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Ch. 26 Codes: Mf, teen, oral
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The girls got dressed rapidly and then went home. I briefly considered
going with them before deciding against it. Having nothing better to
do, I sat in the living room watching a movie in case they needed me
for something.
I was about to go to bed at one-thirty when the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"Steve?" It was Marianne. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"
"No, I was waiting up. What's going on?"
She sighed weakly into the phone.
"My dad is still in jail. He won't have his bail hearing until
tomorrow morning, and my mom is making noises about not bailing him
out."
"What happened?"
"It was the dumbest piece of luck. He was screwing this checkout girl
in his office, she's sixteen or something, and one of the new checkers
walked in on him. I guess most of the employees know enough about him
not to barge in on him, but she didn't. Apparently she let out a
scream when she caught them, and as it happened, this is the really
dumb thing, there were two cops in the store at the time. I guess they
were stocking up on doughnuts or something. But they were right
nearby, so they went to check out what was going on."
"And they arrested him?"
"Yeah. And, according to the D.A. we talked to, because he's so much
older than her, he could be getting like ten years in jail. The girl
is claiming he pressured her into it, which I can believe, so they may
decide to get tough with him."
"I'm sorry."
She sniffed, and I could hear her starting to cry.
"I mean, I hate him for doing this all the time, and how he never pays
attention me and Hayley, but he's still my dad, you know? How can my
dad be in jail?" She sobbed and gasped for breath. "What am I going
tell people?"
I cringed, listening to her sobbing into the phone.
"What can I do? Just ask."
She bawled and gasped for another few seconds before she could answer
me.
"Can I come over?"
"Absolutely. Come."
She hung up the phone without saying anything else, and she came though
the door less than a minute later. She ran right into my arms and
resumed crying. I held her, rocking her back and forth for a minute or
two before picking her up and carrying her upstairs. We lay down on
the bed and she hugged me tightly.
Her tears dried up after about ten minutes.
"How is Hayley?"
She sniffed.
"Hysterical. She and Mom were lying down together when I called."
"Your mom doesn't want to bail him out?"
She took a deep breath and sat up.
"I don't know. She was saying things like 'I can't take this anymore,'
and 'I've had it with him.' I think . . . I think she might just
divorce him this time."
"I'm sorry."
She took another breath and exhaled.
"I understand how she feels. I almost . . . I don't know if I can face
him again after this."
"You didn't get to see him?"
"Mom did. Hayley and I couldn't."
I wanted to ask her the question I could not ask her, which was why she
was so upset with her father when he was doing nothing more than what I
was. Maybe she held her father to a higher standard; maybe she didn't
like seeing the situation from another perspective. Maybe she just
didn't like the idea of her father having sex, or maybe it was just the
cheating issue she cared about. Whatever it was, I had no choice but
to keep my mouth shut.
Marianne spent the night, curled up tightly beside me. Elizabeth
called us the next morning, and explained how she had decided that
Charles Mulcahey was not setting foot in her house again. Charles got
himself bailed out, but by then Elizabeth had packed his bags and put
them out on the curb. They had a screaming fit with each other that
afternoon, after which Charles went to a motel.
In the days that followed, I saw more of Marianne and less of Hayley.
Hayley appeared too shocked by this event to think much of me, which
didn't surprise me. Marianne, on the other hand, needed me more than
ever, and I provided what moral support I could.
Elizabeth filed for divorce a week after her husband's arrest.
With this cloud hanging over all our heads, we tried to keep a low
profile. The other girls on the squad stayed away, and the only one I
ever saw was Marianne. Thanksgiving approached with her father still
gone. I wasn't sure what to do, but I didn't want to intrude.
On Tuesday before Thanksgiving, while I was at work, I got a very
interesting phone call.
"Elizabeth Mulcahey," my secretary said through the intercom.
I grabbed the phone.
"This is Steve."
"Steve, this is Elizabeth. How are you?"
"Fine. How are things going?"
She sighed.
"The girls are still in a state of shock. Hayley will hardly talk to
me since I started the divorce proceedings. Thanksgiving is going to
be very difficult this year, as you can probably imagine."
"I'm sorry. If there's anything you need me to do, just ask."
"Well, that's why I'm calling." She paused for a moment or
two. "Steve, I know the moral issues here are rather murky, but I'm
trying to do what's best for my daughters. I was thinking it might
help them if you could come for dinner on Thursday. I'm hoping I'm not
catching you too late."
It took me a few seconds to get over my shock.
"You mean for Thanksgiving?"
"Yes. I think Charles's absence would be less striking if you were
there."
"Well . . . um, I don't have any other plans. I guess, if you want me
to come, I will."
"I would appreciate it."
"Do they know about this?"
"Marianne dropped a couple of hints. Hayley doesn't know."
"If they're okay with it, it's fine."
"I'll ask Hayley and let you know. Thank you."
Elizabeth called me back later that afternoon and told me that Hayley
had agreed to have me there. I asked her if I could bring anything,
and she suggested I bring the drinks.
I showed up at three o'clock on Thursday afternoon wearing one of my
better suits and carrying two bottles of my best Mondavi Chardonnay.
Marianne met me at the door in a long white dress and gave me a hug.
"Thanks for coming."
"I'm still kind of shocked about this."
"Me too. But I think Mom is really trying to move on."
"What about you?"
She looked down and nodded slightly.
"I'm trying."
We returned to the kitchen, where Hayley and Elizabeth were finishing
the dinner. Hayley gave me a quick hug, and I gave Elizabeth the wine.
"Thank you. If you want to open it, the corkscrew is over there."
I put one bottle in the refrigerator and opened the other. I poured
two glasses, watching the uncertain look in Marianne's eyes.
"Mom?"
Elizabeth glanced at her, then me.
"I guess so, honey. Just one glass, though, all right?"
"Thanks."
I poured Marianne a glass, then surveyed the dinner. The turkey was
out on the counter, and Elizabeth was finishing up the creamed spinach
and mashed potatoes.
"Anything I can do?"
"Just make yourself at home. We'll be ready in a few minutes."
I went back out to the living room with Marianne. She sat next to me
and took a sip of her wine.
"Have you talked to your dad?"
She shook her head.
"He still hasn't called. I don't know if he doesn't want to talk to
Mom or what. I don't know what I would say to him, frankly."
She leaned against me, laying her head on my shoulder. I nuzzled her
briefly, and then, seeing nothing else to do, turned on the football
game. The Cowboys were leading the Redskins 24-14, and I watched until
Elizabeth called us to dinner.
The food was pleasant enough, but the atmosphere hanging over the
dinner dulled my enjoyment of it. We confined the conversation to the
current events at Marianne and Hayley's school, and to banal shoptalk
about my job and Elizabeth's. I did my best to eat my fill, but it was
clear that none of the women had much of an appetite. We scarcely made
a dent in the turkey.
Marianne and Hayley served the dessert, a store-bought pumpkin pie. I
made some coffee while they set up the plates and then returned to the
table.
When we had all taken our seats, Elizabeth sat back in her chair and
took a deep breath.
"There is something I need to tell all of you. Steve, I asked you here
tonight because this concerns you as well. This was a very difficult
decision on my part, but I think it is the best for all of us."
I glanced at Marianne and Hayley. Both faces were lined in concern.
"Your father is going to plead guilty to molesting that girl. Because
she is alleging that he pressured her to have sex, the D.A. will not
agree to probation. Your father will be going to state prison for two
years. He may be out sooner than that, but that is the sentence he is
going to agree to on Monday morning.
"He and my lawyer have been in contact about the divorce. He will not
interfere in my request for full custody. The property issues will
take some time to unravel, but the divorce will be going through."
Hayley had sagged in her chair and begun to cry quietly into her lap.
Marianne just looked at me sadly, then looked back to her mother.
Elizabeth took another ragged breath.
"I have been thinking for a long time about going back to school and
finishing my degree, and this disaster that your father has
precipitated seems to be enough of a reason. I would, ultimately, like
to attend law school and move up from being a legal secretary to being
an actual lawyer. I was hoping that I could get accepted to the
University for the spring semester, but unfortunately that did not
happen."
Marianne gasped, throwing her hand over her mouth. Hayley looked up in
shock. Elizabeth reached out and took both her daughters' hands.
"I have, however, been accepted at U.C. Santa Cruz. If we can make
this work, I want to start there in January."
Marianne came out of her shock.
"Mom, you can't--"
Elizabeth cut her off.
"Marianne, wait. Just listen. I am not going to pull either of you
out of school and move you to Santa Cruz. I know that would be too
difficult for both of you, particularly you, since you are about to
graduate yourself."
She paused and looked at me, and suddenly I realized where she was
going with all of this.
"What I hope we could do is have the two of you move in with Steve. I
know how you feel about him, and I have begun to understand why. I
think this would be the least traumatic solution for all of us."
Three jaws were nearly on the table by this point. Ironically perhaps,
it was Hayley who spoke up first.
"We could do that?"
"I think so. I asked my lawyer about it, though I left out a lot of
the details. He pointed out that Marianne can live where she likes,
since she is eighteen, and he said there is nothing legally wrong with
leaving you in her care. You would simply be living with Steve at the
same time."
The three of them glanced around at each other, but it took me a few
seconds before I realized that six eyes had finally come to rest on
me. Waiting for an answer.
"Uh . . . wow. Um. I need to think about this."
"Take all the time you need," Elizabeth said. "I know this is a
surprise."
I laughed weakly.
"That's putting it mildly."
Marianne reached out and squeezed my hand. I glanced at Hayley, who
stared at me with a look of yearning so intense that I had to look away
from her a second later.
"I have the room. That's not a problem. It's just--"
"I would be just a couple of hours away. I won't make you become their
father. I intend to stay as involved in their lives as I can. I just
need this break to find myself. I have been so emotionally dead for so
many years living with Charles. And with him in prison, I have to put
the house up for sale. It's that or lose it to the bank. Under these
circumstances, I can't go back to school without seriously disrupting
the girls' lives. Not without your help."
I looked back at Marianne, seeing that her eyes were beginning to fill
with tears. I realized suddenly that she might be thinking I was
hesitating because I didn't want her around after what had happened. I
returned the squeeze she was giving me.
"Look. It's not that I don't want them living with me. It's just that
this is a major-league commitment. I've been living alone for almost
fifteen years now."
"We won't be any trouble," Hayley said. "I'll clean up everything. We
won't make a mess of your house. I'll do all my homework and
everything I'm supposed to do. You won't have to check up on me."
Marianne didn't say anything, but I could see it in her eyes anyway. I
think she knew that if she said anything and I hesitated, she would
break down completely.
I took a moment to steady myself.
"I think . . . I think we can do it. At least give it a try."
Hayley squealed and bounced in her seat. She was sitting across from
me, otherwise I think she would have jumped into my lap. Marianne came
out of her chair and hugged me tightly. I looked past her shoulder at
Elizabeth, who just reached for my hand. She tried to say, "Thank
you," but all she could do was mouth it.
Marianne released her grip on my neck.
"I'm going to make you the happiest man on Earth," she whispered.
I squeezed her waist.
"You already have."
I stayed to help clean up, but Marianne went back home with me after
dinner. We drifted up the stairs into the bedroom, glancing at each
other but saying nothing. I lifted the dress over her head, then took
off her bra and panties. She undressed me as well, then linked her
arms around my waist.
"I know this is a big step."
"It is."
"I'll do everything I can to make it work. I promise."
"I keep wondering about the sleeping arrangements. Having both of you
in here may be problematic."
She smiled.
"Hayley wants her own room. She asked me when we were doing the dishes
if I thought you would mind. I guess not, right?"
"No. She needs her own room."
"But I get to sleep in here with you?"
"Right."
She hugged me, giggling.
"I'm going to be living with you."
I smiled down at her.
"You really are."
"Are you sure you're ready for this?"
I laughed.
"You're asking *me*?"
"Yes. You said yourself that you've been living alone for fifteen
years."
"I have been. But since I met you, I think I've realized how lonely I
had gotten. I'm not sure where this is going to take us, but I'm
willing to take the trip."
"Me too."
I pulled her close and kissed her. She melted against me, pressing her
big tits against my chest. I felt myself stiffening between us, and
when I shifted to give myself more room, Marianne reached in to take my
erection in her hands. She stroked me gently as we kissed, a light,
silky touch that sent shivers down my legs.
She lowered herself to her knees and took me deeply into her mouth. I
felt myself probing at the back of her throat, and she began to bob
slowly on my erection. I stood there, rigid, holding her head and
letting her make love to me with her mouth. She withdrew and ran her
tongue around the head a few times before plunging back down. One hand
played softly with my balls, and I could see that the other had
disappeared between her legs.
I stood her attentions for only another minute or so before pulling her
up. She giggled, leaning against me, and I picked up. I tossed her on
the bed, making her shriek with laughter. I crawled after her, she
spread herself open for me, welcoming me into her. She was already wet
but still deliciously tight. She rolled her hips back, making the
tendons on her thighs stand out as I forced every inch of myself into
her. She grunted as I bottomed out, digging her nails into my butt.
I lunged forward, burying my tongue on her mouth. Her arms came up
around me, holding me tightly as I thrust at her. She matched my every
movement, rolling her hips with every thrust. I penetrated her from
both directions until she began convulsing, biting at my tongue
involuntarily. I lifted up from her body, watching her big tits
rolling around on her chest. I bent to take a perfect nipple in my
mouth, and she cried out, arching her back. Her hips spiked up at me
hard, and a tremor began in her abdomen. Her thighs began to shake,
then batter my waist. She let out a shriek, clawed at my back, and
came.
I slowed my thrusts as she coasted down, gasping for breath. She
shivered under me, even that contact too much for her sensitive flesh.
She pulled me back down and kissed me slowly.
"I love you," she said softly.
I kissed her back, beginning to move again within her. I felt her
squeezing me as best she could, and I reached under her to take her
tight butt in my hands. The flesh of her buttocks tensed, then
relaxed, then tensed again, moving with my thrusts.
She bit at my earlobe.
"Come in me . . . I want to feel it . . . I want to feel you inside me."
I moved faster, my approaching climax aching in my balls like molten
lava. Every bit of her around me was wet and overheated, only making
my crisis worse. I drove harder, beginning to thump against her,
making her breasts shake with each thrust. Her breathing accelerated,
and she looked up at me, nodding rapidly, whimpering, knowing what was
about to happen.
I grunted, then cried out, pounding myself at her, and then my cum was
erupting into her shuddering body, triggering another orgasm a split-
second after mine. We held each other, shaking in the aftermath,
trying to catch our breath.
I stayed on her, in her, until the heat of this encounter finally
faded. I rolled off beside her, and she snuggled under my arm.
"I love you, Kitten."
She hugged me, giggled contentedly.
"You've got me," she said. "I'm all yours now."
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