First Times： Nine Tales of Innocence Lost(37)

“You are,” I agreed.

When we were done, Brad was lying on the bed. He managed to roll face up and lay on his back.

“Don’t leave me,” he said.

Vera sighed. “If you’re a good boy, I might untie you. Do you want to cum, Brad?”

“Yes,” he pleaded. “I’ll do whatever you want, honey. I love you.”

“I know,” she said. “Here.”

She lubed up her hand, grabbed his cock, and jerked him like she was starting to light a fire. It took less than a minute before she wrapped her hand around the tip of his shaft and caught his orgasm in her hand. She gripped him hard, until the seed was running down her palm. Then, she smeared it on his chin and lips.

“There, that’s a good boy. Tell me how much you love me.”

“Baby, I made a mistake. I’ll do whatever you want, you can fuck me with the toys.”

“I know I can, but I’m not going to.” She toweled off her hand. “Camilla, give him our last toy.”

Grinning, I dropped the folder on the bed, as she scooped up his car keys and tossed them to me.

“You’ve been served, honey.”

She took my hand and we walked out of the hotel room together.

“Wait!” he cried. “Baby, I love you, come back, I’ll do whatever you want-“

She closed the door and kissed my cheek.

“How long are we going to leave him in there?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. Let’s go get something to eat.”

I got in her car and tossed my stupid bunny ears out the window as we drove away.





Jessica





I feel terrible for what I’ve done, but not for what I did.

My sister and I have always had a complicated relationship. She’s ten years older than I am, and for most of my life she was more like my mother than my older sister. When she got married and moved out of the house, I was only sixteen years old. After that, things were tight. Dad was almost forty when I was born and I knew if I stayed home I’d be a burden on him as he worked for his retirement. As I grew older we drifted apart, and when he started dating again he had even less time for me.

So, when I enrolled in college, I talked to my sister and made an arrangement to move in with her and her husband.

My belongings fit easily in the back of my car. I had a little hatchback I’d bought after saving and saving, working all through the school year and two jobs in summer. I had some clothes, some knickknacks and pictures and mementos, and my laptop. Barely enough stuff to fill the back of the car.

It was about an hour drive. I could have lived on campus, but the way things worked out I’d save so much money on student loans that it wasn’t really an option. If I lived with my father while I took classes, the gas would kill me.

Lilly’s house was the perfect solution, and she had an extra room. She and her husband Todd were doing really well. She’d climbed the ladder in the finance department in the bank where she worked. I was going into business school and hoped she’d help me network and land a job. Todd as a software engineer who made a killing after he quit his day job to work at home writing apps. He wrote one that’s on, like, everybody’s phone. Lilly told me that he brought in more in a month than she made all year.

Part of me resented her for not helping out with our father, just a little, but they’d never been on good terms. She always resented him for relying on her to play homemaker while I grew up. That’s another story, though.

When I first arrived they were both waiting for me. Lilly was all smiles and hugs.

“Hey kid,” she said. She always called me kid. “Long time, no see.”

Standing in her driveway in the sweltering heat, I reflected on how much they’d both changed. She looked like Mom, and I’d never say it out loud, but Todd looked a lot like Dad. He had that breezy air to him he always had, dressed in a loose fitting polo shirt and shorts and tank tops. At a reunion   a couple of years ago he told me that he’d thrown away all his suits once he had an app take off and he knew he would make it.

He looked a little startled to see me.

“Jessica,” he said. “Look at you, all grown up.”

Lilly snorted. Todd turned red and quickly started carrying my stuff into the house. I joined in, but he put his head down and ended up lugging half the boxes up to my bedroom. It really should have been called an apartment. It had everything but a kitchen, even my own bathroom.

I knew Lilly wanted kids. She told me, and it was obvious from this house. The two of them didn’t need a place with five bedrooms, a huge modern McMansion with all the granite countertops and cathedral ceilings money could buy. Todd needed his office but Lilly’s bedroom was obviously just there to occupy the space until it was turned into a nursery.