I met Lilly on a business trip to Texas more than 10 years ago. She was recently divorced and out celebrating her new freedom with a group of friends. As luck would have it, I was in the right place at the right time. It had been almost a year since the last time she had sex and had decided that some lucky guy was going to help her ring in her divorce with some good old fashion commitment-free sex.
At the end of the night it was lucky Pierre (me) who took home Lilly for said meaningless sex. I was in town for business and had decided to unwind with a couple of drinks in the hotel bar. I'll never forget the moment she walked into the place.
Years later when she confessed she was there to get laid, I laughed that she was lucky I had wandered it, as it would have otherwise been between a guy who weighed more than 400 pounds and a 60 year-old drunk.
What should have been one night of fantastic sex, turned into something more. Lilly and I had an immediate connection. Our conversation popped, the chemistry between us was electric. The lovemaking was incredible. It was as if we were locked into each other's sexual ebb and flow.
I wasn't exactly a teenager at the time, but I went all night, as Lilly had 12 months of sexual frustrations to make up for. While having sex the first time can often be clumsy and embarrassing, Lilly and I found an immediate rhythm. She was full figured, but without an extra ounce of fat on her. Well into our third go round, as she was seductively riding me, I looked up at her beautiful face as I squeezed her breasts into my hands and wondered how anyone could leave a woman like her.
We awoke the following morning in my hotel room with very little awkwardness. I invited her out for breakfast. We spent that Saturday morning talking like old friends. I had a flight out that afternoon, but we promised we'd keep in touch.
Keep in touch we did, via e-mail and phone calls. It was then that Lilly told me about her 10 year old daughter. As a general rule, this would have been a deal breaker for me, but Lilly was no ordinary woman. After six months of a long distance relationship, Lilly and I decided to move in together.
Madison, Lilly's daughter, and I got along OK, but not great. She actually cried the day Lilly told her we were getting married. Over time, Madison's father started a new family and perhaps she decided to fill that hole in her life with me, or perhaps we just learned to live together. Regardless, we began to get along well.
After four years of wedded bliss, Lilly and Madison were involved in a horrendous car accident caused of course by a drunk driver. Madison survived relatively unscathed. Lilly was not as fortunate. In the darkest day of my life, Lilly was killed instantly. We had recently celebrated the fifth anniversary of the day we had met. On that day she had asked that I take care of Madison should anything ever happen to her. As she was only 35, I laughed and said she would certainly out live me, but that it would be an honor.
As luck would have it Madison's father didn't want anything to do with her. He relinquished his rights and I ended up adopting her. Madison was 14 years old and was hitting puberty. We had a very rough patch as I had no idea how to raise a teenage daughter and Madison suffered from severe nightmares regarding the accident.
On more than one occasion she would ask to sleep in my bed because she was so scared. My heart went out to her knowing that in some respects the person who loved her the most in the world was now gone. At this point I made the decision to sacrifice whatever I had to to give Madison the best life possible.
This wasn't always easy however. She was a teenage girl after all, and I didn't know anything about teenage girls. Somehow we made it to her 18th birthday. She was almost finished with high school and had decided to go to college out of state.
I was excited for her, but also sad. The person I had centered my life around for the past four years was leaving. I had had almost no social life during this time, and had in fact only had sex twice, as a co-worker threw me a couple of mercy fucks for my 38th and 39th birthdays.
On the weekend after Madison's birthday, she asked to go out with some friends.
"You can go if you promise me there'll be no drinking," I said.
"How can you even say that after what happened to mom, dad!" Madison screamed at me. "I would never do that!"
Not surprisingly, the doorbell rang at almost 3 a.m. I was in a half panic as Madison's curfew was 12 a.m. She was stinking drunk; almost falling over. When the door opened the car containing her jackass friends sped off.
I was furious, but Madison was such a mess, I didn't think it would do any good to lecture her at the moment. She smelled of vomit, was covered with mud, and could barely stand. I told her to go clean up and go straight to bed.
A few minutes later she stumbled into my darkened bedroom.
"Dad, I don't feel so good... can I sleep here?" she said.
"You smell like crap, and I'm not in the mood to have to wash my sheets tomorrow. So no," I said.
Madison began to cry. "I'm sorry dad. I really am. I don't know what happened. I just had a couple of beers, and then I really began to miss mom. I just don't feel good. Please?"
"OK, but this isn't over," I said. Madison plopped down on my bed and got under the covers. A few minutes later I decided to go sleep on the couch as I honestly could not deal with the smell.
I woke up at 6 a.m. and took my Saturday morning run. I was extra tired as I had not gotten more than a few hours of sleep the night before. I tried to think about how I would deal with the situation. While taking a shower, I decided I would give the kid one free pass.
After showering, I went to check on Madison. The sun was creeping into my bedroom and I saw her lying there on my bed with all the covers kicked off. She was wearing a thin pair of bikini briefs and a very tight white muscle shirt.
My mouth dropped open as I had never really had the opportunity to see my stepdaughter's body like this. Outside of a bathing suit, I had never really seen much of her body at all. I got closer to the bed and said "Get up Madison, we need to talk about what happened," in a stern voice. She didn't even budge. I sat next to her on the bed and continued to examine her body. She was lying on her back. He breasts were large and firm. Her hard nipples were poking through the shear t-shirt material. The sides of her breasts were spilling out the sides of the shirt in fact.
Her legs looked smooth and were slightly tanned. My eyes followed her legs from her feet upward. She had tufts of thick, black, curly pubic hair escaping from the small cotton triangle. There was a thin trail of hair leading from her pubic area to her belly button, I could see as her t-shirt was riding up.
