Lady Vixen

Chapter Four

That was then and this is now. Fast-forward a year later into my life, I am finally 15 years old. I feel like a teenager. I have a boyfriend who loves me and a father who wants to control me. He still thinks he can tell me who I can and cannot be friends with. Justin cannot stand him. He cannot stand Justin. The two of them argue back and forth about what is best for me. My father wants to be the only man in my life. Despite his drinking, a part of him still loves his little princess. I try to make him realize that I am not his little princess anymore. I am becoming a woman now. Justin loves me despite the issues I have with my father. My father still doesn't want to hear it. He thinks that Justin will ruin my life. He will either impregnate me at a young age or break my heart. He wants us to break up and never see each other again. When I say the love that I have for Justin is real, I cannot see myself with anyone else other than him.

Justin is my best friend who just happens to be my boyfriend. If this is what love supposed to feel like, I don't want to let it go. My father vowed to me in the past about Justin. His words were: if he ever catches Justin in our home, he will kill him. I try to tell Justin how serious my father is about this, but he thinks my father is bluffing. He says that his love for me is stronger than the fear he has of my father.

So, here we are laying on the living room couch watching television on a Saturday afternoon. Our bodies are stretched across the couch. I am laying in front of Justin as he has one of his legs on mine. He has his arms across my chest as we lay there enjoying each other's companies. My father is at work and he normally work from dawn to dusk on Saturdays. Justin will be gone by then.

"This is nice," he says to me.

"It is," I say to him. "You are not scared?" I turn my body so that my back is against the cushion of the couch. I look into Justin's eyes as he pauses to answer the question.

"Scared of what?" he asks me.

"My father. He could walk in any moment now," I say to him.

"No. Are you?" he asks me.

"A little," I say to him.

"My father told me I should fear no man. I plan to do just that," he says to me. I reach for a kiss as we exchange tongue action. "Besides, you said that he will be getting off tonight. I will be gone by then." Justin moves his entire body on top of me as we continue kissing. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks me. I shake my head wanting him to continue. He smiles and I smile back as he continues to kiss me.

He places his hand on my breasts as I place mine on his face. He feels on my thighs as we continue to tongue wrestle. We take a pause from the kissing as we try to undress one another. I pull off his shirt. He takes mine off. He unfastens his pants and pulls them down to his knees. I do the same with mine as we continue with our bodies pressed against one another's. I turn my head away from the couch as I look up at the door. The fear of my father walking through that door at any moment has me worried. Justin continues kissing on my neck as I place my arms around him. I can feel him thrust upon me. He moans. I moan. Our sounds become a little loud as I begin to catch myself.

I look at the door with my heart racing to find a shadow on the floor on the other side of the door. I hold my breath hoping that the shadow would go away as Justin continues to kiss on my neck as he strokes himself inside of me. I slowly exhale as the shadow vanishes. I look up at Justin who looks like he is enjoying himself. I smile at him knowing that he is happy. He pauses as he releases his final thrust.

Justin gets up from me with his pants still down. He pulls up his pants as I do the same. We both smile at each other. We are both fully clothed and we continue to kiss one another. I can hear footsteps approaching us, but I was lost in the moment. I look up to find a shadow standing behind Justin. I quickly part from Justin as the shadow push Justin down to the floor. It's my father. I blink my eyes twice to see if I am just dreaming. This is not a dream. It is really him and I am in real deep trouble.