Big Men of the House(26)

The last thing I wanted was to do that with him again. “Sorry but I have to get home. School night,” I reminded him.



“Oh come on! Just one more time!” he begged.



Then a thought crossed my mind: if I didn't tell him how bad he was, he'd go through life disappointing all the women he came across. It was my duty to tell him to save all the others.



“I'm sorry David, but I'm going to have to end things,” I stated plainly.



“What the fuck are you talking about?!”



“The sex just isn't that great.” I was as calm as can be. Breaking up with guys was never fun but it was getting easier and easier.



“Fuck you! Get out of here! You'll be back, begging to suck my dick.”



“Not likely, it would take me too long just to find it,” I said as I walked out of his bedroom and closed the door. I could hear him screaming at me from inside his room but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I didn't care anyways. My quest for a real man continued.



I walked outside and immediately realized I didn't have my car. David had picked me up and taken me to his house. There was no way in hell he was going to drive me home after that breakup. I thought about calling my stepdad to pick me up but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of helping me.



My mom married Lucas only a few months ago and he was already trying to be a father-figure to me. I really didn't appreciate this stranger coming into my house and telling me what to do. We had already gotten into a ton of arguments ever since he moved in. I just couldn't stand being around him. It didn't help that he would always stare at me for long periods of time. I could tell he was just picturing me naked in his head. What a pervert.



I walked the rest of the way home, dreaming about what college guys would be like. They had to be more experienced, right? All I could do was wait for graduation and move out of this hell hole. I arrived at the driveway to my little white house and I stared at it. I didn't feel like going home. Maybe I should've stayed at David's. Remembering his micro penis, I shook my head and went inside.



The house was eerily quiet and every creak under my feet echoed throughout the house. I didn't have a curfew but I still didn't want my parents knowing what time I came home. I sneaked into the kitchen for a midnight snack. I opened the fridge, letting the light bathe me. I grabbed a banana that was browning and closed the door.



I jumped out of my skin when I saw the outline of my stepdad sitting at the dinner table. “Holy shit! You scared the hell out of me!” My chest heaved up and down. My heart was racing a mile a minute. “Were you just sitting there the whole time!?”



“Where have you been?” he asked in a slightly angered tone. “You're way past curfew, again.”



“You guys never cared before. Why do you care now?” I sneered.



“Breaking curfew once or twice isn't a big deal. But when it's every single night, then we see that you have no respect for our rules.”



“Whatever, you're not my stepdad anyways. You can't tell me what to do.” I crossed my arms over my chest. Lucas was visibly hurt by my words and I immediately regretted what I said.



“You're going to do as I say and you're going to like it, little girl! As long as you live here, you're going to follow my rules. Now, go to your room! You're grounded until your mother and I say otherwise!” Lucas's face was as bright as a tomato.



“Fine!” I stormed upstairs like a hurricane, pounding my feet on the ground. I slammed my door shut and sat down on my queen bed, huffing and puffing. I was furious at him, my face flush with rage. How could he treat me like that? He wasn't even my real father! I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I looked over at the clock; it read 2 o'clock in the morning. I only had four hours until school started. I got undressed and slipped under the covers.



I turned off the lamp on the nightstand and lay down. I was still reeling after my argument with my stepdad. I tried to close my eyes but I was too wired. I didn't see myself getting much sleep that night. I had to get my mind off of him or else I'd be up until dawn. I knew there was only one surefire way to get myself to fall asleep. My time with David earlier didn't exactly leave me satisfied. I pictured him on top of me, shirtless and pushing his cock inside of me.



My hand traveled south under the covers until it reached in between my legs. I was already moist and the initial rush of pleasure felt fantastic. I gently rubbed my clit around, imagining David plowing me. Then images of his tiny penis infiltrated my fantasy. I remembered how terrible he was and the feeling of ecstasy was quickly fading. Even though David had a terrific body, he was endlessly disappointing in bed.