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Authors: B.J. Mathews

Learning the Hard Way

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LEARNING THE HARD WAY

T
im Bennett was the kind of guy who spoke with a Texas twang despite the fact that he’d never ventured further south than the state of Oregon. Annabelle hated that about him. It wasn’t the only thing she hated, not by a long shot.

She also hated that he wore Wrangler jeans at least one size too small. And that he drove a Camaro. And the fact that he styled his hair in a mullet was super annoying, especially since she was pretty sure he permed it too. He hated that he called her “pussy cat” and that he hugged her every chance he got, squeezing her inappropriately too long and too close.

But most of all, she hated that he was dating her mother.

She didn’t begrudge her mom having a man in her life. Annabelle loved her mom and wanted her to be happy. She just didn’t understand why Tim was the guy she chose.
Tim wore Obsession cologne and listened to Bon Jovi. He worked in a gym, so he was always walking around with free weights, pumping iron like he was cool.

Tim forgot that the 21
st
Century had begun quite some time ago.

Ever since he’d moved in
to their house
, it had gotten worse. He would leave the bathroom door open when he showered sometimes. She’d walked by the bathroom just last week as he was drying off his hair so she got an eyeful of his penis…the first
one
she’d seen in real life.

She almost squealed, but didn’t want him to know she was in the hall, so she ran into her room, her heart thudding against her ribcage uncontrollably. He was sick and perverted…but she couldn’t deny that she was curious about his cock. She didn’t want to be. It mad
e her feel disgusting, but she
wanted to see it again.

She found herself actually sneaking around so she could get another look. He gave her plenty of opportunities. Just last night, she watched him jacking off in front of his computer. She’d stood around the corner barely breathing in case he heard her.

His dick was as scary as it was captivating.
It was thick, she doubted she could get her hand
all the way
around it.
He was jerking it hard and the head looked angry and purple. Her fingers
had
dipped into her shorts while she watched. Her panties were soaked and she felt guilty and ashamed. But not enough to stop from rubbing her clit until she came.

There was totally something wrong with her.

When his
come
had spurt out in thick ropes of white, he’d groaned. The same groan she heard through the walls when he was fucking her mom. It should not have turned her on.
She’d listened for them every evening, though.

But mom was b
ack on the night shift tonight, so there would be no listening for three weeks, and by then Annabelle would be on her way to college.

Aft
er dinner, her mom left for the
hospital, leaving Annabelle and Tim to clean up the kitchen. She was at the sink washing dishes when he got up behind her, reaching around to put a glass in the sink, his hand on her hip and the rest of him brushing against her back.

Annabelle rolled her eyes and tried to scoot away, but he pushed
against her
harder.

“Don’t,” she said. She shouldn’t have had to. He didn’t get that close to her when her mom was around. He knew it was inappropriate.

Tim squeezed her
even
harder
,
leaning in to speak in her ear so she felt his words as much as heard them. “Don’t what, pussy cat? Give my girl a hug?”

She smelled the Coors on his breath. “You’ve been drinking.”

“I like a beer or two at night. It helps relax me. What do you do to relax, pussy cat?”

“You shouldn’t be touching me.” He’d squeezed her before, but never this long. Annabelle started to feel trapped. Tim was strong. Really strong. And he’d been drinking.
And her mom wouldn’t be back until morning.

“Why shouldn’t I hug you? I’m just trying to show you how much I care about you. It would mean a lot to your mom if we were close.” He nuzzled her neck. “Let’s get close, baby. Let’s do it for your mom.”

She tried to wrench away, but Tim held her firm. “I have to go,” she said. “I’m supposed to meet Kari. She’s expecting me.”

It was a lie. Kari and all her other friends were out at their friend’s lake house, but Annabelle had to work in the morning, so she didn’t go with them. She’d been planning on a quiet night in her room. Alone.

Tim turned her around in the circle of his arms, pinning her arms to her sides and her breasts against his chest. “I don’t know how I feel about you spending so much time with that Kari girl. I don’t think she’s a good influence on you.”

“Tim, I’m eighteen years old. I can pick my own friends.”

“Y
ou
are
eighteen now, aren’t you?
” She didn’t like that unholy glimmer in his eyes. “All grown up.”

“Please let me go.”

“So you can go spend time with that trampy friend of yours? What kind of daddy would I be?”

“You’re not my dad!” As soon as she said it, she regretted it.

He pushed his crotch against her. “No, pussy cat. I’m not your daddy. I can do a lot of things with you your daddy shouldn’t do.”

Annabelle shook her head as the butterflies in her stomach threatened to make her sick. This was not good. Not good at all. She needed to think of something quick, something to make him stop and remember what he was doing was wrong. “But you’re kind of a dad, right? Almost a stepdad? So, that makes us related in a way.”

Tim leaned down and kissed her neck. “No, baby, we’re not related. But that does make me an authority figure to you. And I’m fix’
n to use
some of that
power
on you right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you want to go out with Kari, you need to convince me she’s not a bad influence on you.”

Annabelle thought about what she could possibly say to convince him. “She’s a nice girl. We both are.”

“I guess we’ll see.”
He took a step back and Annabelle sighed with relief. “Tell me what you do when you’re at her house.”

“We watch movies and hang out.”

“Are there boys there?”

Annabelle shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“Do you kiss the boys, pussy cat?”

Her skin heated suddenly. “Tim, I don’t want to talk about boys with you.”

“That means yes. You kiss boys when you’re with that tramp.”

“Tim, I’m going to college next month. Yes, I’ve kissed boys before, but it’s no big deal.”

He grabbed her jaw roughly and pulled her
to his
face so she could see the red in his eyes. “Don’t you tell me it’s no big deal. I’m not going to send you over there so you can be a slut like Kari.”

“We’re not sluts,” she tried to reason with him, but his hand was hurting her jaw. “Just normal girls.”

“Show me how you kiss the boys, then.”

“What?” He couldn’t mean it.

“Like this?” He smashed his mouth against hers, holding her in place. His lips gentled and he was kissing her almost sweetly
, though his hand
s
were on her ears to steer her head.

She didn’t fight him, just let him kiss her, hoping he’d relax. Tim pulled back.

“Like that? Is that how you kiss them?”

She nodded.

“That’s not so bad.”

She shook her head, agreeing with him.

“But do they ever do this?”

He pulled her to him again, this time shoving his tongue in her mouth. She couldn’t move her head, so she took it. Took it as his tongue plunged in and out like it was having sex with her mouth. He pulled back again. “Do you let them do that? Do you let the boys put their tongues in your mouth when you kiss them.”

“Sometimes,” she whispered.

“Do they touch your tits?” His hand groped her, squeezing and kneading her breast.

She sobbed. This couldn’t be happening.

“Do they?”

“My ex-boyfriend did, Tim. But we were going out for a long time
before he tried
.”

“Over your bra or under, like this?” He snaked his hand under her t-shirt and in
to her bra, tweaking her nipple
.

She knew she shouldn’t like it, knew it was gross, but she got that feeling in her panties again.

“Under, but just once in awhile. I swear.”

“I ain’t sure I believe you. Show me your tits, pussy cat. I need to see something for certain.”

He stepped away, giving her room.

“Tim, I don’t think
…”

“Take off your fucking shirt, Annabelle. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Her breath caught in her throat. She should be scared. And she was. Kind of. Mostly, she was totally hot and more than a little disgusted with herself.
She pulled off her t-shirt, keeping her eyes on the floor. She didn’t need to look at her chest to know her nipples were pebbled like hard little stones in her bra.

“You ain’t done.”

How far was this going to go?
She shivered remembering that veiny monster he kept in his pants.
She reached behind her and unclasped
the
bra, sliding the straps down and letting it fall to the floor.

“Those are real pretty, darlin’.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, not sure what to say while her mom’s boyfriend stared at her tits like they were a meal set before a starving man.

“Hold then up for me, baby. I want a real good look.”

She slid her hands beneath her breasts and cupped them from below as if she were offering them to this man. This odious, lecherous man who fucks her mother.

“Those are nice. Real nice. You got your mom’s tits, little girl.” He leaned down and licked her rock hard nipple, causing a shock wave to course through her body straight to her pussy. Oh God. “You taste delicious. Anyone ever tell you that before?”

She shook her head.

He kept his face by her tits, but looked up at her. “Are you saying no boy has ever licked your raspberry nips before?”

She shook her head again.

“I don’t think I believe you. No boy has ever done this?” He licked the other one and then alternated between the two a few times.

She was going to pass out. She was standing in the kitchen holding her tits out to her mom’
s boyfriend and it was making her soak through her panties.

He put his hands on her hips and sucked her left nipple all the way into his mouth and she groa
ned out loud with sick pleasure and focused her eyes on his stupid perm. God.

“You sure you’re not a slut? You sound like one.” He stepped back and the cool air hit the warm saliva he’d left behind on her boob. “Just because nobody has sucked them titties before don’t make you innocent.” He reached for her hand and set it on his groin. “You ever touch your boyfriends here?”

“No,” she whispered, her voice gone who knows where. He forced her hand to rub him through his sweatpants. He was so hard and big.
She cleared her throat.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong.”

“Don’t you want to see what you’ve been missing, sugar tits?” He took her hand and shoved it down his pants. His pubic hair crinkled around her hand and he stroked her fingers down his shaft. It was different than she thought it would be. Like steel encased in velvet.

He tipped his head back as if in ecstasy. “You know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

She tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was strong. So strong. All that stupid working out. “Tim, please let me go. You don’t want to make me do this.”

“Baby, you have been begging to do this for months. You prance around in your little tank tops and short shorts, wiggling your ass and bouncing your sugar tits in my face.”

“Not, that’s not true. You shouldn’t be looking at me like that. You’re my mom’s boyfriend.”

“You think I don’t notice you checking out my cock? Did you like watching me
come
the other night?”

She blushed even hotter. He knew about that?

“Do you listen to me fuck your mom and wish it were you? She loves my cock. She can’t get enough dick. I bet you’re just like her.”
Tim pulled her hand out and circled both her wrists in one powerful hand.
“I bet you worship my cock just like your mommy. You’re gonna love it, baby.”

She struggled.
“I don’t want this.”

“You wish y
ou didn’t want this, but
we
both know you do.” Tim backed her away from the sink and against the wall. He raised her arms above her head so her tits lifted and
he
pinned her hands to the wallpaper. “But don’t take my word for it. Let’s see what your pussy says, shall we?”

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