Alexis

CHAPTER 2: Alexis

It happened so suddenly.

No warning. Nothing.

I was coming home from school with my best friend like always, usually I would go home, drop off my things talk with my mom for a bit before she would leave to teach her evening yoga classes and then I would go next door and hang out with my best friend and her family.

The Wards are practically my second family. Ever since I could remember my family has had an extremely good relationship with the wards, Mrs. Ward and my mother used to be best friends in middle school before my grandparents had to move and ever since the Wards moved next door we've practically become one big family.

Coming home today was completely different though, when I walked through the front door I found 4 large suitcases packed and ready to go, looking around I saw my mother in the living room checking her purse. "mom, what's going on?"

"Oh sweetie, you're finally home!" exclaimed my mother as she got up to embrace me, "We're going on vacation today!"

"Oh." I said sounded more upset than usual, my parents usually leave for work as quickly as they come home. My father is usually out on business because he spearheads expeditions for his archaeological company, which I understand, he owns one of the largest dig companies in America so he's usually away from home while my mother teaches yoga during the day. Last year she traveled with my dad to India on one of his expeditions so that she could "truly learn Yoga."

"You guys just came home." I said trying to hide my sadness, "when will you be back?"

"We?" my mother said with a sly smile, "baby, we're all going!"

"What?" I said shocked, "what about school?"

"Oh don't worry about that, we've already talked to your principal about it." She said clapping her hands before she pointed at the luggage, "we leave today and come back in a month."

"A whole month?" I asked ecstatically, "where are we going?"

"Well, not the whole month exactly." She said crossing her arms, "you dad really misses us and seeing as how he's usually on his expeditions and I work during the day we hardly get to spend time together as a family. So for the next two and a half weeks we will be following your father around to Chicago, Boston and New York for his conventions and conferences then we'll spent the last week and a half on a family vacation to Hawaii!"

"Really?!" I nearly screamed, "Hawaii?"

"Yup!" she said extremely pleased, "you know what I do, and your father wants to show you what he does to support his family. I love when he talks about his job, he gets so passionate its cute." She spoke those words in a loving tone, her look gave off the impression that she was lost in a happy memory.

Its rare when it happens but when my parents are together you can clearly see the love that ties them together. Some would say "your mother is cheating on your dad" or vice versa, but in reality, they couldn't be more in love and loyal to one another. My mom only teaches female yoga classes and every night before she goes to sleep she skypes my dad.

"Awesome let me go pack!" I said putting down my bag.

"Already taken care of." She said pointed at the luggage that I assumed was mine.

and with that, we left. I said my goodbyes to my best friend and Mr. & Mrs. Ward and before I knew it the 4 weeks had flown by in the blink of an eye.

At first, I thought attending my fathers lecture would be boring, but I quickly began to see what my mother was talking about. My father spoke so passionately about his research and findings that you couldn't help but want to listen, I started to see my father in a new light. He was no longer just my dad, her was The super smart Archaeologist, aka my dad. Whenever we had down time we would go out shopping and sightseeing.

I never really go out, I usually just spend my time at home or next door with the wards so going out in a new city was nerve racking. One time in New York I was sitting on a bench waiting for my parents to bring back ice cream when these creepy guys came up to me trying to talk to me. they kept asking so many personal questions and one of them tried to take my hand when my parents came chasing them away. It was one of the scariest things I've ever gone through.

I used to think that something like that would never happen to me. I was smart, I would know how to deal with something like that. Besides, all those stories involve overly gorgeous women, the model kind of women. It wouldn't happen to me, I don't think I'm that pretty. I'm 5'6, slim yes, but I'm not on par with the women you see in magazines. At least I don't think so. I may have big breasts like my mom, but I don't think it'll happen to me.

The number of boys at school that asked me out or wanted to be my boyfriend was high and more than enough to deter me, I thought that nothing would happen if I just hung out with my best friend and surrounded myself with my girlfriends which made the boys who kept asking keep their distance. Boys are scary. I wasn't going to be one of those dumb girls who got taken advantage of, it wasn't going to happen to me, if I was going to give myself to someone I would be the one who chose. It wouldn't be forced upon me, but there I was in New York and I almost happened to me and I was almost powerless to stop it.

I used to hate how my parents were so strict, I had to come straight home after school. I was only allowed to use the internet for school purposes, there was no tv at home only books and the only TVs was in my parents room and in the kitchen but that played the news constantly. Occasionally I would watch a movie with my parents in their room before going to bed.

Seeing with how many shootings there were going on in this day and age and how many women we sexually assaulted as kids and now seeing that it could literally happen to anyone I'm glad that they have been strict with me. They were just trying to protect me, and I'm thankful that the Wards have always taken care of me when my parents were away.

I promised myself that I would start showing them a little more gratitude next time I see them, sadly though when I first came home I showed Mr. Ward my gratitude by making a huge mess in the dining room. Stupidly when we were running by we knocked over a Mrs. Wards large stack of Brochures, pamphlets and coupons all over the floor. When Jon, (I usually call him Jon when we are alone because he lets me watch tv at night with him) spoke he sounded extremely annoyed. Probably because Mrs. Ward was going to be away for a month to be with her ailing mother leaving Jon all alone to take care of the two of us. I promise to make his life a little easier while I'm here.

After cleaning up the mess I noticed that Jon was sweating, and his breathing had become a little horse. I tried to make sure he was okay, but he just waved it off, no doubt trying to make me not worry but I could see on his face that he was having a hard time, Mr. & Mrs. Ward are never apart so no doubt he was missing her.

I saw that he found comfort in having his daughter around and I was sure me being around would be a hindrance, but he gave me the most loving hug he had ever given me. It was heart warming knowing that I was able to alleviate some of his stress, so I returned his embrace, it was at that moment that I made a promise to myself. I promised to help Jon whenever he needed me, I will make it easier for him and thank him for all he's done for me.

That night I couldn't sleep, like usual I can't sleep. For some reason I can sleep like normal people, Mrs. Ward, my parents and Audrey(my best friend, daughter of the Wards) all are able to fall asleep like it was nothing Mrs. Ward and Audrey are able to sleep like the dead, I envy them. I, on the other hand find it extremely difficult to fall asleep so when I found out that Jon is exactly like me I was happy. Finally I had someone to spend time with during the boring hours that I couldn't sleep and to top it all of he let me watch tv and movies.

Going downstairs like I did mostly every night that I slept over at the Wards I found Jon sitting on the couch in the game room already watching one of his tv shows.

"Hey Sweetie." Jon said with a big smile before changing the channel. Knowing him he was watching Game of Thrones which my parents strongly disapprove of, "couldn't sleep again?"

"Nope." I said quickly eyeing the bag of chips he was munching on.

"Well, take a seat." He said patting the spot right next to him, usually I sat in the center corner of the L couch but I guess tonight I was sitting next to Jon, "grab a blanket, we'll share. It's really cold tonight."

He wasn't wrong about that, tonight was especially cold in the normally warm game room. We snuggled underneath a large blanket that I took out of the wooden trunk next to the couch and began to watch the movie that I was waiting for, Rough Night. I love Scarlet Johansson.

Shortly after the movie started Jon brought out a small dipping bowl filled with the white sauce that I tried earlier, "I forgot, since you like it I brought some out for you." He said handing me the small bowl that fit in my palm it wasn't full, it looked like I could dip a small snack of carrots in this before running out. "I read that it goes well nacho chips."

"Thanks!" I said smiling at his kindness.

"There's not much, it's all I could make on such short notice." He smiled, though he seemed a little nervous for some reason, "I hope you like it."

Handing me the bowl of chips Jon smiled expectantly. I didn't want to reject his hard work so I took a chip and began to dip and eat it. It had a stronger taste than earlier today, a little more saltier but it was good. I don't see why Jon didn't like it, but I guess everyone has their own preference.

Jon, looking at me I said, "it's good. I really like it."

"I'm glad." His smile turning into a mischievous grin, "I'll make sure to make you lots, whenever you ask."

Before I could say anything in response he put his arm around me, pulling me in so that my head was resting on his chest and we continued to watch the movie.

It really was cold tonight, my usual flannel Pajama's didn't do anything to warm me up, but the blanket and the warmth of Jon's body against mine really helped me keep warm throughout the movie. I'm really glad I get along with Jon so much, I don't know what I would do if I couldn't watch tv before I go to bed. Probably read more books? Nah, I read too much.

The following week was nice and relaxing. After being in Hawaii for over a week I forgot how cold the world can get. I miss Hawaii. Once again Friday came around and I found out that I was going to spend the whole weekend at the Wards, apparently my father had some big work party that he needed his wife to help him out. I hope everything goes well, whenever my mom comes back from those she always looks so haggard, she also complains so much about dad's colleagues being such bores.

One of the shows that I love watching is Supernatural, so tonight I was going to ask Jon if we could watch the newest episode. After 'falling asleep' I made my way downstairs and immediately I thought that something was wrong. I saw a dim light coming from the small hallway that led to the game room which was unusual because Jon always keeps the doors closed so that noise wouldn't spill out. A couple of years ago Jon sound proofed that entire room because he kept waking up Mrs. Ward when he played Fallout 4 so to make sure that everyone was happy he made sure the room was unable to bleed any sort of sound.

Creeping slowly towards the double doors of the game room I saw that the right door was slightly ajar. A faint light came from the crack that was wide enough for me to stick my head through, the light kept changing colour indicating that Jon was watching TV but what was strange was that there was no sound.

Slowly moving towards the door, without opening the door any wider I looked I and immediately froze. I couldn't see what was on the tv because of the awkward angle but right in front of the door sitting on the couch watching the tv with his back pressed deeply into the back of the couch was Jon. His eyes were completely forward and would often close tight in thought before opening again to focus on what ever was on the tv. If Jon turned his head less than 90 degrees to the left he would no doubt see me standing there frozen, not in fear but in curiosity? No, wonder. Yes, wonder and... fear?

My heart was racing, I could feel my temperature rise as beads of sweat accumulated on my forehead. I wanted to turn around a run back to my room, but I couldn't seem to pry my eyes away from the spectacle before me. Sitting on the couch in front of me was Jon, he was focusing on the tv while he was... pleasuring himself?

I'm pretty sure that's what he was doing. Every once and a while a small moan would escape his lips as he ran his hand up and down his penis. I've seen a penis once when I was 10 when my dad was home and I accidentally walked in on both my parents taking a bath together, but this was the first time I saw a penis that wasn't my father. Not only that, Jon's penis was more than twice the size of my dad's when I saw it. Days after I embarrassed my parents they sat me down and gave me "the talk."

I remember it well, it was mortifying. But what didn't match up with what my parents told me was when my mother said, "when a guy loves a woman his penis gets bigger and hard and he uses it to help the woman make a baby." I remember thinking that was going to get a little brother or sister but that never happened.

Thinking back, I remember how big my dad was when he was 'hard' he didn't seem that big but I assumed it was just something that was needed to make a child. Currently Jon's penis was more than twice the size of my dads, it was thick and veiny and the very tip of it was somewhat shiny and reminded me a large mushroom. If I had to guess just by looking at it Jon's penis was about as long, if not longer than the 12-inch ruler I had in my backpack and almost as thick as a can of coke. I didn't think a penis would be that big.

My mother used to tell me that sex feels good with someone you love, size doesn't matter but when I asked Mrs. Ward about it she blushed and said, "it's true that sex with someone you love feel great but, you also have to make sure that they are the right size. Sometimes size does matter. Between you and me." She looked around making sure no one was around before leaning in to whisper in my ear, "if you were to ask me, sex with someone you love feels so much better when they are big. The bigger the better." I remember after she said that Jon entered the room and she would become all flushed and giddy.

Looking at Jon now who was pleasuring himself in his wife's absence I thought to myself, "No way. There is no way that something that big would fit in side me." My hands instinctively moved towards the space between my thighs in attempts to confirm my worry.

The second my fingers touched the space between my thighs my body shivered, I felt something that I haven't felt in a long time. Pure fear. It wasn't the fear of being caught or being chased. It was the fear of not knowing what this new feeling was mixed with the fear of knowing that I liked this new feeling. I wanted this new feeling to take over my body.

As my finger came to rest comfortably on the mound on top of my flannel pajamas a pleasurable warmth began to run through my body. It started by radiating from the tips of my fingers till my toes started to curl. I had to lean against the closed door of the game room for balance, before I knew it my fingers were moving on their own trying to push their way into the fabric of my pajamas. Allowing myself to follow my desire I slipped my hands under my clothing, my fingers finally finding what they had been digging for started to scratch at the itch that had been building within me.

I almost shrieked from the sudden change in pleasure, the difference between rubbing over the fabric to rubbing skin to skin was too much. I had to cover my mouth to stifle the scream. Scared that I was about to get caught I looked over at Jon who hadn't moved, his eyes were closed probably focusing on the same pleasure I was giving myself. His hand gliding up and down along his monstrous penis.

With my eyes glued to the spectacle before me my hand followed suit, my fingers started to maneuver their way around the soft folds of my virgina once again digging for something, anything to bring even greater pleasure. The second my fingers found what they were looking for a quiet moan escaped my lips and as if in sync with me Jon let out a moan while his hips raised for a second before falling back down.

My fingers had found their prize, a small bean that brought torrents of pleasure with each flick. My knees began to shake as my back arched. My eyes closed tight as my body tried to focus on the pleasure I was giving myself. My whole body became enveloped in the warmth that started with my fingers, every part of me was on high alert. Even the fabric of my bralette rubbed ever so subtly against my breasts got me more and more excited, I had to fight against the urge to bring my hand away from my mouth to caress my breasts.

Opening my eyes I looked at Jon who was also focused on his building pleasure. I didn't know how but I could tell he was reaching his limit because so was I, my fingers that were exploring new territory were clumsily making their way to the finish line as my body began to slowly convulse. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, no, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the massive penis he was using to pleasure himself. I didn't want to look away.

"Hhhaaa" left my open mouth. No longer covering it to hide my moans my hand dropped and began to massage my breasts, I had to bite my lip to keep myself from being caught.

Why was I doing this? Why had I become like this? Every part of my body wanted more, even though this was the first time I had experienced this my body screamed for more while my mind screamed at me to turn around before I get caught.

What would happen to me if Jon caught me?

Would he get angry?

Would he tell my parents?

If he did that I probably would never be able to see Audrey again.

I'd probably never be allowed back here.

I'd probably never be able to see Mr. & Mrs. Ward again.

I'd probably never see Jon again.

No! that's not it, Jon wouldn't let that happen. He'd probably just give me a stern talking to. He may even teach me all about this new sensation I was feeling. Maybe he would give me a personal lesson...

NO! I cant think like that, he's my best friends dad. He's Jon.

Maybe Jon will put his penis inside me...

Before I knew it I found myself holding in a scream so loud that I'm pretty sure Jon heard me. I had to bite my lip so hard that I started tasting blood. My whole body trembled, my knees gave in forcing me to the ground. The hand that had brought all this pleasure was now swimming in a pool of liquid that had collected in my panties. The hand that was massaging my breasts was tightly gripping the door handle and when I looked back at Jon knowing that I had been caught he was still in the middle of pleasuring himself.

His eyes were shut tightly just like mine was a second ago, he was fully caught in his own world of pleasure that nothing around him mattered. Deep grunts and moans escaped his lips as his hips began to buck upwards, the tip of his penis was shining more than it had been since this all started, and I noticed that a steady stream of liquid was coming out from the tip being used as a lubricant for his quickly moving hand.

I watched mystified as Jon opened his eyes and while looking at the scene on the tv letting out a deep primal growl while raising his hips ever so slightly as his breathing became haggard. What surprised me the most was when his hand which was furiously stroking his penis was now slowly pumping out thick white liquid that was shooting out in long stands onto his lap and stomach.