Ahead of the Curve - Chapter 27: Exposed (Mf creampie)

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Chapter 27: Exposed

My dream just before waking was an intense and erotic one. Whoever she was, she was athletic and tall, raven-dark hair shaking as she rode me, facing away, leaning back a bit as my hands caressed her full breasts. It wasn't Audrey, but in the dream that didn't concern me at all.

The woman wasn't fully naked. She wore tight yoga pants or something similar. I knew instinctively that the crotch had been cut away, leaving access to her pussy. I ran my hands down her stomach and across her thighs, thrusting up into her as she fucked me, her ass bouncing down hard onto my body. I stroked just above where my cock disappeared into her cunt, twirling her clit rapidly. The woman was nearing orgasm when I woke and found myself alone on my bed, my dick throbbing against the sheet.

I couldn't get the scene out of my head as I rose from the bed, and it made me recall my deceased wife. She'd done just that thing for me. A pair of her yoga pants, not cut but ripped in our passion, me taking her first from behind and then she rode me faster and faster until she came and I did too. We'd put those ripped fabrics to use a few times over the years. I'd forgotten about most of those times intentionally, memories of her always tinted with sorrow and loss.

But the idea in my mind wouldn't go away and I stood, slowly stroking myself, when Audrey opened the door and stepped in. She grinned at me, "Early start for you." Her eyes were drawn to my erection, "Horny, lover?"

"Very... Audrey," I said, "I was wondering... Any chance you've got an old pair of leggings or yoga pants or something like that... Something you don't wear any more?"

"Uh... probably... why?"

"Something you don't mind getting ruined?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"Trust me," I grinned.

Audrey started to respond, then smiled, "Alright. I trust you. You want some help with that right now?" she said, eying my cock.

"If you'll fetch those old pants, I want to try something new, too..."

Audrey hesitated only a moment before replying, "Be right back."

- - -

While she used the toilet, I quickly cut a rough circle, maybe four or five inches in diameter, right in the crotch of the grey leggings. Audrey had said they were too tight and she never wore them, so I hoped she'd be able to be comfortable.

She returned to room, naked, and looked to see what I was doing.

"Put these on," I said, handing over the crotchless leggings.

"Oh, I love it when you tell me what to do," Audrey purred as she turned them over. "Convenient," she laughed when she saw the hole.

I watched her slide the leggings up and they were rather tight. Even with the extra space in the crotch, the fabric stretched and barely came up above Audrey's Mons Venus, just covering the soft fur above before the open crotch showed the trimmed hair and silky labia below. "Well?" Audrey asked, spinning slowly in front of me.

"Goddamn..." I breathed.

Without another word, I took Audrey's waist and pushed her over a low dresser with a long mirror above, Audrey staring at herself as she took the position. She braced with her hands and stuck out her ass.

"Spread your legs," I told her.

Audrey did so and I could see the tampon string hanging down from her vagina. I gently pulled it free, noting a lack of blood on the cotton, and tossed it aside, then I dropped to my knees and lapped Audrey's sweet, soft cunt for several minutes while she shuddered and moaned quietly.

Slick with my saliva and her own natural lubrication, Audrey's pussy opened easily, tight but yielding, as I slid inside her, coming to rest against her half-exposed buttocks. "Goddamn..." I repeated as I began to fuck the teen.

Audrey's grunts were steady as we rutted, and I felt her grow wet two or three different times. Her vagina became quite slippery and creamy, the girl clearly enjoying our mating. Before either of us came, I pulled away and climbed onto the bed. "Ride me," I commanded, "face the mirror."

She did as I asked, stepping over me, facing my toes, then squatted down and took my cock inside her vagina again.

In the mirror, I could see Audrey's cunt spread around my penis as she rode. God, did she feel amazing. Audrey's eyes were closed, though a few times she opened them enough to stare at the two of us fucking in the mirror. It seemed to turn her on, and when she opened them wide and stared between her reflection's legs, I felt her vagina tighten and Audrey started orgasming.

I held her waist as she came rather quietly. Only later would I realize she was doing so to keep my daughters from hearing her. I held no such concerns in my head. Not long after Audrey's climax, I felt my cock swelling, stretching the teen's pussy. The tip of my penis burned as I ejaculated, grunting loudly, spurting a thick load into Audrey's little vagina.

She rested back beside me moments later, my cum still leaking from her pussy. I idly stroked her exposed Mons and the covered areas along her thighs. The way the leggings were cut framed Audrey's cunt perfectly, a lovely reddish-pink, swollen, hairs wet around thin lips, creamy-white cum a slow trickle from inside. "Damn, that is so hot..." I purred as I kissed her neck.

Audrey saw me staring at her messy genitals and giggled, "That was fun. I kinda like this hole in my pants. Kinda like... being exposed, I guess. Super hot. Where'd this come from?"

I told her about the dream, hesitated, then told her about my wife. "It was one of her favorites, really."

Audrey had drawn quiet, and I realized maybe she was feeling some jealousy. "Sorry," I said quietly, kissing her lips, "I shouldn't have said anything."

"No," the teen responded, kissing me back, "I'm glad you did. It's just... I dunno. Weird, I guess. To think of you with anyone else. I know that was before me... and it was your wife, after all... but still..."

"I know... I kinda feel that way sometimes when I think about you and Travis and... you know... what you two did together. Part of me kinda still hates him..."

Audrey offered a small smile, "I know that feeling. Sorry, Darren, I'm okay. Of course I am. It's silly to be jealous."

"Not silly," I replied, "but something to work through. You wanted me to be honest with you... and I've got a lot more years in my past than you, so... it might be a little one-sided on this stuff..."

She nodded, "I know, I know. I'll get there."

"Do you trust me?"

"With everything."

"Then you trust that my past is my past, not my future. You're my future, Audrey. That's all that matters. You make me happy."

"You make me happy, too," she breathed, then we kissed for several moments before she said, "One day... will you tell me about her?"

"My wife?"

Audrey nodded against my cheek, "Yeah. I want to know more about her, like... I don't even know her name..."

I felt a familiar, hollow sensation that signaled clearly that one never truly gets over a loss like that. "Mary. Her name was Mary." I shook my head a little. "Okay. I'll tell you about her... One day. Not today. Today, I just want to remember how much I love you and how much fun that was just now..."

"Mmm... Sounds good," Audrey whispered. "Love you, Darren."

"Love you."

- - -

It was Vic's birthday, my youngest hitting that special mark of fifteen years, and Audrey had already taken it upon herself to get a special breakfast treat ready for my daughter before returning to mate with me. The teen had made a pan of glazed cinnamon buns which were sitting out in the kitchen as we came in after a quick shower. The smell was intoxicating. "You are amazing, Audrey," I told her, "you did this for Vic?"

Audrey smiled, "I did. Think she'll be up soon?"

It was only an hour or so after dawn, so I shrugged, "Who knows... It's Sunday, so I let the girls sleep in if they want to."

"I ask because I've got a practice to go to around noon, was hoping to see her and wish her a happy birthday first."

"Ah," I replied, disappointed that Audrey had a commitment that day, but not about to let it show, "I could go get her up."

"Nah," Audrey said, "let her sleep. It's her day."

I smiled and kissed her and gave my girlfriend a wonderful hug in the kitchen.

- - -

Gwen arrived in the kitchen wearing her flannel robe, her nose in the air, still no sign of her sister around ten. "That smells soooo good, can I have some?"

"Wait for your sister," I told her.

"Gah..."

"It's her birthday, Gwen."

"I know," she shrugged, "but I'm hungry."

"Grab a banana and wait."

Gwen shrugged again and did as I suggested.

"Any idea what she might want to do today?" I asked. "I tried to get something out of her all week, but she was noncommittal."

My oldest daughter took a big mouthful of banana and tried to talk around it, but I stopped her and asked her to please swallow first. Her second attempt yielded, "She really wanted Simone to come over, or at least have her go to lunch or something."

"But Simone's parents probably have her doing church stuff all day," Audrey said.

Gwen nodded, "Exactly. Vic's pretty disappointed."

"Maybe we can make it up and have Simone come over on Friday, if her parents allow it. Shame they seem so rigid in their beliefs..."

Audrey took a sip of coffee, seated at the table, and said, "It's going to be bad, when they find out, isn't it? About Simone and Victoria?"

I nodded, "Yeah. Not looking forward to that day, that's for sure."

"Nothing you can do?" Audrey asked.

I shrugged and shook my head. "Simone's not my daughter. They are well within their rights to decide for their daughter who she can hang out with. They aren't going to change her sexual orientation, but they can surely be assholes about trying to force sin and heterosexuality down her throat."

"Bastards," Gwen muttered, clearly taking my use of a curse word as permission to use one of her own. I raised an eyebrow, but with a grin on my face. She said, "What? Bastard's not a bad word. There's even a movie, Bastard Out of Carolina... didn't we watch that last year or something?"

I remembered the film. "Yeah... depressing one, if I recall. Very hard to watch..."

Audrey said quietly, "I saw it a couple of years ago... it kinda made me appreciate nice guys an awful lot. That guy in the movie... he did horrible things to the girl..."

I watched her a moment, wondering just how influential the film had been in how Audrey had come to seek out our relationship, but it wasn't something I wanted to talk about in front of Gwen, so I didn't reply.

Thankfully, Victoria had roused, coming into the kitchen wearing her pajamas, her hair thoroughly mussed and her eyes still looking sleepy. "What smells so good?"

"Audrey made you a special treat for breakfast, birthday girl," I told my daughter as I wrapped her in my arms, "I love you, Vic. Happy birthday!"

She squeezed me back and smiled a little, "Thanks."

"Fifteen at last," Audrey said, offering a hug of her own which my daughter took gladly. "I remember that age like it was only yesterday."

Gwen laughed, "Well... yesterday isn't far off."

I cringed just a little to be reminded that Audrey and Gwen were the same age, and Vic was just a year behind my girlfriend. But they all laughed a little and I let myself do the same. Audrey dished out cinnamon buns for all of us and poured milk, refilling coffee for me and herself. The sticky sweet treat was delicious, just like everything Audrey ever made.

"So," I asked Vic, "anything you'd like to do today?"

She didn't mention Simone, but I saw a shade of disappointment on her face when she shrugged and said, "Nah..."

"Well, the day is yours," I told her, "we can do anything you want. Audrey has practice shortly, so she has to head out, but—"

"Can I go?" Victoria cut in.

I looked at Audrey. She grinned and nodded, "If you want. Won't be a lot to see, just a lot of running and hitting and fielding drills, mostly."

"I wanna go," Vic made clear.

"Sure that's okay, Audrey?" I asked.

"Definitely. People come and watch sometimes.

"That settles it, then."

"I gotta go get ready. I'll need to drive myself, I think," Audrey told us, "in case we have a team meeting afterwards somewhere."

"Then I'll get us going soon. Noon?"

Audrey nodded and gave me a kiss and a hug, another hug given to Victoria on her way out the door.

"Oh, almost forgot," I told my youngest after Audrey had left, "want your present now or later?"

"Now. Duh," my daughter grinned.

I retrieved the present from my bedroom and watched as she tore the wrapping open, delight clear on her face when she saw the new iPhone. "Dad! Wow!"

I smiled and kissed her cheek. "Will take a few minutes to get setup and the number swapped over from your old one. Hand it over and I'll do that while you girls go get dressed. Err, you coming with us, Gwen?" With my tone, I hoped my oldest daughter caught the hint that it would be nice of her to come with her sister on her birthday.

"Uh, yeah. Sure," Gwen replied, "I'll go put on something more than a robe..."

- - -

The practice field was at Audrey's high school next to the main ballfield where games were played. It was strewn with clusters of boys, and one girl, Audrey, running sprints, fielding grounders and fly balls and practicing hard tosses to various bases. No one was hitting in the hour we'd been there.

Vic's interest was torn between watching the team on the field and setting up her iPhone. She took several pictures, gushing about how they'd turned out, otherwise seemingly in a reasonable mood.

"So... you're really going to go to college again, Dad?" Gwen asked me at one point.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Just so you can hang out with Audrey more?"

I shrugged, "I suppose... that's part of it. But... I'm kinda bored, too. I need something to do, you know? I've just been loafing around the house for years. It feels kinda exciting to know I'll be back to challenging myself again."

"So, what are you going to study?"

"History, I think. Not sure what, yet."

Victoria broke in, "There's no girls on the team but Audrey. Why's that?"

I replied, "Because most schools have the girls playing softball instead. Audrey apparently convinced them to let her play baseball."

"So, does she, like, change clothes in the same locker room?"

I pursed my lips, "Not really sure. Doubtful. I'm sure they have her in her own girls room."

"Yeah," Gwen told me, "they do. Audrey said she has to go over to the other building to change and shower, but it means she sometimes misses out on coaches doing talks and such. Kinda sucks."

"What's the alternative," I asked, "have Audrey changing clothes in front of the boys, and them doing the same in front of her?"

Gwendolyn shrugged, "Don't see the big deal."

"So, when you do dance practice, or competitions, you'd be comfortable getting practically naked with the boys who are participating?"

Gwen blushed and just shrugged.

Victoria giggled, "Gwen likes boys to see her bra!"

"Do not!" Gwen shot back, though less harshly than I'd usually heard.

"Uh-huh!"

"Well," my oldest replied, "you like girls seeing you in your bra and panties, so there!"

"Just Simone," Vic said more quietly, "but I don't care if anyone else sees me. I'm not naked, unless I'm showering..."

"So, you're not checking out girls when you shower, Vic?" Gwen pressed her. "I mean, you like girls, so it would be like me showering with boys... I'd check them out, for sure!"

Vic shrugged, "Nah... just Simone..."

I could tell it was a lie, but I didn't say anything, letting the girls continue their banter and doing my best to simply block out the parts about being seen naked by their classmates, not wanting to ever bring back some of those long-buried and disturbing thoughts from years earlier.

Audrey came up to us after it appeared the practice was breaking up. "Hey, guys! We've got a team meeting down at Barney's in an hour. You can come, if you want, but I'll have to sit with the team for the first half-hour or so. Coach wants to go over the upcoming schedule and lineups. I'm hoping I made starting pitcher and shortstop both. I'll find out then. Wanna come?"

"It's your day, Vic," I told my youngest.

"Sure. I like pizza at Barney's," Vic told us.

"Ok," Audrey replied, "just meet us there. Grab a table. I'll come join you when I can."

We started to rise and I watched as Audrey followed her teammates into the building which I assumed held the locker rooms along one side of the field. I looked to the opposite side and saw an identical building. I wondered if both sides had both boys and girls showers available. It seemed unlikely, which meant that Audrey was going to shower in front of the boys on her team. I felt the burn of jealousy fire up, the idea of anyone else getting to see my girlfriend undressing, or even nude, and I only mostly squashed it by the time me and my daughters piled into the car.

- - -

We'd eaten at Barney's many times. It was a classic family-style pizza parlour with a handful of video games, a big soda lineup, and they brought out extra-large slices or whole pies within a few minutes of ordering. Decent stuff, sort of a New York thin crust style, decent sauce, decent amount of cheese. Vic wanted pepperoni, green peppers, and fresh basil, so we ordered the twenty-inch size and waited as we saw Audrey and her team coming in and get seated in an area separated by a half-wall and wooden rails up to the ceiling.

I still had the jealous thoughts about the shower situation rumbling in my head. It sucked to not be able to ignore those gnawing ideas, but I really hated to think about Audrey being seen naked or in her underwear by other guys, especially those her own age. I couldn't compete with them, not in looks nor in physical fitness, and that just made me all-too-aware of the age difference between us.

Plus, if they saw Audrey in such an exposed state, it meant that she, too, was seeing her male teammates the same way. Dicks swinging, surely many bigger than mine. Six-packs. Muscles all over. Did she wish I was more like them? Did she imagine I had a flatter stomach, or abs which flexed with little effort, or a longer cock? I hated those thoughts, but I couldn't just push them aside.

The pizza arrived and I ate slowly, casting glances from time to time to the team in the room nearby. Audrey's attention was on her coach. He was roughly my age. Did he, too, go shower with the team? Did he see my girlfriend naked? Did she see him the same way? I hated him almost as much as I hated her former boyfriend, Travis, just for the possibility that he had such opportunities.

I stewed like I hadn't in some time. I knew it was irrational, that, whatever the situation, Audrey was mine and I was hers and she wanted nothing else. But I believed there would be times that wasn't true. That I was too old for her and she would certainly want to be with someone her own age, or at least someone who wasn't old enough to be her father. Or grandfather. Someone in shape. Someone funny and handsome and capable of fucking her all night long.

Well, at least on that last count, I felt pretty safe. I'm pretty sure I wore Audrey out as regularly as she did the same for me. That goddamned coach might have a longer cock, but I was the one getting to fuck Audrey all night long. At least for now.

- - -

"Hey!" Audrey said, walking up. She'd changed into a t-shirt and tight yoga pants before arriving at Barney's and she looked as sexy as always. That didn't much help my mood given what had been boiling in my head for the last hour or two. "Sorry," she told us, sliding in beside Gwen and opposite me and Vic, "that took longer than I thought it would."

"What did you find out about the lineups?" Vic asked her.

"Third starting pitcher, and I'll get some time at both short and third!"

Vic exclaimed, "That's great!"

I felt happy for Audrey, but I couldn't shake the rising jealousy in my head, so I just offered a smile and said nothing.

"We've still got pizza if you're hungry," Gwen offered.

Audrey waved away her offer, "Thanks. Already had a couple of slices." She let out a short, dramatic belch and the girls laugh. "See?"

I suppose I was giving off a vibe which reflected my mood. Audrey titled her head and asked me, "You okay, Darren?"

"Huh?" I replied, covering as best I could, "Yeah, fine."

Audrey blinked a couple of times and I knew she didn't fully believe me, but she had the good sense not to ask more in front of my girls. "So, are you doing dessert, then?" she asked the table.

"I want something sweet," Victoria replied. "Ice cream."

"The Sweet Spot is just a few doors down. They've got a big selection," Audrey told her.

"Oh, right! Yeah, Dad, can we go there?"

"Sure, sure," I muttered, then tried to cover again, "yeah, ice cream sounds good."

- - -

My daughters went ahead of us while I paid, and Audrey hung back with me. "Hey, what's wrong, Darren?"

I shook my head, not really wanting to mention my jealous thoughts.

She leaned forward, "Talk to me..."

I took in my breath, "You, uh... do you, you know, change and shower with your teammates?"

Audrey pursed her lips, "Only after weekend practice... there's only one locker room open on the weekends..."

"So," I said evenly, "you, what... change clothes in front of all those boys?"

She shrugged, "Yeah..."

"And... they see you in the shower, too?"

Audrey clearly caught on to my jealousy and grew defensive, "We're a team, Darren... that's what teams do. It's no big deal, really."

"But... they see you naked, Audrey!" I said, my voice rising before I got it under control. "They shouldn't see you naked... and you shouldn't see them, either..."

"Why?" she demanded.

"Because it isn't right!"

"Says who? It's my body, Darren. I get to decide what is right and wrong about it."

"But... you're my girlfriend."

Audrey became angry, and in retrospect, she had every right. "You don't own me, Darren. Jesus Christ, are you really jealous because of this? It's no big deal. To anyone but you!"

"I can't help that I hate that they see you like that... and that you see things which might tempt you..."

"Tempt me?!" Audrey stood up, her hands level on the table, her face flushed with anger, her voice tense but low enough to not be overheard. "You don't trust me, Darren. How dare you? You shame me for something like this? I won't apologize for it. I won't feel ashamed. Not for one second."

"I just don't like that you are in that situation... it's wrong."

She fumed a moment, then uttered a low growl, "I'm going home. When you get your shit together, maybe we can talk. Good night."

Audrey stormed off and left me sitting alone, feeling awful about how things had gone, but, at least for the moment, I had too little self-control and self-reflection to admit to myself, and to Audrey, that I was wrong.