This is my first attempt at writing erotica. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Constructive feedback is welcomed. This is a work of fiction. The people, places and events only happen in my imagination. As always, all characters engaging in sexual acts are over the age of 18.
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Darby Steele had recently graduated from college. Now she was back at home, interviewing for jobs, but so far having little luck. She probably had a job waiting for her at her dad's company where she could use her shiny new accounting degree and work in H.R. or Accounts Services. Her dad's status at the company meant she'd almost certainly be hired. But truth be told, she had no desire to work in a cubicle or an office analyzing spreadsheets. She was good with numbers and records, but she really didn't want a nine-to-five. But it might be nice to work at the same company as her father.
Jake Steele, her father, traveled occasionally, but he almost never went into his office. His office was in his home, or more usually in his new SUV. Darby wanted a job like her Dad's where her time was largely her own. He'd explained to her that sales jobs like that had be earned, and he'd paid his dues to be able to work the way he did. He was good at what he did, and he made a lot of money for the company and earned a great living for his family. He'd certainly come a long way from that poor little town in the deep south where rednecks still referred to successful black men like him as 'boy.' Jake hadn't been back there in over 20 years. If he never saw it again, that would be fine, too. He certainly had no plans to show up there with his white wife and biracial daughter. But now, while Darby wasn't yet working anywhere, he enjoyed spending time with her. They both figured that, at 21, she had time to figure out what she wanted to do.
Her mom, Meredith Steele, was a store manager at a big-box retail store called Top Value. The pay was above-average, the employee discounts were great, but the hours were a pain. Darby didn't even consider going that route. As a store manager, she thought her mom might be around more since now she could hand those pesky night- and weekend-hours off to her assistant managers. But somehow, Meredith seemed to work even more. Lately, she worked almost every Friday and Saturday night, and at least a couple of nights through the week. It seemed like forever since the three of them had even eaten dinner together. Mostly, it was just Darby and her dad. But Darby was a bona-fide daddy's girl, and if one parent had to be away all the time, she was glad it was her mom.
Friday night, she was going over to Lake Point with Nora Rochester, her BFF, also 21 years old. She and Nora had been friends since middle school and were closer than sisters. They had been roommates in college. Nora's parents had divorced a last year, but she still mainly lived with her dad, Nate. He and Darby's dad were good friends, and often played tennis or hoops together at the Y. The Rochesters were the only other black family in the exclusive neighborhood, and with her mother, Janie, out of the picture, there were only three black people in the area. Well, three and a half, if you count Darby. Nora had also recently finished her bachelor's degree but was planning on staying at home as she went for her MBA.
Darby and Nora were both very attractive young women. Despite being one of the taller girls in high school, and seemingly athletically built, Nora had no interest in sports. Indeed, she was quiet and much more reserved than Darby. Her smooth, dark skin, statuesque build, elegant curves, and quiet demeanor made her appear regal and aloof. High school boys had been afraid to approach her, and college boys fared no better.
Darby was shorter, at just over five feet, although she would insist that she was five feet five, much to Nora's amusement. Darby's biracial heritage gave her skin a rich cinnamon hue, and her hair natural brown and blonde highlights. When it was long, her thick hair was hard to manage. So when she started college, she cut it short into a pixie-ish cut that complemented her sunny, outgoing personality. She was on the petite side, and struggled to fill up an A-cup. Darby often complained about her 'mosquito bite' tits, but she felt that they were made up for with her great ass. She really had a spectacular ass, and she knew it. While high school and college boys both found her approachable and they flocked to her, for some reason Darby was chronically single.
Friday afternoon, Nora beeped the horn at Darby's house, and Darby kissed her dad on the cheek. "That's Nora, and we're out, dad. Are you doing anything tonight?" she said as she grabbed her purse and her phone, getting ready to leave.
"Nah, just goofing around on a project out in the garage. If Nate comes over, we might go grab a beer. Nothing big. Have fun and stay safe!" Darby was 21 now, and Jake didn't worry about her much. She'd always been a good girl, maybe a little mischievous, but overall very well-behaved. He was really glad they were so close. His wife had been a little distant lately, but he barely noticed it as he spent more and more time with Darby. As Darby ran out to the car, he waved at Nora, and closed the door behind her.
The next Monday afternoon was Memorial Day, and Darby and her dad were relaxing around the pool, sipping iced tea. The sun was shining brilliantly, and while summer was definitely on its way, you could still feel the last whispers of the mild spring air. "Dad, we need to talk," Darby suddenly said, out of nowhere.
"Well, this can't be good," remarked Jake. "Nothing good has ever followed the words, 'We need to talk!' What did I do wrong, sweetie?"
"You didn't do anything wrong, Dad. But yeah, this is kinda bad. I've been dreading telling you this all week. But now, I need to tell you something," said Darby.
Jake scoffed, "You know, it's never, 'We need to talk... I finally bought a lottery ticket and I won millions!' No, it's always something bad, and something I like is about to end, or something I won't like is about to start. Okay, baby, so what is it?"
Darby took a deep breath and let it out. She seemed to be steeling herself for a very difficult conversation. Jake, feeling this was going to be a very serious conversation, sat forward in his chair and waited silently for her to speak. She looked him square in the eye and said, "So I'll just say it. Dad, I'm pretty sure Mom is cheating on you."
Jake didn't answer immediately. After about five seconds, he asked softly, "Are you sure? I mean, that's a pretty serious bomb to drop."
"Yeah," she nodded. "Pretty sure."
Jake paused again, and then, "Well you certainly have my attention. Go ahead... lay it out for me."
"Okay. You remember last Friday she said she had to work late? Well, Nora wanted to go to one of those goofy shabby-chic shops that she likes so much, and she heard there's a new one over in that outdoor mall in Lake Point. You know, the one with that awesome movie theater we like?
"Well we went there, and when we came out, Nora noticed a really pretty electric car in the parking lot of this hotel in the same parking lot. You know she's been begging her dad to buy her one. So she drove by to see the car a little closer, and I noticed a Range in that parking lot that looks just like yours. Same dark blue, same wheels, everything. Then I saw your nerdy bumper sticker, and I started thinking that this might be your car. So I took out my key, and clicked it, and it unlocked! So I'm like, 'What the hell is my dad doing at a hotel while Mom's at work!?'"
Jake interrupted her with, "Wait, is that why you video called me that night, all accusing me of, I don't know, something?"
"Yes! I video called because I wanted to see if you were at home. And when I saw you were at home, that's why I asked you where your car was, and you told me mom took it because some big manager from corporate was coming and she needed to drive him around," Darby explained. She went on, "So here we are... an hour out of town, at a hotel, and your car parked there. Even if Mom had to drive this guy around, why was she parked there? So I asked Nora to wait with me. It didn't look good, and I wanted to know for sure. We parked over away from your car and waited to see who Mom came out of that hotel with. While we were waiting, I even called the store and asked if I could speak with her. The guy just said, 'Uhh, she's at lunch,' so I just hung up and kept waiting. She came out after about 30 minutes, all wrapped up with this guy and, well, I guess it's better if I just show you." And with that, Darby took out her phone. She already had the video queued up.
In it, Meredith was walking from the hotel, holding hands with some blonde younger guy wearing blue jeans and a polo shirt. Meredith was wearing some very short red shorts (that were Jake's favorite!) and a thin loose blouse that highlighted her full breasts. Her blonde hair, normally up and tied back, was flowing around her shoulders. The two looked very happy together, and the way she kept touching him and leaning into him possessively, it was clear that she was very much into him. As they walked, sharing a laugh, he casually moved his hand to her butt and pulled her closer, Meredith offering no resistance. As they got to Jake's car, they stopped at the driver's door and kissed several times. Meredith unlocked the car and started to get in, but Blonde Guy touched her arm and said something to her. Meredith laughed, and handed Blonde Guy her key fob, and walked around to the passenger side and got into the car. Blonde Guy got in the driver's seat and started the car, and they drove off. The video ended.
She looked at her dad, still sitting there, looking off into space.
Jake was heartbroken. He'd always thought Meredith was his soul-mate... his one-and-only. They'd met while Jake was in college at Collins State, a small HBCU in Mississippi, and Meredith went across town to Jestersen College, an even smaller private school that was almost exclusively white. Back in the early 90's, an interracial couple wasn't entirely unheard-of, but it was still rare enough that a lot of folks on both campuses knew them. They seemed to be the ideal couple, and to the surprise of absolutely no one, they got married less than a month after they both graduated. They had Darby a year and a half later. Complications with her very difficult delivery meant there would be no sisters or brothers for little Darby, so her father made sure to spoil the heck out of the only little princess he'd ever have. Meredith was not a bad mom, but she was a lot less interested in Darby's day-to-day, and as a result, Darby grew up a devoted little daddy's girl. Jake said the first thing that came to his mind: "So he tapped my wife, and then he drove my car? Man, that's cold. That's harsh, Mer."
"So what are you gonna do?"
"Show her the vid, ask her what's up, and send her on her way."
