Lost Daughters by Mary Monroe Page A

when she knocked. He stood stock-still as he watched her pull her T-shirt over her head and drop it to the floor.
    â€œDo you want me to leave?” Loretta asked, flexing her well-defined shoulders.
    â€œNo, you can stay. Uh, would you like a bottle of soda pop?” Mel asked, moving toward the kitchen area in his small apartment. “I have orange juice too.”
    â€œFuck a bottle of soda pop,” Loretta snickered. “The only juice you need to be thinkin’ about right now is this juice between my legs. Any more questions?”
    Mel’s eyes got as wide as saucers, but he managed to remain somewhat calm. “I can’t think of any more right now,” he admitted, his eyes watering with lust. He looked Loretta over some more. Under the circumstances, there was only one thing to do. He took a deep breath and then he locked his door. He smiled at Loretta as he placed the CLOSED sign in his front window.
    â€œThat’s more like it. I know you ain’t stupid enough to turn this down,” Loretta insisted, speaking in the most mature and throaty-sounding voice she could manage. Mel’s mouth dropped open, and he began to salivate as he watched her gently pat her crotch. Loretta thought of herself as a real woman now, and it was time for her to start acting like one. The only way for her to do that was to be with a real man.
    Mel was no match for this vixen, and that was exactly what she was. He realized that in spite of how she looked and behaved, she was technically, and according to the law, still a young girl. He could go to jail because of her! He reminded himself that the possibility of going to jail had never stopped a man from doing what the average man would probably do even in the eye of a hurricane.
    At least he wasn’t “raping” Loretta like some men probably would have done by now. If anybody was about to get raped, it was him, and when it happened, he enjoyed every minute of it. When he realized it was her first time, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He had not been with a teenage virgin since he was a teenage virgin, more than twenty-five years ago!
    Afterward, he held her trembling hand as he wiped her blood from her thighs and his sheet. She looked away when he pulled the bloody condom off his penis and tossed it into the trashcan next to his bed.
    â€œIt won’t be as painful the next time,” Mel told Loretta, giving her a quick peck on the lips.
    â€œIt was worth it,” she whispered in his ear.
    Loretta was the youngest female Mel had ever been with. She was also the best. She was so young, firm, and eager to please him that after just one session in bed with her, she had him feeling like a teenager.
    She was like a drug, and he had become addicted to her already.

CHAPTER 8
    M AUREEN WAS PUZZLED AS TO WHY LORETTA DIDN’T BADGER HER TO call Mel. Not one single time. “Do you still want to look for a photographer?” she asked her during dinner, a week after their initial visit to his studio.
    â€œUh-huh,” Loretta mumbled. She didn’t know what she would do if Maureen found out what she’d been up to with Mel. She was afraid to even let her mother look at her face for too long because she didn’t want her to notice that there was something different about her. Love made her feel like a different person. Her mind wandered and she got goose bumps just thinking about Mel and that third leg in the middle of his thighs.... She couldn’t even sit in the same spot for too long. He had used a lubricant, and he’d been gentle the first time, because it had been her first time. During their last rendezvous two days ago, though, he had been so rough it felt like he was still inside her body!
    â€œI will—Sugar, why can’t you sit still?” Maureen asked, alarmed. “You wigglin’ around in that chair like you sittin’ on a tack. You got your period?”
    â€œYep,