I stepped in the house to find my father sitting in the large armchair with a pipe in his mouth. My father wasn't really a smoker. He only did it when he was stressing, and most of the time it was because of me.
"It's nearly nine o'clock. Where have you been?" My father's baritone voice asked calmly. I knew this was only the calm before the storm. There would be a fight tonight, of that I was sure.
"I went out with a friend."
"Out with a friend? You're failing a class, Elisa! You should be home, studying."
"But daddy it's Friday. Besides how do you study for English? I've tried everything and I just don't—"
"Don't give me that load of garbage, Elisa!" My shouted as he stood from his chair. "You haven't tried! If you'd tried you wouldn't be failing!"
"Daddy I've got As in every other class! I got to extra help with Mrs. Cruikshank every day! Can't I get a break on Friday?"
"No! What Ivy League school is going to accept a student that can't even pass a simple English Class? They're going to think you are an idiot!" He fumed.
"You mean like you do?" I whispered.
"Well you haven't exactly proven it wrong," he mumbled.
"Reginald!" My mother's voice came from the kitchen telling my father that he'd gone too far, but it was too late. The damage had already been done.
I gasped and took off past him running up the winding wooden staircase and down the hall to my room. I slammed the door behind me locking it before I fell face first onto my queen sized bed. I heard my father's footsteps follow behind me and I knew he was standing outside my door. "Elisa, I didn't mean it that way," he whispered through the door. "Honey just open the door," he urged me, but I knew he was only acting this way because I had locked my door. As soon as I opened it he'd go right back to calling me an idiot. "Elisa Evelyn Winston you open this door right now!" There was the real daddy. "Elisa!" I ignored him knowing he would go away in a couple of minutes. A few seconds later I heard him stomping down the stairs telling my mother he was going to get my door taken off. How many times had he threatened that? Fact of the matter was I was a girl and my father would not be able to handle me with no door on my room. If he saw the underwear I wore he'd flip his lid, and he knew it.
I pulled my phone from my school bag and texted Marcus. 'Home safe. Thanks for tonight, it was great.'
A few seconds after I hit send, my phone buzzed with his reply. 'Glad you enjoyed it. I know I did.'
I smiled shooting back, 'Oh so u like being with me, huh?'
He simply sent back the winky face, ';).' I spent the rest of the night texting him nothing sexual in our conversation at all, just talking. He was so funny when he loosened up, and so easy to talk to. I told him about how my dad went off on me when I walked in the door. It took him a while to respond to that and I wondered if he had gotten bored with me. I'd just about given up on a response when my phone started ringing. 'End of Time' by Beyoncé started echoing from my cell telling me I was getting a phone call. Odd, I thought. When I looked at the caller ID I saw it was from a restricted number. I debated whether or not to answer it, but my curiosity won out and I picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Are you okay?" Marcus' sexy voice caressed my ear drum like silk.
"Marcus?" I asked not really sure why I was questioning it. I knew good and got damn well who had called me.
He chuckled, "yes, baby."
He called me baby! "Sorry I just wasn't expecting you to call me, but you're just full of surprises today aren't you?" I smirked to myself.
"Since our date was cut short I wanted to hear your voice again. And I wanted to see if you were alright. You and your dad had a fight?" He sounded so concerned that it melted my heart.
"Yeah, but it's fine. We get into it every other day."
"That's terrible."
"Yeah well that's us. I strive to be perfect and nothing is ever good enough for him. If we're not fighting about my grades then it's about my clothes. God the day he found one of my thongs in the wash he almost imploded."
"Well if my daughter dressed quite as provocative as you do I might chain her up in the basement." He laughed at his own joke. I didn't laugh with him.
"Don't tell me you think I dress like a whore too."
"No, but it's hard for a man to accept his baby girl is out doing... well what we do."
"Fuck you, Marcus," I snapped trying to conceal the humor in my voice, and failing.
"Mmm, yes please..." He growled.
"Perv," I giggled trying not to get turned on by how low his voice was.
"Only for you, baby." I heard him rustling the phone for a second before he spoke again. "So tell me then," he paused for a bit, "what are you wearing?" I took this opportunity to then strip out of my private school uniform and crawl under my covers.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Oh you tease..." I could tell he was smirking even over the phone. "Have you ever had phone sex before, Ellie?"
"Yeah, but it didn't do anything for me."
"That's because you've never done it with me..." His voice was so seductive that just talking to him was making me wet.
"And how would it be different with you?"
"I can articulate very well. And I'm not all talk." His voice grew even huskier. "I can actually back up what I say." Fuck, this man...
"Oh really?"
"Is your door still locked?"
"Mhmm," I purred.
"Good. When was the last time you played with that little pussy?" I felt my panties grow wetter just hearing him talk about my pussy.
