Beth
I’ve grown up without any sort of male figure in my life. My dad disappeared before I was two, never to be seen again. Mom said he just left one day and never came back. She’s never told me much other than she thinks he’s dead somewhere. Apparently he had a gambling problem and messed with the wrong people. Needless to say, his absence has left a huge hole in my heart. I often wondered over the years why I wasn’t enough for him to stop gambling and lead a better, more responsible life. Why couldn’t he be here to be my dad?
To make ends meet, my mom has always worked two or three jobs. She’s expressed how important it is to go to college so that I can get a good career and not have to work as hard as she does. She tells me I deserve better. Fortunately for me, my assets are going to pave way for whatever path I choose. College isn’t necessarily the only option.
Puberty started for me much earlier than it did for other girls. I got my period when I was ten and have been fully developed since the age of twelve. You can only imagine the reaction that boys my age had. Some teased me about having size C boobs when other girls barely had lumps. Others would do anything to get a chance to touch them. It was then that I learned the power my body has over the male species. I learned I could get what I wanted just by showing a little cleavage. I may have only been twelve, but I was smart and obviously advanced for my age.
Unlike the other girls in my grade, I wasn’t interested in the boys we went to school with. I was looking at the older guys. My taste in men had matured as fast as my body. I wasn’t interested in prepubescent boys, I wanted a man. With my mom always working, it left me with plenty of time to do things she probably wouldn’t approve of.
One afternoon I went to the mall with a couple of girlfriends. I was purchasing a t-shirt from a trendy store. The male cashier looked to be in his late teens. He kept smiling at me and flirting. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my chest. At first I was a little self-conscious. But when he asked if my friends were my little sisters, I couldn’t help but stand a little straighter and flirt back. When I told him they were friends, he asked me why I would hang out with girls much younger than me. At the end of the transaction, he wrote down his phone number on the receipt and told me to call him. After we left the store, my friends and I started jumping up and down and screaming that an older guy wanted me to go out with him. I called him two days later.
Chad took me out several times. He paid for my food and would buy me little gifts. He was a gentleman. I never told him how old I was, but it turns out he was seventeen. Five years older than me. He came over when my mom wasn’t home and we made out. A lot. I wasn’t quite ready to go all the way. When he started pushing for it, I broke up with him.
This was the start of a whole new lifestyle for me. I soon ditched my girlfriends and found ways to meet guys. I started running on nearby paths. Guys would turn their heads to look at me and then change direction and follow. My self-esteem took a huge boost and in no time guys were like putty in my hands. They’d buy me clothes, purses, jewelry—anything I wanted. All I had to do was bat my eyes, push my boobs together, and ask as sweetly as possible. The sky was the limit. I didn’t need a job or education. I was getting everything I needed with my looks.
When I was fourteen, I had been dating Jason for three months. I liked him and the feeling was mutual. He was twenty-seven and he thought I was twenty. He told me he loved me and wanted me to move in with him. Jason was the first man to ever use those three little words with me. That was when I wanted to give myself to him. Making love to him had been better than I could have ever imagined. He made me feel things I didn’t know were possible. I was all in. I could have spent the rest of my life with him.
We dated another couple of months before my mom found out about him. I had been gone a lot and she suspected something was up, so she followed me to his house one day. It was then he learned my real age. He was horrified. I’ll never forget the look of disgust on his face. I felt awful for betraying the man I had grown to love. I vowed never to lie about my age again.
My mother asked if we had been sleeping together. I of course told her no. The last thing I’d want to do is add insult to injury and have the poor man go to jail for statutory rape. It was bad enough I made him feel like a child predator.
Months went by and so did my suitors. I never lied about my age, but I never told them how old I was. Maybe that is lying by omission. Whatever the case, I didn’t care. My heart was broken and I looked for things and men to fill the gaping hole in my heart. I looked for any man who would make feel wanted and special. I guess it’s something I wanted from my own dad but never got.
When I knocked on Trent and Parker’s door for the first time and was greeted by the most handsome man I’d ever seen, I knew I was in trouble. I could see in his eyes the attraction was mutual. His smell was woodsy and intoxicating. I wanted to drink him in. His muscles protruded underneath his dress shirt. Rich, powerful, and a God. He’s the entire package.
When I entered his house, I was shocked by the grandeur. There were crystal chandeliers and expensive decorations strategically placed throughout. Despite being in the city, the house was massive. This is the life I’ve dreamt of having. The only person in my way was Parker.
When she sauntered down the stairs looking like she owned the world, I knew there was no way in hell my dream would ever be with this man in this house. Parker is beautiful and flawless. Most importantly, Trent looks at her adoringly.
When he grabbed my ass in the kitchen, it sent shivers through my spine. His hand was so strong and warm. I could only imagine it caressing the rest of my body. When I turned around, his eyes were initially surprised then became heavily hooded when I sucked on that strawberry. His desire was strong. I wanted so badly to give him what we both wanted. His body next to mine ignited my entire body on fire. His breathing became heavy and labored. I was just about to slide my hand along the firm cock pressing against my leg when Tyler ran in. I could have died in that very moment. The image of him taking me on the counter left as soon as it entered my mind. God, how I wanted him.
Now I lay here in bed hoping and praying Parker will call or text me to come watch her children. It’s been a couple of weeks and nothing but radio silence. Trent consumes all of my thoughts. I have a hard time concentrating in school. All I want is to be in the same room as him. To breathe the same air, smell his scent, and lap up any attention he’ll give me. I need and want this man like nothing I ever have before.