My name is Jonathan and I am a professor of history.
I teach at a small reputable private college in New England, and have done so for the last 5 years. In my former life I actually worked for a political party in a neighboring state, and had risen pretty quickly up the chain of command, until I felt that the political life was taxing my health and my family life.
We had an urban lifestyle and as middle age approached I felt like it was tearing my family apart. I was always at cocktail parties and receptions, and I can't say that I never took advantage of my position in those situations, if you know what I mean. It just wasn't working out for me and my wife. We never made love and we were constantly arguing. I put on weight and I was feeling depressed. My wife Bea was miserable, taking care of our two infant children.
In a moment of familial clarity, we decided to pack it up and move up to my wife's hometown so she could be closer to her family, in particular her sister, who had just gone through a really messy divorce and was raising her daughter. Our new town was really nice and refreshing. My family fell into outdoor activities like hiking and rafting, and I loved bicycling and raising my kids. Our sex life also was reborn, and we spent cozy winter evenings inside enjoying each other's bodies. In essence I was happily married and glad we made the choice to leave the city and find a little inner peace.
The only thing that seemed to break that piece was my niece, Naomi. Naomi was now about 18 years old, but when we moved to town she was only ten, and already she was, as the relatives said, "troubled."
Her mother, Rose, worked long hours, and so Naomi had to spend a lot of time alone. Her father had left the family when she was quite young, and so she was tormented by the chronic absence of adult supervision. When she younger she was already wearing loose fitting clothes, and sitting suggestively and hanging out with older boys.
I just found her precocious sexuality annoying at first and tried to not give her any of the attention she craved. I thought that if I denied her that attention I could teach her that she was worth more to society than just somebody's sex toy.
Of all the men in her life though I assumed the most fatherly role. I kept tabs on her school work and tried to be her friend and listen to her problems. But I had to say it was hard when she would insist in wearing skimpy clothing and sitting on my lab.
She even tried a few times - and I kept this secret from my wife and sister-in-law- to pass on me. I would be tutoring her and on a few occasions she looked into my eyes searching for a kiss. And on one evening she reached down and grabbed my dick. And I mean she grabbed it and held it and grabbed it again.
I was totally shocked when this happened. I didn't know how to discipline her for that, so I wrote it off as pubescent curiosity. Still, the way she acted - constantly fighting with her mother and peers, always dating older boys - really pissed me off, and I, knowing how perverted it was, thought about disciplining her sexually a few times while I was alone masturbating. I felt immense guilt for it, but thought that, if it was just a thought and not a reality, it wouldn't do anybody any harm.
As Naomi got older she really started to blossom into a young woman. We all knew she would be spell bindingly hot and that that would mean a lot of trouble for us adults. My wife Bea was always trying to put some sense into her, but instead of helping, her criticism just made things worse. Naomi would come home from parties drunk and stoned, and in recent months my sister-in-law, Rose, caught her in bed with a senior at the local high school.
I heard all the gory details, about how Rose came home early from her job to catch her young daughter sucking a local jock's cock - in her own mother's bed no less. The little slut had even yelled at her mother and told her not to disturb her.
Things were really getting out of hand. So when my wife Bea called me one evening after I had spent a lot of time at the office grading tests, and said that I should go across town and pick Naomi up from a college party on campus, I knew what I was getting into.
I found the address, on frat row, pretty easily, and went scouting amongst all the inebriated jocks and, well what else could you call them?, sluts that were getting beer from the kegs in the back of the house.
Finally, in the corner, our eyes met. Naomi was standing there in a circle of friends drinking beer from a plastic cup. I approached her casually, as not to embarrass her. She was wearing a tight black tank top and a short accessible skirt. She had a wild mane of blonde hair and was wearing a significant amount of make up.
"You should come with me," I said to her quietly.
"I can take care of myself," she scoffed back to me as we held our quiet vigil in the back of the party.
"Your mother is worried about you," I said. "You are coming home with me now."
"No..." She said back forcefully. "I can take care of myself."
"Look, do you want to get grounded again?" I asked, trying to reason with her in terms that she could understand. "You are constantly in trouble. If you come home late again, your mother's going to kick you out."
She finally gave in and agreed to come with me. She walked silently to the car as I led the way, and she slid into the passenger seat of my little sportscar - my "midlife crisis gift to myself" I called it - stinking of perfume and alcohol and attitude.
"So..late night again," Naomi said to me in a nasty, bitchy tone. "Guess you've had a hard day fucking your students?"
"No, I've been grading exams," I said as our car made it out of the leafy university campus and into the forested rural roads that marked the path to her mother's house. Everything was so quiet around us, and there were no other cars on the road.
"Unlike you, Naomi, I don't use sex to feed my ego," I snapped back, then suddenly retracted mt statement. "I'm sorry I said that."
"No, it's fine," she answered. "You're right, I like sex Jonathan," she said. "And I know you do too," she said, placing her hand on my leg and slowly caressing it with her young hands.
"What do you mean?" I said back, picking her hand up and throwing it forcefully back in her lap.
"Oh come on - you've wanted to bonk me forever," she said sliding her hand back. She was really starting to piss me off, and I was having a hard time concentrating on the road. Finally, I pulled the car off to the side of the road in a secluded place. The crickets were chirping, and Naomi's hand was still on my leg. Again, I picked it up and tossed it off.
