My father sat at the head of the dining room table, just as he did during every Thanksgiving meal we'd ever shared. But while I took my usual seat to his left, his new wife, Evelyn, now sat to his right. On the other side of Evelyn was her father, Gabe. "This table," Dad said, "always seemed too big for just me and Opal." Smiling at me, he reached to pat my hand. He'd never been one for physical affection until he met Eve...

Even after I stopped shaking from my orgasm, Gabe kept me on his lap. His fingers continued their fondling; when he grazed my swollen clit, I involuntarily rocked my hips. That made him laugh low and soft. Leaning back against him, I closed my eyes. Though we risked being caught by staying here, I felt strangely calm. As Gabe eased one of his long fingers into me, I released a quiet moan. With his other hand, he cupped my...

During the drive to Gabe's house late Sunday afternoon, I struggled to keep my nervousness in check. While stopped at a red light, I looked down at my outfit in mild disapproval. I was dressed for comfort, wearing a baggy sweater, leggings, and boots. Of course, when I'd packed for the trip home, I had no idea I'd be spending Sunday evening with a man who wanted to do all sorts of dirty things to me. My mind constantly re...

I expected Gabe to fuck me hard and fast. He knew I had little experience taking a cock, and I knew of his penchant for inflicting pain. But he slid into me gently, burying himself inside my pussy at an achingly slow pace. I felt the tremor of need course through his body; it made me wonder how much effort it took for him to hold back. "So fucking tight," he breathed. "You might as well be a virgin." Despite his care, I c...

I didn't know what would happen after I left Gabe's house. Now that we'd fucked and bared our souls, I understood there was a chance he might grow bored with me. And maybe that was best, I told myself. There was no denying that we fed each other's worst impulses. But the text he sent the following day let me know I didn't need to worry about him losing interest. How's that clit? Walking between classes, I read the message...

I tried to get back to the dorm early the following morning, while Andrea was still asleep. As quietly as possible, I slipped into our room, but my efforts proved futile, for she immediately popped her head up from her pillow and flashed a bleary grin. "You were down to fuck Mystery Guy on the first date?" She playfully wiggled her eyebrows. "When do I get to meet him?" I stood there in my rumpled dress, hyperaware that I...

I was restless at Dad's house in the few days leading up to Christmas. Though Gabe had spent only one night there, I keenly felt his absence. My father and Evelyn would be spending Christmas Eve with Evelyn's mother, and Gabe obviously wasn't invited to that gathering, so I wouldn't see him until he arrived on Christmas morning. He was the first person I told when I received my final grades: all As. You're a brilliant you...

I turned nineteen in late January, not long after I went back to school. Dad promised to celebrate the occasion the next time I was home for a weekend, but Gabe insisted on taking me out to dinner on my birthday. He'd made reservations at a restaurant I'd never heard of, and the moment we stepped inside, I understood why it was unfamiliar to me. The place was ostentatious, with a formal dress code. Wearing my finest dress...

After that night, I didn't again profess my love for Gabe, but those words had their own resonance, filling silences like the sound of our breathing. Despite Gabe's warning that we should be realistic about the future of our relationship, he kept me close, either at his side or with calls and texts. As weeks passed, I realized I didn't need to give voice to my feelings, for he understood them well. I only wished I could b...