CHAPTER FIVE
In the shower, I feel so strange. The sum total of my sexual experience is giving blowjobs to one boy during my junior year of high school. That’s about two blowjobs a week for five months, from the homecoming dance to when he moved away because of his father’s transfer. I guess an eighteen-year-old girl like me who can claim to have forty to fifty blowjobs under her belt is pretty experienced in that department. Ultimately, though, it was one boy I thought I loved, as sixteen-year-old girls do. Who knows if I’m any good at it? I mean, a sixteen-year-old boy probably thinks any blowjob is perfect.
As I shampoo my hair and think about how I’ll be sucking my stepfather’s cock tonight, it occurs to me that I’ll want to go online and see if I can find some how-to blogs or tips and tricks. I know those blogs exist. Friends have told me about them. One of the bank clients is called Happy Medium Media, LLC. I know the daughter of the couple who owns it. She told me they own about fifty websites. One of them is just for sex positions. So, I’m sure a quick internet search will put me in front of information about making blowjobs great.
What I don’t yet know is how I’m going to seduce Daddy to make it happen.
I know I can, though.
Last night proves it.
I think about how it felt to lie there on top of his lap and absently touch his cock. It was like I could feel his indecision and worry about the situation. He so desperately wants more! He’s also the most moral man imaginable, so in that circumstance, stopping calls to him. That battle in his mind is now a victory for me on the score sheet. I don’t know for sure since I fell asleep but I believe he got out from under me when his erection finally softened.
And this man was sweet enough to cover me with a blanket.
I step out of the shower and dry off. I’m just a little irritated because I have no time to masturbate and if there’s any time in my life, I need to masturbate it’s right now. I do sit down, though, and I start reading tips and tricks online. That, of course, makes me hornier. Worse, an hour passes so now I’m on a time crunch. As I always do, I send a text to Jeanie and ask if there’s anything she needs me to do when I get in. I do that every day and have done it since I started at the bank. I’m pretty sure that has a lot to do with my promotion. I walk to my closet to pick out clothes when I’m surprised by a phone call.
Who the hell calls me on a Saturday?
Jeanie does.
“Hello?”
“Samantha, you’re off today.”
“What?”
“It’s Saturday.”
“Well yeah,” I say, “but I always work until we close at one.”
“No, I mean it’s Saturday the Fifteenth. You requested it off for your trip with your…” She doesn’t finish. I forgot all about the day trip to the big city with my mom. Jeanie knows about all that’s going on. “Sorry,” she says.
“No, I forgot. Well, I don’t need the day off. I’ll come in.”
“Nope,” she says. “Stay home. Read a book. Hang out with friends. If you come in, I have to send someone else home. I counted your notarizing yesterday as three hours of overtime, so that’s four and a half hours of work. That’s a half hour more than you’d get on this shift anyway.”
“Wow,” I say. “Okay. It’s a deal.” I eye the bed as I think about the opportunity to masturbate returning in a perfect way.
“Are you doing okay?”
“Yeah. I mean… Can you believe my stepdad just walked away from everything he could have done?”
“You don’t know him very well, do you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Sam, I think Dominic Johnson is the finest man in this town. Haven’t you ever looked him up online?”
“What do you mean?”
She laughs and says, “Well now you have something to do on your day off.”
She hands up and I stare at my phone for a second. I climb onto the bed but I don’t end up masturbating. Instead, I do what Jeanie said and look Daddy up online. Over the next half hour, I cry, I laugh, I gasp, and I have a thousand other reactions.
How am I only learning these things now?
I stare at my phone in wonder and then a beautiful thought hits me.