Ignoring the Bells

"Damn it! Now you are not cutting that tree down!" I yelled from my porch for the fourth time. There was a woman and two men about to cut the tree down that stood on the right side of our yard. One of the men, the taller one, had had enough of my mouth and tore off his goggles and angrily came towards me. I walked down the porch steps to meet him, to show him I wasn't afraid of him and his pretentious, masculine frame.

"Listen here missy," he snapped at me. "This is my job, now if you got a problem with it, talk to the guys at the city hall."

He towered over my 5'2" frame. I looked up at him, narrowing my eyes at him angrily. "And don't call me missy," I hissed. "You will address as me as Molly, you got that?"

"Do you -"

He was interrupted my a car door being slammed. It was Daddy. He had come home from work and had parked in the driveway. He could see I was upset and came over to me.

"What's the matter, pumpkin?" Daddy asked me.

"This guy wants to tear down our tree," I pouted.

"Sir," the tall man addressed my Dad. "My boss says I have to cut down this tree because there's going to be a new house built next door. I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

"Who says it has to be cut down?" my Dad asked.

"The guys in city hall, and my boss. I have to. I'm sorry, sir. I didn't make this decision, I was merely following it through."

Daddy looked at me. He knew me too well, "No pumpkin, this is his job. There's nothing we can do, and I don't want you to give him a hard time about it. Okay?"

I pouted and stomped up the porch steps. I slammed the front door and went up to my room and cried lightly. I just hated it when Daddy took anyone's side but my own, even if I was in the wrong. I could hear my Dad and the tall man talking, as my window was open.

"I'm sorry about that," my Dad said.

"Oh it's alright - she's a feisty thing," the tall man joked.

They chuckled. "She is at that," my father said.

I couldn't help but smile slightly at that. Then of course they went into some dull discussion about the weather and so forth. I laid on my bed and flipped through a teen magazine. I was at the far end of my teen years. I was eighteen and out of luck. I had a job I didn't care for, a girlfriend who I had had a fight with a few days ago and no boyfriend. I threw the magazine across the room. I thought about guys and what it'd be like to have another boyfriend. My ex-boyfriend and I broke up five months ago and I hadn't seen anyone since. But as I said, I thought about guys. About their bodies, their cocks, their deep voices and I got horny. I couldn't help it.

I took off my clothes and laid down my bed, my legs spread. I like to play with my tits while I play with my pussy. My nipples were standing out, and my pussy was wet. I ran two of my fingers up and down my clean, cute little pink slit. I closed my eyes and sighed. I thought about this guy that I worked with. I wished it was his hand instead of mine. I've been wanting to fuck him ever since I first met him. I rubbed my little button of a clit, then slipped my index finger into my slippery hole. It was just waiting for a cock. It seemed like it was always waiting for a cock. I had only had one cock before, maybe a dozen times or so, and boy did it feel good. I jerked off quicker and quicker and came twice.

I pulled my finger out and slipped it into my mouth. The juice tasted good. I giggled. My friends and I had talked about that. They diagnosed it as "gross", but I loved it. I was still panting from my orgasms when I heard a knock at my bedroom door. I tried to make my voice sound steady and not sweaty.

"Yeah?"

"Honey, I'm going to the store for a few things. You need anything?" my father asked through the door.

I giggled, "Could you pick me up some tampons Daddy? Oh, and a bra too?"

I knew he was blushing. "Well sweetie, I-"

"I'm just kidding Daddy, I don't need anything."

I heard him walk away, down the stairs and out the front door. The crew outside was still busy slicing down our tree. About twenty minutes later I heard the saws stop. Now it was time for them to haul the stuff away. I was just glad it was quiet! I got under my blanket and decided to take a nap.

It was about 5 o'clock in the evening when I started to doze off, and I was awakened about a half-hour later, only this time it was the doorbell. I growled and got out of bed, putting my clothes back on. I went to the front door. It was the tall man from before. I stepped out onto the porch and shut the door behind me, so our cat couldn't escape.

"Molly," he said. "I'm sorry for being so rude earlier when we were arguing. I should've kept my temper in check."

I was surprised at his apology. And also touched by it too. It sounded so sincere. I smiled, "Well, thank you. I'm sorry too, I know you were just doing your job."

He smiled, his forearm leaning against the house. He had a cute smile, and his blue eyes were fixed down on my face.

"Anyway," he started. "My name is Fred."

We shook hands.

"It's nice to meet you, Fred."

I couldn't help but giggle at the way he was looking at me. I got the feeling he had a little bit of a crush on me.

"What are you giggling about?" he asked.

I looked up at him, "Fred, I think you like me."

"You bet I do. I think you're an awful pretty little girl."

"Little?" I said. "Why, I'm 18."

"Oh that's good," he said. "Because I wanted to ask you, would you like to go out to dinner sometime? You know, just so I can make up for the way I acted."

I grinned from ear-to-ear. I said yes and we agreed to meet at 7 o'clock on Friday for dinner. Everybody was pretty much done with their job, hauling away the tree and so forth, so Fred had to go.

I walked into the house. That was the last thing I had expected, for him to ask me out. But I looked forward to it. He looked much older than me. I hadn't gone out with an older man before, but I was open to it. Especially his kind. Now that I thought of it, he was very attractive - it's hard to notice that when you're seeing red. I once thought of his large frame as pretentious. Now I thought of it as sexy and manly. He must've been around 6'3" or 6'4". He had nice arms and a nice big chest, the kind that could really protect a girl. His hair was black and his eyes were a sky-blue color. He had a cute smile too. He must've been between 35 and 45. It was hard to place his age. I ran up the stairs to decide what I was going to wear for Friday night.

Friday night came and I had decided on a spaghetti strap dress on my 5'2", 100 lb. frame. I had pulled back my long, wavy brown hair with barrettes and put on a little make up, including mascara around my green eyes. Fred and I agreed to meet at the front door of the restaurant, and he looked so handsome as he got out his car and came towards me. He had on black slacks, an ironed white button-up shirt, a blue striped tie and it looks like he had shined his shoes.

"Hi Fred," I greeted him.

"Hello there, have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just got here a few minutes ago."

We went in the restaurant and the hostess sat us down to a booth. As we had met on a Monday afternoon, we talked about our week and so forth.

"All that physical labor you must do must be exhausting," I said to him.

"Not so much anymore. But you should've seen me when I first started, I was a sight," he chuckled.

The waitress came by to take our orders. She collected our menus and went on into the kitchen.

"You look very handsome tonight," I said.

"Thank you. You look very pretty tonight, that's such a pretty dress, you look just adorable in it," he said with a smile.

I blushed, "I'm glad you think so."

"I'd be silly not to think so. I'm sure you have all the boys at work crazy, and here you are, going out with some old guy like me."

I giggled, "Oh don't be silly, you're not old at all. In fact, I bet I can guess how old you are."

"Go ahead," he said with a grin.

"39?" I suggested.

"No - but I appreciate the compliment. No, I'm 46," he said. "I hope you don't mind."

I shook my head, "No, not at all."

I looked down at his hand and noticed something unusual. His skin was tanned from being out in the sun, but around his ring finger was a pale circle, as if he'd been wearing a ring while he worked under the sun, and then took it off for tonight. I mentioned it to him.

"What this?" he asked. Pointing to the pale circle of skin. "This um, I, I -"

I grabbed my purse and got up and left. As I stepped outside and started to walk to my car, I heard him call my name a few times. I turned around. He ran to meet up with me.

"Molly, sweetie, I'm sorry I never said anything about it. I knew you'd never go out with me if I told you I was married," he said.

"You're damn right," I said, and started to walk again.

"Look, you don't understand. This marriage has been over for years, I-"

I cut him off as I got in my car and slammed the door shut. I backed out of my space and squealed out of the parking lot. I couldn't believe this. Why were men like this? And I absolutely loved that excuse that the marriage "had been over for years" and yet he remains married to her!

The night had gotten chilly and it had started to rain and all I wanted to do is go home and curl up in my Dad's arms. At home, it was just him and I. My Mom had passed away when I was a toddler.

When I got home, I was glad to see my Dad was still awake. He was in the living room reading a newspaper and could see I was upset. I curled up next to him on the couch and told him about my date being married. I didn't mention that it was Fred, I just said it was my date. I rested my head on his shoulder and sobbed gently. He wrapped his arm around me and just listened quietly. I sighed when I had finally told him the situation.

"Honest Daddy, I didn't know he was married when he asked me out. I would've never gone out with him if I had known that," I said.

He gave me a squeeze, "I know that honey. I'm so sorry pumpkin."

We decided to go out that night, to get my mind off of things. We went to the bowling alley for a while and then came back home around 10 o'clock. He cooked my favorite meal, which was French toast and bacon. He really was just a great Dad. Who else would do these kind of things for me?

Around 11 o'clock we decided to say good night and went to bed, but I couldn't get to sleep right away. Although I hated Fred and I hated him not telling me everything, I still lusted after him. I had been looking forward to our date so much that the week just dragged on, and then when it finally got here I was disappointed. Still I couldn't deny that I was physically attracted to him. He was one of the most handsome men I'd seen in a long time. And he was funny, charming, cute. But he was married, and I had to keep telling myself that. I turned over in bed and told myself to forget about him and go to sleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. One of my girlfriends called me and asked if I wanted to go shopping with her. I said sure and showered and dressed. I wore a light purple sweater and a purple and white plaid miniskirt - I never knew what kind of guys I might meet today at the mall.

My Dad was going out golfing and I saw him off. I sat on the couch and was waiting for my friend to pick me up when I heard the doorbell ring. That must be her, I thought to myself and got up to answer the door. It was Fred.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I know what I did was wrong last night, and I'm sorry. Please, may I come in for a minute?" he asked, looking sadly down into my eyes.

I nodded and let him in. We took a seat on the couch and he started to talk about his marriage. How they hardly saw one another, and when they did, they always bickered and fought. They were so in love when they married, but the love was dead, he said.

"I could've never asked you out if I had been in love with her," he explained.

I felt sorry for him. I really did, but there's nothing I could do. I didn't date married man and that was that. He nodded.

"But I also came over because I wanted to tell you that the company I work for is looking for a full-time secretary down at the office. I remember last night you mentioned you were unhappy with your job - would you be interested in the secretarial position?"

I smiled, "Of course, definitely. How do I go about getting interviewed?"

"I'll take care of that," he said and pulled out his cell phone and called his boss. "Yes....Yes Mr. Sommers, I know a great girl who would be great for the position," Fred spoke mid-conversation. "Tell her what, sir?....Okay, I will...Thank you, you too...Bye."

"Well, Molly, you've got yourself an interview! Monday at 10 a.m.," Fred said with a grin.

"Thank you so much, Fred. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," I said.

"It's no trouble." We sat there for a minute in silence. The attraction was undeniable and the tension was thick. "Oh I forgot," he said. "There was another reason why I came over."

"What's that?" I asked.

He leaned in and kissed me passionately, slipping his hands around my waist and pulled me towards him. I fought meekly at first and then gave in. I didn't want to fight the feeling anymore, I wanted him too badly. He pulled me up onto his lap in a straddling position. We made out and he undid a button on my sweater.

"Oh Fred," I said. "I can't help it, but I want you so bad."

"I want you too baby. You look so sexy today, so sweet."

Just then I heard the doorbell ring. That must be my girlfriend. I ignored it and we continued making out. The bell rang again, and again we ignored it. I heard her car start up and leave. I was glad she was gone.

Fred unbuttoned my sweater and slipped it off my shoulders. He cupped my tits in their lacey white bra.

I moaned, "That feels so good. And I feel you're cock underneath me."

"Of course baby. I've been hard ever since we met."

We made out for a while more. I eventually slipped out of all my clothes and he slipped out of everything except his boxer shorts. His cock was sticking straight up.

"Let's go up to my bedroom," I said.

He followed me up the stairs and I closed my bedroom door behind him. I knelt down before him and pulled down his shorts. His cock was big - the biggest I'd ever seen, maybe 7 or 8 inches. He stroked my hair and encouraged me.

"I know it's big sweetheart, but I know you can take it," he said.

I wrapped my lips around his cock and started to suck on him. He groaned and tilted his head back, moaning. I gave his cock head kisses, then blew him more. Then I lifted up his cock and started to suck on his balls.

"Oh fuck," he cussed. "Yes baby, do it for me."

I licked his balls and gently took each one in my mouth. I moved my mouth upward again and started to blow him again, slurping and slobbering all over his meat. He softly eased me off of his cock.

"Here sweetheart, let me lick that sweet little slit of yours now. Lay on the bed."

I laid down on my bed and spread my legs. I could feel myself dripping wet. He stepped out of his shorts and knelt at the foot of my bed and pulled my body towards him and started to lick at my pussy.

"Ohh," I moaned. "Yes, that feels good."

He lapped at my pussy juice like a kitten drinking milk. He seemed so hungry for me and my body and everything that had to do with sex. I was that eager too. I clutched his hair and sweated heavily. I arched my back and came hard within a minute or two. I laid flat on my back again. God that felt good.

He hooked his arms under my back and under my knees and moved me up on the bed, so my head was resting on the pillows. I spread my legs again and he chuckled. He arranged his big body between my legs.

"I'm scared," I said. "I've never had a cock so big."

He leaned down and kissed me and whispered, "It's okay precious, I'll be gentle."

He gently pushed in his cock and I let out a yelp. He slowly pushed himself into my pussy. While he did this, I admired his body. How big his chest was and his arms and how muscular his legs seemed to be.

"Like what you see, sweetheart?" he grinned down at me. I nodded. He chuckled, "I like what I see too. I love it, in fact."

I smiled and spread my legs wider. He finally was all the way in my body. He started to pump slowly and I got into it really fast. His cock felt so good in my body. I whimpered and moaned and told him to give me more and give it to me faster.

"More, precious? Okay baby," he said.

He started to pound me hard and my tits jiggled. He stopped and sucked on my tits some, and then went back to fucking me. I'd never been fucked like this before in my life. I could feel each of his strokes, and each one left me hungry for another. He fucked me even harder and I could tell he was about to cum. I looked up at his face and I came immediately, my pussy hugging at his cock and quivering. He felt this too and shot his warm load into my slit.

"Yes, yes, cum for me baby," I urged him.

After both of us cumming, he gently slipped his cock out of my pussy and laid down next to me, both of our chests heaving and our bodies sweating. I could tell the poor man was absolutely exhausted. I giggled. I heard a car door slam outside. I jumped up from the bed and looked outside. Dad was home - and our clothes were scattered all over the living room floor. Jeez!

"What's wrong?" Fred asked.

"Ssh," I said. "My Dad's home."

I ran downstairs and scooped up all our clothes and ran back upstairs. Just as I shut my bedroom door, I heard the front door open. I sighed in relief.

Fred chuckled, "You're something baby."

I locked my bedroom door and dumped our clothes on the floor. I crawled back into bed with him. I cuddled up against his naked chest and started giggling and he started to laugh too.

"We just have to be quiet," I whispered.

He chuckled in a low voice. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me to him. Our lips were only a couple inches apart. "I won't let you get in trouble, baby," he whispered and kissed me deeply. We talked in whispered hushes.

"Now look," I said with a giggle. "My Dad may be 5'5", but he's one tough cookie - and there's no telling when he'll leave the house again."

"I don't care sweetheart. I could stay here all day."

We kissed again. His body was still sweaty. I ran my hands up and down his chest, "You look so good, Fred."

"Nah, I'm just some old man, baby."

"But you sure make love good," I giggled.

"I do with the right girl. With a girl like you, precious," he said, stroking my sweaty hair away from my face.

I smiled, "I'm going to see what Daddy's up to."

I dressed and peeked out in the hall. The coast was clear, or more accurately, the hall. I stepped out of my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I heard the tv from downstairs and followed the sound. Dad was lying on the couch watching the tube.

"Hi Daddy, what's going on? I thought you were golfing."

"Eh," he said. "I think my ankle is acting up. That damn Edwards from the office is not going to get the satisfaction, though. I'm going back to the greens after my ankle has rested some."

"Really?"

"Oh you bet, pumpkin. That cocky bastard isn't going to get the satisfaction. I'm going to meet him back at the golf course at 1 o'clock."

I looked up at the clock. That was about two hours from now. I wished my Dad good luck with his ankle and with his golf game later in the day and went back up to my bedroom.

What was I going to do with Fred? We couldn't make love - our sex was too noisy. I had Fred up in my room and my Dad downstairs. Little did my father know, I had a grown man in the house right above his head. I explained the situation to Fred. He agreed that our sex was too noisy. We decided to watch a movie and snuggled into bed together. Throughout the movie I quietly blew him a couple times in just my bra and panties. By the end of my movie I was covered in dried and wet cum - and I never felt better.