Ted Kelly sighed as he slid into his sedan in the office parking lot, exhausted. He secretly thanked god that his boss's kid had some health emergency that meant they were all let off work a couple hours early to "spend time with their families." Nothing against the kid; he was just goddamned sick and tired of being pent up in his cubicle day in and day out.
That wasn't the only place he was feeling pent up. Though for years he and his wife Cathy had an ideal marriage, even with a kid thrown into the mix, over the past five or so years, he'd watched Cathy slowly turn into what he'd always sworn she'd never be: a nagging, prudish bitch. Maybe it was the long hours she worked or the pressure of keeping up with an eighteen-year-old son, but Cathy was no longer the hot young woman he'd fallen in love with. No, now 43, she'd gained weight and seemed to have almost entirely lost her appetite for sex. He knew he wasn't to blame: at 45, he spent a lot of time at the gym and his trim, muscular physique, dark brown locks, and deep set green eyes kept him easily in the same league as the younger men he knew. But Cathy couldn't have cared less. The last time they'd slept together, he'd sworn he saw her checking her watch midway through.
This all left Ted with a potent mix of frustration and horniness that kept threatening to boil over. So he was grateful to have some free time today, having already gone to the gym, to be by himself, maybe drink a beer, and jerk off. God knows he needed the release.
He snorted to himself about the idea of spending his newfound time off with his family. Cathy was at work, always at work, and he was sure to get an earful of complaints about her boss later in the evening. His son was the typical evasive teenager, and was probably either at football practice or hanging out with Andie.
Andie. Just the thought of her and blood began to rush to Ted's cock. His son had been dating her for a few months now and having her around did nothing to help Ted's excruciating frustration. In fact, it did just the opposite.
Newly eighteen, Andie was the perfect little package. She had a large pair of blue eyes shadowed by feathery lashes and sweet, full lips the color of raspberry jam. Her wavy red hair fell to her collarbone, which she habitually shook off her shoulder in a manner somehow both absolutely adorable and sublimely sexy. She was very petite, only about five feet tall, but her athletic lines were interrupted by a shapely ass and a newly sprouted pair of C-cup breasts. How many times had he forced himself to drag his eyes from those luscious, perky tits?
And the best part? A tie between two characteristics: the fact that she was a cheerleader, the classic sexy high school stereotype, or that she always wore a silver cross necklace around her neck, a symbol of her devout Christian faith. She'd talked about it when she came over for dinner, and Ted inferred one of the sources of his son's angst from the subliminal messages he thought he picked up on: sex before marriage was likely off limits for good girls like Andie. A damn shame, too, considering that her body was seemingly made to be fucked. He grinned, shaking his head. His poor, poor son. Yet somehow, her purity only increased her attractiveness. The idea of corrupting innocence had always been a fantasy of Ted's.
He pulled into his driveway. He adjusted his semi-hard cock, which was forming a tent in his pants, thanks to the images of Andie that were swimming around in his head. She'd been feeding his fantasies for the past few weeks now, and he couldn't wait to pull his cock out and imagine what he'd do to her in a perfect world.
Holding his briefcase in front of his erection, lest the neighbors should see, he got out of his car and went to the front door, which was already unlocked. Strange; Cathy was adamant about the front door being locked, and he was careful to always lock it after leaving to avoid getting bitched out. He shrugged to himself and pushed it open.
He slung his briefcase and coat onto the kitchen table. He didn't pause for breath as he pulled open the refrigerator door, grabbed a beer, popped the top, and drained half the bottle. He was about to continue about his business when he heard a muffled noise.
He froze. Who else was home? It seemed to be steadily coming from the basement, which held the laundry room, the guest room, and his son's room. He checked the calendar on the fridge—his son should be at football practice. So was it Cathy? His brow knit; he couldn't imagine why she'd be home this early.
Slowly, he began to comprehend the rhythmic quality of the noise. He listened for a few more moments, absorbing the implication. There could be no doubt about it; that was the sound of sex. But those weren't Cathy's moans. Cathy didn't really moan, she just sort of... whined. The idea of Cathy having an affair behind his back made an involuntary, cruelly piteous smile dart across his lips. It must be his son.
His breath caught in his throat as it dawned on him what was happening. Either his son was watching porn very, very loud... or he was cheating on Andie. He felt a thump of rage when he thought of his son, his ungrateful boy, hurting sweet, beautiful Andie-- the kind of girl he could only dream of when he was in high school.
Without thinking, he felt his feet marching their way down the stairs to put an end to it. He went towards the door, which had been carelessly left open, unsure of what he was going to do or say but knowing he had to stop this, before the sight and sounds inside knocked the breath out of him completely.
His son was not watching porn. Neither was he cheating on Andie.
He was fucking her.
Or, rather, she
was fucking
him.
Both of them were naked; the only article of clothing between them was the delicate silver cross swinging from Andie's neck. He was lying down, his hands on her round ass, and she was riding him, rolling her hips and moaning without inhibition. With every thrust, her tits, even bigger than Ted imagined they'd be, bounced. Ted could not make sense of the sweet, shy girl he knew and this lustful goddess being one and the same.
She let out a loud cry, elicited by a particularly deep thrust, and her eyes fluttered open to see Ted at the doorway. She screamed in alarm and struggled to quickly cover herself, her hands forming a poor substitute for a bra across her tits. Ted forced himself to take on the look of a shocked and outraged parent, moving his eyes to his son and then away, shaking his head in feigned disgust.
"Oh, fuck... Dad..." his son groaned as he quickly rustled around, trying to cover himself. Ted could ear Andie whimper as she pulled the sheet over her nude form.
"Josh," Ted said, trying to sound stern, trying to keep his voice from shaking in excitement after seeing Andie, "I didn't see anything, but I know enough to know what you kids were doing."
"Fuck," his son muttered as he pulled on a pair of shorts, trying to think fast. "Look, Dad, I know I should be at football-"
Football! That was right! Ted's mind, staggering to find what to say before, grasped onto this idea with all its might. "You won't be in as much trouble if you get to practice
right now,
" he said, unsure of what his plan was. "Coach is counting on you. We'll talk about this later, young man."
"Oh, Christ, ok," Josh mumbled, rapidly throwing on items of clothing. "Um, Andie-"
"Andie, I'd like you to stay here," Ted heard himself say. "We're going to have a little talk."
"Ok," Andie whispered, clearly stricken.
There was a pause, scored only by the sound of Josh pulling on clothes, before Ted shook himself out of it. "Right," he said. "I'll be upstairs. You get yourselves decent and do as I say."
They both mumbled their assent, and Ted started away from the room and up the stairs.
Have a little talk?
he thought.
What the hell was that? What am I going to say to her? What's my plan?
His head was still spinning as he sunk into the living room couch, grabbing a pillow to rest atop his lap and hide his haplessly persistent erection. Only a minute or so had passed before Josh, not making eye contact, flew up the steps, grabbed his football bag, and raced out the door with only a mumbled, "Sorry."
So much for chivalry,
Ted thought as he waited for Andie.
Andie didn't make eye contact either as she slowly made her way up the stairs and to the seat beside him on the couch, wearing a light pink tank top and a short baby blue skirt. Her cheeks were flushed red almost as deep as her hair, and he could see that there were tears in her eyes. He noticed with a lascivious lurch in his stomach that her lips were slightly swollen in the way he recognized from porn as the telltale sign that she had given one hell of a blowjob. His cock strained against his pants.
"Andie," he started. She looked down at her knees. "Honey, you're not in trouble."
"I'm not?" She looked up, meeting his gaze before suddenly darting her eyes away.
"No," Ted said, laughing a bit nervously. "You're an adult, you're allowed to be... intimate."
Andie's cheeks deepened in color. "Yes." She hesitated. "Mr. Kelly?"
"Please," he said, smiling empathetically. "You can call me Ted."
"Um, Ted," she said, biting her puffy lower lip and looked up at him through her thick eyelashes. "You're not going to tell my parents, are you?"
Ted remembered the cross around her neck. "Would they not approve?"
Her eyes grew wide. "Oh, no. They don't even know I've
kissed
a boy."
Ted whistled. "Ouch. I knew they were religious, but I had no idea they were
that
religious."
Andie sighed, and he saw her relax a little. "You have no idea. They're insane."
Ted's curiosity was naturally piqued. "Have they really told you that sex is wrong?"
Andie bit her lip. It was clear that she was unsure whether or not to trust him.
"Hey, Andie, it's ok to talk to me about this. You should have a trusted adult to talk to," he said gently. "Have they told you that sex is a bad thing?"
Slowly, she nodded. "That and more. Really any form of pleasure seems to be a sin to them. It's nuts. Honestly, I think that's why I-" She caught herself, eyes widening and glancing at Ted before they flitted back to her knees.
"Why you...what?" Ted asked gently.
"Oh, nothing," she said with a nervous laugh, shaking her head.
He felt a surge of boldness rise inside him. "Why sex is so fun?"
She gasped but did not contradict him. She struggled to find the right words to say. "It's ok, Andie," he said in the same soothing voice. "Do you like sex?"
"Yes," she hissed quietly. She looked at him, a wild excitement flickering through her eyes, "Yes. I do. Yes."
He was taken aback by her sudden fierceness. "Is this the first time you've admitted that?"
"Yes," she said. "Even to Josh. I haven't outright told him I enjoy it. Wow. It feels so
good
to be talking like this."
"Is he the only boy you've been intimate with?"
"Yes," she said, biting her lip again.
"Has he... has he been with other girls?" For some reason, Ted hoped that he hadn't. For Andie's sake.
"No," she said, though there was something in her voice, a far-off quality, that made Ted wonder. There was clearly something more to the story there.
