were practically in the air as I sat back to view her delectable sex. Her flower was moist with excitement and anticipation, her sweet nectar flowing over her inviting lips. Licking my own lips I dove right in.
God! It so sweet with just the right mix of salty. This was indeed a perfect pussy.
And in that moment it was all mine.
I quested my tongue inside her walls, tasting every corner I could reach. As I fucked her with my tongue I started to play with her clit. Every circle of her clit caused her walls to contract. It felt like she would take my tongue off the contractions were so strong. I switched tactics. Her flower bud was engorged so I removed it from its hood and started to give it the tongue lashing this sexy Cuban goddess deserved. At the same time I inserted two fingers into her dripping cunt and started to work myself in and out, quickly finding my rhythm.
I continued to punish her clit directly and assault her pussy with my fingers. She writhed and pulled my hair with one hand and with the other she was pushing my head deeper into her sweet sex.
Suddenly she froze and her legs tensed, then she relaxed. After another few seconds she did the same thing, only this time she wrapped her legs behind my neck forcing me to press myself harder against her as she rode my face from her back. Tensing, relaxing, tensing, relaxing. This went on for almost 30 seconds until…
"Holy flying fuck!" She screamed. I watched in delight as her bronze face suddenly turned red, I felt her legs quiver, and her walls pulsate and contract. I kept up my pace, wanting to drag out her orgasm as long as I could.
After a minute she finally started to calm down and her legs loosened, I sat up on my knees and guided the head of my cock into her thirsty pussy. I rubbed it up and down her slit, getting it nice and wet for me.
Breathlessly Marcy pleaded, "Dan, wait. I'm not ready for it."
I snickered and leaned over her, my cockhead pressed firmly against her waiting hole. I kissed her deeply and leaned over and quietly growled in her ear. "Marcy, who the fuck does this pussy belong to?"
At those words her body shivered. She wrapped her arms around my neck and screamed, "It's your pussy Dan! Take it! You can have it! Fuck me good baby, make me feel good with your hard cock!"
That's a good girl. Now take this dick!
Smiling to myself I pressed myself into her tight snatch. She spread her legs to give me easier access and I took advantage of it. I drove down deep making sure I got at least half of my cock in her.
"Damn Marcy, that pussy is tighter than I remember." When she didn't respond I looked up at her. She was biting her lips while her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, her eyelids fluttering.
She's cumming again and I haven't even fucked her yet! This is going to be great!
I pulled back out slowly until the tip was barely in her and I felt her body tense, she knew what I was planning. I looked into her eyes and she looked somewhat afraid and vulnerable. It was the sweetest thing. Kissing her I whispered, "I'm going to give you all the cock you can possibly take and more. I want to feel you stretch as you take all of me. Do you understand?" I added that last part sternly my eyes fixed on hers.
She nodded and spread her legs a little further.
"That's a good girl." I kissed her hard and passionately, she responded with a deep kiss of her own, and then I suddenly thrust into her, making sure I went all the way to the base. She screamed into my mouth and I paused to let her get accustomed to the sensation.
Slowly she started to rock her hips into mine, and I knew she was ready for more. I started fucking her in earnest. Our bodies slapped together as my powerful thrusts were met by her own thrusts.
We rolled around the bed. When I was on top I made sure to drive myself hard into her waiting snatch. When she was on top she would take me to the base and grind her hips making sure she was rubbing her clit against my pubic hair. I lost track of the amount of times she came.
Forcing her onto her back I mounted her and started to drive myself into her, I wanted to eat her up. But there was something I wanted more.
Pulling my glistening cock out of her wet hole I flipped her onto her stomach. She yelped at the surprise adjustment but she knew what I wanted. She smiled, a hungry look in her eyes and got on her hands and knees. She shook her ass at me, enticing me to take what I wanted.
Oh I'm going to take it, but I need know how it tastes first.
I had never done this to her in the past so I was unsure about how she would react, but riding the currents of my lust I couldn't force myself to give a damn.
I grabbed her round cheeks and kneaded them. Then I brought my hand down hard on her left cheek, she squealed and squirmed.
Looking over her shoulder her eyes were wide with astonishment, "Dan? What are you…"
I brought my hand down on her other cheek. This time she started to turn over. I grabbed her ass hard and commanded, "Don't you fucking move you beautiful slut. I want to see this ass take some punishment for teasing me all these years."
She froze at my tone and I noticed her pussy get a little moister. I smiled fiendishly. But I didn't really want to punish her. I wanted to taste her.
I grabbed both cheeks and spread, she tensed expecting me to hit her again.
Instead I brought my mouth down to her tight pucker and started to lick her rim.
"Gasp! Oh…oh…oh Dan!" She melted. I saw her arms shake and eventually give way and she fell, face first into the mattress. I concentrated on licking her brown hole. The thought of doing something this perverted made me want to cum right then. But I knew where I wanted to cum, and it wasn't on her duvet. I continued to lick her hole until she started to squirm, rocking her hips into my face.
"Oh, oh my god! Dan, I—I'm going to cum…" The words were shaky I knew she was building up to a large orgasm.
And then she blew.
She shook like a leaf from her head to her toes, her anus opening and closing with her pulsing tremors.
I leaned back and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Licking my lips as I did so.
Yep, every single crevice on this woman's body tastes good. I can't wait to put my cock in there.
But not today. She laid there, face down and ass up on her bed. God, what a glorious sight that was. I moved behind her and lined my cock up with her pussy.
She came enough, now it's my turn.
I drilled into her, furiously. My only purpose was to cum at this point. I wanted to explode deep inside of her. She sensed my change and started fucking me back with whatever strength she could muster.
"Fuck Marcy! You feel so incredible!" As I fucked her I stuck my index finger in her pulsing asshole, up to the first knuckle.
This made her breath shaky. I knew she was going to cum again. And I knew I was going to cum with her.
She turned to look at me over her shoulder. Her long black hair was messed from our hard sex, but still somehow it looked almost good enough to eat. Sweat beaded down her face and her back, I knew I looked much the same.
I didn't know if Marcy was on the pill or not, and frankly I didn't care. I just wanted to fuck her, and if I knocked her up then great.
I kept fucking her and she just kept taking my swollen cock.
"Damn it Marcy. You're going to make me cum so fucking hard baby!"
"Yes do it Papi! Give me all of that sweet milk! Come on Papi give it…to…me!" She started to convulse, her pussy contracting around my cock milking me.
Papi huh? Fuck, that did it!
I exploded inside of her. My spunk erupted out of me in such a high volume I thought I must have been dreaming. I continued to pump into her until I felt the last bit of cum spray out of me.
Exhausted and out of breath we both fell down on the bed. Breathing hard, our hearts were thumping, threatening to come out of our chests. She snuggled up into the crook of my arm. Our eyes met and we both laughed.
"Well, that was certainly worth the wait." I puffed, smiling from ear to ear.
"Agreed. I don't know what took us so long." She smiled sweetly.
"Life, it just gets in the way sometimes."
After that we both lied there, kissing and saying sweet words.
I glanced out of the window and realized it had become dark. I knew I had to get home, but I didn't want to leave Marcy. Everything about her made me feel…real and whole. Looking into her deep, intelligent brown eyes, I began to think of a life without her. The thought turned my stomach. I didn't know how it would work, but I had to try.
"Marcy?" I said tentatively. "I was thinking you and I should…"
"What about Caitlyn, Dan?" She cut me off before I could ask her to date me. It was like a slap in the face. I started to panic.
Holy crap she knows, she saw what we did.
"What do you mean?" I asked nervously, new sweat beading on my brow.
"I know she's in love with you. And not the sort of love a father and daughter should have. But the kind of love a man and a woman have. And I think you love her too don't you?"
"What makes you say that?"
"Her reaction last night got me thinking. She seemed a bit more agitated than would be warranted by merely walking in on you making out with someone."
"That's all you have to go on?" I was relieved I knew if that was all she had I could talk her off this precipice. "Look Marcy, what you have to understand is she's just that way. To her I'm her dad, not Dan, not a guy, just dad." I felt satisfied knowing I could handle this situation.
Without any hesitation, Marcy looked me square in the eyes and asked, "So you're saying she didn't have your dick in her mouth this morning?"
It was as if someone punched me in the gut. The entire room started spinning. I couldn't think of a response.
"M—Marcy you have it all wrong. It's not like that."
She sat up and placed her hand over my mouth. Her eyes serious, "Dan, we have been friends for most of our lives. You know you can't lie to me. You're a horrible liar anyway." She held up her hand and started ticking things off on her finger.
"First, she was more upset than she needed to be last night. The look in her eyes said that she wanted to murder me. And I noticed a familiar look of hunger in her eyes when she looked at you, a look reflected by my own. Second, the guy she brought home just happened to be named Dan. If it were that alone I would just chalk it up to coincidence. A very strange coincidence. But a coincidence nonetheless. However, even when she was younger and I would come over she seemed to get angry anytime you would pay another woman any attention, her mother included."
Suddenly my mind flashed over a collage of memories, pulling out different instances when Marcy's words held true. There were a lot of them.
She continued, "Now I could pass that off as an innocent crush. Girls have them; it's not a big deal. Third, this morning when I leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek I smelled green apple. Which looking back I can only assume was either perfume or lip gloss, more likely lip gloss."
The world literally stopped spinning, I knew where this was going.
"Fourth, you've used the same body wash since high school, Spring Clean. It doesn't smell or taste anything like green apple. Finally, while your body smelled faintly of your body wash, your cock on the other hand smelled and tasted like green apple. The very same green apple that our dear Caitlyn had on her pouty lips." Her gaze was so strong it seemed to peer into my soul. "So are you going to try to tell me I'm wrong? That I miscalculated? Because you should already know that that rarely happens to me. But go on and tell me a lie. For your sake you'd better make it a damn good one."
I couldn't lie to her, and I couldn't lie to myself. Sighing, I resigned myself to be thrown to the wolves. "I'm sorry Marcy. I don't know how things got so messed up between us. But Caitlyn and I have crossed the line, today and the day I took her off to school. I honestly don't know how it happened but it did. I never intended for it to happen but one day it was like I stopped seeing her as my stepdaughter and started seeing her as a woman." I couldn't look her in the eyes. I didn't want to see the disgust that I knew would greet me.
Suddenly I felt her cool hands on the bottom of my chin, picking my head up so I was forced to look her in the eyes. There was warmth there, and it was so unexpected it took my breath away.
"What are you...?" Marcy's lips pressed against mine cut off my words. This kiss was soft, less aggressive and desperate than our previous kisses. It melted away my concerns.
"Hush! Listen, I knew about you and Caitlyn but we still slept together. Why do you think that is?"
Dumbfounded I could only speak the truth, "I don't know."
"Dios mio, caballo! You are both free adults and you are not blood related. What you choose to do is between you two. I'm not going to say I understand it completely but I won't condemn you for it." Turning her head slightly she looked deeper into my eyes, "No I would guess you condemned yourself for it for a long time. You've always been your harshest critic." All I could do was nod an affirmation. "Dan, I love you. I want to be with you. Do you feel the same about me?"
Without hesitation I responded, "Yes, Marcy of course."
"Good then what are you going to do about Caitlyn?"
Sighing I shrugged my shoulders, "Tell her the truth. Tell her everything. I think that this is the only way it can work."
Marcy leaned in and gave me another kiss. Studying my face she said, "It's not going to be easy. But she's a great kid, she can handle it."
I returned home to find the house empty. I walked around the house looking for Caitlyn. All I found was a note on my nightstand. I sat down on my bed and read it. It was from Caitlyn.
I deserve someone that will treat me the way I deserve to be treated. Not someone who will chase after the first skirt that comes along. I love you with all my heart, but I won't stand by while you choose someone else over me. I'm going to stay with friends for a few days and then I'm going to head back to school. Some of my friends are renting a house for the summer so I'll get a job out there and stay with them. I'm sorry, but I can't sit around waiting for you to discover I am the right woman for you. Goodbye, I will contact you when I'm ready.
I must have read the letter a hundred times. I read it until the ink started to run, washed away by my tears. I read it until every single word was etched in my heart, and every word embedded in my soul.
My big house was so empty. Included were the walls, the rooms, and the man that resided in it. I cried myself to sleep that night.