Chapter 9
Rick
“Fuck,” I curse into my beer. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Who are you talking to?” my buddy Hank asks while taking a seat next to me at the bar. “You look like a fucking lunatic. Should I get you some Prozac? Lexapro? Or maybe some Ozempic. That stuff seems to cure anything these days,” he says in a dry tone.
I shake my head because Hank is actually Dr. Henry Luke, plastic surgeon. I expect he sees a lot of fucked up shit at his office, including scarecrows who want to lose even more weight through this “miracle drug.” But I shake my head.
“Naw, I’m just talking to myself. Hell, maybe I have gone insane,” I grimace.
“Then you don’t need a beer, you need antipsychotics,” Hank smirks. “Let me know if you want a scrip. I got you, bud.”
I snort because this dude and I have been friends for years.
Decades, even, but he’s still the same asshole I met in college.
Hank is handsome and domineering, with a fucked-up sense of humor.
It’s even worse now because the dude’s an M.D.
and has access to some real hard-core shit that can make you think you’re floating in space, or numb you to the point where you could amputate a limb and never feel a thing. It’s fucking unreal.
But today, I’m consumed with my own problems and stare moodily into my drink as Hank motions to the bartender.
“Whiskey on the rocks,” he orders. “Thanks, bud. So what’s up?” he asks, clapping me on the shoulder again. “Why the need for Dr. Hank this evening? Spill it,” he smirks. “I’m here to solve your problems.”
“I don’t think you can solve this one,” I rasp moodily.
Hank grins.
“You never know. Shoot.”
I stare at my beer again but then begin talking.
“So I’m fucking my ward. Yeah, I have a teenage girl staying at my house, and I’m fucking her.”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Hank says, holding both hands up, palms out. “Slow down. Where the fuck did she come from? How the hell did you get a woman under your roof?”
I shrug uncomfortably, a harsh stain darkening my cheeks.
“It’s a long story but basically, her mom was my personal secretary.
Sally passed, and asked me to look out for her daughter.
It’s not a formal legal arrangement or anything like that because Jenna’s already eighteen.
But yeah, she’s living with me while she finishes high school, and I’ve been fucking that tight, teenage body every night. ”
Hank stares at me, silent for a moment, but then begins laughing. He lets out giant whoops of mirth, practically crying as he doubles over the bar.
“Are you for real? So you’re fucking a hot teenage girl, and you’re complaining about it? What the fuck is wrong with you, my man? Most guys would give their right arms to be you.”
I shoot him a disgusted look.
“Did you not hear what I said? Her mom trusted me. Left her daughter in my care, even. And look what I’ve done!
I’m using the sweet young thing’s three holes, day in, day out, for hours.
There were even mornings when I didn’t let Jenna go to school because I wanted more time in her pussy.
So do you see how fucked up this is? How I’ve completely violated a dead woman’s trust?
How I’m screwed in the head, and how I’ve fucked up on a million different levels? ”
Hank is still wiping tears from his eyes.
“Yeah, you’re an asshole but you’ve always been one, so what’s new?
I mean, for real my man, when did you ever care about other people?
Or have any morals? I understand this woman was your secretary, but she’s dead and gone.
Even if she were still alive, would it make a difference?
My guess is that you’d still be fucking her daughter non-stop. ”
“It would make a difference,” I say, stung. “For your information, I’m not a heartless dumbfuck. Other peoples’ opinions matter.”
“You could have fooled me,” Hank says in a wry tone before taking a long pull from his drink.
“I mean, I’ve known you for a long time, and you didn’t give a shit when you fucked that one lady professor in the hallway.
What was her name again? Anne Coleman or Codman or Coley?
Damn, she was a hot MILF who lost her job because the department head saw your shenanigans, right?
But you didn’t give a fuck that Professor Coleman was out of a job.
That was her life, and her problem to manage. ”
“That was thirty years ago,” I say stiffly. “When we were undergrads.”
Hank shrugs, still smirking.
“Yeah, but you haven’t changed, my man. You fuck ladies left and right, and then discard them afterwards.
You haven’t been in a serious relationship in decades, and why would you?
Pussy practically throws itself at you, so why go out looking for strange when it’s already smacking you in the face?
How does it taste, by the way?” Hank asks, his blue eyes agleam.
“Does that cunt taste like cheese or fish? It’s always one or the other. ”
I shoot him a disgusted look.
“You’re a fucking douche, you know that?”
“That I am,” my bud says in a pleased tone.
“But take it from me because you’re overthinking shit, bud.
I get that you’re this girl’s guardian, but it’s not even real.
You didn’t sign an agreement, and now, she’s eighteen.
So yeah, the mother is dead, and the daughter is safely in your bed, creaming and moaning every night with your big dick jammed up in her pussy.
What’s there to complain about? Is her twat not tight enough?
You know these young girls go loose at an early age sometimes—”
I go rigid.
“Jenna’s pussy is insanely small, and I’m not complaining,” I say in a stiff voice. “Snowflower is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and she’s sweet, smart—”
“Snowflower?” my friend cackles, practically crying with laughter now. “Are you shitting me? What’s next? Are you going to get a ring and knock her up? You, Richard Purdy, asshole extraordinaire? Now this, I have to see.”
I get up because obviously, Hank is no help. He’s too fucking crude to listen because all he thinks about is pussy and ass. Maybe it’s because he’s a plastic surgeon, so his business literally is pussy and ass. But still, this is obviously pointless, and I turn to leave.
“Hey, I’m sorry my man,” Hank says, clapping me on the back again.
“It’s my fault. Here, I’ll tell you what I think in a nutshell.
You feel guilty for boning some woman’s daughter, but you shouldn’t because one, she’s of legal age.
Two, a woman is always someone’s daughter.
We’re all someone’s son or daughter. Three, said woman is now dead, so she wouldn’t know, and you’re worrying about someone who’s six feet under.
Four, if you really want to alleviate your conscience, then you should talk to said Snowflower and get her opinion. Have you thought of that?"
My shoulders slump.
“I have,” I say in a despairing tone. “But I feel like I’m overwhelming her.
I mean, let’s be real. Jenna’s a young, innocent girl, whereas I’m a forty five year old hardened alpha male who’s been fucking longer than she’s been alive.
She doesn’t know tip from tail, and especially not now that she’s enjoying her first dick. ”
Hank goes silent with respect then.
“First dick?” he echoes. “Fuuuuck, that must be unreal.”
“Yeah,” I say in a glum tone. “I popped Jenna’s cherry, so she’s floating on Cloud Nine. I mean, can any woman think straight when she’s dick-whipped like this? She practically starts creaming when I come within twenty feet of her.”
Hank shrugs.
“So she’s got a horny cunt, which is a good thing, my man.
Count your lucky stars. But yeah, I don’t know about the ‘thinking clearly’ thing.
I stuck with my first girlfriend for way too long because of the sex.
What can I say? I love getting my knob wet.
But that’s neither here nor there,” Hank says.
“You’ve got to talk to your Snowflower, my man.
Let her know about your guilt, and then see what she says. ”
“What if she says she hates me?” I ask sardonically. “What do I do? Kick her out? Re-locate myself to a hotel?”
“I guess so,” Hank shrugs. “But in the meantime, hang in there, my friend. I realize I’ve been an unhelpful prick throughout this conversation, but de-virginizing a young woman comes with a lot of responsibility. You owe her this talk.”
“Don’t I know it,” I say in a gloomy tone while paying the tab. “Thanks, bud, for your thoughts. Appreciate the company.”
Then, I stalk out of the bar and into the chilly night.
I was somewhat rude to my friend just now but Hank doesn’t care because we’ve known each other too long to quibble over stupid stuff.
The problem is that my current quandary isn’t stupid, at least not to me.
Sally May entrusted me with her daughter, and I’ve betrayed that trust. Not only have I violated Jenna, but I have the young woman on her knees, with her mouth open while begging for my dick.
I have the young girl climaxing hard as she rides my cock, with no opportunity to catch her breath when I pull it out and push it into her ass in the next stroke.
In short, Jenna’s young, innocent, and na?ve, and I’ve taken advantage of her.
Even if I were to ask her about her thoughts, would she answer me straight?
Is she able to even think straight between all the orgasms?
You have to at least try, the voice in my head says grimly as my driver pulls up to the curb. She might be addled right now, but it’s the least you can do.
My conscience is right, and I have to have this talk with Snowflower. After all, although I couldn’t admit it to Hank, I’m falling in love with the young woman … and it’s actually my heart on the line.