Birthday Plans
The tension in the car was incredibly thick all the way to the school. I don’t know that I breathed the whole ride. My mind was so preoccupied with what happened between us back at the house, that I drove on auto pilot all the way. She barely said good-bye, hopped out, and started walking before I could say anything. I’m watching her walk now and I’m raising my eyebrows at her dress that I’m just now noticing.
“Good God in heaven! What the fuck does she have on?”
Her white dress is little too snug for my taste as her father. But, I’m a sick and twisted pig as well, so I love it because my eyes are zoning right in on her hourglass shape. I’m watching her slow and sensuous gait as she puts one sandaled foot in front of the other. The white dress fits every single curve on her body to a tee. She doesn’t look like she should be going to school in that kind of dress. I don’t like that at all. Not as a lustful pig or her parent because of the attention she’s bound to receive.
“But goodness, could her ass be any more perfect?” Â
Groaning and continuing to gawk at her, I’m literally sucking in my breath watching her go up the steep steps. Her dress pulling taunt on her shapely bottom is driving me crazy with lust, jealousy, and confusion. The lust should be obvious. As disgusting as it is, I want her body all to myself. As a matter of fact, I wish I was ripping that dress off of her right now and doing things to her body that no father ever should with his daughter. The jealousy is because she’s wearing that to school around male teachers and boys. Lots of them. If I’m sitting here hard as titanium, then how will they respond?
I know. I’m a total fucking hypocrite. If I found out that my best friend, Michael was lusting after her, I’d kill him just for that alone! He’s forty-five years old and she is sixteen years old. I’d rip his heart out with my bare hands! Scratch that. I’d rip any guy’s heart out that was thinking the things about her that I am in this moment. Okay. Maybe not that far. But you get the point. I’m very jealous and I don’t want her body gawked at, unless I’m doing it! So yes, my hypocritical, unmitigated gall is flabbergasting. I admit it.
I sigh heavily as she continues to her make her way up the steps to go inside. I can see her best friend, Sarah greeting her and some boy that I don’t recognize. My hackles flare up and I want to throttle his skinny ass off those steps because of how slyly he’s looking at her. His fucking enthusiasm is a little too damn eager for my liking.
“Fuck. Would you listen to yourself ? You want to beat up a kid just because he said hello to her. Ugh. David Cohen shut the fuck up!”Â
She finally disappears with the rest of the kids into the school. I’m pulling off headed for home and ignoring my erection. I need to continue to mull over this situation. My confusion over all this is because I can’t reconcile the lust that I have for her. Even if she wasn’t my daughter, she’s still a teenage girl. A young, sixteen year old girl. All this bullshit about “young woman” is just that, bullshit. I don’t care that she’s old enough to have her fucking period. I don’t care that she’s ready to get behind the wheel of a car. I don’t even care that she’s got tits and an ass that makes her own father want to take her virginity. At the end of the day, she’s still just sixteen years old and should be off limits.
I do take solace in the fact that Marah is a good girl, though. She’s only kissed two boys and is still a virgin. She’s always been very open with me about boys and pretty much everything else, and thank God for that much. However, I’m also baffled because it’s odd for me to be jealous. I’ve just never been one to get jealous over anyone or anything. It’s simply not my style. But with her, I feel intensely territorial. Even worse, here I am threatening to rip another man’s heart out and throw a teenager down cement steps for the mere possibility of thinking of her in a sexual way. Yet, it’s what I’ve been doing constantly. I feel tormented and disgusted right now.
“And her! What the hell was she doing this morning? I mean she couldn’t possibly have been coming on to me, right? I still have no clue why she was even upset. I just don’t buy that it was her hair. Honestly, I don’t know what the heck happened in her room. She was obviously struggling with something, then very embarrassed when the towel fell. But, the look in her eyes in the living room was different, I think. My God, she looked like she wanted me to throw her down right in the middle of the floor and fuck her for goodness sakes! Could I have imagined that because it’s what I want? Okay. This is ridiculous. She wasn’t making any pass at you, David. She couldn’t have been. You are Daddy, that’s it. You are imagining shit because you are a sick fuck. It’s not her. It’s you and just you. You’ll just have to find a way to get over this obsession with her. Don’t make your problem, hers.”Â
Trying to resign myself to finding a way to stop these sick thoughts, I refocus on the road ahead of me. Letting out a long breath and gripping the steering wheel much tighter than necessary, I notice the tension in my shoulders. My erection has gone flaccid and not having a stiff one is helping me to concentrate on the road. I realize that I better move a little faster to meet the planner for this party. It’s Friday today and Marah’s seventeenth birthday party is this Sunday night.
*** Lori ***
I can see Lori Levenson on my front steps as I get closer to my house. Lori is the mother of Marah’s best friend, Sarah. Lori and I dated briefly a year ago, but mutually realized that we liked each other much more as friends. We ended our romance and have remained good friends. Honestly, I was just horny and wanted to bang her brains out back then. Over time I’ve found that her friendship means a lot to me. We try to look out for each other and our girls. Especially now, since Lori has become a single parent within the last five years. She and her ex-husband Tim separated a year before their divorce and it’s been very difficult on Sarah. Lori married and become a mother by the time she was twenty-three years old. She’s thirty-nine now and we’ve known them since they first moved to our street as a family over ten years ago. Lori was very attractive then and is now. Age has only made a small dent to alter her looks.
Gazing at Lori through my windshield, I’m observing that she’s wearing a floral, spaghetti strap, maxi dress that almost sweeps the ground. Her shoulder length blonde hair is pulled up today in an interesting top knot. It appears to be held in place with what looks like blue chop sticks. I gulp, as my eyes flick to her neck. She has a very delectable neck. I can remember kissing and sucking on it as she squealed in delight many times. Thinking of that makes my lower region stir.
“God, you are a pig today! Last thing you need to be thinking about is sex after this morning!” I rage in my head.
I pull all the way into the driveway and stop the car in front of the garage. Lori is waving and smiling brightly as I get out to greet her.
“Hey, You! I waited for you. How are you this beautiful morning?” Lori says, jovially.
I grin as I make my way over to her on the steps and say, “Well, I think I’m doing much better now that I see a beautiful goddess standing on my front step waiting just for me!”
Lori laughs loudly and tosses her head back. I try to be mature and not peak at her chest, but I lose that battle. My eyes shift to her double D breasts bouncing a bit as she laughs. And yes, they are real. I’ve licked, sucked, bitten, and handled them enough to know it. Her tits look like they want to pop out of the maxi dress and I can’t help but to lick my lips. I try not to be obvious about it once she stops laughing and starts talking about her “relaxing” walk over here. I nod and smile, but focus my thoughts on her body.
Lori is not petite by any stretch of the imagination. She’s probably at maximum weight for her five foot six inch frame, but it’s in all the right places. Her waist is soft, but trim, and her curvy shape is quite exaggerated. On another woman, it might look strange, but for her it works. She looks like she could have been an exotic dancer in another life working her way through college, but has now left her past behind, and settled into suburbia. Okay. In other words she looks a bit like a slut trying not to be one…as much.
Interestingly, she’s actually self conscious about her appearance as nuts as that seems. She may look like a slut, but she’s definitely not one. Her husband was the only man she’d been with before me. Initially, she had a very difficult time getting naked in front of me and I had to do a lot of coaxing to get her to relax. We fucked the first three times with her clothes on. I didn’t mind because it was actually pretty hot just easing up her dress or skirt, pulling her panties to the side, and getting a quickie before we had to pick the girls up from school.
But those times are over and really it’s for the best. But boy, those are good memories. Once Lori got more comfortable with the sex, she became a little firecracker in bed!
“David. For fuck’s sake. Stop with the sex already. Enough!” I admonish myself while deep in thought.
Lori snaps me out of my head.
“So I’m a goddess today, huh? That must mean someone needs me to rescue his sorry ass for this birthday shindig that’s coming up on Sunday like I do every year. And I can just bet he’s not even remotely close to being finished with planning it yet, right?” Lori asks with a smirk.
I scowl at her pretending to be very offended.
“For your information, this year I’ve got it all under control. The party planner is coming soon and the party will be fantastic. Thank you very much!”
She stops smirking and shrugs.
“Oh okay. So where is she ? I mean since clearly you have everything under control.”
Thinking Lori has a point, I look at my watch. It’s 9:25am.
“Fuck!” I exclaim.
Lori rolls her eyes and frowns.
“Don’t tell me. You forgot to call to confirm, right?”
I try to play it off, “Um no. No! I…I have someone coming. Definitely!”
“Oh well, great then! You don’t need me this year. I have errands anyway,” she says casually.
Lori walks past me and I watch as she heads toward the street.
I panic and start talking really fast, “Okay! Okay! I lied. I’m desperate. Please don’t go. Only thing I have planned is her theme and that was Marah’s idea. I need you. Please! I think I forgot to call the damn planner!”
Lori turns around and starts to howl in laughter bending forward clutching her sides.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! My sides hurt! I can’t stop laughing at your stupidity,” she teases.
She continues to laugh like this causing me to laugh with her because she has the funniest laugh that I’ve ever heard. Then just like that, she abruptly cuts it off, straightens up, and starts walking back toward me.
“Okay. Mr. Cohen, I’m in charge now. Let’s go in and get this party planned together so you don’t humiliate your daughter and by extension, my daughter. We don’t have much time, but I’m sure we can pull it off. I cannot believe you waited until the last minute again this year! This is her seventeen birthday! But, I have your number. You do this shit because you know I’ll help you. Next time though, there will be hell to pay. Do you hear me? You’re lucky that I don’t have to go into the salon today!”
I nod and reply sheepishly, “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Don’t get cute. Come on, hurry up,” she orders.
I move toward the door and let us inside. Lori walks past me to the kitchen and goes in the fridge. I don’t mind as Lori knows she’s absolutely free to treat my home like her own.
“Hey, you want me to fix breakfast or anything?” Lori asks.
“Nah, that’s okay. I had coffee. Can you fix me another cup, though? Fix yourself whatever you want in there.”
I hear her laughing and her call out, “Oh, believe me, I intend to do that anyway. I have to get paid in some manner for my services!”
I chuckle at Lori’s comment and set my keys down on the small cherry wood table behind the couch, I notice a small little red book that has nothing on the front. I flip it over and there is nothing on the back either. I think to myself it must be something that Marah forgot on her way to school. I started to put the book down, but my curiosity has gotten the better of me. I decide to take a brief look.
Flipping through the pages in the book I can see that it’s filled with Marah’s handwriting. I stop on what looks like a recent entry and proceed to read it.
Sunday June 2, 2013
He looked so good today! I wanted him inside me so bad that it was driving me ballistic all day. I think about sucking him off like a dirty little slut, constantly. UGH! I know that’s terrible and I shouldn’t be such a skeeze, but I can’t contain myself when it comes to him. It’s so frustrating because I know he’s scared. He’s scared of getting into trouble if someone was to find out we fucked. I don’t even care. I am willing to risk it. I just want to be with him so bad today, even more than usual. Yes, I know that if anyone found out, it would be big trouble for both of us. So it has to stay a secret from everyone. Even people that we love and care about the most. I have to find a way for us to be together and find a way to convince him, no matter what. I know it means risking everything, though. But, I’m in love and I can’t hide this anymore. I don’t care if it means we have to leave everything behind and just go away together. I just want to be with him and I’m going to make it happen. Somehow soon!
I stop reading because I instantly feel sick to my stomach. My brain can’t process anymore of it. Utter shock and pure rage grips me. An overwhelming sense of fear about losing my daughter is consuming me. My heart drops finding out like this that not only is my sixteen year old daughter involved with some guy that she’s never even mentioned to me, she lied about being a virgin. Now, I learn she thinks she’s in love and is planning on running away with him.
“Dammit! So this is why she wore that fucking dress to school. Showing off for him! Is she even at school? I wonder was it that skinny twerp that smiled at her this morning. Well, I got news for them, it’s not going to go on. She’s sixteen and this is outrageous! She’s busted when she gets home today! I yell inside my head, ready to explode.
I grip the book tighter and grit my teeth hard. I’m so lost in my feelings of hurt, anger, fear betrayal, and jealousy that I don’t even hear Lori come in the room.
“David, so about what time did you have in mind for the party to start?” Lori says, startling me.
“What ? Jeez! Fuck! What?” I snap, jumping and dropping the book clumsily.
Frowning, Lori says, “Whoa. Um, are you okay? Wow! What on earth is wrong?”
I blink quickly and scowl at Lori. Fuming with white hot rage, I opt not to answer her and bend down and snatch up the book. Standing up quickly I clench it tightly in my hands and leer at her.
“Goddamn it, Lori! Don’t you know better than to fucking sneak up on people like that? You almost gave me a goddamn heart attack! Announce yourself when you come in the damn room. I don’t like these stupid games you enjoy playing!” I roar at her, as I slam the book on the table.
Lori looks frozen in place with hurt and shocked eyes.
“I’m…um. David. I’m sorry. I wasn’t. I… I was just…I was just trying to ask what time you had planned to start the party is all. This wasn’t one of my jokes. Why are you this angry?” She says, shakily.
Hearing the wavering of her voice makes me realize how I just spoke to her. She didn’t deserve any of that and I feel instantly ashamed and apologetic.
“Lori, shit! I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
She continues to look at me stunned for a few moments, and then walks toward the kitchen. She returns with her purse and starts heading for the front door.
“Oh no. Lori, wait. Please. Come on. I’m sorry. Don’t go. You know you do not have to leave.” I plead with her.
I stand in front of the door and block her from leaving.
“David, get out of the way. I mean it,” she says, firmly in a very cross tone.
She tries to get around me and I refuse to move.
“No. Listen to me. Lori. You know that I didn’t mean to offend you in any way,” I tell her calmly and in as soothing a way as I can manage.
Unfortunately, I still sound a little edgy to my own ears. Staring at each other for a few beats doesn’t seem to help.
“I don’t care! I want to leave. How you spoke to me was uncalled for and you know how I feel about men yelling at me. After what Sarah’s father put me through which you know all about, no way! No way! Not even for you, David. So get the fuck out of the way. Now!”
I shake my head knowingly. Lori’s ex-husband abused her verbally all the time and slapped her a couple of times toward the end of their marriage. It’s one of the reasons why she’s insecure about her body and doesn’t date much. She’s made a lot of strides in that area though and has drawn a clear line that she will never tolerate abuse again. I respect that so much and I feel horrible that I made her feel back in that place again.
I try harder to speak softly.
“Lori, Come on. That’s not fair. You know me. Don’t put me in that category. I’m nothing like Tim. You know me better than that. Please. I’m truly sorry. I guess I was just startled. I don’t know why I reacted so strongly. Maybe I’m stressed. Yes, that’s it. I’m stressed about the party.”
Lori folds her arms and glares at me.
“Stressed about the party, huh ? Yeah. Well, I do know you, David. And I think that’s bullshit. First of all, you knew I was going to save your ass with this party like I do every year. So it’s not that at all. It’s more. Something is not right with you. I saw it on your face when you got here even through your fake smiles and compliments. As a matter of fact, you’ve not been yourself for a while now. David, tell me what’s going on or I’m leaving!”
I panic and search my mind as fast as I can to figure out something to say that would be plausible. Anything at all. I can’t tell her that I just found out that Marah thinks she loves some boy and is planning to run off with him. Or that I’m insanely jealous that some little idiot put his cock into my beautiful daughter first when I’m the one that wanted to have that unholy pleasure. I can’t tell her that the thought of losing Marah to anyone or anything kills me inside and makes me feel murderous. Obviously, I can’t tell Lori any of it. So what do I tell her? I can’t think of anything, because I’m so shaken up.
I come up completely blank. My heart is pounding and once again I feel anger bubbling up inside of me as I suddenly see a vision in my head. Marah’s naked body is laying under some boy as he fucks her in some cheap motel room in a town where I can’t find them. My chest starts to hurt, but I ignore it. I have to rectify this situation with Lori and worry about other things later. Lori is more important in this moment. I can’t think of anything to say, so I grab Lori’s wrists and pull her into my body.
Holding her wrists to my chest, I whisper huskily, “Kiss me.”
She looks puzzled and tries to pull her wrists away, but I hold her tighter.
“David. Stop. What are you doing?” Lori challenges.
I look her in the eyes intently and repeat what I said, “Kiss me.”
“David. I am not about to…”
I let go of her wrists and wrap my arms around her tightly so she cannot escape. I kiss her passionately before she can continue her protest. I can feel her resist, but I keep on kissing her. She struggles a bit at first, but slowly I can feel her start to melt into it. As she does, I take advantage, and slip my tongue into her mouth. I caress her tongue with mine and then swirl it over hers. I switch to sucking on her tongue and work my hands up to the back of her neck and grip her there. My grip on her is very tight and I can feel her large breasts crushed against my hard chest, which makes me moan into her mouth.
My mind jumps to the memory of Marah’s smaller and younger breasts that I’d seen earlier this morning. I try to push the thought of how perfect and how different they are from Lori’s out of my mind. I kiss Lori harder and I feel her melt entirely into me as she grips my shirt with her finger tips. Which in turn only makes me think of how Marah dragged her soft finger tips across my back this morning and eased her hands down to my ass before I jumped back.
My cock is swelling and growing hard at lightning speed while thinking of Marah this way. Lori moans into my mouth this time as she continues our deep kiss, matching my tongue thrusting. I loosen my grip on her some, allowing her to slide her arms up and around my neck. I feel her curvy hips start to grind against my cock making it twitch as Marah’s smooth vee appears in my head. The very vee that I wish I was parting right now with any part of my body. My tongue, my fingers, my cock. Anything that would let me have access to her inside. I pull back from Lori’s mouth and swear.
“Fuck. I have to have you!” I rasp out, thinking of Marah.
Lori naturally believes that’s meant for her and says, “Yes, David. Fuck me, then. I want it. I want you.”
My cock is absolutely rigid now, as I think of Marah’s beautiful naked body and all the things I’d love to do to it. How I’d like to fuck her, instead. I see it clearly in my head, imagining vivid images of our limbs entwined together and sounds of her whimpering, gasping, and panting ring in my ears.
I try to wipe the images away by grinding with Lori and kissing her deeper and harder. Out of breath, I snatch back from our kiss and look down as her very prominent cleavage. I feel my cock lurch forward. I groan, and within a split second my hands are at her tits, pawing them. I start to pull the material of her dress down but note resistance from the spaghetti straps holding the dress up on her. With no hesitation, I proceed to rip the straps from the dress.
Lori gasps very loudly as she’s clearly shocked by what I’ve just done. But I don’t care. I pull the dress down to her waist. Eyeballing her bra, I reach around and tug at the hooks and undo them quickly. I snatch off her bra and toss it to the floor watching as her large tits bounce slightly. My brain shifts to the thought of ripping that tight fucking dress off of Marah that she wore today. I long to hear her gasp as I do it. Moaning deep in my chest, I think about it while starting to knead Lori’s swollen melons.
“Hmmm. God that feels so fucking good,” Lori says, in a voice dripping with desire.
I feel my cock starting to pulsate hard. Shaking my head, I try to focus on the fullness of Lori’s lush breasts, instead of the smaller golden tan ones that make me go crazy with forbidden lust. I hesitate with my kneading while trying to stay in the present.
“David, what’s wrong? I want you! Please don’t stop! I want this with you,” she says desperately.
Her tone worries me and I start questioning to myself if this is a good idea. I don’t want any drama or to hurt her.
“What the fuck am I doing? I can’t do this. What if she wants more than this and I can’t?”
Lori breaks through my thoughts, by easing one of her hands down my body, and splays her hand right in front of my jeans on my bulging hard-on. She begins to rub it forcefully.
“I want this inside of me. Deep inside. Fuck me with it,” she coerces, as she applies slight pressure on my shaft while continuing to rub.
She says and does this in a way that I would kill for Marah to say to me. But I immediately hate myself for not being able to control my mind from floating back there. I shouldn’t want that with Marah and I shouldn’t be doing this with Lori right now. What I should be doing is figuring out how to stop my sixteen year old daughter from running off with some boy that she’s failed to ever mention.
Once again, as I’m lost in thought, Lori suddenly eases her other hand down to my waist. She makes quick work of unbuckling my belt, getting the button undone, and my zipper down. Slipping her hand inside my jockey shorts she massages my cock firmly. I can’t help but moan and lean into her. Her hand feels incredibly good and I’m too much of a bastard to tell her to stop.
“Fuck, Lori!” I spit out as an intense sensation goes through me.
“Yes. Fuck, David. That is exactly what we are going to do. But this first,” she says to me seductively.
Lori sinks to her knees and tugs my jeans and jockeys down to mid thigh. Immediately, I feel her warm lips on my cock.
“Shit! Oh. Oh! Fuck!”
I can’t help but cry out as she starts to suck me deeply into her mouth. My stomach quivers and my cock jumps on her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Lori uses intense suction to expertly suck me very far back into her mouth making my knees buckle slightly. Sucking deeper, she takes me all the way to the back of her throat causing my whole body to twitch. Using her skilled mouth to work me faster, I brace myself by putting my hands on either side of her head. I grip firmly and lean back on the door.
“Hmmmm. Hmmm. Hmm. Hmmmmmm,” she moans hard on my cock.
The vibrations that her moans send through my cock cause me to curse and shiver.
“Goddammit! Oh God! Holy Shit!”
I groan, relishing the feeling of having my cock sucked so well. It’s been a long time and I am fully enjoying her oral performance. Forcing myself not to think about what I read or my shameful lusts and jealousy concerning Marah, I decide that I’m going to fuck Lori. What real harm can it do? We are two consenting adults. And at the very least, it will help me release some stress.
I realize that I better stop Lori from sucking me off. At the rate she’s going I’m close to blowing my load down her throat at any second. Pulling Lori’s head back, I carefully ease her off my cock and help to her stand up. While pulling my pants and underwear up, I look into Lori’s expectant blue eyes.
“Take your dress off, now!” I say harshly.
Without hesitation, Lori starts to push her dress down until it hits the ground around her feet and she’s standing in nothing but a pair of pink lace panties. I skim over her body with my eyes approvingly.
“Lori, go to my bedroom and wait for me,” I command her firmly.
She smiles and says, “Yes, Sir!”
Stepping out of her dress and flip flops, she turns and heads toward the steps. I watch her very well endowed ass jiggle in her pink panties as she bounds up the staircase. I wait until she gets all the way up and turns the corner. Only then, do I start to climb the steps already knowing what I’m going to do to her. Unfortunately, my mind keeps going back to Marah which is starting to piss me off. Anger and hurt wash over me again and I cannot seem to control it. I climb the steps faster. I feel like a primitive barbarian at this point and I’m more determined than ever to fuck Lori.
I desperately need to release all of this anguish, frustration, jealousy, lust, rage, confusion, and angst that I have built up inside me. I’m going to use Lori to do just that and I don’t give a fuck about anything else right now.
I start to stalk towards my bedroom.
***
TO BE CONTINUED in Chapter 4