Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (62 page)

“It feels so good,” Theresa said as she rode my stepfather
in a chair in the corner of the room. Theresa’s breasts were bare, but she
still had her bikini bottoms on, but they were held to the side by Joseph’s
hands. My face was heating with each passing moment that Theresa moaned in
pleasure, and I couldn’t help but be pissed off. What I hadn’t counted on,
however, was being intensely turned on by the whole thing.

“You feel good too, better than my wife,” Joseph said. He
was fully clothed, but I couldn’t help but see his substantial length coming
out of his pajama bottoms. I wanted to look away, but my legs refused to walk
back upstairs.

“Bet your wife’s body not as beautiful as mine. I saw how you
were looking at me earlier." Theresa’s words were often interrupted by her
moans.

“Much better, then again she hasn’t given me any in weeks,”
Joseph whispered and gripped Theresa’s ass in his hands. Pushing to his feet
and walking a few steps towards the dresser, he placed Theresa’s pleasure
filled writhing body on the table and kicked out of pajama bottoms. “You’re
wetter than she gets and tighter.” He moaned and started pounding into
Theresa’s body again.

“Aah!” Theresa screamed and traced a thin pink line down his
back with her recently manicured fingers. My mouth hung open wide as I took in
quick and deep breaths. I felt myself getting wetter as I watched my stepfather
thrust into my best friend and I couldn’t help it when my hand crept down my
flat stomach and found its way inside of my pants. Finding my wet pearl, I
guided my fingers softly and quickly over it and started moaning as lowly as
possible. Looking around the room briefly, I couldn’t help but see that beer
cans and a few bottles of wine littered the ground. “Aaahh!” Theresa screamed
again.

“Shh…” Joseph’s baritone voice rumbled throughout the room.
“You’ll wake Kendall up,” Joseph said, and my hand started rubbing my spot even
quicker.
Too late
, I thought, and my body began to quake. I came hard as
I bit my lip as I forced myself from calling out. It’ll be pretty bad if the
two of them saw me spying on them. I never pegged myself to be a voyeur, but
that didn’t mean I wanted to be considered that way.

“Harder!” Theresa shouted, and I caught her eyes fluttering
open and I moved as quickly away from the door before her eyes met mine. The
way that she had her head position on Joseph’s shoulder, she would have seen me
when she opened her eyes. “On the bed now,” Theresa said and I heard my stepfather
sigh and walking towards the bed. I peered through the door again and saw that
he had positioned them in the missionary position. I got another good look at
the full length of his cock, and I gasped when I saw how massive it was, and
then I covered my mouth quickly.

“Your cunt is greedy,” Joseph whispered and plunged back
into Theresa all the way to the hilt.

“Ah! Fu…!” Theresa was barely able to get out when she slung
her arm over her face and gripped Joseph’s hip with her free hand. I watched
the two of them ravish each other for a few more minutes then I started feeling
disgusted and heated again. How dare they betray my mom like this and me in our
home? Pulling away from the door slowly, my eyes went instantly to Joseph’s
hard length when he pulled out of Theresa and shot his seed on her stomach. I
was disgusted with the guttural groan that he made and the fact that I had
watched them violate each other. I was down the hall and up the stairs by the
time he was finished orgasming.

****

“Good morning sleepy head,” I heard Joseph’s voice as I
walked into the kitchen. I wanted to yell at him and curse him out, but I
decided against it. I was just as wrong as watching Theresa and him last night
screw and not stopping them in their tracks. It was going to be hard, but I had
to pretend that it hadn’t happened for now.

“Morning dad. Where’s Theresa?” I couldn’t have cared less
where her disrespectful ass was, but Joseph would have found it odd if I hadn’t
asked about her.

“Outside swimming,” I turned to see Joseph shaking his head
in a disappointed way. “I don’t see how you two can wear swimsuits like that
and expect a man not to have the wrong idea about what type of women you are.”
I couldn’t believe my father had just said that. The way that he was pounding
into Theresa last night, with a similar swimsuit on, he had absolutely no
problem with how she looked then, so why the hell was he trying to act brand
new now? I looked outside of the window and saw Theresa jogging along the beach
before she ran back into the water. Her breasts jiggled as she ran and it
brought the image of her bare breasts bouncing up and down as she rode Joseph.
Shaking my head quickly to get that image out of my head, I grabbed some eggs
and bacon out of the refrigerator.

“Be happy that she’s not your daughter too, dad,” I said
preparing to make breakfast. Joseph and my mom never had kids, so I knew that
he looked at me as being his daughter instead of his stepdaughter. Ignoring
what I just said, he got up from his chair and walked behind me.

“Cooking breakfast? Good, I’m starving. Do you want any
help?” he asked and for a moment I was unable to breathe. Feeling the warmth of
his body so close to mine made me think about his impressive cock and the way
he moved his body. I couldn’t understand why, but having him so close to me
made me think about the way that he would feel inside of me. Blushing, I
manoeuvred my face so that he wouldn’t see how flushed I had become.

“No, I don’t need any help. Besides, I feel sorry for making
you carry my bags on the porch yesterday.” He was so close to me that I
couldn’t help but smell the peppermint on his breath. At least, he hasn’t been
drinking.
It’s honestly too early for that
; I thought to myself. Instead
of taking the hint, Joseph moved closer to me.

“Look, I feel bad for my behavior yesterday,” he said taking
the carton of eggs away from me and taking out a few eggs. “I know that I
haven’t been myself lately, and I know that your mother has been talking about
me to you.” I was shocked that he took the initiative and began opening up to
me about it. “The past few weeks just been… a little too hard on me.”
Forgetting about my past embarrassment, I turned my head and looked deeply into
his eyes.

“What’s going on?” I asked. Sighing, he looked away from me
apparently trying to find the right words.

“Kendall,” he began and took in a deep breath. “I’ve been
just so bored lately; I wake up, go to work, and come back home to your mother
every day without any change.” I watched his handsome features clenching and
unclenching, and I knew that he was choosing his words carefully so that I
wouldn’t get defensive.

“Then why not go out more often?” I asked. If he were
honestly that bored with the monotony of his everyday routine, he should try to
switch it up a little.

“I want to, but it doesn’t quite work out like that. I
started having drinks with my coworkers after work occasionally, and your mom
didn’t like that too much.” It sounded harmless enough so I wondered why mom
didn’t want him to hang out with his coworkers. “I went a few times a week, to
take some of the stress off of me, and your mother kept getting angrier and
angrier. It got to the point where I said the hell with it all and just came
home straight after work.”

“I don’t get why my mom would do that. She’s pretty trusting
and laid back so I don’t get why she’s hounding you so much about it.” Joseph
could be too serious sometimes so if he found some coworkers to lighten him up
a little bit I thought that was good. I knew it had to be something more to it
than that, but before I could ask him, Theresa came in.

“It’s about time you got up. When I woke up this morning, I
thought you were dead the way you were lying on the bed.” Theresa started
laughing and I couldn’t help but to frown. Not only was I pissed that she
interrupted Joseph and me when he was about to tell me something important, but
she also two-timed me by sleeping with him last night. I didn’t want them to
know that I had seen them last night even though I wanted to yell at the both
of them.
You can do this,
I thought and made my expression as unreadable
as humanly possible.

“Funny, I don’t remember you even coming in the room last
night.” Shit! I definitely didn’t want to say that. Guilt flashed across her
face quickly and then she chuckled.

“That’s because you were dead, didn’t you hear me just say
that?” Sucking my teeth quickly, I turned on the stove. I couldn’t stand the
sight of her right now, especially how she was acting all nonchalant as if she
and my dad didn’t do anything last night. Looking over to Joseph, I noticed
that his expression didn’t change as he mixed the eggs in the measuring cup.
Turning around quickly, Joseph faced Theresa.

“Can you get some onions, green pepper, and jalapenos out of
the refrigerator? I’m going to make omelets.” Joseph said. I looked back at
Theresa and I noticed that she looked awkwardly at Joseph for a minute, almost
like she was surprised by his question. I thought to myself that either Joseph
was an outstanding actor, or he didn’t remember what had transpired between
them last night.

“Sure,” Theresa said quickly and walked over to the
refrigerator. Joseph was acting rather strangely as if he didn’t think any more
about Theresa after last night. I didn’t know what to make of the situation,
but I felt in my heart that it was about to get more interesting.

“Is everything alright?” Theresa asked me when I went back
to our room after breakfast. The food that Joseph and I made was incredible,
but I wanted to swim off some of the excess calories. I turned around and
looked at Theresa blankly.

“Why do you ask?” In the back of my mind, I was screaming
‘Of course I’m not alright! You slept with my stepfather!’, but I managed to
hold my tongue. I wasn’t going to mention it to either one of them because then
they’d know that I was watching.

“You’ve been acting… strange ever since you woke up.”

“It’s nothing,” I lied. “I’m just worried about Joseph. I
want to call my mom and talk to her about it.” I saw that same quick sorrow
wash over her face at the mention of my Joseph. I also saw a slither of hate go
across her face when I brought up my mom. I honestly hope that she's not so
stuck on Joseph that she thought he’d leave my mom for her because she’d be out
of her damn mind to even believe that was possible.

“Is that what’s worrying you? I feel like… you’re angry with
me.”

“Guilty conscious?” I asked. Somewhere deep inside of me I
think that she knew that I saw them, but there was no way that she could have
seen me. If she saw me standing there masturbating, she would have stopped. She
hesitated for a moment before responding.

“What would I be guilty of, Kendall?” Oh, I saw what she was
doing, she’s trying to see if I knew which is why she keeps asking me all of
these questions. Deciding to bite the line she was throwing my way I looked her
firmly in the eyes.

“Only you would know that Theresa, it’s not like I
saw
you do anything wrong.” I put as much emphasis on the word “saw” that I could
and then grabbed my towel. “I’m going for a swim; I’ll chat with you later.”
Walking out the room I could feel Theresa’s eyes on me, I could feel her
contemplating her next move. 

****

I swam for a long time only deciding to go back into the
house because people began swarming the beach. I would have stayed out there,
but it was young kids in their teens. I saw a few of the young boys looking at
me, but I paid them no mind. Not only was I not interested in dating younger
men, but what would I do with them? They were too young to get into clubs, too
young to drink, and what would we discuss? They probably had a small part time
job paying them minimum wage while I was a supervisor in training at an
advertising company. No thanks, I need a man in my life, not a young boy.

“Are you seriously going to lie like that, Joseph?” I heard
Theresa’s voice after I walked through the door. I paused and strained my ears
to listen.

“Lie about what, Theresa? I’ve never slept with you so how
would Kendall know?” So I was right, Joseph was so drunk last night that he
didn’t remember and Theresa did suspect that I knew.

“I can’t believe this! Are you that fucking stupid?” I heard
Theresa walking out of the kitchen, so I opened the door again and slammed it
so that she’d think that I just walked back into the house. “Oh, did you enjoy
your swim?” Theresa asked visibly shaken up, and I had to admit, that I was
pleased with that reaction. I was still pissed off at Joseph, but I’ll cut him
a break since he was drunk at the time.

“Yeah, it was alright,” I said grinning from ear to ear.
Theresa betrayed our friendship, so there was no point in my feeling sorry for
the woman. “I would’ve stayed longer if the kids didn’t show up.” Behind
Theresa I saw Joseph walking out of the kitchen, and it was apparent that he
was pissed off.

“Back so soon?” he mumbled, and I raised my eyebrow in a
questioning way. Even though I knew what happened, I still had to address his
foul mood.

“Yeah, what’s wrong? Who’s pissed you off?” Theresa
flinched, and I could see a scowl marring her beautiful features. Joseph
straightened his body and ignored Theresa’s venomous glare and caught my eyes.

“I just got off of the phone with a client, and they told me
something so stupid that I had to call them out on it.” Theresa’s shoulders
stiffened, and I began laughing.

“You tell them! That’s what they get.” Without saying
anything, Theresa made her way towards the stairs and marched up them. She had
completely let her guard down and wasn’t even trying to pretend that she wasn’t
angry.

“Yeah, but I’m going back to my room. Holler if you need
me.” His broad back turned to me, and it was then that I saw another beer can
in his hand. Sighing loudly, I hope that he’d cool it down today because we
don’t need a repeat of last night. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle
of water contemplating what I was going to do about Theresa. My lifelong best
friend of fifteen years was not my best friend anymore, but I couldn’t let her
know that right now. I could always pretend that I didn’t see her walk away
agitated, but I was perceptive, and she knew it. Draining my bottle quickly, I
went upstairs surprised to find her lying on the bed with her head on her
pillow. I would be lying if I said that she didn’t deserve the way that she was
feeling.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her sitting down at the edge of the
bed.

“Nothing.”

“C’mon, there has to be something wrong for you to be up
here crying,” I said. There wasn’t an inch of my being that felt sorry for her,
but I had to make it seem like I was concerned. Sitting up on the bed quickly,
she turned her red eyes to focus on my face.

“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t sympathize with me,” She
said barely able to get the words out.

“How do you know if you don’t tell me what’s wrong?”

“Look, I’ve known you basically all of my life. You’d not
only be unsympathetic to me but you’d also flat out try to hit me.” Well, I was
glad that she was, at least, conscious of the fact that she was wrong as hell
and did my family dirty. She was right and I wasn’t going to attempt to argue
with her out of fear that I’d expose myself.

“Alright, I don’t know what you’re going through, but I hope
that you feel better,” I said getting off of her bed. She turned back around
and pushed her head into the pillow again.

“I doubt it,” I heard her say just before I closed the bedroom
door. This year’s vacation I could honestly say was the worst vacation that
I’ve been on. My initial happiness of bringing my best friend was gone and I
wished that mom could have come instead. Going downstairs I had nothing else to
do, but to watch TV.