She watched her mother chuck the vase at the latest man to fall for her special level of crazy. He ducked just in time, and the vase shattered against the wall. She cringed. Why this one? Why him?

This wasn't surprising behavior of course. She had grown up with the revolving door of men in her mother's life. Her mother was easy to love, passionate and creative with a great sense of humor! But like clockwork, maybe six months in, they began to notice the other details--the instability, paranoia, irrationality. And that is when the fighting began.

She had grown so used to it, that she hardly paid attention to the men anymore. That is, until Jack. Jack didn't come barrelling into their lives like the others, demanding attention and respect just for existing. He wasn't all over her mother nonstop like the rest of them either. He was...respectful, kind, and thoughtful. She genuinely enjoyed being around him, which was unlike any other man her mother had brought home.

And now he was going to leave. And why wouldn't he? He just had to swerve out of the way of an ash tray. What good man--and she was sure he was a good man--would stick around for this kind of abuse?

Her mother had just stormed out and slammed the front door. She heard the car start up (after a couple tries, how embarrassing!) and squeal out of the drive way. Only three more months, she reminded herself. Then I'll be at college; I'll finally be free!

"Are you ok?" She startled at the voice behind her and turned to find Jack's stormy blue eyes gazing at her, full of concern.

"You're asking me?" She fumbled. "I wasn't the target for every glass object in the house!"

He chuckled softly. "Yeah, I kinda figured that would happen sooner or later. You start to see the signs when you've dated for awhile.

"I'm just worried about you." His eyes met hers again, and she felt her heartbeat quicken.

"It's...it's normal. I mean, it's always been this way. I'm just...I'm sorry it's happening to you."

"Oh?" He snickered and gave her a sly smile. "You like me eh? Wanna keep me around?"

She flushed with embarrassment before she could stop herself. His eyes on hers, his sincere smile, his genuine care for her...

"It's ok, I was just joking around," he added quickly, trying to end the awkward silence.

"Oh I know," she stammered. "I just...I do like you. You've been great to have around. And now you're gonna leave..."

"Oh hey, that's ok. I'm not heartbroken. Your mom and I weren't in love or anything. And we can still--"

"What? Text? Go to the park? C'mon. That's not realistic. I get it. But I will miss you. It's been great." She turned her face away to hide the tears starting to well up in her eyes, but his hand gently caught her chin and brought her eyes back to his.

"It has been great," he said assuredly. "And you deserve those text messages and trips to the park and.."

Her eyes drifted down to his lips as he spoke and as he noticed the words left his head. They sat there for a moment in silence, feeling the air shift between them. She looked back up into his eyes, which were right there waiting for her.

"Jack, I--" She started but then he rose quickly.

"Beth, I should go."

He started to walk away and then paused.

"Is your mom gonna be back?"

She scoffed. "Not tonight. Maybe in the next couple days. After a night like this, she usually spends the rent at the casino for a few."

"Damn. You just gonna be here by yourself?" He rubbed his neck, looking uncomfortable with the idea.

"You don't have to worry about it. It's just...life. no biggy. It's not like I'm a child."

"No, you're not..." His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat suddenly. "Still, I can stay tonight. I'll stay in the guest room, just so you're not alone. I can go in the morning. Night Beth..."

She watched him head upstairs as his words echoed in her mind, I can go in the morning. She sighed. Why did the idea of him leaving hurt so much? The image of his lips came back to her then. The touch of his hand on her face and the feeling deep deep down when he gazed into her eyes. Though she had never admitted it before, not even to herself, she no longer felt the deny it. She wanted Jack in her life. Not as her stepdad. She was too old for that anyway. No, she wanted Jack with a longing, a yearning. Like a parched man in desert thirsts for water.

She thirsted for Jack.

For the first time, she allowed herself to really consider him. His features, oh how she loved every feature! His smooth, olive skin glowed when he smiled, and what a breathtaking smile it was. Sort of lopsided, it was quirky and adorable, and she couldn't help but smile back when they were together. His black hair was always disheveled, like he'd just gotten out of bed, but in such an endearing way! Traveling down with her mind's eye to his arms, his torso, she felt the pace of her heart increase. He wasn't some Calvin Klein model, and she wouldn't be interested if he was. But his form had lean muscle from what she could tell, even though it was constantly covered in fitting sweaters with pushed up sleeves. And below that? She could only dare to dream.

Or could she?

I can go in the morning, he'd said. So that only left tonight.

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He shifted beneath the sheets, stiff from lack of use. He snickered to himself at his unintended pun. After all, he was shifting to adjust his own stiffness. Just the realization that Beth had been gazing at his lips had brought him to full attention so fast his head spun. He practically had to run out of the room before she noticed.

She's a child! But he knew that wasn't true. She was starting college in a few months. Hell, he'd given the toast at her 18th birthday! And the way she had looked at him tonight...that was the look only a woman could give a man. A look he was starving for apparently, as he rubbed his growing erection and groaned. He just needed to get some sleep.

He had just begun to drift off when a glimmer of light shine into the room. The door creaked as it opened and then shut again. The room went dark. Struggling to awake from his almost slumber, he felt the bed shift as someone climbed in beneath the sheets. He opened his eyes and looked over to find a hazy silhouette moving closer. He frowned in confusion. And then the silhouette became flesh, very silky, warm flesh pressed up against his side.

"Who--"

But the taste of her lips cut off his question. These were not lips he had kissed before. The taste was new, sweet, and filled with desire. He responded as nature intended, spreading her lips apart with his tongue to delve deeper into her any way he could. She moaned in reply and he froze.

"Beth! No, Beth, stop. We can't do this!" He pushed his hands out to create some space between himself and the fantasy he was just trying to deny, but his hands only found her perfect, supple breasts. They pressed against his palms and then quickly pulled away, and he realized how fast her breathing was as she offered herself to him.

"Jack, please don't say no," she pleaded quietly as she softly stroked his face. He tried to stifle his own moan at the feeling of her touch.

"You said it yourself, we only have tonight. It's all we have...and it's all we need."

And with that she ran her fingers down his back, along his chest, and pressing her hand just below his naval. He wondered why she's stopped and then remembered he was supposed to be stopping this himself.

He slid his hand down to her hip and pushed her back, fighting the urge to find out how or if she tamed the mound of hair covering her...

"No. Beth, we can't do this." His voice sounded more firm than he felt. She started to shift away from him, and he sighed with--relief? Disappointment? Damn, he couldn't think straight!

Then suddenly he felt her body lift and her leg wrap around his hips. Her lips found his again, and as she began to rub herself against his incredible erection, he forgot his will to fight this. His arms wrapped around her waist as his tongue met hers, each one devouring the other with a need unlike anything he had ever felt. He roamed every curve of her body, exploring each particular feature he had daydreamed about for months. As his hands found her thighs and let them guide him up to her firm, thick ass, her face pulled away from his to catch her breath.

"I need you inside of me," she panted.

"Beth," he groaned as he struggled to find the words, "we really can't go any further than this. This was already too much."

Her face fell resigned until her lips found his neck. She began to kiss him, lick him, trailing down to his pecs as he felt her hips begin to maneuver position to find the head of his cock and press her slick pussy against it.

"Is that what you need Jack? To say no so you don't feel guilty about this? I've wanted you for so long. It's ok. Say what you need to say. Just say it with your cock inside me, please."

She pressed against his cock until it slipped inside her, and though his hands gripped her hips, he didn't stop her this time. She began to rock up and down, her breath quickening as she moaned with pleasure. His head tipped back and his back arched as he thrusted his cock deeper and harder, over and over again. She cried out his name and dug her nails into his chest.

"Oh, Beth, oh my God," he groaned as he felt her pussy grip his cock and stroke every inch of him faster and faster. "Beth really, I don't think--"

"Yes, Jack. Tell me to stop. Tell me we can't be together. Tell me you don't--oh fuck! Yeah!"

He fucked her harder, getting closer and closer to coming every time he thought about just how wrong this was. Fuck, I'm fucking my girlfriend's daughter and it is so fucking hot! He lifted his head to take her nipple in his mouth. Her taut, hard nipple. She arched her back and cried out, only bringing him closer to ecstacy.

"Beth, God. I want all of you. Every inch of you. I have to stop before I--"

"Oh Jack, please. Please don't stop. I'm so close. I'm so close to coming. Your cock feels so good--ah!--against my G-spot. I'm so wet for you. Just keep fucking me!"

How could he stop now? He gripped her hips and rammed every inch of his cock into her aching pussy. Her moans grew louder and breathier, and soon she just started crying his name over and over. He felt her pussy tighten around him, and she screamed out in euphoria as her body shook from her orgasm.

Suddenly he was following her to elation, crying out as he shot cum deep inside her. Beth's young, tight, slippery pussy was filling to the brim with his cock and his cum. God, he was coming harder just thinking about the forbidden fantasy that had just come true.

She collapsed on top of him as his aftershocks subsided. She moaned his name as she laid there recovering.

"Wow, Beth...I should say no more often," he teased softly under his breath. She giggled in response.

"If I said no to a blow job...?" He felt his cock harden at his half-joke.

She shifted to the side a little and licked his lips playfully.

"You want to say no and see what I do next?" She sucked on his bottom lip for effect.

"Oh Beth, please don't ever put your full, wet lips on my my cock and--"

He didn't even get a chance to finish the sentence.