I couldn't quite believe what had transpired that morning between myself and Anne. She had slipped into my bed early in the morning before the rest of the house was awake and had taken advantage of my morning wood and my inability to act rationally when my dick was involved. Anne, on her 18th birthday, had shown herself to be as confident and wily as any woman I had ever met. What had happened to the sweet, charming and innocent girl I had watch grow up over the years? How had she reached the point where she walked out of my room, my cum still dripping from her pussy, telling me she 'owned my ass' now?
But my immediate problem that morning was trying to ensure no one else had the slightest suspicion as to what had transpired between us. My life as I knew it had just been turned upside down, I needed time and space to think, to plan a way out of this mess. No one would understand, not least my best friend Kate who was the mother of the girl I had just fucked. I mean, if any one of my friends had done that to my daughter on her 18th birthday I am pretty sure they would be in hospital and me prison. This group of friends had been the one constant, reliable and trusted thing in my life since my school days. They were everything to me and I had just planted a metaphorical bomb under the whole thing.
I had to run. I know, it's cowardly. But it's what I do. Every time someone spoke to me that morning over breakfast I jumped, thinking this was going to be it, the moment I was exposed. And when Anne joined us round the breakfast table, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, folding her long legs beneath herself on the dining chair, catching my eye as she reached for a croissant, I knew then that there was no escaping my predicament. Her look as she bit into her croissant, her eyes still locked onto mine, was assertive and challenging. She was warning me, daring me even, that she had meant every word and I was at her mercy now.
"Did you sleep ok Jay? I thought I heard you up with the larks this morning?"
Anne was almost playing with me now, like a cat does with a mouse it has caught. I tried to answer but my mouth had suddenly become as dry as the Sahara and words would not form. All I could muster was a cough and a splutter, so shocked was I by Anne's ability to fuck with my mind. Clearly, she knew how vulnerable she had made me and was reinforcing that for both our benefits. She wanted me to realise how powerless I was and it had worked. That is when I knew I had to get out there.
After Kim had finished smacking me on the back to help me with the croissant he assumed must have lodged in my gullet, hence my coughing and spluttering, I excused myself from the breakfast table and went to hide in my room to get my thoughts together. Only, it wasn't 'my' room I was sleeping in, it was Anne's room, which was made very apparent when Anne walked into the room without knocking moments after me.
"Sorry just need to grab some clothes from the room." She said in a voice loud enough to be overheard, followed in a lower voice just for my benefit "couldn't stay away from the scene of the crime, could you?"
"Are you trying to ruin my life? What was all that about down there?" I 'shout-whispered' back at her.
"I'm not trying to ruin your life, Jay. I was just letting you know who owns your life now. That's all."
"Fuck. Anne. What happened. What did I do to you? I thought we were close?"
"I grew up. And yes, we are close, and, in the future, we will be even closer that I can promise you. But I saw what you were planning on doing with my mum so I stepped in to make sure that would never happen. Mum is emotionally vulnerable right now and I won't have you taking advantage of that. Do you understand?"
"But there was no need for this? I feel my life falling apart here. I do t deserve this!"
"Yes, you do!" Anne spat back at me, more angrily than I had imagined she could. "You proved to me this morning that when it comes to your dick you can't be trusted to make the right choices. The same dick that would be willing to mess with my mum's feelings if the opportunity arose. So don't start feeling sorry for yourself Jay."
"I would never..." I began to counter but I couldn't finish that thought as we both knew it was nothing more than wishful thinking on my part. I was weak, and like most men, I make decisions with my dick and not my heart or head.
"But you can't do this to me Anne. That's not how things work."
"I am doing it. I need a life in Manchester, and you can provide one. If you care for me like you always tell me you do then you will be happy to help me out. And this way I can make sure you keep your paws and your dick away from my mum. It's the perfect solution."
"Ok look. I will find you a place to live. I will help you out with bills and stuff. I can do that. But what happened this morning can never happen again, do you understand that?" Surely Anne must see that this has to stop right now?
"I think you are kidding yourself again. You don't have a say in the matter. Your ass is mine. If I want to fuck you again I will. If I want you to get on your knees right now and kiss my feet you will. You need to understand this and quickly Jay. You know you couldn't resist me this morning. You know you never will be able to. And that's even if we forget that if my mum ever found out you fucked me she will never forgive you."
I couldn't reply. I just stood in the small bedroom, motionless and speechless. The silence in the room was thick with meaning. And the way Anne looked at me told me she understood the meaning completely.
"Turn around. I need to get dressed and you don't deserve to see me naked right now." Anne's expression as she told me this reminded me of my old school maths teacher, who was nicknamed "the tank" because no one would ever risk standing up to her.
So I revolved 180 and faced the bed. I listened to the sounds of drawers being opened and shut, clothes being removed, a shuffle of feet on the floorboards.
"Ok Jay, turnaround"
I did as I was told. This was becoming a habit very quickly, despite my better judgement.
Anne was now clothed in a stunning summer floral dress, knee length, and a lemon yellow which completed her gently tanned skin. Anne would light up any room today. She had tied her hair up too, in a loose bun with a wooden hairpin, in a way only women know how and appears to be witchcraft in the way hair can thus defy gravity. Anne clearly enjoyed watching me take in and absorb her effortless beauty and grace.
"Take these. Wash them please. I put these on this morning to avoid your cum from dripping out of me at the breakfast table. I don't think me putting them in the laundry basket for mum to find is a good idea, do you?"