Ahead of the Curve - Chapter 22: Curiosity for Live (Mf creampie rom)

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Chapter 22: Curiosity for Life

I woke to the sounds of my front door being closed loudly. It took a moment to remember why I was sleeping in bed. The pleasant sigh beside me caused the memories of the day to rush in and I wrapped myself around Audrey and kissed her cheek. "Mmmm... Hey..." she whispered.

"Hey," I purred quietly, "I love you."

"I love you... what time is it?"

I turned my wrist over to check my watch. "About three-thirty."

Audrey shot up. "Shit! I'm late for practice!"

I rushed to help her into her clothes and she kissed me quickly, saying she would come over after she was done for the night. My heart ached as soon as she was out of sight. It was amazing how quickly I'd fallen back into missing Audrey the moment she was no longer with me.

I went to see if my daughters were home and heard someone in the bathroom down the hall. Gwen soon came out, her face red and puffy, her eyes swollen and bloodshot. "Gwen... what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me!"

"I said 'nothing,' Dad... just drop it, okay?"

I debated pushing back, then gave some ground, "Are you okay, at least? Your sister?"

"Fine. I'm fine. Can't you tell?"

"Where's Vic?"

"At practice," she said, frowning and holding her stomach, "I don't feel well," she said, sniffling, "can you go get her at six-thirty?"

I nodded and waited for Gwen to rush into her room and slam her door. That's the way things usually went in such emotional moments if she wouldn't otherwise talk to me. Instead, my daughter just stood in the hallway, breathing heavily.

I went to her and wrapped my arms around her. Gwen sank into my hug and started crying again. "Aww... Sweetheart..." I let Gwen cry against me, slowly rocking her against me. I hated seeing one of my daughters upset. Even though I'd not witnessed it before with my daughters, I immediately suspected this had something to do with a boy. It took just a moment to prove to be a correct assumption.

"Pete's an asshole," she muttered against my chest.

"What happened?"

"He was being a dick to Vic. Him and his stupid brother. They kept calling her a dyke at lunch. I told them to stop it, but they just laughed at me."

"Idiot boys..."

"Then after school, when I told Pete I wasn't going to keep seeing him if he didn't stop being a dick... he told me to fuck off... his words, Dad, not mine..."

"Jesus... sounds like you'd be better off without him, Gwennie..."

That was not quite the right thing to say, or so I guessed when it set Gwen to crying harder.

"I'm so sorry, Sweetheart... Come on, let's go sit..." I led her to the couch and sat Gwen down then eased onto the seat beside her. She leaned into me and her sobbing slowed a bit. "He seemed like such a nice boy," I offered.

"'Seemed.' I thought he was cool, but... him and stupid Andy... they keep making fun of Vic and this other girl on the team..."

"Vic told me about that some weeks ago... I thought that was all behind them."

"They stopped for a while... at least where Vic and I saw it.. but this week, they just started up again. I hate him, Dad. I hate him and his stupid little asshole brother..." She'd stopped sobbing, mostly, but she clung tightly to my chest.

I held her in silence, slowly rocking her side to side.

"Dad..."

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you something and you won't tell Vic I told you?"

"That depends..."

"Promise you won't say you heard it from me..."

"That depends..."

Gwen slowly leaned up and looked at me closely, eyes swollen and narrowed, face still red and puffy, cheeks wet from her tears. "I do think Vic is gay."

"Oh? What makes you think that?"

Gwen shrugged and looked away, "I dunno... a lot of things. How she never really talks about boys... how she hangs around with that girl Simone, from the team... how when we talk about sex... she acts like the... you know... boy details... are gross. A lot of things before a few days ago..."

"What happened a few days ago?"

"I saw Vic and Simone holding hands right before I picked them up after practice. They were sorta... hiding around the side of the gym. They stopped holding hands as soon as they saw me."

"Hmm..."

My daughters' sexual orientations had never really been much of an important matter to me, but I admit I'd always assumed both Gwen and Vic were straight, or, at least, straight-ish. Vic never much mentioned boys to me, but that wasn't all that odd, really, and she never mentioned girls, either. She'd been upset a few weeks earlier when she complained to me about Pete's brother Andy calling her a dyke and vehemently denied being a lesbian. I took that at face value. Perhaps my daughter had not really known how to classify herself. In fact, she still might not, I realized. She was only a handful of days from turning fifteen and I knew that was a time when sexuality might be difficult to sort out.

"Does it bother you if she is?" I asked Gwen.

She shook her head, "No. Of course not. I don't care..."

"Good... Well... I promise I won't say anything to your sister, alright? If she wants to tell you or me, that's her decision. If she tells you something in confidence, so long as she's not in some sort of trouble and whatever it is doesn't put her in the way of potential harm... keep her secrets, okay? If she doesn't want me to know, don't tell me."

"Okay..."

"I'll do the same. It's her life and that sort of thing is very personal. If she is gay, then it will be hard enough to deal with that without having you or me breaking her confidence."

"I know... okay."

She leaned into me again, sniffling a couple of times, then said, "I smell Audrey's perfume on you..."

I chuckled, "Sorry."

"It's okay... So... did you talk to Rainey today?"

"Yeah..."

"You okay?"

"Yeah... She's hurting, but... it had to end..."

"I know... You and Audrey are together again..."

"We are..."

"She was here when I got home, right?"

"She was," I replied.

"Thought so..."

"Still okay with that?"

She shrugged against me, "Yeah... I'm fine."

Holding my daughter made me think back over the previous thirty hours. It was amazing how many things could change so quickly in so short a time. After weeks of doldrums and doubts and running in place, Audrey and I had decided we could no longer be apart. We'd both broken up with our significant others and become intimate for the first time since Tokyo, and it was the first time since we'd broken up months earlier that we'd done so in the manner which our love for each other deserved. I had let down Rainey as easily as I could, perhaps making it easier on me in the way I did it, and though I held some small guilt for doing so, I regretted nothing about deciding to be with Audrey.

And Gwen had gone from having a boyfriend she loved to being single again, heartbroken for the first time over a lost love. Throw on top of that the possibility that my youngest daughter might be a lesbian, something I'd never bothered to consider, and the world had taken on a different hue. A brighter one for me, over all, but not without storm clouds with Gwen suffering and her sister possibly doing the same.

"Thanks, Dad," Gwen said as she pushed off the couch, "I feel a bit better." Her voice was weak and low, suggesting the hurt was still very fresh.

"Can I do anything for you?"

She shrugged, "Not really... thanks... I'm just going to go lay down. I need to think..."

- - -

I picked up Vic and her dark-skinned friend Simone after softball practice, my daughter sitting in the front with me, Simone in the back. They let on nothing about any possible relationship, and I didn't ask. It wasn't really my business unless Vic was hurting, and if the boys' words held in her thoughts, she didn't show it. She greeted me with a smile and I soon had us at Simone's house, a beautiful three-story home in an upscale, gated community not too far from the school.

The girls said their goodbyes and I drove back towards my home.

Vic was unusually quiet, even for her.

"Everything okay?"

She shrugged but grinned and said nothing.

"Your, uh... your sister broke up with Pete today..."

Vic froze, then looked at me confused, "Huh?"

"Just what I said..."

"Really? I can't believe it!"

"Really," I assured her. "She's pretty upset, so, you know... take it easy on her... not that I have to tell you that... you're pretty good to your sister these days since she's started being nice and all."

Victoria chuckled, then her face evened out. "Did she say why?"

"Because of how he and his brother were making fun of you."

"Oh..."

"They sound like jerks, from what Gwen told me."

"Yeah, they are..."

"Doesn't really bother you?"

She shrugged again, "I dunno. It did at one point, but... I dunno..."

I thought about how to address the underlying reasons for their bullying. "It's okay if you are, you know."

"If I are what?"

"A lesbian..."

"Dad! Jeez..."

"I'm just saying. You don't need to tell me or anyone... I just want you to know I love you no matter what... Those assholes are just being jerks."

She laughed. Vic always did like to hear me curse. "Yeah, well... I dunno..."

I didn't reply, leaving it up to my daughter to tell me more if she wanted to do so.

Apparently, she did. "So... maybe I am... I dunno..."

I smiled at her as we sat stopped at a red light. "That why you didn't want to take birth control?"

She giggled and blushed, "Maybe..."

"Alright. When, uh... when did you think you might like girls?"

Victoria looked out the window, "I dunno... a year ago? Maybe..."

"Well, I just want you to be happy, you know. Whoever attracts your attention..."

She laughed, then threw her hands up dramatically, "Whatever, Dad. Anyway... did you talk to Rainey today?"

I grew inwards a bit. "I did. I ended it with her."

"And... you and Audrey are a thing again?"

"We are."

"Good... She loves you and you love her. I think that's sweet. Plus, I already knew."

"How's that?"

Vic giggled, "She always wears rose-scented perfume and I smelled it when I got in."

"Ah," I chuckled, "I should learn to take a shower before you start smelling the rest of her on me... uh..."

My daughter stared at me with wide eyes and a disbelieving smile. "Eww! God, Dad... Tee-emm-eye!"

"Sorry," I said with a tilted expression.

She laughed and shook her head, "Anyway... Sucks for Rainey, but... I'm happy for you, Dad... So... do I have to call Audrey 'Mom' now?" She drew out the 'o' in 'Mom' for at least three or four seconds.

"What? No, of course not," I said with a grin, "she much prefers you call her 'Mommy.'"

"Eww," Vic said, wrinkling her nose, "definitely not calling her that."

- - -

Gwen was in the kitchen and to my surprise, Audrey was there, as well. The two were making pasta together. Vic and I just stared a moment, then looked at each other with grins. "Hey you two..." I called out as we came in.

Audrey turned back and smiled, "Hey, Darren. Vic. We'll have this ready in a while."

"Well, that's a nice surprise," I replied, "how went practice?"

"Not too bad," Audrey replied, "just some running and swing timing. Coach let us out early."

"Have any trouble being late?"

She shrugged, "Had to run a few extra laps, but nothing terrible. I like to run, so I don't mind."

I looked at Gwen and saw that she wasn't nearly as red and swollen as she had been earlier that afternoon. She offered me a small smile, but I could see in her eyes that she wore a mask. Just underneath, the pain of her breakup with Pete was still too recent and raw to really sink in fully.

Vic went to her sister and said, "Thank you... for sticking up for me..."

Gwen surprised me by turning towards Victoria and giving her sincere hug. "You're welcome..."

"I'm sorry about Pete..."

"It's okay," Gwen said as she pulled back, "he was being a dick, and I won't date a guy who treats you like that..."

"Thanks..."

Audrey looked at me, an understanding look passing between us. I walked to her, the ease in which she was quickly in my arms surprising me a little. Even with my daughters right there, even with the only-recent resurgence of our togetherness, it was the most normal thing in the world to hug Audrey and kiss her lips. Those sparkling green eyes were bright and I sank into them a moment.

"Get a room, you two..." Victoria laughed.

"Maybe we will," I chuckled.

"Not this room," Gwen said with a smile, "and besides, I need Audrey more than you do right now. I'm lost on what to do to start this sauce..."

"Here, it's easy," Audrey said, turning from me with a beautiful grin, just a hint of the freckles splashed on her upper chest visible above the modest neckline of her t-shirt. I stirred despite my daughters being near. Audrey was so beautiful, so full of confidence and energy, and it was a joy to sit on a kitchen stool a moment and just watch her get to work.

- - -

It would have been easy to see the biggest difference between Rainey and Audrey as their ages. And, sure, that very well might have been part of what I found appealing about Audrey. But there was a lot more. Rainey was a good person, kind and attentive, but she was also settled in, conservative in her life choices, comfortable, and consistent. Those aren't bad qualities, to be fair, but Audrey was still willing to try new things, to risk failure to have a chance at experiencing something unexpected. Audrey had a multitude of hobbies and interests, a view of life which meant she wasn't satisfied unless she was pushing her limits and seeing what the world had to offer.

And where Rainey was good with my girls, she was happy to stand to the side and offer a helping hand if asked. Audrey stepped right in and shared her knowledge without being prompted. Yes, some of the ease with which Audrey interacted with Gwen and Vic was surely the fact that Audrey and my daughters were the same age, plus they had been friends for years. Rainey came late to the girls' lives and had to work out how to spend time with them. If I'd have given her weeks to learn and grow comfortable, maybe even living with Rainey, I might have seen a similar fondness and intimacy develop between them.

But that wasn't what I really wanted. What I needed, for me personally, was to be shaken out of my years-long rut. I spent most of my retired days sitting, reading, and drinking scotch. I did almost nothing to learn about the world, to explore the opportunities within my reach. I could easily excuse it with my daughters being a big responsibility, but I had plenty of free time to do more than sit and rot.

Audrey offered me more than just a beautiful face and a tight, willing pussy. She was more than just an athlete, a scholar, a confidant. She was also my chance to live the life I really wanted. To try new things. To not be just another old, rich white guy who faded away into obscurity without finding out a few more of the world's secrets. I needed Audrey's curiosity for life to help find what I'd lost when my wife died.

That was the point when things had changed for me. I grew reserved, tentative, no longer the confident husband with a wonderful wife, instead, I was a hollow, worn-down widower who had enough motivation to greet each day, thanks to my daughters, but nothing more. Audrey was like a jolt of adrenaline into my otherwise stagnating life.

Even in the kitchen, Audrey had a thirst and a curiosity which was addictive to watch. The way she demonstrated a technique she'd discovered showed her thirst for learning and trying new things. "I found that if you add just a bit of Parmesan cheese and a tablespoon of cream right at the end," she told Gwen as they polished off the sauce, "it adds a nice counter to balance out the acidic tomatoes. That's why I don't add all the salt until the end. The cheese has some in it and you don't want to over-salt."

The meal was delicious. Spaghetti with meat sauce, garlic bread, and a salad with pepperoncini, black olives, and feta. It was a regular for me and my daughters, comfort food which was easy to throw together, but when Audrey got involved, it was just better. She had a real knack for adding just the right spices and additions to the basics to make it more than just a decent meal.

As we ate dinner, my phone rang, and I excused myself to answer it.

"Hi, Darren, it's Herman."

"Hi. Everything okay?" I replied.

"Oh, fine, just fine, thanks. Joyce has gotten some sleep, but she's stirring. Listen," he said, "could we have a quick word with you and Audrey together this evening?"

"Of course... Uh, we're just finishing up dinner. Can you give us a half-hour or so?"

"Sure, no rush."

"We have plenty. Audrey and Gwen made spaghetti, garlic bread, and salad. I'd be glad to bring some over."

"Thanks, but no. I've ordered some of that wonderful chowder from Krispen's Market. We're set."

"Alright."

"See you shortly."

I hung up and returned to the table. "Your grandfather," I told Audrey, "would like a word with you and me after we eat."

Audrey pondered the meaning of the request before saying, "Wonder what they want..."

"I don't know."

The meal was finished and though I was absolutely stuffed, I went next door with Audrey, the teen letting us in. Herman and Joyce were sitting at the table eating soup. "Please, sit!" Joyce said with more energy than she'd had earlier that day. "Would you like a drink?" she asked me as she motioned me over for a hug.

"No, thanks. Full from dinner, don't want to make it worse... unless... will I need a drink?"

Joyce shook her head, "No, no. We just wish to discuss a few things now that you two are seeing each other again."

"Alright."

I sat opposite Herman, Audrey across from her grandmother on my right.

"So," Joyce said after swallowing a small spoonful of chowder, "we want this to be understood early. No misunderstandings."

"Alright..." I repeated.

Herman spoke up. "You two have to be very, very careful," he said, emphasizing each word. "This gets out..."

"We know," I replied, "we're understand what's at stake..."

"I hope so," said Herman, "because you don't want to find out how seriously the state of Texas takes statutory rape."

The use of that term sent a shiver through my body. I hated to think that what Audrey and I did could ever been seen as abusive, but I understood why such laws were in place, and I generally favored them even if I knew that what Audrey and I had together was an exception to an otherwise reasonable restriction.

"Also," Herman added, "Audrey is to spend each school night in her own bed, alone. She's a high school student, Darren. I expect her to remain focused on her classwork. If I believe she is not living up to her potential, there will need to be additional restrictions. We're responsible for her and we won't allow her future to be risked, not even for love. Understand?"

"I do," I said, looking at Audrey. She looked a little uncertain, but she remained silent.

"Audrey," he said, turning to his granddaughter, "you'll be home by ten each school night unless you've had permission to do otherwise. That means in this house, not next door. Your classes and your practice come first. This is damned important," Herman added firmly, "too damn many bright futures have been ruined by ill-timed romances."

Audrey nodded but didn't reply.

"On Fridays and Saturdays... you are free to stay over with Darren, but we expect you to check in if you will be staying longer than one night without seeing us."

"Okay..." the teen replied.

"Darren," Joyce said, "it will go a long ways towards making us all more comfortable with this if you honor our requests. No encouraging my granddaughter to bend or break the rules. No thinking with your penis, understood?"

I nearly choked on Joyce's choice of words. "Uh, yes. Of course."

The two watched us both a moment before Herman nodded once. "Alright. I've said we accept this is happening. I didn't say we fully support it, but... we will not stand in your way so long as you respect our rules and ensure you are not discovered."

Joyce and Herman returned to spooning soup into their mouths and it felt like a dismissal. So, I changed the subject and asked, "You feeling any better, Joyce?"

"A bit. Got some sleep, thankfully," she replied. "Following up with my doctor in the morning, gonna run another test or some such."

"Well, if you need anything, you don't hesitate to let me know."

"I will," responded Joyce, "I appreciate that."

"Have you talked to Mom today," Audrey asked.

"Early this morning, yes," Joyce said, "but I would appreciate you calling and discussing your new... situation... with her this evening. I believe she is off work."

"Okay, I'll... I'll do that shortly."

Joyce watched her a moment, then said, "Well... we've said our peace. That's all we wanted. You've still got a couple of hours before your curfew..."

It was almost like Joyce was suggesting that Audrey and I go back to my place to have sex. I certainly took it that way and I could tell by the expression on her face that so did Audrey. "Alright," the teen said, rising from the table, "I'll be back by ten. Thanks... I love you two."

She hugged her granddaughter, then me, and there was a smile in her eyes when she said gently, "I do enjoy seeing people in love."

- - -

My daughters were in their rooms when we came inside, so Audrey and I went right to my bedroom.

Inside, my hands were on her as fast as hers found me. It had only been a few hours since we'd last made love, but my need for Audrey was powerful and made me feel that special thrill of being close to her. Our clothing was off quickly, and fingers were between legs as we kissed and moaned quietly.

Making love with Audrey was something complex, a mix of urgency and softness, understanding and awe. My body inside hers felt both natural and exotic, a new experience within a greater tradition. Every inch of Audrey was my canvas, and my fingers, lips, and tongue drew a thousand masterpieces over the next hour. Her orgasms left her breathless, and left me wanting to bring her to another.

Audrey's pussy was wet, as usual, creaming my cock over a thousand lovely thrusts, her beautiful tits supple and warm, the cotton-candy pink tips as sensitive and firm as her clit. Audrey rode me from above, then turned around, my hands on her ass, grasping her firm, muscular buttocks, the teen's powerful thighs flexing and moving her up and down over top of me. I spun her over and entered her from behind, then from above, her legs spread, her inner thighs wet with her juices and my sweat.

By the time I ejaculated, my head was swimming in blissful love for Audrey, our kisses passionate, wet, and needful. I filled her as she rode me again, her face pulled down to mine, my hands holding her ass still as I emptied my seed into her perfect little pussy.

We lay together, the rightness of our mating so obvious and true. I held her to me, kissing Audrey's forehead, her cheek. I traced freckles on her upper chest, drawing lines from each to her firm nipples, then back to a new spot of beauty before slowly caressing her young breasts, my cum slowly leaking from Audrey's vagina.

"Darren," she whispered, "do you know how much I love you?"

"I do."

"No," Audrey said, "I mean... do you really know?"

"What do you mean?"

She was quiet a moment, then said, "What Grandpa Herman said, about my future... If I had to choose, I would only ever choose you."

For me, that honest statement sent chills through my mood. I detested the idea that I might be responsible for Audrey not living up to her potential, whether that be sports or academics or something else. "Audrey," I replied carefully, "you won't ever have to choose. Just the opposite. I hope that, whatever is to come for you, and for us, that I can help you achieve your goals that much faster, that I can support you in whatever you want to do. I never, ever, want to be the reason you don't live your dreams."

"You're my dreams, Darren..."

Ah, the naivete of youth. I'd been Audrey's age once, and it was very hard to put things in perspective, to see the bigger picture, the long game impossible to consider. Audrey was well beyond most sixteen-year olds in that she had made her dreams possible by actively working towards them each and every day. Yet, even then, she was willing to sacrifice the years of hard work she'd put in just because she was in love with me.

It was a huge responsibility, and it scared me tremendously. It made me promise myself that I would never let our relationship be what Audrey settles for instead of finding her real dreams, the ones not driven by hormones and requited love. We were in that brilliant bliss that always comes in the beginning of any relationship. Hell, I'd even felt some of that when I first started dating Rainey.

But over time, that new relationship energy would mature. That would be the real test, I knew. Short term, our lust and our desires and our tunnel-vision would see us through, but over the months and years ahead, we had to have more than just a strong desire to be together. Audrey was driven to be more than just a normal teen, a normal young woman. In my arms, aglow in the wonderful pleasure of our lovemaking, it was easy for her to forget how much those other priorities meant to her. She would remember those dreams in time, though, and I would do everything I could to ensure that, when she did, Audrey would find that her other dreams were still within reach.

I didn't explain all the things which rushed through my thoughts in those seconds of silence. Instead, I kissed her forehead again, tickled her tight nipples, and whispered, "I love you, Audrey, forever and ever."