“I did. Thank you so much.” I turned to Beth with a warm smile. “I really appreciate you throwing this party for me.”
“Sorry I didn’t get you strippers or alcohol.” Beth chuckled and motioned towards the living room. “Dad might not pay attention to much, but that’s where he draws the line.”
“This party was perfect.” I walked over and hugged her. “It means more than you know.”
“I just want you to be happy. You deserve that.” She sighed as we broke from our embrace. “Are you heading home, or do you want to spend the night?”
“I’ll stay, if you don’t mind. It’s late and you know what that means…” I shook my head and let my words trail off.
“I don’t mind at all.” She smiled and nodded. “You’re always welcome here.”
Beth’s house had been my sanctuary for several years. I hated going home. My father was a shell of the man who raised me, and it was hard to remember the days when he was sober. I tried everything from tears to threats, but nothing got through to him. My mother abandoned us when I was a little girl and he never figured out how to heal the wound she left behind. I didn’t realize it was an issue when I was younger. He drank in the evenings, but it didn’t impact our lives in any way back then. It got worse as the years went on. I didn’t see the damage it was doing until he lost his job after showing up for work still drunk from the night before. After that, he just put the bottle to his head and pulled the trigger.
My father wasn’t a physically abusive drunk and he never mistreated me, but it still left an emotional scar. He got really sad when he drank. I would often find him looking at old photographs from his childhood, his wedding, and watching home movies of the happy years. If I wandered into his vicinity, he would insist that I stay while he slurred his way through stories I had heard a million times. If I tried to leave, he would guilt me into staying until he finally passed out. I knew I was lucky that he wasn’t violent and never laid a hand on me. It just hurt too much to see him like that. It was easier to stay with Beth and go home in the morning when he was sure to be passed out.
A few days later
I never went to Beth’s house on the weekends she was away visiting her mom. Even if things got rough at home, I just put my head down and toughed it out. That was my plan for the weekend ahead of me, until I got home and found my dad drunker than usual at fou
r in the afternoon. It was clear that he had been hitting the bottle pretty hard, and if the empty bottle next to him was any indication, he was already working his way through a second one. Something inside me snapped. I just couldn’t endure an entire weekend of his nonsense. I had a huge assignment due for one of my classes and I needed somewhere quiet to work on it. I wasn’t going to get that at my house. In an act of desperation, I sent a message to Beth and asked if I could stay at her house, even though she wasn’t there.
Beth was pretty sure that her father was going to be at the station until Sunday morning, and he never had a problem with me staying over. She told me where the key was hidden—not that I didn’t already know. After I confirmed that she sent him a text message to let him know I would be staying, I headed to her place. I cried on the way over. Tears had become all too common. I had hope on the horizon in the form of a scholarship to a school in Georgia, but I had to graduate first. Leaving Texas would be bittersweet, but it was the only chance I had to get away from the turmoil defining my life. I pulled my car into Beth’s driveway, and to my surprise, I noticed that her father’s truck was parked in the carport.
Oh god, I think he’s home. Beth must have gotten his schedule wrong.
I had more than one fantasy that started with me being alone with Beth’s father, but I could never actually go through with them—even if he reciprocated my secret desires. I sat in my car for several minutes, trying to decide what I should do. I could work at the library or possibly even use some of my savings to get a hotel room. Neither of those options were very enticing. Perhaps it was a twinge of those secret desires that gave me the courage to turn off the engine and walk up to the door. I hesitated with my hand poised, and finally started to knock. There was no response after several attempts, so I sent another text message to Beth. She was fairly certain he was supposed to be working, and suggested that he may have gotten a ride with one of his buddies.
Okay, I guess I’ll just let myself in. Hopefully she’s right.
“Hello?” I pushed the door open after retrieving the key and called out, just to be safe.
Is that—music? It sounds like it’s coming from upstairs.
The music explained why he didn’t hear me when I knocked. I thought about going back outside and ringing the doorbell, but I was already in the house. I dropped my stuff on the couch and tried to make a little noise, but I didn’t hear anything except the music. I called out a couple more times, and finally took a couple of steps. Before I could call out again, I heard something a little louder than the music. My curiosity was piqued, because it sounded like talking, but the voice wasn’t Beth’s father. That was the moment I should have turned around, but my curiosity continued to flourish. I stepped quietly, creeping up the stairs, trying not to make a sound. As soon as I got to the top of the staircase, I saw something that made my jaw fall open.
Oh my god! It’s Beth’s father—and he’s completely naked!
“Get over here and wrap those vulgar-red lips around my cock.” Beth’s father reached out and grabbed something—a second later I saw a woman with long blonde hair and bright red lipstick being pulled towards him.
Oh shit! He’s got a girl up there!
“Damn, Brody—your dick is huge. I hope you don’t expect me to deep-throat that.” She looked up at him.
“Every fucking inch, baby.” He let his hand tangle in her hair and turned to the side, giving me a full view of his erect cock.
“Lucky for you, I like a challenge.” She licked her hips and grinned.
I need to go. This was a huge mistake.
I took a step back, but I was completely captivated by what I was witnessing. Beth’s father—Brody—he was so damn hot. I had never seen him without a shirt. The tattoos that started on his wrists and twisted around his enormous biceps continued across his chest and back. The woman on the bed wasn’t lying—he appeared to be very well endowed. I watched as he pressed the glans to her lips and started entering her mouth. She looked uncomfortable when he drove it into her throat and I heard her struggle to breathe. There was another noise—one that drowned out her moans. It was a throaty-growl that didn’t appear to be coming from Brody. I pressed myself against the wall and when my face touched the wallpaper, I saw something else—another man. He was positioned on other side of the bed, furiously driving his dick into the woman from behind.
What in the world? He’s not alone with her?
“You sure you don’t want some of this?” The man looked up at Brody. “Her pussy is nice and tight.”
“Nah, Micah. You enjoy that. I’ll be good right here for a little bit.” Brody smirked and drove his cock into her throat again.
I’ve got to get out of here.