Tennis Instructor (A.K.)

Chapter 7: I Don't Have Daddy Issues

Most guys would be ecstatic to be in Awsten's position. He was an attractive young man with good health, a nice childhood and a future set up for him. His parents had promised him a career with their business, as well as the inheritance everyone knew the Knight siblings were receiving. He was set for a life people work hard for, and he was well aware of the fact that it was simply handed to him.

Still, it didn't stop the dissatisfied feeling that Awsten woke up with every morning. It didn't stop the existential dread and consistent questioning he let wreak havoc on his mind. This promised future didn't even stop the depressing thoughts he was forced to keep to himself.

Awsten also knew he had so much to be grateful for. He was well aware of his privilege and luck in life. It felt wrong to him that he had been dealt such a great hand of cards and still couldn't be happy. He was sure he was just being ignorant and inconsiderate to think such a way, to be so unhappy despite all the great things in his life.

The weird part was, Awsten wasn't even sure if he didn't want to take over the company. He liked running stores and he always enjoyed helping his parents at their offices, but he couldn't help but feel like he was missing out. He had always been so encouraged to do that, that he never got to explore the idea of getting a different kind of degree.

More than anything, Awsten was scared of regrets. His parents were getting older and if he wanted to take over the company he needed to start being mentored soon. It was a sure deal and a guaranteed great future. Though, he feared he'd look back and feel incomplete with the path he had chosen. Self doubt was a vicious yet constant part of Awsten's life. That paired with his fear of missing out left him wishing he could just run away from it all.

It was hard for Awsten to focus on those worries at that moment, though. He was too busy with the blonde kneeling in front of him to care who would be disappointed in the end. As his cock slid down her throat, his eyes squeezed shut and he let the pleasant feeling overwhelm him. Fuck his future, he was going to drown the pain in blowjobs and blondes.

Even if his mind wasn't on his stressful lack of plans, it wasn't on Melody either. As gorgeous as she was, Awsten got bored thinking about her. Being pretty was only impressive for so long. There was nothing mentally stimulating about a girl who had to have every joke explained to her.

    He just didn't care for her enough to even feel bad about it. Melody never treated him like she wanted him for anything other than a rich boy on her arm. If Awsten was going to have mindless sex with a girl, he wasn't going to think about a chick as dim as Melody.

Instead, his mind wandered to Owen. Owen with her full curves, her icy blonde hair, her cheeks that turned red so easily. He desperately wanted her under him in that moment, her soft moans floating into the thick air of his bedroom. Awsten imagined how gentle he would need to be with a girl like her, which only drove him more wild. The thought of her helpless eyes as he fucked into her had him desperately gripping at Melody's blonde locks.

     The strands were coarse from the hairspray she had used to hold her curls. Awsten's rough hands were ruining the loose curls she had carefully perfected, but that was the least of his worries. He was too focused on tuning out her moaning around his length to pay her ruined appearance any mind. The only thought he had as he wound his fingers through her hair was one of disgust. Feeling the sticky hairspray on his hands made him want to step away to wash them.

He didn't, of course, and instead let his mind continue to run wild. His mental images all consisted of him taking care of Owen in a sensual and savory manner- one that greatly contradicted with the way he was treating Melody. He hadn't started out rough with Melody, but as time progressed and she reacted positively to that sort of behavior, he didn't see a reason to stop.