Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (63 page)

“Hey, how are you feeling?” I asked my mom. I felt sorry for
not calling her when we first arrived at the beach house.

“I’m starting to feel a lot better.” Her voice was weak, but
she did sound a lot better than how she did when we left. “Your grandmother’s
been staying with me and keeping me on my feet.” I couldn’t help but to smile
at this. It was no surprise that my grandmother rushed to my mom’s aid.

“I bet she’s mad at us for leaving you.” I knew my
grandmother. She was more than likely furious that we still went on vacation
when my mother was sick. It wasn’t like it was our fault, though, Joseph was
going to reschedule, but she told him no. My mom wasn’t the type of woman who
told us one thing but actually meant something else. If we had canceled our
trip, mom would have been mad at herself.

“She was, but she’ll get over it.” My mother said
nonchalantly. “I told her that I told you to go and have enough fun for me, but
you know that she didn't want to hear that. She’s hot-headed just like you,
Kendall.” Laughing at this, I couldn’t defend myself because she had hit the
nail square on the mark. I was hot-headed, and I wasn’t ashamed of it. “How’s
your father?” she asked me then hesitantly. I wasn’t going to tell her about
Joseph’s infidelity; she already had enough on her plate to begin with, but I
was going to be as honest as possible.

“He’s been drinking, a lot.” I said and she let out a long,
sad sigh. “Mom, are you sure you don’t know why he’s drinking like this? I find
it odd that he started doing this and didn’t offer you any form of
explanation.” From what Joseph told me, she was an influential part of his new
found love of drinking.

“He’s a man, I can’t tell you what’s going on in his mind.”
My mom’s excuse sounded so stupid that I would be offended if she thought that
I would believe that.

“Mom, I understand that you probably don’t want me in your
business and I understand that your relationship has nothing to do with me and
you’re right, it’s none of my business.” I paused preparing myself to say this
next part that I knew she wouldn’t want to hear. “But I know that you’re lying
to me, call it women’s intuition but I know if something's going on with
someone’s husband, then the wife is the first one to know.”

“I taught you right.” My mom said laughing an awkward laugh.
I knew that this was probably a difficult situation for her, especially in her
current condition. But I think that if she just told me about it that she’d
probably feel better. “He’s doing this because of something I did. He told me
that he was growing bored with his life and wanted to do something different. I
was alright with it, but then he started going out with his coworkers.” She
paused then.

“I don’t see anything wrong with that mom,” I began, but she
quickly cut me off.

“Female coworkers.”

“Oh,” I said dumbfounded. Joseph failed to let me in on that
major piece of information. Now I could see why mom shut him down when it came
to hanging out with his coworkers.

“Yeah, they got him into drinking heavily because they told
him that he was too ‘serious.'” My mom paused then and I could tell that this
conversation was hard for her. “One day my friends and I happened to be at a
bar that they were at and he was flirting and kissing on one of them!” My
mother raised her voice then and started coughing.

“Are you serious?” I asked my mom in disbelief.

“Yeah, I confronted them about it and dragged his sorry ass
home, but the worst part of the whole situation was that he didn’t remember any
of it the next day. So I told him no more hanging out and I guess he
substituted hanging out and drinking with just drinking at home.” I couldn’t
believe what my mom just told me.

“I can’t believe that you forgave him.” I said lowering my
voice just in case Joseph or Theresa was around.

“I had no choice to because he legitimately did not
remember. I’d prefer it if he didn’t drink, but I’d rather that he drink at
home and black out instead of him off at some bar with women.” This
conversation was so crazy to me. I couldn’t believe that Joseph let this get
that bad.

“I’m sorry, mom. I didn’t know that.”

“I know because I didn’t want you to know that, but you’re
not a little girl anymore. You know that stuff like this happens every day.”
She sounded so sad at that moment that I wanted to take Joseph’s car and drive
to mom's house to comfort her. “But I got to go now, I can hear your
grandmother yelling.” I laughed at this and told her that I loved her right
before we got off the phone. Sitting back on the sofa, I thought about our
conversation. 

“That is crazy,” I said to myself. Stuff like that did not
happen every day.

“What’s crazy?” I heard Joseph’s voice and turned in the
direction of it.

“Dad!” I said in surprise with my face heating up. “How long
have you been there?” I hope that he didn’t hear my phone conversation.

“I just walked in here when you got off the phone. Who was
that? Your mother?” I stared at him for a few moment before answering.

“Yeah, she sounds a lot better.” I said and he walked all
the way into the living room with a can in his hands.

“That’s good. I talked to her this morning, she told me that
your grandmother is helping her out.” He took a long swig of his beer and sat
down slowly on the couch. I looked at him from my peripheral vision and I
noticed that I didn’t feel as uneasy around him. If anything, I felt sorry
about all the problems he was going through even though he was the one who
brought it upon himself.

“There’s water in the kitchen,” I said turning the volume up
on the TV. I wasn’t actually watching the HD plasma TV because nothing was on,
but I kind of felt like Joseph and I wasn’t really going to talk about much.

“I know, so why don’t you pour yourself a glass?” He was
right about that. I had poured myself a glass of rum and coke and I was
enjoying the hell out of it, but it wasn’t like I was drinking myself drunk. I
needed something stronger than water though after what I had witnessed.

“Touché,” I said and took a swig of my beverage. “But I’m
not the one who gets black-out drunk.” I knew that it was a low blow to bring
that up, but I felt like he needed a taste of reality.

“Don’t start with me, Kendall,” he warned and that just made
me bolder.

“Mom’s told me all about what you did. Ever since you
started drinking you haven’t been yourself. Dad, I think you need to go to
counseling.” Sighing loudly, Joseph got up.

“I’ve already heard enough about this from your mother,
Kendall. Don’t forget who the parent here is because it’s certainly not you.”
He walked passed me then without looking at me. I heard him storming down the
hallway and slamming his bedroom door. I drained the rest of my drink, wrapped
my towel tighter around me, and made my way to his room. Father or not, he was
a grown ass man who needed to man up and face his problems head on. He might
have walked away from my mother, but he wasn’t going to walk away from me.

“I’m talking to you, Joseph,” I said opening his bedroom
door without knocking. I never called him Joseph because even though he wasn’t
my real father, he was the only one that I had. He chugged the remainder of his
beer and threw the can in an already filled waste basket. Shutting the door
behind me, I walked over to him and tried to pry his new can out of his hand.
“You're ruining our vacation,” I said trying to get a good grip on the bottle.
I hadn’t noticed it earlier, but Joseph’s breath reeked of beer, and I could
tell that he was a little tipsy by how he fumbled a little to push me away from
him.

“Mind your damn business!” Joseph aggressively shouted and I
shivered in fear momentarily. It was rare that Joseph got this angry and when
he did he tried his best to not let it show completely.

“No, damn it.” I said and went for the can again. This time,
Joseph was tired of trying to wrestle me so he pushed me hard and I landed on
his bed hard with my breasts popping out of my swimsuit. 

Joseph’s eyes went wide when he notice my girls bouncing
freely in the open. My breasts weren’t as large as Theresa’s, but they
definitely were a considerable size. Blushing, I tried desperately to put them
back into the cloth, but my nerves caused my hands to not respond to what I was
telling them to do.

“Stop staring pervert,” I said to him looking away from his
eyes. One I was pissed off that he had the nerve to push me, but the fact that
he was staring at my bare breasts was disrespectful.
Damn it, I see what he
was talking about when he didn’t want Theresa and I going out on the beach
,
I thought to myself. Joseph’s a good looking man, but at the end of the day
he’s married to my mother and my stepfather. Even though I gave myself so many
reasons why what was happening was so wrong, I couldn’t help the pleasurable
sensations that shot through my nipples as they hardened from the intensity of
his stares.

“I told you not to wear that damn swimsuit,” Joseph said and
moved closer to me. Somewhere through the commotion, he had opened his beer can
and drained it and I noticed that when he threw the can and it didn’t crash
with a loud thump. I looked into his sex-crazed eyes and then looked away.
There was no way in hell that I was trying anything remotely sexual with him.
“You’re beautiful, definitely more woman-like than when you were a child.”

“What?” I asked confused. What he said made absolutely no
sense to me, but why did his baritone voice surge through me like an electrical
current? The way he was staring at me made me wish that I hadn’t had a drink
tonight as my hormones surged all over the place.

“Make me feel better, Kendall,” Joseph whispered, and I
could feel his breath on my lips. Before I was able to push him away, his mouth
crushed into mine and his sharp tongue forced its way through my clenched lips.
My brain was screaming at him to get the hell off of me, but my body melted to
his touch, and my fingers gripped his oily and thick hair. Joseph rubbed up my
arms and down my chest making sure to squeeze and twist my nipples. His tongue
was hot and evasive as it explored the lining of my mouth.

“Wait,” I said trying to pull away from him, but his hand
shot up and held the back of my head to him.

“Relax,” he said right before breaking our kiss. We both
were breathing hard and I saw sweat forming on his forehead. He kissed both of
my cheeks, nibbled on my neck, and caressed a thin line of saliva from my
collar bone to the top of my breasts with his tongue.

“Ah!” I gasped as he cupped my breasts in his hands and
started sucking on my nipples lightly. My nipples were very sensitive, so I
couldn’t help but to squirm under his masterful tongue.

“You’re so wet, I can smell you,” Joseph said as he began
kissing a trail down my flat stomach. He licked under the band of my bikini
bottoms, before pulling them down my legs in a hurry.

“Wait!” I said again. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t do this
to my mother, but instead of stopping he ignored me and caught my clit in
between his lips. Muffling my squeals with my hand, my head fell backwards and
my eyes clenched shut. The way he ate me was unreal and I had to admit that I
was surprised that the older man was this good. I’ve dated and slept with older
men before, but none of them was as good as Joseph when it came to oral sex.

“Looks like someone’s stopped complaining.” I heard Joseph
lust filled voice resonate in the air followed by a chuckle. I hated myself for
enjoying the head, but I wasn’t trying to stop him anymore.

“Shut up and finish,” I said between gritted teeth. Just
because it felt incredible didn’t mean that I had to be nice to him about it.
He said nothing as he quickly pulled away from me and stood up. I couldn’t help
but to feel abandoned, but I saw why he pulled away from me so suddenly. He
stepped out of his pants and pulled his shirt over his head revealing hard abs
and a full-grown length. Stepping over to me quickly, he reached into his
drawer and pulled out a condom. “I didn’t think you used those,” I said and
immediately regretted it. Why would I think about his sexual escapades?

“I don’t want any more kids, Kendall,” He said and quickly
thrust himself into me. I clenched my eyes shut and tensed up, but I didn’t
scream. This entire situation was going south which I honestly did not want to
happen.

“Oh,” I couldn’t help the moan that came from me when he
started thrusting into me hard. Bringing my hand down, I gripped his hip as he
pulled me up to match his pounds.

“Damn, you feel so good,” He muttered just before letting my
legs fall and him bringing his face to hide in the crook of my neck. All of my
previous thoughts of disgust was destroyed by my new thoughts of pleasure.
After a while I felt myself coming closer and closer to my release until I
couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Dad!” I moaned into Joseph’s shoulder and bit down hard on
him. His own orgasm followed and he threw his head back and groaned. Once we
were both spent, Joseph fell down next to me and immediately went to sleep.
Feeling embarrassed and disgusted with myself, I quickly got up off of the bed
and stepped into my bikini bottoms. I went upstairs and peeked into my room and
was happy to see that Theresa was still sleeping so I made a b-line to the
bathroom to wash off my betrayal.

****

“Dinner’s done!” My eyes flew open when I heard Joseph
shouting from downstairs. I hadn’t even realized that I had fallen to sleep.
Looking over towards Theresa’s bed, I noticed that she wasn’t there.

“
Déjà vu
,” I said to myself as I forced
myself out of bed. I didn’t know what I’d say when I saw Joseph, but I knew
that I was going to feel awkward. “Hey,” I said walking into the kitchen.
Looking outside of the window, I saw Theresa talking to some people on the beach.
Sighing, I took a seat furthest away from Joseph.

“You alright? You don’t seem like yourself.” I raised my
eyebrow and looked up at Joseph when he uttered the same words that I said to
him. He genuinely wore a concerned expression and I knew right then and there
that he had already forgotten about our sex session this afternoon.

“Yeah,” I said hesitantly and awkwardly trying not to hold
eye contact with him. “I just feel a little sluggish, that’s all.” Joseph
nodded his head and began preparing his and my plates. “Theresa’s not joining?”
I asked and I saw his body visibly stiffen and I could tell that he was
thinking about what she had said earlier that morning. I wonder if they talked
about it any when I was upstairs sleeping.”

“No, as you can see she’s outside flirting with a few men.”
He shook his head and returned with our food. He had made fish, French fries,
salad and for some reason that made me smile. Joseph definitely was not as
skilled in cooking compared to mom and me, but I was glad that he managed to
cook something that he was good at.

“Oh, well she’s grown,” I said shrugging my shoulder.
Theresa and I had not spoken to each other much since I saw her and Joseph
having sex and it was probably for the best that she wasn’t joining us. I knew
that she’d notice me acting awkward and that might raise her suspicion of my
stepfather and me. “You seem better,” I said seeing that Joseph had appeared
more like himself than he had since we’ve been at the beach house.

“I am, I started thinking about what you and your mom was
saying.” Joseph paused and sat down across from me. I blushed when I noticed
that some of the buttons on his shirt was unbuttoned revealing his flawless
skin. “I’m going to stop drinking.” He said and I looked at him in surprise. Did
he remember what we did? Is he starting to believe what Theresa told him? I
wanted to know what caused this change in the man.

“That’s good, why did it take you so long to start thinking
about what mom and I said?” After thinking about it for a while, Joseph popped
a French fry into his mouth and looked directly into my eyes.

“Because I’m tired of hurting you and your mother.”