You know what the problem with sleeping with your boss is? When you catch him screwing the coffee girl not only are you out a place to live you're also out a job. Maybe not for the screwing specifically, but definitely for sending a cell phone video of the cheating bastard and coffee slut out to his entire client list.
So here I stand, homeless, unemployed, with a lot more student loan and credit card debt than a twenty-two-year-old should have. About to swallow my pride, which sucks because I have a lot of pride and it's bitter.
I didn't tell him I was coming because I didn't want him to tell me not to. Mike is my stepfather, or rather he was my stepfather since he and my mom are divorced. I haven't seen him in about a year and a half, he hasn't been married to my mom in four. When he opened the door, he looked surprised but then he smiled.
"Jen, it's great to see you, come in." He stepped back and gestured with his hand and I stepped in. The house was just as I remembered it. Mike is a builder. He built the whole subdivision where his house sits so naturally his is the nicest. Huge with marble tile and vaulted ceilings.
"What brings you by? I heard somewhere that you'd gone out of state to college."
"Yeah, I transferred back. In-state tuition was a lot easier to swing." I didn't mention that mom hadn't paid my tuition bill so I'd been unenrolled and had to find a cheaper school I could pay for myself. I didn't think it was important to the story.
"Oh yeah, definitely he chuckled." I forgot how hot he was. He's built like you would expect a construction worker, or former construction worker, to be built. Broad chest, big arms, a little over six feet, he has dark hair with a beginning sprinkling of gray, and deep brown eyes, he looks like a man's man. As a teenager living here, I had a huge crush on him. I knew he'd never do anything so I teased him endlessly, parading around half naked. Sunbathing topless, sneaking my boyfriends into my room. I was a horrible teenager, it was more about my mom than him but now that I'm sitting here I'm suddenly feeling really guilty.
"Course now it's all over but the debt." I laughed nervously.
"I was thinking of throwing a couple of steaks on the grill, would you like to stay for dinner?"
"I'd love to."
He reached into the fridge for a beer, "you want a soda or something?"
"I'd love some wine." I can see a bottle chilling. He glances over his shoulder at me eyebrows raised.
"Are you old enough for that?"
"I'm twenty-two." I laugh, "would you like to check my ID?"
"Wow, time flies." He pours me a glass of wine and I gratefully take a sip. I didn't expect to be so nervous. I mean this is really embarrassing, but now I feel like I'm on a first date or a job interview or something. I really need to get this over with.
"I guess you're wondering why I'm here."
"I'm a little curious." He leaned back against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms.
"I ah... well, I need a favor." I concentrated on the stem of my wine glass. "I was wondering if I could borrow your pool house for a couple of weeks, a month at the most."
"Liam lives in the pool house."
"Oh, I didn't know that." Liam is his son, he's several years older than me and we never got along very well.
Mike looked down at his feet and fidgeted a bit. "Your old room is still available." He seemed a little reluctant to offer it. "If, and this is a big if, if I let you stay here it won't be like before, there will be house rules."
"Mike, I'm really not that girl anymore. I owe you an apology, I'm not saying that because I need a place to stay, I really do feel bad for how I treated you. Mom's taste in men is... anyway, you were a decent guy and I was a bratty pain in the ass."
Mike smiled at me, and my heart pounded. He was really good looking and I was really susceptible to that. "Yeah, I got the birthday card, to Dad from your bratty stepdaughter. Hope your life is less stressful now."
I remembered sending the card when I was feeling especially remorseful. "I meant it." I shrugged.
"What did your mom tell you about me?"
"My mom and I don't talk. We didn't much before and we don't at all now."
"The thing is you're a legal adult now and I'm a single guy, and... a damn kinky one at that. This is not a place you want to live."
I can feel that my eyes are way too wide. I can't help but let them slide down his body, his snug t-shirt and blue jeans. I can see a visible bulge in the front of his jeans. I remember overhearing my mom tell her friend that she'd married Mike for his cock. Judging from the bulge I'm guessing it was the size. He's still standing with his arms crossed, what looked like a relaxed pose before now looks like he's fighting to keep himself still. Like he's ready to pounce. I know I look good, I'm five eight with a figure I work very hard on. Full breasts and shapely hips. My looks are important to me and it shows. Every guy that looks at me wants to fuck me, none of them have ever looked at me like they wanted to pounce on me.
My mouth has gone completely dry. I'm pretty sure it's because all the moisture in my body is flooding my sex. I lick my lips because they seem to be stuck together. "Kinky how?" I ask at last. I can see his eyes narrow a fraction.
"Kinky... fetish driven, degenerate, depraved, sick, twisted." He was hurling synonyms for kinky at me but that didn't answer my question. There are a lot of types of kink out there, some are hot but others not so much.
"But... would you... hurt me?" He looks as if he's not breathing as his dark brown eyes hold my blue ones.
"No, I'm not into pain, giving or receiving." I'm relieved because I really have no tolerance for pain, at least not real pain. I wouldn't say no to letting Mike spank me. I always wished he would when I was younger.
He's watching me intently but it's not the same look he had moments before. He pushes off the counter and approaches slowly. He stops in front of where I'm sitting on a tall bar chair. I'm wearing a short, pleated skirt because I've got great legs. My legs are crossed to show them off to their best advantage. He touches my leg just above my ankle with only his middle finger and runs that finger slowly up my leg over my knee. There's just a bit of roughness to his finger and I can't breathe as the sensation overwhelms me. I've never felt anything like this. He stops at the edge of my skirt and looks in my eyes.
"Spread your legs for daddy." He says softly and I'm sure I've never been so turned on. I quickly uncross my legs and spread them as far as I can on the chair. His hand slides up my leg, under the hem of my skirt. Very slowly his fingers slide along my inner thigh. I feel his middle finger push my panties to the side and then that finger slides in between my folds. I'm embarrassed by how wet I am. But his finger moves in circles rubbing against my swollen clit. I feel his finger slip down to my opening but he can't penetrate because the chair is in the way. Automatically I lean back and slide my ass forward to give him access. I want to feel his fingers slide deep, and he doesn't disappoint me. His long finger slides in slowly, turning and touching as if he's exploring a cave. I can't remember the last time someone fingered me. It must have been before I lost my virginity, because after that sex became all about the guy sticking his dick in as fast as possible. It feels really good, a lot better than I remember.
I'm not sure what he's looking for on his exploration until he finds it. I'm not even sure what it is I just know that when he touches it, it sends sensation pulsing through my pussy. My breath caught on the first stroke and that must have been what he was waiting for because he altered his technique, his middle finger stroked against the sensitive spot while his thumb stroked over my clit. It feels so good I can't even breathe. My orgasm is fast approaching. I grab Mike's forearm and hold on tight, not because I want him to stop but because I'm afraid he will. I can feel his muscles and tendons move as he works me over and it's hot. My knees shake when I come and my breath escapes in a stuttered half moan half gasp.
