Obsession...with a Twist

I was a bit surprised when Brenda started up a conversation about what had happened. I was about to shut her down, post-haste, but didn't.

"Look," she sighed with a smile on her face. "I'm sorry about this. I own my part in it. I could tell you were attracted to me and I played that up. It didn't hurt that I was attracted to you either," she said with a smile.

"Again," I sighed. "While I appreciate your being willing to own up to anything, I have to take full responsibility here."

"Do you really?" she asked with a knowing look. "Even if I was bound and determined for it to happen?"

"Yes," I nodded as I took a sip of my wine. I thought I knew what she was up to here. After a sufficient amount of down-time, Brenda was trying to 'stoke the fire' again. I wouldn't take the bait. "Hell, even though you said you found me attractive, part of me can't help but think that you pulled your whole little act as a big 'fuck you' to your father. And, maybe even to a lesser extent your mother."

Brenda stretched her arms back behind her neck in what I thought was an attempt to look sultry. "Wow," she mused. "You clearly don't have a very high opinion of me, nor of yourself."

"Pardon me?" I asked with a shake of my head.

She lowered her feet to the floor and fixed her gaze on me. "You seem to think I'd fuck anybody just to say 'fuck you' to my folks? Thanks a lot. That means you think I'm just some kind of slut," she said sternly.

I was about to protest, but she kept right on going.

"Next, you can't have a high opinion of yourself because you think it's impossible for a girl my age to have the hots for you," she shook her head at me as she stood up. "If you weren't being such a dick I'd offer to go to one of the beaches you hang out at and poll the girls to find out which ones think you're hot."

Great. Now I felt even shittier than I did before. "Look Brenda," I stood up myself to face her. "I didn't mean to offend you in any way. I'm just trying to come to terms to what happened here."

She folded her arms under her breasts and gave me a skeptical look. A moment later she smiled and shrugged. "No offense taken," she said with a warm smile. Her phone buzzed and she walked over and picked it up. "Hi dad," she said. "Okay see you outside." She tossed her phone into her bag and slipped on her shoes. "I don't where my socks are," she said with an innocent grin.

I chuckled. "I'll find them and even wash them for you, as my way of apologizing," I said warmly.

"Oh Mr. Bradford you STILL don't get it do you?" she giggled at me.

"Get what?" I asked.

"You have nothing to apologize for," she paused for a moment. "Well, unless you consider not being able to resist this," she ran her hands over her body. "As something you need to apologize for."

"Brenda," I said but then was at a loss for words.

She smiled and walked over to me. "You seem to think you have some kind of choice in all this Mr. Bradford," she stood right in front of me.

"I do have a choice young lady," I said flatly.

"And like I said earlier, we saw what you did with your choice," she giggled. "You really don't understand, do you? I see the look in your eyes. I OWN you."

"Listen to me," I tried to protest.

Brenda snapped her hand in the air in a mocking gesture. "When I want you again, I'll get you. You don't have a choice in the matter."

Before I could say another word, Bill was knocking on the front door. In an instant Brenda swung it open. He greeted both of us warmly and asked how we were.

Then he asked a LOADED question: "So, how was she?"

Standing slightly behind her father, Brenda cocked her eyebrows and smiled at me.

"She was," I mumbled as I tried to avert my gaze from Brenda. "Um, okay I guess?" I finished with a shrug.

"He's kidding dad," Brenda leaned in and put a hand on Bill's shoulder. "I was great! You should have seen the look on his face when we were done."

I couldn't help but wince at the innuendo. I just wanted this day to end.

******

After they were gone, I had some cleaning to do. I scooped up the towels that had Brenda had used and tossed them down the stairs. I'd do the laundry tomorrow morning. I even found her socks and tossed them down the stairs. Now it was time to clear up the pizza box as well as the plates and napkins we'd used.

The big job was cleaning up the mess I'd made in the kitchen. After the door had closed I stood there recalling Brenda's words. They sank in to me. Hell! They CUT into me. I had walked into the kitchen and slammed my half-full wine glass into the sink shattering it into several pieces and splashing wine all over the counter and kitchen floor.

Her words echoed in my head as I cleaned up the mess I had made. At one point as I was cleaning the floor I paused and glanced to my right. That's where she was on her tip-toes when I fucked her.

Goddamn! I shook my head and continued on. I recalled Brenda's words some more: She owned me did she? Then why was I standing there cleaning up a mess I'd made out of frustration, rather than anger at what I had done? Because she DID own you asshole, that's why. That's also why I was feeling my cock stir to life again as I recalled the whole scenario from earlier that afternoon.

I thought about calling Linda again, but realized I was in too fucked up of a mood to do that. So I grabbed a new wine glass as well as another bottle and made my way upstairs to draw myself a bath.

I eased myself into the water and took a sip of my wine. I had my phone nearby in the unlikely - and hopeful? - event that Linda would call. As I lingered there in the water and the alcohol started to take a bit of an effect I was thinking of confessing to my wife.

Fortunately, that idea went flying out of my head when another intense craving for a cigarette washed over me. I furrowed my brow a bit and tried to recall if I still had a pack stashed somewhere in the house. Even if there was they would probably be pretty stale.

I sighed in the tub. After about the fourth time of draining water and heating it up again, I finally rose out of the tub and let it drain. Feeling a bit tipsy, I toweled off then grabbed the bottle, my glass and my phone and shuffled to the bedroom.

An amazing moment of clarity came over me the second I got into the bedroom. Everything was put down on the dresser by the door in an instant and I made way to the window facing Bill's house and closed the curtains. I took a deep breath. It was like as long as I couldn't see her, she couldn't own me. That suited me fine.

I moved to the window that faced the back of the house and cracked it open and took in the breeze over my naked body. It was so soothing. I stood there for a moment and then made my way back to the dresser and grabbed the bottle and my glass then I headed to the bed.

I wasn't sure how long I had been laying there sipping on wine, but I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard my phone buzz. I jumped up and went to the dresser and retrieved it. A big part of me was hoping it was Linda, but when I saw that it was just an incoming text, I knew it wasn't her. Linda rarely, if ever, texted me. I squinted at the screen and saw the message: Open your curtains!

"Oh shit," I moaned as I glanced over to the window facing Bill's house. I glanced back at my phone and saw that the message did indeed come from Brenda. I took a deep breath and just lowered my phone. It buzzed again. The same message appeared. "Fuck!" I shouted loudly in my empty house.

I moved over to the window, but didn't pull the curtains back. I wanted to text Brenda and ask what she was up to, but I knew what I'd get in response so I didn't bother. I peered through the slit between the curtains and saw Brenda's light was on, but I didn't see her.

My phone buzzed again. The same message. It was followed by: I REALLY want to show you something!

"God damn it," I moaned. In frustration I finally opened the curtains, but stayed off to the side. A moment later Brenda appeared in front of her window totally naked.

My phone buzzed again. This time the text read: I'm REALLY horny! Can you cum over?

I glanced back out the window and saw as Brenda was giving a little dance. She was licking her fingers and rubbing them over her nipples. My cock was rigid. I was breathing heavy and couldn't help but keep my eyes fixated on her.

That was until my phone buzzed again: REALLY REALLY HORNY!! Pls cum over!

I finally brought my phone up to my face and texted my obsession back. I told her that her father was at home and I couldn't just come over there and ask to fuck her.

I glanced back out the window and saw Brenda smile and maybe even giggle. She tapped on her phone and then gave her hair a toss as she turned her back to the window and gave me a view of her backside.

My phone buzzed: Dad is asleep! I turned the alarm off and back door is open! Pls hurry! My pussy is so hot for you!

"Shit!" I yelled again. I stood there for a moment and then glanced out the window once more. I darted to the ensuite and pulled my robe off the hook on the back of the door and headed downstairs.

Was I going to do this?

Apparently I was. I skulked down the stairs and headed for the back door. I unlocked it and crept outside. There was a bit of a chill in the air but I slowly made my way closer to Bill's house. I glanced up and noticed that Brenda caught site of me. She glanced down and clapped her hands together with a big smile on her face as I got closer.

I rolled my eyes and make my way to the back door of Bill's house. I took a deep breath and opened it up. It was open and no alarms seemed to go off. I sighed and snuck inside then closed the door behind me.

Fortunately I was well acquainted with this house, having been there numerous times when John and Nancy had lived there, so I knew where I was going. Still I was extremely careful as I made my way through the darkened main floor to the stair well.

Upstairs was dark as well, except for the sliver of light I could see coming from underneath Brenda's bedroom door. I slowly crept up the stairs, wincing with every slight creak of wood that sounded magnified one thousand times in the darkness and quiet of the night. To say nothing of how magnified the sounds were by the guilt I felt over what I was there to do.

I got to Brenda's door and paused there breathing heavily. I wasn't sure which room was Bill's but I glanced at the other three doors which were all partially open.

Oh god no! I thought to myself. There's no way in hell I can do this!

I was considering leaving right then and there, but I stupidly closed my eyes and imagined the naked beauty beyond the door I was just outside of. I took a deep breath and turned the knob and slipped inside.

"Oh Mr. Bradford," Brenda cooed at me. "Thank you for coming over to fuck me again!"

She was lying on her bed with her legs up at the knees and she was rubbing her pussy. I breathed heavily as I took in her body, and as much as I wanted to protest I knew I couldn't. In an instant my robe was on the floor and I was on the bed on top of the object of my obsession.

I kissed Brenda deeply, which is something I had wanted to do since the first moment I had met her and saw those wonderfully pouty lips of hers. Her mouth was as inviting as her pussy had been earlier. She even sucked my tongue into her mouth and swirled her own around mine. All the while my hands groped at her tits and hips, as she ran her hands up and down my back and over my ass.

When our lips parted Brenda put a hand to my face. "Fuck me good," she whispered. "Just like before."

A moment later I slid my cock up into her waiting pussy. We both moaned loudly as I entered her, probably too loudly given our current whereabouts but I don't think either of us cared. Brenda dug her hands into my ass cheeks as she guided me in and out of her pussy, while she wrapped her sexy legs around me.

I lost track of everything other than the moment I was in. I had no clue if the bed was creaking loudly or anything. I just marveled at wonderful her pussy felt around my cock and how beautiful she looked smiling underneath me.

Brenda would pull me in for the occasional kiss as I continued my motion in and out of her. She'd thank me for fucking her again, and tell me how she knew I'd be back with her.

I was in no position to protest.

All concept of time was lost, as my head was just swimming in how incredibly sexy this young woman was and how, much to my chagrin, she DID have a major hold on me. But that didn't keep me from coming back to reality.

Brenda had me in for another kiss and when our lips parted I told her I was close.

"Oh good," she hissed. "I want you to cum inside me this time!"

My jaw hung open as I continued to fuck her. I wanted to speak but no words came out.

"It's okay," Brenda cooed up to me as she dug her teeth into her lower lip. "I'm on the pill."

That was all I needed to hear. I pumped her pussy with wild abandon and even felt her spew some of her own cum over my cock. She hand her hands over her head and her legs wrapped tightly around me as she urged me on. A few thrusts later I was exploding inside Brenda's eighteen year old pussy.

Good lord! I was actually shivering as I came. That hadn't happened to me since I was Brenda's age for crying out loud!

"Oh wow!" Brenda moaned as she put a hand to my face again. "It feels like you're cumming more than you did earlier today!"

She was probably right in her assessment. In fact as I slowly pumped myself in and out of Brenda's pussy I could feel my cum oozing out of her already.

I finally pulled out of her and leaned back. "Holy shit," I muttered as I ran my hands through my hair.

"I agree," Brenda giggled as she rubbed her feet over my chest. "Now," she said matter-of-factly. "You're welcome to spend the night if you like."

I gave her an incredulous look. "Are you fucking serious?"

"Not really," she giggled. "But I want you to make the same offer when I fuck you at your place tomorrow, got it?" she wagged a finger at me.

I simply nodded weakly as I rolled off the bed. Part of me wanted to protest again, and say there would be no fucking at may place the next day, but I knew there was no point. I walked over to my robe and scooped it up off the floor then glanced back at Brenda who was on her side smiling at me.

"I told you I owned you," she grinned at me.

"I am hardly in a position to disagree," I replied meekly.

I slowly opened the door and took a peek outside. Before I left I glanced back at Brenda, and she gave me a knowing wink before I ducked out the door. I headed for the stairs and had made my way to the bottom when upstairs lights came on.

"Brenda?" I heard Bill's voice call out.

HOLY SHIT!! I ducked to the side away from the stairs.

I just barely heard Brenda telling her father that she was in her room. "Oh," he mumbled from the top of the stairs. "I thought I heard something downstairs."

I snuck a little further back up the hallway and into a bit of an alcove as I prayed that would be the end of it.

It wasn't. I winced as I heard Bill coming down the stairs. I was willing Brenda to stick her head out of her door and call her father back but no such thing happened.

Bill got to the bottom of the stairs and seemed to survey things for a moment and then he made his way to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water then opened it up and took a swig or two out of it then replaced it in the fridge.

I felt myself chewing at my bottom lip and also could tell that I was trembling a bit as I waited to see what would happen.

I exhaled, probably a bit too heavily as Bill started to make his way back up the stairs and then I saw the lights turn off.

I waited another minute then skulked to the back door, and when I was sure I was in the clear I quickly opened it and closed it behind me, then tore ass back to my house.

When I got back inside I was panting and not just from the short run. My nerves were on edge. I didn't bother turning on any lights since I knew where everything was, and I quickly fixed myself a rum a coke.

I walked out of the kitchen with my glass in one hand and my other hand over my mouth. I finally took a big sip of my drink. With my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could once again see the family pictures on the mantel. As rueful as I felt I could only shrug at them.

"I'm sorry," I almost sobbed. "But she does own me."

******

I barely slept a wink that night. As a result, I got a later start than I usually do in the mornings. After showering I felt 'alive' enough to go for a blade. I had a cup of coffee and felt the urge for a cigarette again. These constant urges for a smoke didn't surprise me. Hell the night before I went into the garage and spent forty-five minutes rummaging around to see if I could find and old pack hidden somewhere. But I still knew why the urges were hitting me. It was because I had satisfied another urge that I thought unattainable: fucking my eighteen year old obsession. If I could do that, why couldn't I smoke?

It was almost noon when I headed out the front door with my blades and a cooler bag. Just my luck Bill headed out his front door as I was putting my blades on. And of course, rather than just saying 'hello' he had to come over for a chat. I sighed.

"How are you today?" Bill said in a pleasant tone.

I had to admit it to myself, but idle chit-chat with this man was about exciting to me as watching paint dry. But I felt a tinge of nervousness come over me when the 'pleasantries' were over and done with.

"I wanted to ask," Bill said calmly. "Is there any trouble with break-ins around here?"

"No," I shrugged, even though my heart was pounding. "I mean there was one, about eight years ago at the house over there," I gestured. "But it turns out it was the drug-using son of the parents who owned the place. Other than that it's been fine," I paused and noticed just how dry my mouth was at that moment. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh I just had a feeling last night that something was up," Bill replied matter-of-factly. "I heard something in the living room, and Brenda was in her room. I went downstairs but didn't see or hear anything. But this morning I noticed that the back door was unlocked and the alarm wasn't on, even though Brenda told me she had set it."

"Naturally," I replied with a parental nod hoping against all hope that nothing in my behavior betrayed the fact that I had been in his house that night.

"Well, she's a good kid," he chuckled. "I'm off for another day of 'my thing', but she wants to stay home and cook for me. She also asked me to invite you over for dinner to thank you again for yesterday."

"Oh I can't," I replied a bit too quickly. "I mean I appreciate the gesture and all, but I won't be able to make it."

"She'll be sorry to hear that," Bill replied. He bid me goodbye and went to his car.

I finished doing up my blades and was just standing up when I saw the door to Bill's house open and saw Brenda standing there. In an apron. And only an apron. She gave me a pleasant wave and then turned and headed back into the house, giving me a view of her bare ass.

******

I honestly couldn't remember a single thing about my trek on the rollerblades that day. No visuals came to mind. Nor any aspects of the trip were clear in my head as I sat on the beach having a beer. Even the visuals on the beach failed to register with me.

My mind was completely wrapped up over the events of the previous day and night. And it wasn't just the events themselves that preoccupied me. It was the potential repercussions should the events come to light.

I was also struck by the incredible lack of self-control I had shown. Part of me wanted to feel better about that since I begged off of dinner with Bill and Brenda that evening. But I sighed as I recalled that I had 'laid down the law' with Brenda after our first escapade. Then later on that evening I was skulking around in the dark and sneaking into my neighbor's house.