LAKEN
“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll stop. I just wanted to see that smile of yours instead of the hurt in your eyes,” he says as he grabs my hand and intertwines his fingers with mine.
“Yeah, well, let’s just pretend I didn’t hump you like a bitch in heat,” I grumble.
“Hell no! I will never forget that and don’t want to. That was hot, Laken. God, was it hot,” he groa
LAKENI’m sitting in my seat for the first period, and I’m aware that someone just sat down behind me, but I’m too focused on getting everything out of my bag to realize who it is.That is until I feel the whisper of words against my neck, and my whole body locks up.“Already putting out for the new guy. I knew you were a dirty slut. Especially putting out for dirty trash like hi
LAKEN By the time lunch comes around, I haven’t seen Blake, even in the halls, so I’m anxious to see him. I walk into the cafeteria and grab my tray of food before walking to my usual table. Except when I get to my table, there’s someone I don’t know sitting in the seat across from where I always sit. I stop and stare at him, and when he notices me, he looks up, and the beauty of this
LAKENBlake starts choking on his food, and I'm about to fall off his lap onto the floor from laughing so hard. The type of laughter that gives you a belly ache.Poor Blake. I can’t even help him with his choking because I can’t see through the tears falling out of my eyes. Thank God for waterproof mascara.Oh, this is epic. Blake is worried muscle god will steal me away, but it l
BLAKE I don’t know what to make of the newcomer. Dirk is...well, I don’t know what he is yet. As long as he doesn’t come for my girl, then we will be just fine, but I’m still going to keep an eye on him to see if I can figure him out. He seems like he wants to be friends, but I don’t trust easily. He did seem honest when he said he just saw Laken as a sister, though. And Laken seemed to like him okay. Especially after he sent Tillie out of the cafeteria amid a toddler fit. That was some prime entertainment, and the fact he was sticking up for Laken
BLAKEThe rest of the day went by smoothly, and I found out that Dirk and I have a few classes together other than gym class. I also found out that he has a few with Laken that I don’t have with her, so now she has someone with her for most of the day to keep the vultures away.The last bell has rung, and I head to Laken’s locker to see if she’s there and see what she’s up to tonight. I want to spend more alone time with her. I want to get to know her better, with or without humping. I neve
BLAKE I park in the driveway and see that Grams is home. Good, I really want her to meet Laken. I would have thought that something like this would make me nervous, probably have me breaking out into a sweat, but I’m not. I can’t wait for her to meet Laken. I know she will love her, and I think that Laken will love her as well. Laken could use someone like Grams in her life. A positive and caring adult. Everyone could use Grams in their life. She’s something special, and it makes me hate my dad, even more, knowi
BLAKEI walk up the steps of the porch with Laken’s hand in mine. My Gram’s eyes drop to our linked hands, and her smile gets impossibly wider.I lean over and kiss Grams on the cheek, even though she doesn’t take her eyes off of Laken.“Grams, this is Laken. Laken, this young woman is my Grams,” I say.Grams chuckles and smacks my arm. “Oh, hush. You know I’m no young woman. Although I will flatter myself and say I’m not old either,” she says while giving Laken a wink.Laken laughs and holds out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you….”
“Of course, I will be your Grams, Laken! I always wanted more grandkids, especially a girl,” she says with a smile.Oh my god. This is the most fabulous Grams in the history of Grams! I adore her!Maybe I should be horrified like Dirk and Blake, but I can’t be. That was the funniest shit I’ve ever heard. And I actually would love to sit down with her and hear some of her stories.It sounds like she knew who she was and what she wanted and took it with no fucks given. I wish I could be like that.I’m not saying I want to go out and have threesomes because the only man I want right now is Blake. But to feel the freedom of who you are and fly your freak flag and not care is inspiring.Mrs. Delilah Parker is definitely one of a kind and something special. Blake is fortunate.He has blown me away today with his words and actions. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. No one
BLAKEHo-ly shit. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life! Watching Laken spread my cum all over her clit and making herself get off again makes me want to take back my words of not fucking her tonight. It makes me want to flip her over, pull that luscious ass of hers into the air, smack it a couple of times, push her face into the mattress, and then fuck her so hard that the headboard makes a hole in the wall. I just came all over her pussy and I’m still hard as a rock. My dick might as well be a national landmark, it’s so tall and thick and is showing no signs of going down anytime soon.Fuck me, the taste of her was like ambrosia from the gods. She doesn’t know this, but that was the first time I’ve ever gone down on a girl and the experience was a 10 out of 10, I recommend. Sign me up for daily pussy lashings. I can’t wait to taste her again.I think this is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen her. She looks sated, peaceful, and absolutely gorgeous. I’m saving those tit
LAKEN“Enough of the depressing stuff tonight. Let’s make out,” I say to lighten the mood, and then proceed to cop a feel of his dick.Blake grunts and jerks his body like the feeling of my hand on his dick scared him. Like he wasn’t expecting it. To be fair, I wasn’t either. I think my body acted before my brain even had time to think up the process because I’m getting awkward with all this depressing talk of death and evil fathers. “Damn, woman! You just went from zero to ninety in .2 seconds flat!” he says in a strangled voice. Probably because I keep squeezing his dick in my hand. I have to say, the size is admirable. Long and thick, and the longer I keep giving it a squeeze the harder he gets. Nice. Mission accomplished.Blake groans then pulls my mouth to his and starts kissing me like his life depends on it. With my fingers wrapped around his cock I start stroking him slowly up and down, which makes Blake’s groans turn into growls. I’m getting wetter by the minute and I’m sec
LAKENMy door quietly opens and I try to calm my breathing. My body is nearly trembling from just the thought of it being my dad. He’s never come into my bedroom at night, but I do feel safer with Blake in the room with me if it is him. I hear my Mom’s soft voice as she says my name. My body is laden with relief, it’s hard to sit up, but I manage to and squint my eyes at her as if I’ve been asleep for a while. “Mom? What’s wrong?”“I thought I heard a noise, and then when I came out into the hall to see what it was, I heard a loud noise like something or someone falling on the floor. Was that you?” she asks.“I don’t know, Mom. I’ve been asleep, but maybe my arm hit the wall or something? Or maybe just this old house making noises? I’m not sure. I didn’t hear anything because, you know, I was asleep.”She stares at me for a moment, because I know for a fact that sounded so genuine, and internally roll my eyes at myself. I think she’s going to call me out on my lying when she finally
LAKEN I rush to get ready for bed. I shower, shave in all areas, exfoliate, lotion, blow dry my hair, brush my teeth, and the whole works. You know, just in case. Better to be prepared than not. Do I want to have sex with Blake tonight? Am I ready for that? Maybe? I guess it depends on how I’m feeling at the moment, and there’s always a moment when it comes to that delicious man. I’m excited but also nervous. Very nervous. I just need to be sure there’s not much light so that he doesn’t see my scars. I don’t want to answer any questions about that tonight. I don’t want to get into anything heavy unless it’s heavy petting or heavy fucking. I shiver just thinking about the possibilities. I don’t know how many times I’ve changed. I literally wear almost the same thing every night. Tank top and sleep shorts. Nothing special, but this is the first time a guy has stayed over. I decide to go with the first thing I put on after changing probably seven times. A hot pink tank top and bla
The smile falls off my mother’s face when we hear a car door shut outside. I jerk my head towards the clock on the microwave and see that it’s time for Dad to be home, and I haven’t even started on dinner yet. “Shit!” I yell as I hop up and run to the cabinets to start pulling out pans in a hurry as I panic. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I will handle it, bunny. Don’t worry,” Mom says in somewhat a panic, but not panicking as much as I am. She rushes over to me as soon as Dad walks into the house. She grabs the pan out of my hand and puts it on the stove as she tells me to grab some ingredients out of the refrigerator. I jerk the fridge open, and I’m trying to think of what’s in front of me, what I had already planned on cooking tonight, but
After our tears slow down and we gather ourselves, Mom looks at me with determination and vows, “I’m going to get help, Laken. I’m trying to figure out how to do this because I don’t want to go to rehab and leave you alone with him. I can’t watch you from there; I can’t be here if something happens. I would never forgive myself. So, I’m going to talk to the rehab place just out of town and see if there is some way I can do an outpatient program. That way, I won’t leave you alone with him.”This sounds nice, but one main thing is on my mind.“
The drive to my house is quiet, but Blake never lets go of my hand. I wish he could hold my hand for the rest of the night. Be there with me to face the monster. I would feel braver.I act bravely in front of everyone, but I’m not, and I’m tired. So fucking tired.I’m tired of having to put my brave face on and put up walls. I don’t want to have to be brave anymore. I want to be normal, be happy, and live without acting like I’m strong in front of people.What is normal? I don’t remember anymore. It’s been so long, and I was too young to have the freedom to learn who I was and establish my place in this world.I look over to Blake, realizing that he couldn’t be a typical teenager either. He was in juvie, locked up with no one but his Grams to visit him. I’m glad he had Grams then and now.He catches me looking at him and brings my hand to his lips to softly run his
“Of course, I will be your Grams, Laken! I always wanted more grandkids, especially a girl,” she says with a smile.Oh my god. This is the most fabulous Grams in the history of Grams! I adore her!Maybe I should be horrified like Dirk and Blake, but I can’t be. That was the funniest shit I’ve ever heard. And I actually would love to sit down with her and hear some of her stories.It sounds like she knew who she was and what she wanted and took it with no fucks given. I wish I could be like that.I’m not saying I want to go out and have threesomes because the only man I want right now is Blake. But to feel the freedom of who you are and fly your freak flag and not care is inspiring.Mrs. Delilah Parker is definitely one of a kind and something special. Blake is fortunate.He has blown me away today with his words and actions. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. No one
BLAKEI walk up the steps of the porch with Laken’s hand in mine. My Gram’s eyes drop to our linked hands, and her smile gets impossibly wider.I lean over and kiss Grams on the cheek, even though she doesn’t take her eyes off of Laken.“Grams, this is Laken. Laken, this young woman is my Grams,” I say.Grams chuckles and smacks my arm. “Oh, hush. You know I’m no young woman. Although I will flatter myself and say I’m not old either,” she says while giving Laken a wink.Laken laughs and holds out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you….”