“You just bring it out in me, little girl. Now, if you’ll excuse me, your father is waiting for me naked in our bedroom.” It made me cringe to think that my father even had sex. “I suggest that you put on some noise canceling headphones, because TODAAAY…it’s going to get loud.” She knew as well as I did that the wing of the estate that they were in was practically sound proof. She was just needling me for the sake of trying to get underneath my skin.
“You’re disgusting, but you are good for my father. I know that you love him and that’s pretty obvious from the way that you look at him. I’m sure that you never imagined that you were going to have a stepdaughter. All we can do is try to coexist and get along for his sake. We don’t have to like each other, but we can learn to live with each other. It’s been a year. I’m doing what I can to stay out of your way and I suggest that you do the same thing for me. If we continue to go at it like this, eventually one of us is going to get hurt and it’s not gonna be me.” She shook her hand at me like she was scared and she whistled a happy tune going down the hallway with her purse swinging back and forth.
I was not much for social interactions and my best friend Helena was exactly the same way. I could make friends and I could fake it with the best of them, but I didn’t have to put on airs when I was around Helena.
I picked up his dirty underwear and I could smell his manly musk. I was tempted to move it closer to my nose, but that would have been taking things a little bit too far. I tossed them into laundry basket along with other pieces of clothing that probably could’ve stood up on their own.
I found a pile of clean clothes and I put them back where they were supposed to be. I couldn’t understand how anybody could live like this. I did find a couple of pieces of old discarded pizza underneath the bed and the dresser. It was a wonder they didn’t attract small wildlife or ants. This would’ve been a great breeding ground for cockroaches. The very idea of anything creepy and crawly made me tremble and not in a good way.
I found his collection of memorabilia from Michael Jackson. It made me smile to think that he was actually into the most charismatic man that had put on a white glove. His death hit me hard and I could tell that we had at least one thing in common. I looked around and found an honest to goodness record player. I slipped the LP of thriller out of its jacket and put it on. I could hear his voice ring out like he was still alive.
I continued cleaning, but there were times I stopped to immerse myself into the words of Beat It and Billie Jean. I caught myself in the world of a lost legend that had left us all too soon.
I finally noticed that it was 11:15PM and he was already 15 minutes past his curfew. It didn’t matter. He could do practically anything he wanted. He could walk on water in the eyes of his mother and my stepmother Allison. My father wanted desperately to forge of relationship with Anthony, but it was still a work in progress. I had this funny feeling that he wanted the son that he never had. He might’ve been trying a little bit too hard and maybe backing off and letting Anthony come to him would be more his speed.
I saw an old sweater with his school mascot on the front. I had no idea where to put it, so I had to search the dresser. I opened one and I gasped at seeing a pile of panties. At first, I thought that he was a kinky little pervert that liked to wear women’s clothing. Then it dawned on me that these were trophies from past conquests. I couldn’t believe that he had the gall to keep their underwear, as some personal souvenir. It was most likely his way of looking at each individual one and putting a name to who wore them.
I couldn’t even bear to touch any one of them and I closed it gently and walked back out into the hallway. I was going into my room, when I heard laughter. I closed my door, but not far enough that I couldn’t see through a crack. This blond with the kind of rack that looked fake was all over him. She was pulling at the button to his pants. I knew that his night had just gotten a whole lot better.
Chapter three
I heard them stumbling around. “Come on, Serena. You and I both know that this is what you wanted. This is what all you girls want from me and how am I supposed to refuse.” Amazingly, the walls were paper thin. The one place that made it easy to hear everything was lying on my floor right by the ventilation system to the air conditioning. “I know that you’ve been asking around about me. There’s no reason to deny it. I’m a little flattered that you would go to all this trouble to get me into bed.”
“I’m a little embarrassed, but I’m also too fucking horny to lie about anything. I know what you’re packing and the girls talk. I need to see it.” I heard the desperation in her voice. It kind of reminded me of myself. “Just let me look at it and maybe touch it a little. I don’t know if I want anything more than that, but I’m sure that you can convince me otherwise. I know that you’re excited and the bulge in your pants tells me everything that I need to know and more. I’m just not sure how it’s possible that you could possess something like that. It has to be an allusion, but the proof is in the stories that I have been told over and over again.”
I grabbed two of my pillows and the Scooby Doo stuffed animal. I lie back against the wall with my hands traveling up and down my body. This wasn’t the first time that I had done something like this and it wouldn’t be the last. There were too many times that I had awakened in the morning for school looking like some kind of zombie from the apocalypse. I’d stayed up most of those nights listening to him carousing with one female or another. There wasn’t much said, but this time a conversation was needed to push things along.
“I know that this has been a fantasy of yours for quite some time, Serena. By all means, I am pretty much an open book. Take what you want. There’s no reason to be shy and I’m sure that it’s not the first one that you’ve ever seen one. It might be the first one of this size, but I don’t know that for sure. Only you can determine that for yourself.” I heard her gasp and no doubt he did the same thing that he did to me on several occasions. He liked to make me feel uncomfortable by flexing that piece of pipe between his legs.
“It almost seems like it’s alive. Let me get more comfortable, so that I can see it up close and personal.” I could already envision her on her knees and hear the zipper of his pants being pulled down. “I don’t even have it out of your underwear and I still can’t believe the size. This thing could choke a horse. I’m not even sure if I’m capable of even wrapping my hand around it.” I had my hand lingering on the waistband of my panties. They were already soaking wet and the very thought of him touching her made me live through her eyes.
“By all means, pull down my underwear and see it like all the others have. I hope that you’re not thinking that this is going to be something long-term. I’ve never promised any girl anything of the sort and I’m not going to start now. You can either take it for what it is, or you can leave the same way you came. Before you make your decision, I want you to remember all those stories that you’ve been told and know that each and every one of them is the truth. I’m not only capable of making you squeal all night long, but I can also do it with more than just my cock.” That was high praise and stroking his own ego made him appear ugly in my eyes.
“You are a college football star and I know for fact that the Minnesota Vikings are ready to sign you to a deal for a multimillion dollar contract. I don’t know how far we are going to go here tonight, Anthony. I guess we’ll just take it one step at a time.” This was the first time that I’d heard anything remotely concerning a contract. It appeared that he was keeping this very hush hush and maybe I could use that secret to my advantage.
“Not so loud. My family doesn’t know and I’m not going to tell them, until I know something for sure.” I heard his intake of breath and then what sounded like somebody spitting. “I guess you’re not exactly a stranger to giving a hand job. You can certainly start with that, but I’m going to want a lot more. If you expect to stay then you need to show him something. I’m not saying that to scare you, but I do have a reputation that I want to live up to.” He was not pressuring her, but he was making it abundantly clear that he was not going to waste his time on tire kickers.
“I can’t even wrap my hand all the way around it. The head looks so damn big that I’m not sure that I can even fit it in between my lips.” My mind was conjuring up the image of something that I had seen on the Internet. The porn star there was quite famous and packing quite the salami. I was thinking that this was what Anthony had. My hand was inside my panties and I could feel the sopping material against my fingertips. I pushed one finger in and bit my tongue to stop myself from making any sort of noise. The only way that I was going to get away with this was if nobody caught me in the act of self stimulating.
“I’m sure that you can take just the tip.” I wasn’t sure she was going to buy that, but I probably would’ve had I been in her position. There was no telling what I would do if I was given the least bit of a chance to be with him. I had this need and desire and each day it was building, until I was practically going crazy with the idea of having him slipping it to me in the darkness.