Hello readers! This is just sort of a preview. It is my first ever literotica submission, and I would like to get feedback before I continue with chapter 2. (I already have part of it written, so it shouldn't be too long.) Enjoy!
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"Hey, Man. How's it going?" Dan gestured at his bud, Glenn, as he stepped through Glenn's creaky front door. The two guys hugged each other briefly before Glenn led his friend into the cramped, well-lit dining room to greet the other three bi-monthly, Sunday night poker club members.
Dan Percy, a handsome yet plain thirty-nine year old history teacher shyly took the last unclaimed chair around the poker table, laughing with the rest of the guys at a joke that he pretended he hadn't missed. This was only Dan's fourth time playing poker with this particular posse. Glenn had invited him after the last guy, Craig, dropped out in favor of spending more quality time with his wife; nobody thought that was actually Craig's preference.
Glenn and Dan knew each other from community college. Glenn succeeded in opening his own auto fix-it shop creatively named "Glenn's Car Repair" after settling down with a pregnant wife, Hannah, who passed away in a car crash shortly after giving birth to a beautify baby, Ashley. The other three guys in the poker club worked as mechanics at Glenn's Car Repair, so Dan often felt excluded from their jokes and car jargon. He just smiled and played along. He was single and just moved into this small town for a job teaching eleventh grade US History at the local high school. Glenn heard he was there and immediately recruited him as their fifth player. Dan accepted the offer; he had nothing else to do.
Each game night so far had yielded a pretty big winning for some guy named Ron, who looked like an ex-football player. He had large muscles that had been recently layered in some wiggly fat and a beer belly. His crude demeanor and boisterous laugh made the other guys laugh but tickled Dan the wrong way. Dan gracefully lost money every game, and every game he was taunted for it by the Ron, the obnoxious ex-stud. Sometimes Dan considered telling Glenn to find someone else to play, but every time, he would remember his one reason to stay:
Just then, Ashley thundered down the stairs that led into the hallway outside of the dining room where the four mechanics and the history teacher sat gambling and drinking. She swung around the doorframe and greeted everyone with a smile and a "hey" as she passed through to the kitchen.
The men quieted down a little. "Hey, Sweetie, all done with homework?" Glenn asked, chipping in eight more dollars to the pot. Ron was making a groping gesture at his own breasts for the guys sitting on either side of him, while pointedly avoiding the gaze of Ashley's father. The cronies chuckled softly, unnoticed by Glenn. Dan rolled his eyes.
"Not quite! Got a little history homework left, but I'm almost done!" Ashley shouted from the kitchen. "Just craving a glass of OJ." She emerged from the kitchen with her juice and leaned up against the wall behind her dad, who was still too busy fumbling with his money to notice four pairs of eyes roaming the body of his only daughter. She was perfection. Dan audibly gulped and then smiled bashfully when she glanced over and made eye contact with the shy professor.
Ashley had just turned eighteen the summer before senior year at the same school at which Dan taught eleventh grade. He had heard her name around school -- class president, activities organizer, prom committee -- before he had even seen her or realized that she was his old friend's daughter. She was extremely bright and college bound, but more importantly to the boys (and men) that encountered her, extremely beautiful. Thick, strawberry-blonde locks fell gently upon her lightly freckled shoulders and continued halfway down her back. She had deep brown eyes that popped without the excessive use of makeup, and lips, perfectly plump and pink, that puckered slightly when she sipped her orange juice. Tonight she wore a baby-blue tank top under which her sensible, nude-colored bra was slightly visible, and which housed a pair of substantial, apple-sized breasts. The rest of her flawless body, tonight, was hidden by sweatpants and some poofy slippers with monkeys on them. She was the kind of cool girl that Dan crushed on in high school. It turns out that not much had changed for him since then.
Even Ron found her attractive and made dirty jokes about "doing her" when Glenn was in another room. Dan always considered those jokes to be in bad taste, and yet he always felt his manliness stiffen whenever someone mentioned her. He even fantasized about multiple situations ending with he and Ashley alone together, sexually satisfied, cuddling, and kissing. Most of the time in these fantasies, Ron also ended up in jail or locked outside. Dan hadn't had a real, long-term girlfriend in about four years, so the sad extent of his sexual pleasure came from this brief, bi-monthly encounter with the girl of his dreams.
