LEARNING THE HARD WAY
T im Bennett was the kind of guy who spoke with a Texas twang despite the fact that he’d never ventured further south than the state of Oregon. Annabelle hated that about him. It wasn’t the only thing she hated, not by a long shot.
She also hated that he wore Wrangler jeans at least one size too small. And that he drove a Camaro. And the fact that he styled his hair in a mullet was super annoying, especially since she was pretty sure he permed it too. He hated that he called her “pussy cat” and that he hugged her every chance he got, squeezing her inappropriately too long and too close.
But most of all, she hated that he was dating her mother.
She didn’t begrudge her mom having a man in her life. Annabelle loved her mom and wanted her to be happy. She just didn’t understand why Tim was the guy she chose. Tim wore Obsession cologne and listened to Bon Jovi. He worked in a gym, so he was always walking around with free weights, pumping iron like he was cool.
Tim forgot that the 21 st Century had begun quite some time ago.
Ever since he’d moved in to their house , it had gotten worse. He would leave the bathroom door open when he showered sometimes. She’d walked by the bathroom just last week as he was drying off his hair so she got an eyeful of his penis…the first one she’d seen in real life.
She almost squealed, but didn’t want him to know she was in the hall, so she ran into her room, her heart thudding against her ribcage uncontrollably. He was sick and perverted…but she couldn’t deny that she was curious about his cock. She didn’t want to be. It mad e her feel disgusting, but she wanted to see it again.
She found herself actually sneaking around so she could get another look. He gave her plenty of opportunities. Just last night, she watched him jacking off in front of his computer. She’d stood around the corner barely breathing in case he heard her.
His dick was as scary as it was captivating. It was thick, she doubted she could get her hand all the way around it. He was jerking it hard and the head looked angry and purple. Her fingers had dipped into her shorts while she watched. Her panties were soaked and she felt guilty and ashamed. But not enough to stop from rubbing her clit until she came.
There was totally something wrong with her.
When his come had spurt out in thick ropes of white, he’d groaned. The same groan she heard through the walls when he was fucking her mom. It should not have turned her on. She’d listened for them every evening, though.
But mom was b ack on the night shift tonight, so there would be no listening for three weeks, and by then Annabelle would be on her way to college.
Aft er dinner, her mom left for the hospital, leaving Annabelle and Tim to clean up the kitchen. She was at the sink washing dishes when he got up behind her, reaching around to put a glass in the sink, his hand on her hip and the rest of him brushing against her back.
Annabelle rolled her eyes and tried to scoot away, but he pushed against her harder.
“Don’t,” she said. She shouldn’t have had to. He didn’t get that close to her when her mom was around. He knew it was inappropriate.
Tim squeezed her even harder , leaning in to speak in her ear so she felt his words as much as heard them. “Don’t what, pussy cat? Give my girl a hug?”
She smelled the Coors on his breath. “You’ve been drinking.”
“I like a beer or two at night. It helps relax me. What do you do to relax, pussy cat?”
“You shouldn’t be touching me.” He’d squeezed her before, but never this long. Annabelle started to feel trapped. Tim was strong. Really strong. And he’d been drinking. And her mom wouldn’t be back until morning.
“Why shouldn’t I hug you? I’m just trying to show you how much I care about you. It would mean a lot to your mom if we were close.” He nuzzled her neck. “Let’s get close, baby. Let’s do it for your mom.”
She tried to
T im Bennett was the kind of guy who spoke with a Texas twang despite the fact that he’d never ventured further south than the state of Oregon. Annabelle hated that about him. It wasn’t the only thing she hated, not by a long shot.
She also hated that he wore Wrangler jeans at least one size too small. And that he drove a Camaro. And the fact that he styled his hair in a mullet was super annoying, especially since she was pretty sure he permed it too. He hated that he called her “pussy cat” and that he hugged her every chance he got, squeezing her inappropriately too long and too close.
But most of all, she hated that he was dating her mother.
She didn’t begrudge her mom having a man in her life. Annabelle loved her mom and wanted her to be happy. She just didn’t understand why Tim was the guy she chose. Tim wore Obsession cologne and listened to Bon Jovi. He worked in a gym, so he was always walking around with free weights, pumping iron like he was cool.
Tim forgot that the 21 st Century had begun quite some time ago.
Ever since he’d moved in to their house , it had gotten worse. He would leave the bathroom door open when he showered sometimes. She’d walked by the bathroom just last week as he was drying off his hair so she got an eyeful of his penis…the first one she’d seen in real life.
She almost squealed, but didn’t want him to know she was in the hall, so she ran into her room, her heart thudding against her ribcage uncontrollably. He was sick and perverted…but she couldn’t deny that she was curious about his cock. She didn’t want to be. It mad e her feel disgusting, but she wanted to see it again.
She found herself actually sneaking around so she could get another look. He gave her plenty of opportunities. Just last night, she watched him jacking off in front of his computer. She’d stood around the corner barely breathing in case he heard her.
His dick was as scary as it was captivating. It was thick, she doubted she could get her hand all the way around it. He was jerking it hard and the head looked angry and purple. Her fingers had dipped into her shorts while she watched. Her panties were soaked and she felt guilty and ashamed. But not enough to stop from rubbing her clit until she came.
There was totally something wrong with her.
When his come had spurt out in thick ropes of white, he’d groaned. The same groan she heard through the walls when he was fucking her mom. It should not have turned her on. She’d listened for them every evening, though.
But mom was b ack on the night shift tonight, so there would be no listening for three weeks, and by then Annabelle would be on her way to college.
Aft er dinner, her mom left for the hospital, leaving Annabelle and Tim to clean up the kitchen. She was at the sink washing dishes when he got up behind her, reaching around to put a glass in the sink, his hand on her hip and the rest of him brushing against her back.
Annabelle rolled her eyes and tried to scoot away, but he pushed against her harder.
“Don’t,” she said. She shouldn’t have had to. He didn’t get that close to her when her mom was around. He knew it was inappropriate.
Tim squeezed her even harder , leaning in to speak in her ear so she felt his words as much as heard them. “Don’t what, pussy cat? Give my girl a hug?”
She smelled the Coors on his breath. “You’ve been drinking.”
“I like a beer or two at night. It helps relax me. What do you do to relax, pussy cat?”
“You shouldn’t be touching me.” He’d squeezed her before, but never this long. Annabelle started to feel trapped. Tim was strong. Really strong. And he’d been drinking. And her mom wouldn’t be back until morning.
“Why shouldn’t I hug you? I’m just trying to show you how much I care about you. It would mean a lot to your mom if we were close.” He nuzzled her neck. “Let’s get close, baby. Let’s do it for your mom.”
She tried to
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