I never expected to have the kind of distraction and discomfort I've been having be right here at home. I mean, I'm finding my way to this exercise at the request of my "therapist"...something every young man craves, right? Wrong...I had better things to do with my Thursday afternoons, than to scribble or tinker on my tablet writing into a "journal" about my home life.
BUT, for whatever the reasons I dislike the idea, the very cold, hard truth of the matter is, there IS a huge problem. And it's been going on for years, and had I never decided to give in to my carnal lusts, I would never have been caught so deer-in-headlights, by ummm, HER.
Let me back up and explain some things. I had just turned nineteen when Sabrina came into my life. She was the slightly younger than me—by a few months—daughter of the woman my father had begun to date after his divorce from my Mom. Now, my father wasn't a ladies man by any means, but he did well financially and he made no misgivings about the fact that he thought Kerry, the woman he had begun dating, was "way out of his league" but that she genuinely seemed to like him and sure enough it wasn't long after that Kerry and her daughter, who I had never met until then, were to move into our humble home to make a new family. We were picking them up from the airport as they were moving from Southern California to Northern where we lived, shipping their belongings by truck.
I remember the day clearly, as I thought it was any other day, nothing special. That was until Sabrina came into view. I remember feeling my mouth go slack, and beads of perspiration popped out on my head instantly, and I remember too, that I got a kind of sick to my stomach feel, or maybe it was lust or god help me, maybe I fell a little in love on the spot, I don't know...but SHE was beyond beautiful.
She was tall, probably a good 5'8" or 5'9", with a supermodel's face, just exquisite, flawless skin, and a row of white teeth that glistened in the light, framed by the most luxurious dark brown hair, with streaks of Amber throughout. As her hair moved with her steps, I was already lost in her looks, but then...my eyes fell, literally FELL on her body! God help me, I swear, this wasn't even fair, her legs were divine, she had an impossibly tiny waist, I mean did she not have a single ounce of babyfat left on her?
But then, the part that would corrupt my soul immediately was her chest. A just impossibly beautiful, just enormous, but high and firm and so perfectly round, bustline, was absolutely devastating! I caught her eyes looking my way and I flushed to burning in my cheeks and she grinned at the reaction, and looked down at herself, as if to see if she looked as good as I acted that she did. Her tight blue tank top, clearly without any bra, moved with every step as those unbelievable breasts swayed and provided the sexiest view in all the state certainly, but with it tucked tightly into her white, ripped denim shorts, with a cute cowboy belt and jade buckle, sockless white cowboy boots, and cute as hell hoop earrings, she looked amazing.
Clearly used to being the most unbelievable girl in a room, she stood confidently with one hand poised on her hip, while her Mom and my Dad greeted with a hug and kiss.
Kerry turned to me, "OH Scott! So nice to finally meet you, I want you to say hello to your new roommate! Sabrina love, this is Scott, Alan's son, who will be living with us as we all get acquainted!"
My Dad was somewhat nervous (was this HIS first time seeing Sabrina too? He looked way too uncomfortable to be used to this goddess), and smiled with a hurried grin and said "Hey, time for all that at home, let's get your luggage and get you all something cool to drink and settled in at the house. I say we go out and celebrate with dinner on the town," he added while glancing at me, then Sabrina, as if almost hoping she would favor him with a smile at his idea.
The ride home was pretty quiet, with Sabrina next to me in back, looking out the window absently. I could see my father glancing nervously at the rear view mirror over and over again as if he was hoping to catch her peering at him. Perhaps not, but it was odd behavior and I could understand his eagerness. I was struggling myself. I had been watching her out of the corner of my eye, trying not to stare, but I couldn't keep my eyes off those tan legs and that unbelievable body, the womanly curves just bouncing with the car.
Every once in a while she would breathe in deep and sigh, pulling a strand of delicious hair back behind her ear, or smoothing her top out, which only made her incredible nipples stand out even more. Little did I know that she was baiting me for things to come, already. Well, and not just for me either, I would also later learn.
I helped Sabrina carry her luggage up the stairs to her room, across the hall from my own, which is when she first spoke to me, and I thought the words might have been played out loud by a Harp they were so beautiful sounding to me.
As I nervously placed her bags on her bed, she touched my shoulder saying "Scotty? Can I call you Scotty? It's cute. I was hoping to maybe change out of ummm, well, these...", and with that, she made a sweeping gesture with her hands as if the top and shorts she had on were offensive somehow..."so, maybe can you be sweet and unpack my things? Just dainty things on hangers, more casual folded in drawers and well, anything ladylike, just discreetly put in the top there, what do you say?" She arched her eyebrow and grinned at me and I think did a quick check of me top to bottom, as if eyeing her prey.
"S-s-sure Sabrina..."oh GOD, I stammered.
She giggled like tinkling chimes outside a porch door, and my heart cramped, as I felt my young cock stirring against my wishes, and she leaned in to give me a quick peck on the cheek and leaving me with "Oh and Scotty, I will probably take a long shower before I change, I need to get the smell of the city off my skin, so take your time, I would rather you did it with care than just threw all my pretty things any old place."
With that she wheeled on her heel and tiptoed away, an hourglass in girl's skin, and left me with an ache and burning need all at once. But to be honest, I was enthralled with the notion of her things being in my hands. I would do a perfect job of putting her stuff away; I wanted her to be happy with me so much it hurt.
If I had been thinking straight, which years later I now can, I would have known she set me up to touch her things, to have my heart and head fall for her amidst the smells and clothing of a beautiful young seductress just spreading her wings. And what I did find on that day would change my life forever.
