The Cohen Chronicles, Chapter 2: Birthday Plans

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    Chapter 3 Birthday Plans The tension in the car was incredibly thick all the way to the school. I don’t know that I breathed the whole ride. My mind was so preoccupied with what happened between us, (which I am still not fully sure what the hell happened), that I drove on auto pilot all the way. She barely said good-bye, hopped out, and started walking before I could say anything. I’m watching her walk now and I’m raising my eyebrows at her dress that I’m just now noticing. “Good God in heaven! What the fuck does she have on?” Her white dress is little too snug for my taste as her father, but as I’m a sick and twisted pig also, I love it because my eyes zone right in on her hourglass shape. I watch her slow and sensuous gait as she puts one sandaled foot in front of the other. The white dress fits every single curve on her body to a tee. She doesn’t look like she should be going to school in that kind of dress. And I don’t like that at all. Not as a lustful pig or her parent because of the attention she’s bound to receive. “But goodness, could her ass be any more perfect?” I think to myself, groaning and continuing to gawk at her. I’m literally sucking in my breath watching her go up the steep steps as her dress pulls taunt on her shapely bottom driving me crazy with lust, jealousy, and confusion. The lust should be obvious. As disgusting as it is, I want her body all to myself. As a matter of fact, I wish I was ripping that dress off of her right now and doing things to her body that no father ever should with his daughter. The jealousy is because she’s wearing that to school around male teachers and boys. Lots of them. And if I’m sitting here hard as titanium, how will they respond? I know. I’m a total fucking hypocrite. Because if I found out my best friend, Michael was lusting after her, I’d kill him just for that alone! He’s forty-five years old and I’d rip his heart out with my bare hands! Scratch that. I’d rip any guy’s heart out that was thinking the things about her that I am in this moment. Okay. Maybe not that far. But you get the point. I’m very jealous and I don’t want her body gawked at, unless I’m doing it! So yes, my hypocritical, unmitigated gall is flabbergasting. I admit it. I sigh heavily as she continues to her make her way up the steps to go inside. I see Sarah greeting her and some boy that I don’t recognize. My hackles flare up and I want to throttle his skinny ass off those steps because of how slyly he’s looking at her. His fucking enthusiasm is a little too damn eager for my liking. “Fuck. Would you listen to yourself ? You want to beat up a kid just because he said hello to her. Ugh. David Cohen shut the fuck up!” I scold myself. She finally disappears with the rest of the kids into the school and I pull off headed for home ignoring my erection. I continue to mull over this situation. My confusion over all this is because I can’t reconcile the lust that I have for her. Even if she wasn’t my daughter, she’s still a kid. A young, sixteen year old girl. All this bullshit about “young woman” is just that, bullshit. I don’t care that she’s old enough to have her fucking period. I don’t care that she’s ready to get behind the wheel of a car. I don’t even care that she’s got tits and an ass that makes her own father want to take her virginity. At the end of the day, at sixteen years old, she’s a girl, escort not a woman. I take solace in the fact that Marah is a good girl, though. She’s only kissed two boys and is still a virgin. She’s always been very open with me about boys, thank God for that much. However, I’m also pretty baffled because it’s odd for me to be jealous. I just have never been one to get jealous over anyone or anything. It’s simply not my style. But with her, I feel intensely territorial. Even worse, here I am threatening to rip another man’s heart out and throw a teenager down cement steps for the mere possibility of thinking of her in a sexual way. Yet, I do, constantly. I feel tormented and disgusted right now. “And her! What the hell was she doing this morning? I mean she couldn’t possibly have been coming on to me, right? I still have no clue why she was even upset. I just don’t buy that it was her hair. Honestly, I don’t know what the heck happened in her room. She was obviously struggling with something, then very embarrassed when the towel fell. But, the look in her eyes in the living room was different, I think. My God, she looked like she wanted me to throw her down right in the middle of the floor and fuck her for goodness sakes! Could I have imagined that because it’s what I want? Okay. This is ridiculous. She wasn’t making any pass at you, David. She couldn’t have been. You are Daddy, that’s it. You are imagining shit because you are a sick fuck. It’s not her. It’s you and just you. You’ll just have to find a way to get over this obsession with her. Don’t make your problem, hers.” Trying to resign myself to finding a way to stop these sick thoughts, I refocus on the road ahead of me. I let out a breath while gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary, feeling extremely tense. I note that at least my erection has went flaccid and not having a stiff one helps me concentrate on something else. I realize that I better move a little faster to meet the planner for this party. It’s Friday today and Marah’s seventeenth birthday party is this Sunday night. *** I arrive back home and notice that Lori is waiting on my front steps. Lori is the mother of Marah’s best friend, Sarah. Lori and I dated briefly a year ago, but mutually realized we liked each other much more as friends and ended our romance. If you can call it that at all. Honestly, I was just horny and wanted to bang her brains out. But over time, she’s become a good friend and we help each other a lot. Especially now, since Lori has become a single parent within the last five years. She and Tim separated a year before their divorce and it was very difficult on Sarah. Lori is thirty-nine, and married Sarah’s father at twenty. He is older than her by six years, so he’s basically my age. Sarah came along when Lori was twenty-three and we’ve known them since they first moved to our street as a family over ten years ago. Lori was very attractive then, and age has only made a small dent to alter her looks. I gaze at Lori though my windshield as I’m pulling up. I observe that she’s wearing a floral, spaghetti strap, maxi dress that almost sweeps the ground. Her shoulder length blonde hair is pulled up today in an interesting top knot. It appears to be held in place with what looks like blue chop sticks. I gulp, as my eyes flick to her neck. She has a very delectable neck. I can remember bayan escort kissing and sucking on it as she squealed in delight many times. Thinking of that makes my lower region stir. “God, you are a pig today! Last thing you need to be thinking about is sex after this morning!” I rage in my head. I pull all the way into the driveway and stop the car in front of the garage. Lori is waving and smiling brightly as I get out to greet her. “Hey, You! I waited for you. How are you this beautiful morning?” Lori says, jovially. I grin as I make my way over to her on the steps and say, “Well, I think I’m doing much better now that I see a beautiful goddess standing on my front step waiting just for me!” Lori laughs loudly and tosses her head back. I try to be mature and not peak at her chest, but I lose that battle. My eyes shift to her double D breasts bouncing a bit as she laughs. And yes, they are real. I’ve licked, sucked, bitten, and handled them enough to know it. Her tits look like they want to pop out of the maxi dress and I can’t help but to lick my lips. I try not to be obvious about it once she stops laughing and starts talking about her “relaxing” walk over here. I nod and smile, but focus my thoughts on her body. Lori is not petite by any stretch of the imagination. She’s probably at maximum weight for her five foot six inch frame, but it’s in all the right places. Her waist is soft, but trim, and her curvy shape is quite exaggerated. On another woman, it might look strange, but for her it works. She looks like she could have been an exotic dancer in another life working her way through college, but has now left her past behind, and settled into suburbia. Okay. In other words she looks a bit like a slut trying not to be one…as much. Interestingly, she’s actually self conscious about her appearance as nuts as that seems. She may look like a slut, but she’s definitely not one. Her husband was the only man she’d been with before me. Initially, she had a very difficult time getting naked in front of me and I had to do a lot of coaxing to get her to relax. We fucked the first three times with her clothes on. I didn’t mind because it was actually pretty hot just easing up her dress or skirt, pulling her panties to the side, and getting a quickie before we had to pick the girls up from school. But those times are over and really it’s for the best. But boy, those are good memories. Once Lori got more comfortable with the sex, she became a little firecracker in bed! “David. For fuck’s sake. Stop with the sex already. Enough!” I admonish myself while deep in thought. Lori snaps me out of my head. “So I’m a goddess today, huh? That must mean someone needs me to rescue his sorry ass for this birthday shindig that’s coming up on Sunday like I do every year. And I can just bet he’s not even remotely close to being finished with planning it yet, right?” Lori asks with a smirk. I scowl at her pretending to be very offended. “For your information, this year I’ve got it all under control. The party planner is coming soon and the party will be fantastic. Thank you very much!” She stops smirking and shrugs. “Oh okay. So where is she ? I mean since clearly you have everything under control.” Thinking Lori has a point, I look at my watch. It’s 9:25am. “Fuck!” I exclaim. Lori rolls her eyes and frowns. “Don’t escort bayan tell me. You forgot to call to confirm, right?” I try to play it off, “Um no. No! I…I have someone coming. Definitely!” “Oh well, great then! You don’t need me this year. I have errands anyway,” she says casually. Lori walks past me and I watch as she heads toward the street. I panic and start talking really fast, “Okay! Okay! I lied. I’m desperate. Please don’t go. Only thing I have planned is her theme and Marah gave me that! I need you. Please! I think I forgot to call the damn planner!” Lori turns around and starts to howl in laughter bending forward clutching her sides. “Oh! Oh! Oh! My sides hurt! I can’t stop laughing at your stupidity,” she teases. She continues to laugh like this causing me to laugh with her because she has the funniest laugh that I’ve ever heard. Then just like that, she abruptly cuts it off, straightens up, and starts walking back toward me. “Okay. Mr. Cohen, I’m in charge now. Let’s go in and get this party planned together so you don’t humiliate your daughter and by extension, my daughter. We don’t have much time, but I’m sure we can pull it off. I cannot believe you waited until the last minute again this year! This is her seventeen birthday! But, I have your number. You do this shit because you know I’ll help you. Next time though, there will be hell to pay. Do you hear me? You’re lucky that I don’t have to go into the salon today!” I nod and reply sheepishly, “Yes, Ma’am.” “Don’t get cute. Come on, hurry up,” she orders. I move toward the door and let us inside. Lori walks past me to the kitchen and goes in the fridge. I don’t mind as Lori knows she’s absolutely free to treat my home like her own. She yells from the kitchen, “Hey, you want me to fix breakfast or anything?” “Nah, that’s okay. I had coffee. Can you fix me another cup, though? Fix yourself whatever you want in there.” I hear her laughing and her call out, “Oh, believe me, I intend to do that anyway. I have to get paid in some manner for my services!” I chuckle at Lori’s comment and set my keys down on the small cherry wood table behind the couch, I notice a small little red book that has nothing on the front. I flip it over and there is nothing on the back either. I think to myself it must be something that Marah forgot on her way to school. Hoping she doesn’t need, I proceed to open it. What I see written inside is in Marah’s handwritting. Sunday June 2, 2013 He looked so good today! I wanted him inside me so bad that it was driving me ballistic all day. I think about sucking him off like a dirty little slut, constantly. UGH! I know that’s terrible and I shouldn’t be such a skeeze, but I can’t contain myself when it comes to him. It’s so frustrating because I know he’s scared. He’s scared of getting into trouble if someone was to find out we fucked. I don’t even care. I am willing to risk it. I just want to be with him so bad today, even more than usual. Yes, I know that if anyone found out, it would be big trouble for both of us. So it has to stay a secret from everyone. Even people that we love and care about the most. I have to find a way for us to be together and find a way to convince him, no matter what. I know it means risking everything, though. But, I’m in love and I can’t hide this anymore. I don’t care if it means we have to leave everything behind and just go away together. I just want to be with him and I’m going to make it happen. Somehow soon! I stop reading because I instantly feel sick to my stomach. My brain can’t process anymore of it. Utter shock and pure rage grips me.

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