I said my goodbyes to Madison and wished her a safe trip. It would be several months before I got to see her again and normally we would have made a much bigger deal of it, but my head was spinning with too much confusion to focus. I started walking back towards my house and felt tears welling up in my eyes. I was a terrible friend. Madison trusted me and I betrayed her by kissing her father. He might have initiated it, but I did nothing to stop it from progressing any further. I welcomed it. I told him I had a crush on him. I told him I was a virgin and practically begged him to be my first. If nothing else, there would be a few months before Madison got her first break and it would be a cooling off period for both of us. The spark he left on my lips and scorched into my soul was not going to go away easily, but I had to do everything in my power to ignore it.
Chapter 4: Erik
I crossed a line I never should have crossed. I let my dick do the thinking and those thoughts of Charley’s naked body just wouldn’t get out of my head. I had become the cliche perverted older man trying to seduce his daughter’s friends—not just any friend, but her best friend in the whole world. Charley was forbidden fruit. I would have taken her right there on the couch if Madison’s text message hadn’t interrupted us. If Charley had agreed to spend the night, I still wouldn’t have let common sense prevail. When I felt her pull away, it suddenly hit me in the face like a brick. I couldn’t do what I wanted to do, regardless of how beautiful she was or how much I wanted her. I just had to let it go. I had to forget her delicious curves, forget the kiss that nearly set me on fire, and forget how badly I craved her virgin pussy. It wasn’t fair to take something so precious from her when I had nothing to offer except my lust.
“Okay, Dad. That’s it.” Madison walked back into the house with a smile on her face. “I checked the oil and made sure all the fluids are topped off.”
“That’s my girl.” I smiled and walked over to her. “Be careful on the road. Do you need any money or anything?”
“Of course!” Her face lit up. “I could always use some spending money.”
“Yeah.” I chuckled and opened my wallet. “This is for emergencies. Use your debit card for anything you need at school. I put enough money in your account for you to buy gas and groceries for the semester.”
“Thank you, Dad!” She leaned in for a hug and then waved goodbye after she pocketed the money.
I walked to the door and watched her leave. It always stung my heart to see her go. I felt a twinge of worry in my stomach when I thought about Charley failing out of college. I hoped Madison would never go down that path. She only had two years of college left and she would be able to find a good job. I had slaved away when I was her age, saving every penny I could to give her a good life. Even without a college education, I had managed to get a decent job with the power company that transitioned into a desk job after ten years of climbing the poles. Her business degree would give her opportunities I never had. I walked back into the house and fixed a glass of sweet tea. It was strange hearing the silence of the house knowing Madison wasn’t going to come bursting through the door like a whirlwind with an emergency or a load of shopping. The first days after she left were always the hardest.
A WEEK OF WORK PASSED and as hard as I tried, I just couldn’t get Charley out of my head. Everything about it was so wrong, yet my thoughts wouldn’t give me a hint of peace. She even showed up in my dreams, ready to continue what we started on the couch. When Friday night rolled around and I walked into the house, I went straight to the liquor cabinet. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but there were times when the situation called for it. I poured some Jim Beam into a highball glass and sat down in my chair with my laptop. I was long overdue for some personal satisfaction and the one benefit of having the house to myself was not worrying about anyone walking in on me while I looked at some filthy porn. I was in the mood for something raunchy, so I loaded up a couple of my favorite sites and started scrolling.
I need a filthy little slut that looks nothing like Charley.
Blue eyes reminded me of Charley. Brown hair reminded me of Charley. Tits that were close to her size reminded me of Charley. Heart shaped asses reminded me of Charley. I growled angrily and sipped my bourbon as I kept scrolling. There had to be something I could use to fulfill my lust and jack off. I finally found a video that was labeled MILF and started it up. The woman was certainly hot and after I watched her touching her pussy for a little bit before the guy arrived, I felt my cock getting hard. My penis wasn’t throbbing so bad it hurt like it had when Charley had touched it, but my dick was coming to life. I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down, along with my boxers. A couple of strokes got my cock hard in my hand and the video rolled on as I moved my hand up and down the shaft. The man finally arrived in the pornography and the woman immediately wrapped her lips around his cock.
“Yeah…” I muttered. “Suck my cock.”
I tried to imagine the woman in the video’s lips wrapped around me but after a few long strokes up my le
ngth, the lips turned to Charley’s smoldering lips. I imagined the passion I felt from the kiss moving towards my cock with the same enthusiasm. The porn was a waste. My dick just didn’t want anything but Charley. I decided getting off was more valuable than my mental integrity so I just went with it. I imagined her exploring my cock with her tongue, caressing my balls and working furiously to make me cum. In my head, I watched every inch of my cock disappear into her throat and felt her hot tongue moving against the bottom. My cock started to throb and pulsate in my hand. It had been a really long time since I jacked off and my body was quickly building to a release. Each stroke of my hand was Charley’s lips moving up and down the shaft, begging with her tongue for me to unload my cum in her throat.
“I want to fuck you…” I moaned as I pictured the mound of her pussy that had been bent over in front of me while she changed.
I could have let myself finish in her mouth, but my mind was racing with the thoughts of her virgin pussy around my cock. I pictured us in bed together, our naked bodies moving against each other as I slid between her legs. I had never been with a virgin before, so I could only imagine how tight she would be. I was young when I knocked up Madison’s mother, but she was definitely no virgin. The women I had dated off and on since then had all been closer to my age, so they had given their cherry to someone long before they met me. It was rare for a girl to escape high school without having sex and making it through even a semester of college was a miracle. I pictured myself sliding into her pussy, squeezing my cock to try and simulate the tightness. I imagined her cherry popping on my cock, spreading her pussy wide enough to accommodate my girth. The imagery intensified as I kept pumping my cock and I reached for the towel because I could feel my balls tingling with an urgent need to ejaculate.
“I’m gonna cum inside you…” I growled as I started pumping my cock harder.
The fantasy was hardly reality, but it was the best I had. My hand started moving up and down my shaft so fast I was twisting in my chair, feeling the sensations sweep over my body. My head fell back against the chair and then I felt the first stream of cum rising up my shaft. I wrapped the towel around it and started to catch the milky white cum as it exploded from the head of my dick. My abdominal muscles rolled forward against the orgasm and I stroked it faster as more cum continued to shoot into the towel. The second my manhood was emptied onto the towel, I felt an enormous sense of relief come over me. My head spun a little bit from the mixture of my ejaculation and the bourbon. I closed my eyes and felt my cock returning to normal size as the last remnants of my cum oozed out of it. I wiped with the towel until it was completely dry and closed my web browser.
Simulated bliss. That is what my life has become.
Chapter 5: Charley
One week since Madison left. One week since the kiss. One week of going through life feeling like I was turning my back on something incredible. I started working and picking up extra shifts when I could. My environment was crashing around me. My parents hardly spoke to me. I could tell there was anger and hurt which hadn’t faded. If they would have just yelled at me, told me I was shit, and threw me out of the house, I would have understood. The disappointment was worse and living beneath it made me want to crawl under my bed and hide every time one of them passed my room. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t forget the kiss. I couldn’t forget the way it made me feel. Madison was all I really had in the world that made sense and if I lost her, I wasn’t sure I could go on. Having sex with her father would be betrayal. If she found out, she would never speak to me again. If I somehow damaged her relationship with her father—I couldn’t live with that thought.
The gorgeous man of my dreams will just have to stay in my dreams.
I finished work on Friday afternoon and found out my parents had decided to go out on a date. They didn’t tell me, of course, but they left a note in the kitchen on top of a pack of ramen noodles. They never went out—at all. I couldn’t remember the last time they went out to dinner or even watched a movie that wasn’t on Netflix or HBO. I wondered if they decided to just go out because of me. I wondered if I was so terrible that they couldn’t even stomach the thought of sharing a meal with me. I made my ramen in the microwave and walked down the hallway to my room. I ate dinner hunched over my laptop, flipping through social media. Madison was happy, getting settled into school for the new semester, and posting every detail online. All of the people I went to high school were either in college or married with children—some even had more than one child. I was the one stuck in the past, working the same job I had in high school, with no marriage proposal on the table, or education in my future.
I guess I’ll just read.
I picked up my Kindle and started looking through the Amazon store, trying to find something that would pique my interest. None of my favorite authors had released anything recently, so I started digging in the romance section where I normally found something to entertain me for a few hours. Every book I scrolled past somehow reminded me of Mr. Vance. Books about single fathers, men next door, and even some of the naughtier books made me think of him. I settled for a billionaire romance since he definitely wasn’t rich, but by the third page, I was already picturing Mr. Vance’s face on the main character. There was simply no way I could get him out of my head. I turned the pages, reading it pretty quickly, even though I couldn’t picture anyone except Madison’s father as the muscle-bound hunk that worked tirelessly to seduce the young woman he was interested in. My pussy tingled and I found my fingers moving down into my shorts.
“Oh God…” I muttered as my fingers moved closer to my clitoris.
It had been a while since I pleasured myself. The last two times had been after a night of drinking and I wasn’t even sure I climaxed—if I did, I didn’t remember it the next morning. When my fingers got to my pussy, I found it wet and practically gushing with desire for the man I couldn’t get out of my head. I rubbed along the inside of my labia a few times and then started pushing my shorts down. If my parents were out for the night, then there was no reason to masturbate silently under the covers with my panties on. I slid my shorts and panties to my ankles and kicked them off, spreading my legs wide as I moved my fingers back to my wetness. I hardly cared about the story anymore. All I could think about was the kiss and how close I came to losing my virginity to Mr. Vance. If Madison hadn’t sent her text message, I would no longer be a virgin. My pussy would have been his. My fingers played out the fantasy, moving down to the opening of my pussy and entering my tightness.
“You can be the first man to fuck me, Mr. Vance.” I whispered in a hushed tone, followed by a moan.
Call me, Erik. Words he never said played out in my head.