LOVE STORY

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PRELUDE

She lay in the bed listening for any noise, any movement. The house was quiet and still in the wee hours of the night. "Finally," she thought to herself as she slowly climbed out of the bed making sure that she didn't wake up her friends as she exited the room. She had been planning this moment for several weeks and the excitement had her juices flowing. As she approached his door, she could hear him snoring loudly. "He is about to get it" she thought to herself. She crept into the room shutting the door behind her. She then undressed right there by the door and walked towards the bed naked. She was tingling with anticipation as she slid into the bed beside his sleeping form. The smell of alcohol was prominent from his snoring breath. She slowly, carefully removed his underwear and placed her lips on his flaccid member. As she softly sucked his member to life juices began to flow down her trembling legs. She watched his face intently waiting for him to wake up, but he slept despite his now very rigid member. She removed her lips from him and proceeded to mount him slowly. She positioned herself on top of his still snoring form. She placed the hard penis onto her wet, juicy, pulsating vagina moving it around on her vulva. She involuntarily gasped and trembled as she slid down onto his member fully. She was filled with him, and she closed her eyes in deep pleasure and appreciation. This was everything she had imagined it to be, and she rode his member rhythmically, climaxing several times only stopping when he released deep inside of her. Satisfied she got out of the bed and walked over to the door where her clothes lay on the floor. She dressed watching his still snoring body. A fleeting thought crossed her mind as she observed his member slowly becoming soft again, "what will he think when he wakes up naked with my juices dried up on his genitals?" She snickered to herself and thought "another unsolved mystery". Then she crept back to the room where her friends slumbered. She lay down exhausted and pleased and drifted off to sleep still tingling from the pleasure she had just received.

Chapter 1

Hello my name is Marisa but everyone calls me Reesy. I was 16 years old and living my best life when everything got turned upside down. At least that's what I called myself doing, living my best life. Looking back now like what a joke, if all of the heartbreak that I went through was my best life then please spare me anything better. My mom passed away when I was 4 years old, and my little brother was 4 months old. We were raised by our father Mark who at that time in our lives I thought was the best daddy ever made. He always took such good care of my brother and me. He worked a lot but he always seemed to make time for us. He demanded good grades, cleanliness, and self-respect from us. "If you don't love yourself, how can you ever love someone else? If you don't love yourself how can anyone else ever love you?" was what he repeated every time we acted up. In his opinion any bad behavior was a form of self-hate and self-disrespect. Another instant piss dad off move was to be a follower. You have to be your own person and accept responsibility for the bad decisions that you make in this life. He was stern yet loving and even fun sometimes too. We lived in Dayton, Ohio a small city just north of Cincinnati. My brother Lil Mark "or MJ as we called him" and I were fortunate to have my dad because some of my friends barely knew their fathers. Many were bitter because of it too, and they were jealous of the relationship that we had with our dad. Little did they know that we were jealous of them too because they had their mothers, and we didn't. All we ever knew was our dad. I can only remember fragments from when my mom was still alive, and MJ has no memory of her at all. He can only look at pictures and wonder about what life would be like to have a mom.

My dad was always so strong, and I couldn't help but to admire his strength. He was capable of smiling through almost anything even when I knew that he was hurting inside. My dad was 30 years old when my mom passed away. He never remarried or even had a serious girlfriend. He never introduced us to any of his "friends", and the only way that I saw one of them once was when I awoke one night from a crazy dream and heard my dad and a female's voice coming from his man-cave. I snuck closer to take a peek at them. They were laughing at a movie that was playing on the tv. I looked closely at my dad's face and he was happy. I mean genuinely happy. He was really enjoying himself. As I crept back to my room, I felt pity for my poor father. He was probably so lonely and sad without my mom, but he still chose to go without companionship for the sake of MJ and me. There have only been a few times that I can remember seeing him that happy and smiling so hard. The next day I asked my dad why he wouldn't get a girlfriend. He just chuckled and looked away into space before replying "I have you and MJ Reesy and that's all that I need, all that I have room for in my life right now". He would always say that if I mentioned him getting a girl. I just wish my dad could be happy like that all of the time instead of sneaking around stealing snippets of joy here and there. Everyone deserves some happiness and joy in this life, right? That's what I believe.