G-boy's Stories
Jake's Two Loves plus One by G-boy
Jake's Two Loves plus One
Jake Carter looked out the second story window of his home and saw his daughter's Jeep pull up into the driveway. He smiled warmly and waved, even though he knew Belinda couldn't see him. She clambered out of the vehicle, lugging her heavy book sack. A moment later he heard the door slam and got up from his desk. He trotted downstairs and watched his daughter pull herself up onto the kitchen counter. She fumbled around until she found her favorite mug and walked along the counter on her knees to the coffeepot.
"I kept meaning to lower those cabinets for your mom, but never got around to it," he said and smiled sadly.
Paula Carter had been only five feet tall, Jake a healthy six foot two. She constantly complained about the height of the upper cabinets and only put the things she didn't use that often up there. A small footstool sat in a corner. He kept tripping over it, but didn't have the heart to move it. Paula had been dead almost a year now, but he still couldn't bring himself to remove certain little traces of her from his home.
"Yeah. I don't know how my cup keeps winding up on the top shelf," Lindy said and sat on the counter.
"Sorry, I unloaded the dishwasher, I guess I shoved it up there," he admitted.
"It's all right," she smiled and sipped her coffee.
"How was school?" he asked.
"Horrible, you'll never believe what White wants us to do," she complained.
He listened as she told him that the professor wanted a brief first days of school history. He helped himself to a cup of coffee and picked her up off the counter so that he could get to the sugar. Finally he shrugged his shoulders.
"So? What's the problem?" he asked.
"Daddy, I hated school! The last thing I want to do is look at that!" she whined.
The seventeen year old stood only four foot ten, and had to look up to see his face. She frowned as his sunburnt face broke into a wrinkled grin.
"Hated it almost as much as Mommy and I did," he said. "Our beautiful little girl was leaving the house, and we were so nervous, so worried that the other kids wouldn't love our sweetheart as much as we did."
"Beautiful? Daddy I was an ugly blob!" she exclaimed.
"Honey, have you ever seen my office?" he asked quietly.
"No, I mean, I know where it is, but I've never.." she admitted.
"Come on, let me show you something," he said and got up from the table.
She followed him up the stairs to the office, which was right across from his bedroom. She looked around. A simple desk sat against a wall, a drafting table sat underneath the window, and a large recliner sat by the door. The wall opposite the desk was completely covered with pictures. Of a chubby little girl with big glasses and frizzy hair.
"I still remember the day, a little over eighteen years ago, when Mommy came home and told me she was pregnant again," he smiled. "That didn't surprise me, seemed like all I had to do was look at her and she was ready to have another baby." Lindy giggled. Jacob, Junior had been born almost exactly nine months after her parents were married, then Jonathan followed right behind him. Two miscarriages followed, and then Belinda came along. Paula suffered one more miscarriage, and then she had a tubal ligation, by the doctor's advice. Paula's small body couldn't take much more of the pregnancies.
"But, she was really excited this time. She just knew in her heart that this one would be a little girl," Jake continued. "And I got scared. I mean, little boys are fine, I know how to handle little boys, but a little girl! I don't know the first thing about that. I talked to all of our friends, even got a few books, but nothing, I mean nothing could have prepared me for what happened that morning," he smiled. "She woke me up at four o'clock, we raced to the hospital, and seven hours later, at eleven oh three, I saw the most beautiful little girl in the world." He pointed to the small picture, black and white, of a wrinkled little blur. The ribbon on top of her dark hair showed that it was indeed a girl. She looked at it carefully, then leaned back to hear the rest of the story.
"I took one look at that little angel, and fell madly in love. Don't get me wrong, I loved your brothers, but nowhere near like this! I just stood there and cried, I was so happy," he said and kissed the top of her head.
"You didn't cry when Jacob or Jonathan was born?" she asked, feeling so warm and loved in his embrace.
"Are you kidding? No! I was too busy telling everybody that I had the next star quarterback!" he laughed. "But with you, I had no idea what I had! All I knew was, I used to just love one woman, and now I had two. And then we took you home." He pointed to another photograph, a blurry color photograph that showed a beaming woman holding a little head in a pink blanket. Lindy looked carefully at the photograph. The woman had frizzy, wiry looking hair. She wasn't exactly ugly, but she certainly was no beauty.
"Who's that holding me?" she asked.
"What? That's your Mommy, silly!" he laughed.
"No that isn't! Mommy was beautiful!" Lindy protested.
"She certainly was," Jake agreed.
Lindy squatted and looked more carefully at the photograph. The eyes were that of her mother's, but the rest of the face didn't match.
"Honey, Mommy was always the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen," Jake quietly went on. "But, not everyone saw what I saw. Just like you. When you looked in the mirror, you might have seen a fat little kid with big old glasses. I saw the most beautiful little girl in the world."
Jake Carter was a big kid of nine. He was already five feet tall, and weighed in at one hundred five pounds. He could easily beat up any other fourth grader, and even most of the fifth and sixth grade at DeGarde Elementary School. As the new kid, he was sure the day would end with at least one fistfight, as some kid would try to prove his manliness to his buddies. He accepted this, but he certainly didn't like it. He did like the attention that most of the girls gave him, though. He knew he was handsome, in a rough sort of way. His nose had been broken the year before, and his skin was a bright red from the endless hours he spent in the sunlight. His mother cut his hair, to save money, and she did a bad job of it, but this just added to his rough-hewn look.
He went through the first three classes without many incidents; most of the kids were checking him out, but none dared approach him. Then he walked into the cafeteria. A very small girl was being jostled and pushed aside by some of the bigger kids. She was so small, Jake assumed she had to be a second grader. When one blonde haired girl shoved her roughly, she fell, and Jake pushed through the laughing throng and helped the girl up. Being bigger than most, he'd received his fair share of ridicule, so it angered him to see the others picking on a smaller kid.
When he helped her up, he looked into the darkest eyes he'd ever seen. The pain and fear that brimmed out took his breath away. He smiled softly and held her hand as they stood in line. He glared at the other kids and dared them to try anything. Paula Bordeaux was so nervous she almost wet herself. She didn't know who this big kid was, or why he was protecting her, but he wouldn't let go of her hand, and she didn't mind. They sat down together and talked as they ate the horrible cafeteria food. Jake found out that the girl was indeed a fourth grader, just very small for her age.
She found out that Jake and his family just moved here from Houston, and he was in her afternoon classes of Arithmetic, Geography, and American History. The more he looked at her, the more he fell in love with her. Her dark eyes, her small voice, her tiny hands, and her nervous smile. They held hands as they walked to class, and to her delight, he held her hand the next day, and the day after.
Eight years later, when they graduated from High School, she wasn't all that surprised when he begged her to marry him. What did surprise her was that, in eight years, he'd never even dated another girl. She knew plenty had offered to date him, some even offered him sex. She'd offered herself to him in the tenth grade, but he'd turned her down. He said that could wait until they were husband and wife. What the handsome Jake Carter saw in her was a complete mystery to her.
"I was so lucky to marry her," he said quietly.
Paula had looked in the mirror and seen the same ugly little girl she'd always been. She looked at her husband, who stood at the crib and stared down at the little baby girl. She resolved to become the woman his eyes saw. The first day she was able to leave the baby alone with the next door neighbor, she went to a beauty salon. The snobbish homosexual fixed her hair, and a sneering skinny girl slapped some makeup on. The mirror behind the counter showed a slight improvement from the woman that had walked in, but it wasn't good enough for her. A local bookstore provided some help on nutrition, skin care and beauty aids. A kindly dentist did wonders for the long ignored teeth.
Within six months, Paula Carter walked back into the beauty salon, and in a very firm voice told the hairdresser what she wanted. The skinny girl was much more attentive this time. A few carefully selected outfits and Paula waited for her husband to come home from work. Tired and sweaty, he walked into the bedroom where she lay, stretched out in a skimpy baby doll outfit. His exhaustion faded and he developed an immediate erection. He'd not noticed the physical changes; to him she had always been beautiful. He did notice the emotional changes, though. She was much more confident, laughed more. As she stretched out in the flimsy lingerie, he saw the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. With a laugh, he ignored her requests that he shower first.
"That's Mommy," Lindy said as she pointed to a Halloween picture. The transformed Paula stood smiling with a frightened looking ballerina. Jake nodded and pointed to the fourth grade picture of Belinda.
"And, you take away those glasses, that's Mommy too," he said. "The most beautiful girl I've ever seen, all over again." She left him to muse over the two loves in his life and wrote the assignment. Jake supplied her with three photographs; first grade, eighth grade (From Little Hills High School in Arizona) and her High School graduation photograph.
First grade at DeGarde Elementary School was a nightmare. The little fat girl with the frizzy hair and thick glasses looked out the car window and saw all the graceful children. She was immediately targeted for ridicule and disdain, even from the teachers. This pattern continued all the way through to the seventh grade.
Then, a miracle happened to her. Cindy Potter, the prettiest girl in the seventh grade invited her to her twelfth birthday party. The fact that Cindy had invited the entire seventh grade didn't matter to Belinda Carter. Cindy's older brother, Adam, threatened to beat up the fat little kid if she dared to show up. So did many of Cindy's closest friends. Cindy prayed the little girl wouldn't show up, but she did. Cindy grabbed the sweaty hand and held it tightly to protect her from the bullies that loomed nearby. Throughout the entire barbecue, Cindy held Belinda safely by her side.
Belinda was enthralled. She'd never had anyone she considered a friend, and now the prettiest girl in the school was holding her hand, seemed to be happy that she was there. She went home breathless and excited and told her Mommy over and over about everything that happened.
Then Jake Carter's company, a construction firm, moved the Carter family to Arizona. Belinda was crushed, but she stepped out of the car in the dry Arizona heat and resolved to do something about her lot in life. A strict diet and exercise program, skin care and makeup and hairstyling tips from the most beautiful woman she knew, Mommy, and from beneath the pimples and flab came a stunning young lady.
At four foot ten inches, Belinda sported an astonishing thirty eight-D chests, an impossible twenty-inch waist and thirty seven-inch hips. No matter what exercises she did, the chest and hips stayed broad and her legs stayed short. Her frizzy hair was now cascades of dark curls and the thick glasses gave way to contact lenses. Her small round pale face looked around the Little Hills classroom and saw the same looks she'd seen all of her life; rejection. Her new beauty made the girls jealous and she intimidated the boys. This pattern continued until Twelfth grade when Patsworth Construction ordered Jake to uproot his family and move to Montana. He refused and started his own contracting business. Paula wanted to move back home; Louisiana girls feel most comfortable in Louisiana. Belinda walked into Twelfth Grade at Asbury High School and saw Cindy Potter.
Cindy was even more beautiful than ever. Her thick blonde hair framed her heart shaped face, bright blue eyes and pouting lips. Her five foot five frame supported her thirty-six C breasts; twenty eight- inch waist and thirty four-inch hips, all on top of long tanned legs. When Belinda reintroduced herself, Cindy immediately befriended the lonely girl. That Friday night, the two became lovers, and Belinda was now to be known as Lindy.
Professor White read the report avidly. He was a forty-year-old man, skinny and balding. In his fifteen years of teaching at the small Louisiana University, he'd seen many beautiful young ladies come and go, and had seen most of those young beauties rely on their looks to get them by in life. Not this little girl, though. She certainly could have batted her long dark eyelashes at him, leaned over his desk to show him some cleavage, (what unbelievable cleavage!) and gotten by with a 'B' average.
Instead, she always gave him above and beyond what he asked for in the assigned work, and her tests were usually in the top three- percent. He looked at the pictures again. The first grade picture didn't fit the eighth grade picture, it was surprising how much she'd changed in just seven years, and the graduation photograph was stunning. A frightened little girl looked out from the first and eighth grade pictures, but a smiling, confident young woman looked out from underneath the cap and he groaned as he remembered what she'd worn that afternoon in class.
Tight jeans rippled over her rounded buttocks; he couldn't help but watch as she lugged the heavy booksack to her desk. Each globe wobbled and swayed. When she bent over to put the booksack down, the jeans separated each globe and her pubic mound was outlined perfectly. She turned and sat down, her short legs swinging, as her feet didn't quite reach the floor. He groaned inwardly as her breasts strained against the simple blouse. She pulled out her notebook, and before class even began, was busily taking notes. He could see the top of her black bra cups and developed a painful erection. He had to look away from her smiling little face. She wasn't smiling flirtatiously, she was happy to be in class, learning. A little blonde tried to evoke some response, some sympathy from him as she prattled out some excuse that may have worked in high school, but his erection diminished and he scowled at her.
"Ms. Trahan, this is college, not high school. When I give an assignment, I do not give it because I am bored, I give it so that you will learn from it," he snapped.
"But, I have an English paper to do, and an Algebra test tomorrow," the girl whined.
"Well, then you have two choices, don't you?" he snapped again. "Drop this class, or drop one of the others, but my assignments will be done, on time."
"But I need this class and the others to qualify for my grant," she whined, almost in tears of disbelief.
"Then, may I suggest that you quit worrying about your social life and start worrying about your academic one?" he waved her away.
"Is there anything I can do, um, for a little extra credit?" she murmured.
The meaning was obvious, and he was tempted. The university as of yet had instilled no guidelines prohibiting this sort of thing. He thought about it briefly and made an appointment with the girl for six that evening. She wasn't as well developed as Lindy Carter, probably a thirty-four B with skinny arms and legs, and an almost flat ass, but she was pretty enough. A knock at the door brought him out of his reverie and he quickly stuffed his six-inch erection back into his trousers. He hadn't even noticed that he'd pulled it out as he looked at Lindy's graduation photograph. He closed Lindy's file.
"Come in," he called out and the door opened.
Michelle Trahan simpered into his office and he pulled her file from the desk drawer. He flipped it open and ran his finger down the 'D' and 'F' scores. Most of the 'F' scores were from her not handing in assignments. He glowered at her.
"Ms. Trahan, I don't know what you expect from me," he said. "Your work is severely lacking, your attendance is minimal, and your class participation is grudging at best."
"I'll, um, do anything, um, you know, for extra credit," she smiled nervously.
"Ms. Trahan, extra credit does not take the place of assigned work, of tests, of attendance," he sighed.
"What, um, what would you, you know, think could, um, make up for some of these bad grades?" she tried to turn the charm way up.
"Well, um, you know, um, homework, you know, and, um, studying, you know, like before a test, um, might, you know, um, make up for some of these failing marks," he mocked.
"I'll, you know, I'll do anything you want," she said, the smile gone.
"Ms. Trahan, am I hearing you correctly?" he asked.
"I'll fuck you for an 'A' in this class," she boldly said.
He laughed out loud. She looked absolutely crestfallen. A single tear slid down her cheek and several more welled up in her eyes. She sat down in the hard wooden chair and looked at the floor.
"Ms. Trahan, even if you did, as you so crassly call it, 'fucked me' in every possible position, in every available orifice, there is no way I would give you an 'A' in my class," he chortled.
"But, I need this credit you know," she said and another tear trickled down. "You want to, you know, to fuck me, you know, anywhere, even up the butt, I'll do it."
"I tell you what, Ms. Trahan, I'll make a deal with you. A 'C' is the highest I'll give you. That will get you out of this class, with full credits and you'll still have your grant," he said.
"You want it? Up the butt?" she said, another tear falling down.
"Yes, up your butt," he growled.
She unzipped her jeans and bent over his desk. He slipped a condom on his erection and slathered some lubricant on it. She braced herself and squealed in pain when he thrust it against her tightened sphincter. Her resistance and grunts and squeals of pain excited him almost as much as her tears had, and within moments he was driving his slender cock rapidly in and out of her ass hole. She closed her eyes tightly and prayed that he would come quickly. Her anus burned as if his cock was a red-hot poker and she felt slightly nauseous. It had been hard enough to offer to fuck him, but this was so disgusting. She wondered if a 'C' was worth this agony and humiliation. With a loud cry he finished and she farted as he slipped out of her bruised anus. She smelled her own fecal matter and wanted to vomit.
"See you in class Friday, Ms. Trahan," he said briskly and sat down.
Wordlessly she pulled her jeans back up and left his office. She let herself into the bathroom and sat on a toilet and cried.
Carmen Peltham sniffed the air in the office and wrinkled her nose in disgust. The twenty two- year-old assistant sat down in the chair just vacated by Michelle Trahan and looked at her boss. He avoided her eyes for a few moments, blushing furiously. She pushed her black frame glasses up on her nose (they kept slipping down her narrow nose) and read through the reports he'd assigned for her to grade. She wondered why she seemed to have most of the male papers in the five classes the duo taught together. She spotted Lindy's photographs sticking out of a file and looked closely at them.
"Her and her two sisters?" she asked.
"No, they're all her," he said.
"No! Really?" she asked and picked the report up.
She read through it and recognized some of her own life in the painful words. She'd been the tallest girl, even taller than most of the boys. "How's the weather up there?" was the favorite greeting all throughout school. "Do you play basketball?" was all she heard throughout High School and early years of College. Now that she was in Graduate Studies and a teacher's assistant, she didn't hear it as often, but the six-foot tall girl towered over most of her fellow students and many of the instructors, including Professor White. She put the report back down and looked at Professor White.
"She didn't exactly have a happy introduction to that social institution, did she?" she mused.
"No, and it makes me wonder what happened to affect the changes she eludes to in her report," he agreed. "What's your thesis on again?"
"Hadn't decided yet," she said. "Urban family structures and the long term effects.." she began, but he waved his hand impatiently.
"Been overdone," he said. "The extended family, with all of its inherent failures conspire to keep the individual from achieving success. No, I think you should do it on former social pariahs and their later social development. This girl, a few of the others, and even yourself, High Pockets."
"Most children that are rejected because of some minor differences, whether physical or mental, usually break off into two social-economic stratagems, over-achievers or under-achievers," she said.
"So, find the over-achievers and find out why they are over-achievers. Start with Belinda Carter," he said and reluctantly gave her Lindy's file.
Carmen was nervous. The man's voice had sounded so gruff over the telephone, but he readily agreed to meet and talk about his daughter. She parked and locked her bicycle and removed the safety helmet. Pushing her glasses up, she knocked at the door.
She looked up at the rough hewn and sunburnt handsome face that opened the door. She didn't know why, but she expected Jake Carter to be small, like his daughter. He was big and burly, at least two inches taller than she was. His large hand wrapped around hers and pulled her into the kitchen area. They fixed themselves coffee and he sat down at the table. Flustered, she finally got down to asking the questions she'd written out. When she asked about Belinda's mother, Jake's face lost its smile.
"Died, almost a year ago," he said softly. "Cancer. By the time we found out, there was nothing they could do."
"Oh! I am so sorry to hear that!" she hastened to say. "It must have been so hard!"
"Yep," was his simple answer.
She took notes and looked at the photographs of his wife, their children, Belinda as a little girl, the Homecoming photographs. She finally had taken enough of his time and thanked him profusely for his cooperation. She pulled her dark hair out of its severe bun and refastened it as she unlocked her bicycle. She declined his offer to drive her wherever she needed to go and pedaled away. She hadn't realized it until she sat down on the hard leather seat, but she was very aroused by talking to Mr. Carter. His rough good looks, his gentle nature and his abundant warmth when discussing his family were so very attractive.
"Was that Ms. Peltham I saw leaving here?" Lindy asked her father.
"Yes, very nice young lady," Jake smiled as Lindy tried to find her favorite mug.
"Yeah, she is. A lot better than White is," Lindy agreed and settled on another mug. "So, what was she doing here?"
"Something about over-achievers. For a thesis paper she's working on," he answered The men all looked up from their labor as Carmen pedaled onto the construction site. She didn't know why she was doing this; she'd interviewed the man for two hours and had gotten far more notes than she would ever use, but she wanted to see him again, hear his gravelly voice, bask in the warm smile. The warm smile did greet her as she walked gingerly toward him. He put down the pencil and carefully marked the blueprint he was studying.
"Hello, Ms. Peltham!" he said. "Forget something yesterday?"
"Um, no sir, but, please call me Carmen," she smiled.
"Okay, Carmen, what can I do for you?" he said and shook her extended hand.
"Oh, I just wanted to see where you worked, you know, get an idea of the kind of man that spoke so highly of his family and his work," she brightly said and immediately felt stupid.
"Well, this is it," he smiled and waved an arm. "I'm really just a carpenter that's doing what he can for himself."
"Show me around?" she begged.
She listened raptly as he pointed out the different functions that each person on his crew was performing, and noticed that he treated each person as an equal, not a subordinate, from the large African American woman that did the clean-up to the carpenter and the finish worker. He introduced each by first name, and all seemed to hold him in the highest regard. He pointed to Little Mike, a man in his middle fifties who wasn't that little.
"You should interview him for that paper of yours. His son is mentally retarded, but he works at a grocery store, been there for ten years, hardest working kid they got there," he smiled with pride, as if the kid was his own.
They stood in a slightly awkward silence when the brief tour was finished. Finally he cleared his throat and looked at the drafting table again.
"Well, um, if there's noting else, I, uh, really should be getting back to.." he said clumsily.
"Oh! Of course!" she said, equally clumsily and climbed onto her bicycle.
"Dummy! What'd you expect?" she chided herself as she pedaled back to her small apartment. "Jake to say, 'Oh, Carmen, I love you?' Get real!"
"Seems like a nice girl," Big Mike, who was at least a foot shorter and fifty pounds lighter than Little Mike said.
"Yeah, she's a student at the university, working on her Masters or Doctors or something like that," Jake said.
She pulled her bicycle inside and hung it on its hooks. She peeled off the tight tee shirt and jeans she'd worn for the trip to the construction site, and totally naked, padded around the two room apartment. Her thirty-six cup breasts didn't jiggle in the least, but the broad nipples did as they rose in the chilled air. The bedroom, kitchen and dining room were all one room; the bathroom was the second room. But, for one forty five a month, you couldn't beat it. She flopped down on the two mattresses she called a bed and spread her legs wide. Her broad nipples were fully hard and she pinched one of them roughly and traced a finger through her trimmed bush. Her pussy lips were full and slick with excitement and she groaned as she parted them and thought of Jake Carter parting them and taking her virginity right there. She rolled over onto her stomach and hunched her pussy against the small pillow she used specifically for this purpose. Her muscular buttocks flexed and her strong legs worked as she hunched toward a powerful orgasm. She dozed lightly, the woke up cold. She showered the day's grime off and wiggled into her ratty old nightshirt. It was almost obscene, holes here and there, and the hem barely skimmed the bottom of her buttocks; she'd had it for as long as she could remember and loved it. Safe in it, she sat on her bed and picked up the telephone. She dialed the first three numbers and hung up. Then she dialed six of the numbers and hung up. She held the small pillow in her lap, squarely against her pussy, and dialed the telephone number.
"Hello?" Lindy's soft voice answered.
"Daddy! Telephone!" Carmen heard the girl shriek.
"She's, what? Eighteen years old and she still calls him 'Daddy'?" Carmen thought to herself.
"This is Jake Carter," the voice boomed, and Carmen squeezed the pillow tighter and steeled herself.
"Mr. Carter, this is Carmen. Carmen Peltham," she said. "Listen, I don't do this, you know, on a regular, actually I've never done this before, but, would you like to, there's a Jorge Pelleni concert tomorrow night, he's a violinist, classical, and would you like to go?" She held her breath as she listened to the silence on the other end. She cursed herself for being so forward, so foolish, she wanted to hang up the telephone before he could embarrass her, reject her.
"I, um, I don't know," the voice finally said, real confusion in his voice. "I mean, this is, well, this is kind of a surprise, you know?"
"Look, I'm sorry. Forget about it," she said.
"What time?" he asked.
"Oh, um, the concert's at seven, and then we could go and get coffee or something," she said, now even more nervous.
She told him her address and hung up. He looked at his daughter and opened his eyes wide with worry.
"I think I have a date with your teacher for tomorrow night," he told her.
"Ms. Peltham?" she asked.
"Yeah. So, what do I do?" he asked her.
She stood on the kitchen chair and tied his tie. Standing like that, she was almost face to face with him. He smiled nervously as she fussed about his appearance.
"Look, I don't have to do this, you know. I mean, I can just call her and cancel," he mumbled.
"Why?" she asked.
"Well, you know, Mommy just died and, hell! I'm twice this girl's age, besides!" he sputtered.
"Daddy, you're a grown man! Go out, have fun!" she said and hugged him.
"I love you baby," he smiled and walked to the door.
Carmen froze as she heard the knock. She looked at her watch. He was five minutes early. She'd planned on waiting outside, so he wouldn't see the crummy apartment she called home. She pulled on her shoes and opened the door. A stiff, uncomfortable Jake Carter stood in the doorway, flowers in hand.
"Hi! These are for you," he said and thrust the flowers at her.
"Oh! You didn't have to do that! I'm the one that asked you out, remember?" she smiled at the old-fashioned gesture. "Thank you, they're lovely."
"That's right, you did. So, um, where's my flowers? Oh, and candy. You're supposed to give me candy, too," he smiled, suddenly not nervous anymore.
She laughed and admired the flowers. He looked around the small apartment and shuddered. His bedroom alone was twice the size of this place. They left and drove to the auditorium. Only a small group of people was present for the invigorating performance and Jake found himself lost in the man's passion and verve. Carmen startled him by resting her head against his shoulder as Jorge wrung out a soft but stirring piece, but he admitted to himself he liked the warmth of her touch. After the last notes died down, they left the auditorium hand in hand. The restaurant he selected served them a simple meal, but it was better fare than she'd eaten in months on her meager salary. Coffee and dessert came and went and Jake looked at her with concern.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I, um, I don't know what we're supposed to do now," he said. "I mean, it's only ten o'clock on a Friday night, and I know that's too early for a date to end, but at the same time, I don't, you know, it's been twenty five years since I've been out on a date?"
"Well, don't look at me! I mean, it hasn't been twenty five years, but I don't know what we're supposed to do either!" she said.
"I'll be right back," he said and strode briskly to the telephones.
Lindy laughed when her dad asked her what they were supposed to do now. She gave him some suggestions then hung up. He trotted back to the table and smiled broadly. She looked at him, eyebrow cocked.
"I called my daughter," he explained. "She says if I'm not planning to take you to Baylor Lake for some serious kissing, then I should take you to Gumbel Park for a little stroll around the gardens, to work off the dinner."
"The gardens! That sounds wonderful!" she said and they left.
"Your Dad's out on a date?" Cindy asked, as she and Lindy lay in Lindy's large bed, naked.
"Yeah," Lindy murmured and took one of Cindy's nipples into her small mouth. "We got a while until he gets home." Cindy pulled her lover up and gave her a passionate kiss. Then began a brief struggle to see who would get to pleasure the other. As always, the wrestling and giggling ended in a passionate sixty-nine, Lindy's small mouth and fingers delving into Cindy's smooth cunt, and Cindy's pouting lips tugging at Lindy's throbbing clitoris.
The gardens in the moonlight were a wonderful idea. But, when the mosquitoes got stronger than their resolve, they finally agreed to end the date. He drove her back to her small apartment and briefly kissed her goodnight at her door.
She quickly shed her dress, climbed into the bed and stuffed her pillow against her drooling pussy.
"Next time, Mr. Carter, you're taking me to Baylor Lake, for some serious kissing," she declared as she humped the pillow vigorously.
"And, how many times have you been to Baylor Lake?" Jake teased his excited daughter and her friend.
"Oh, Daddy! Get real!" she laughed. "You know the only boyfriends I've ever had is Brian and Adam! Now, come on! Tell us what you did!" He smiled at Cindy's heart shaped face and laughing blue eyes and Lindy's sparkling dark eyes and pulled his tie off.
Her telephone rang at seven thirty the next morning. She'd been up for almost an hour, her pillow damp from her three prior encounters that hour. She hoped it was Jake calling, and smiled happily when his gruff voice asked her if she had any plans that night. He said he'd pick her up at seven, for dinner and possibly a movie.
"No, Baylor Lake, before I rub my pussy bald," she mumbled after she hung up and giggled.
The restaurant was very chic; she raised her eyebrows at the fact that her menu had no prices. The wine steward first allowed Jake to taste the wine and approve it before pouring the wine.
"Why doesn't my menu have any prices? I mean, suppose I don't want you to spend all kind of money on me?" she asked him.
"So that you don't have to worry about that," he shrugged. "I mean, I'm not looking at the prices, order whatever you want."
"But, still," she said, and smiled when he switched menus with her.
Her eyebrows almost hit the ceiling when she saw the prices. The lobster (she knew lobster was expensive, but still!) was more than half her monthly salary. The prime rib was more than her electric bill had been this month alone.
"That's why they don't want you to see the prices," he smiled. "I'm the one that's supposed to wonder about doing the dishes."
"That wine costs forty two dollars a bottle?" she asked.
"Yes, but it is a very good wine," he smiled.
"Jake, I don't know if it's that good," she said.
"It is to me, good wine, good food, good company," he smiled.
The waiter came and took their orders. She insisted on seeing the check when the meal and dessert were finished and almost shrieked at the three hundred and twelve dollar total.
"Eighteen dollars for that cake!" she exclaimed.
"Carmen, it's worth it," he laughed. "We didn't have to cook it, didn't have to cut it up, and didn't have to worry about getting crumbs on the furniture!"
"Where to now?" she asked him, leaning against him as they waited for the valet to bring the car.
"Honestly, I don't know," he admitted.
"Baylor Lake?" she offered.
"Carmen, let's talk about this," he said. "I'm twice your age, it's been a long time since I've done anything like this, and.."
"The age thing means nothing to me, and I've never done anything like this. All I know is I feel good whenever I'm around you, and I don't want to stop being around you," she said firmly.
"Really?" he asked.
"Really," she smiled and lightly kissed him on the cheek.
"Baylor Lake it is," he laughed. "So, do you know how to get to Baylor Lake?"
"No, I don't. I think it's that way, but that's about all I know," she said, a little panicked.
"Then, there's my home. Lindy's out with her fiance, so we'll just put on some Jorge Pellini and maybe put a few logs in the fireplace, how's that sound?" Adam smiled as Lindy stretched lazily in his bed. She'd just milked his third erection dry, and was purring contentedly, as she still tasted his and her juices on her tongue. She rubbed her large erect nipples against his chest and smiled dreamily into his eyes.
"Still love me?" she asked softly.
"Inside and out," he responded and kissed her on her small nose.
"Even if I do nasty things?" she teased.
"Especially if you do nasty things," he laughed.
They'd started off as always, her spreading her short legs wide to accept his fat cock into her tight pussy. He liked the fact that she trimmed her bush to just a thin strip of hair that barely covered the dark and puffy lips underneath. As he entered her, she clamped down and quickly forced his first spurting load out. Using her tiny hands and large breasts, she quickly coaxed him to a second erection and rolled over onto her knees.
He eased his fat cock into her hungry asshole and she squealed and purred as yet another orgasm rippled through her. He had, of course, fucked her up the ass many times, but it still surprised him that she could accommodate his fat member in such a tight little hole. As always, he protested as she licked and sucked his soiled cock clean after he'd spurted a hot jet of come into her bowels. She just giggled and murmured around his throbbing cock and drank greedily at his third spending.
Now she smiled up at him and parted her legs.
"Your turn to clean me up," she insisted.
He readily licked her two raw holes to several small orgasms, then found himself with a fourth erection. She gripped it and stroked it softly.
"Ooh! Another one!" she purred. "Where do you want to put this?"
"Surprise me," he teased.
She eased him onto his back and did surprise him by easing it up her tight little anus again.
"Lindy, you are so nasty," he groaned as the tight heat encircled his cock.
"I know," she laughed and sucked on one of his nipples.
Carmen sat stiffly on the couch as Jake nervously fidgeted with the fireplace. Soft classical music flowed around them, a bottle of wine sat on the coffee table, and she should be so relaxed, so ready to enjoy his company. Instead, she was nervous, jumpy. With a whoosh, the fire sparked to life and he sat back and admired the blaze. She gulped more of the wine as he approached. They sat stiffly, not looking at each other, for a moment.
"I, uh," they both started, then burst into nervous laughter.
"You first," they both said, and laughed again.
"No, you go first," he smiled.
"No, please, you go first," she stammered.
"I don't know, I feel like anything I say is going to sound stupid," he stammered.
"You too?" she asked, genuine surprise in her voice.
"Yeah. I just don't know what to do or what to say," he admitted.
"Me either," she agreed.
They sat in slightly more relaxed silence and sipped their wine. He looked at her. Her short dark hair gleamed in the firelight, her sharp features looked softer without the severe glasses and tight bun hairstyle she wore during the day. Her dress, although a simple, certainly inexpensive one, did look pretty on her. Its bright color was a nice contrast to her dark hair and brown eyes. She looked at him and smiled nervously. Her teeth were white and even, her lips a nice thickness and colored lightly with lipstick and wine. He smiled easily.
"You're very pretty, Carmen," he said in his gruff voice.
She blushed prettily and shook her head no. She knew she wasn't ugly, but no one had ever accused her of being pretty. She looked at the glass of wine in her hand and jumped slightly when he put his glass down on the coffee table. He smiled at her and sat back on the couch.
"Listen, why don't we just call it a night? We can pick up again later, when we're more comfortable.." he began.
"No!" she cried out. "I mean," she said, a little less shrill, "Listen, yes I'm nervous, but I don't want to call it a night just yet. I like being with you."
"I like being with you, too," he said, a little surprised at his admission. "But, I'm just so, I don't know what the hell to.."
"Well, what would you do if we were just two people, you know, getting together to just talk and, you know, weren't on a date or something?" she asked.
"Probably go for a few beers, play some pool," he laughed. "But, Carmen, we're not just two people getting together to just talk."
"I'd mop the floor with you," she challenged.
"You wish!" he laughed.
"Come on!" she dared.
He stood back and watched as she easily put another ball into the side pocket. She smiled at him and finished the game by popping the eight ball into the far corner pocket.
"Two, count them, two to nothing," she laughed.
"Oh, well, that's Eight ball. Nine ball, now there's a game that requires a little skill," he huffed.
She shocked him by leaning up against him and kissing him fully on the lips.
"Rack them up," she laughed.
"Three. Three to nothing," she crowed and kissed him again.
This time, he shocked her by kissing her back, and putting his large arms around her slender waist. She shivered as she felt his muscles ripple. She looked into his laughing eyes and kissed him softly.
"I want to go. Back to your place," she breathed.
"Yes, ma'am," he breathed back.
The nervousness was back as she unbuttoned the back of her dress, but she was determined to see this through. She jumped when he came up behind her and kissed the nape of her neck.
"Let me get that," he whispered and fumbled with the last few buttons.
She shivered as he peeled the dress away. She felt so naked in just her dark hose and plain white bra. She felt even more naked as he gently took the bra off and turned her around. She looked at his broad chest and felt weak in the knees. His chest was covered with a mat of hair, some of it going gray. Her eyes traveled down his still flat stomach and her eyes opened wide as she glanced at his crotch. The thicket of pubic hair stood above what must have been an eleven-inch erection that was already dripping with excitement.
She opened her mouth but nothing came out. He gently kissed her and sat her down on the edge of the bed. He kneeled before her and rolled her pantyhose down, exposing her own excitement to his gaze. She gasped as he parted her legs and put his face between them. She gasped again, then groaned, as his tongue tasted her wetness. She felt her hands press against the back of his head and cradle him to her crotch. She felt herself sink backward against the bed as her first orgasm built up inside of her stomach.
"Oh, Jake!" she cried out as the orgasm reached the gate and burst forth.
When she told him that she was a virgin, he smiled gently and rolled over onto his back. She thought at first that he didn't want to continue, but he pulled her across him and placed the head of his penis to her opening.
"You do it, take it at your own speed," he whispered.
Years of bicycle riding and other activities had already slightly torn her hymen, so his massive club entered her without much resistance. She bit down on her bottom lip as he slid into her, filling her completely.
"Oh, Jake!" she gasped as an orgasm slammed into her and she sank the rest of the way down.
After a few gasping moments, he began to slowly thrust in and out of her and she quickly got the idea. Pleasure rippled through her and she picked up speed and flexed and relaxed her pelvic muscles. Joy flooded into her as he began to grunt and groan heavily. All too soon, he stiffened and she knew he was about to come.
"I'm about to.. Are you on the pill?" he gasped.
"No," she admitted.
"Oh, shit!" he cried out as wave after wave of his hot come pulsed into her tightly gripping cunt. "Damn it!"
"It's okay," she panted as she felt ripple after ripple course through her insides. "I'm nowhere near my cycle."
"You sure?" he wheezed as his penis began to soften.
"Of course," she sighed and lay her head down on his shoulder.
She kissed him tenderly on the face. His powerful arms felt so good wrapped around her and she closed her eyes and dozed slightly.
She woke up to the bright sunshine of a Sunday morning. He was not in bed and she sat up, worried. The smell of coffee wafted up the stairs and she got out of bed and scampered, nude, to the bathroom. After she finished, she slipped her dress on (he'd thoughtfully hung it up for her) and found her hose rolled up for her. She checked her hair; it was a mess, but she fixed it as much as possible with wet fingertips and went downstairs. He smiled shyly at her and poured a cup of coffee for her. They stood and silently smiled at each other for a few moments. Just then, Lindy entered the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She stopped short and looked at the two.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed.
"Lindy!" Jake sputtered.
"Oh, Daddy, you didn't!" Lindy mock gasped.
"Honey, listen, I can explain," Jake sputtered again.
"Oh, shut up, Daddy!" Lindy laughed as she poured a cup of coffee. "You're a grown man, you don't have to explain anything to me!"
"I, uh, well, uh," Jake said.
"Hi, Ms. Peltham," Lindy smiled and sipped her coffee.
"Hi, Lindy," Carmen smiled. "But, listen, when we're not in class, why don't you just call me Carmen? Okay?"
"Okay," Lindy said and left the kitchen.
"Well, that was, um," Jake said.
"Listen, Jake, I'm not ashamed of what we did last night, are you?" Carmen asked.
"Well, no, but," he said.
"I mean, I don't think we should parade it around in front of your daughter, but we are two grown adults, and what we do in the privacy of your bedroom is our business, no one else's, right?" she went on.
"Yeah, but," he said.
"I understand, she is your daughter, and this is slightly awkward, but still," she paused, concern creeping in. "You do want to do this again, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," Jake said with confidence not evident ten seconds earlier. "But, Carmen, if we are going to do this sort of thing again, we need to get a few things, don't you think?"
"Okay, like what?" she asked.
"Some sort of protection. And a hairbrush and toothbrush for you," he smiled. "Your hair looks like a crow's nest in the morning."
"Oh, Jake!" she laughed in embarrassment. "You're not supposed to look at that!"
Lindy laughed out loud when Jake tried several times to broach the subject of Carmen Peltham at the dinner table.
"Daddy, whatever you do with Carmen is your business," she said. "Besides, I like her, she's nice."
"Yes, she is," Jake agreed. "But, don't you think she's a little too young for me? I mean, do I look foolish, you know, running around with a girl half my age?" He couldn't believe he was asking his daughter this, but whom else was he going to ask? He had a few friends his own age, of course, but none he considered close enough to talk about this with. Sam and Cathy Villeaux, maybe, but they didn't know him as well as Lindy did.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I mean, did you feel foolish when you and her were, you know, um, having sex?"
"No, but," he blushed.
"Then what's the matter?" Lindy declared. "If other people want to make a big deal out of it, that's their problem. That's what you always told me whenever I asked you about stuff." No, he hadn't felt foolish last night. And, when he'd driven her home that morning and she kissed him good-bye and the kisses kept getting longer and longer and she grabbed his hand and pulled him into her dingy apartment, he hadn't felt foolish as he took her on the pile of mattresses. He hadn't felt foolish when she took as much of him as she could into her mouth and sucked yet another load of come from him. He hadn't felt foolish in the least when she confessed to masturbating to thoughts of him taking her on the pile of mattresses she called a bed. In fact, he'd felt damned proud.
"I called my gynecologist this morning and made an appointment to get birth control pills," she excitedly told him.
"You okay with that?" he asked her. "I mean, there's all kinds of reports nowadays about that stuff being bad for women and.."
"Well, it's either that or condoms, and Jake, I really like the way it feels when you come inside of me," she blushed as she told him this.
She didn't see him blushing furiously on the other end of the telephone. The men that gathered around and watched their boss on his cellular phone did, however, and nudged each other. He waved his hand at them to get them to go back to work, but they sipped their coffee and ignored his signals. Jake didn't see her blush either, but Dr. White did as he entered his office. She turned away from his smirk.
"Yeah, me too," he said, and turned his back on the men.
"Listen, I've got to go, just wanted to call, let you know that," she said as Dr. White made noises about 'personal calls from his office.' "So, um, see you tonight?" he asked.
"Love to!" she said happily.
"About seven. Talk to you later, then," he said and hung up.
Of course, Benny and Big Mike and Tack were gone when he turned back around. That was a good thing about his crew; they could anticipate his moves. It was also a bad thing, when he wanted to chew their asses out. They knew when to hide from him.
Lindy was a doll, helping her as they fixed dinner together in the kitchen. She towered over the four foot ten inch girl, but she felt smaller than she as Lindy bustled around, telling her all of Jake's favorite foods. There was an awkward moment, when Lindy waved good-bye and prepared to leave the house.
"You're not having supper with us?" Carmen asked.
"Nope, going over to Miss Cathy's," she cheerfully said.
"Honey, you don't have to leave on our account," Jake protested.
"I'm not, Daddy," Lindy assured him. "Captain Sam's cooking his prize winning chili, and Adam and Cindy are going to be there, so.."
"Well, have fun," he said and kissed her good-bye.
"Not as much as you," Lindy sang out and left the house.
"What do you think she meant by that?" Jake groused.
"I think you know exactly what she meant," Carmen laughed. "Dessert!"
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