Amanda’s Seduction

Just one more year of this hell.

I sat staring at my hazy reflection in the bathroom, smoke billowing out of my lungs.

Cheap cigarettes. Easy to come by here. My mother was a chain smoker and wouldn’t work but she had plenty of men who came in and out of the house and she gave them pussy and they bought her cigarettes in return. Which I stole. Fucking whore. Who sells pussy for cigarettes and booze?

Rhetorical question. My mother of course. She never cared about me or my brother but we couldn’t leave without her putting our pictures on milk cartons because someone had to feed her newest baby who never stopped crying and shitting and wanting attention. One more year and the bitch was on her own.

I got up and left the bathroom, the only place with any privacy. I was going out. Fuck her and her men and the kid who would probably never know her father. Hell, my mother probably didn’t know her father.

You would think I would be more sympathetic to the situation being a girl growing up without a dad but getting hit on by men all my life. Sick fucks.

“Mom, I’m going to Becky’s”

“You can’t go anywhere tonight! I have company coming over and you have to watch your baby sister!”

“I have a test tomorrow and I have to study!”

That was a lie. Well, the studying part was a lie. I’m sure I had a test but I had better things to do than study. Actually I WAS going to study. I was going to stare at my best friend’s step-dad. God he was hot. He had dark hair and eyes and judging by the buldge in his pants, he had a big dick to go along with those good looks.

“Amanda! Don’t you dare leave this house….” That was the last thing I heard as I slammed the back door and kicked my way through the dry leaves across the row of lawns on our street. Safer going behind houses here than walking on the street.

Shit. Forgot my cigarettes.

A few minutes later I was knocking on Becky’s door I could feel my pussy get hot. I knew she wouldn’t be home for a while longer because she had band practice. Geek. She was nice though and smart. Had to pass senior year somehow so why not have a smart best friend with a hot step-dad who I was planning to fuck?

His name was Rick. Rick Schaeffer. Rick and Amanda Schaeffer. That sounded nice when I said it out loud.

Rick answered the door. He looked distracted.

“Hey, Amanda… Becky’s not home yet.”

“Really? She said she was coming straight home today, I’m sorry,” I lied. “Care if I hang out til she gets home?”

“uhh… sure… yeah.. come in. Excuse the mess.”

His wife never cleaned house. I would clean house. Wonder if she sucks his dick. Rick’s dick. God that made me wet thinking about it.

“Where’s….the ‘wifey’?”

“She went to church.”

Sweet.

So Rick how about you and me go fuck in your bed while your wife is gone and before Becky gets home? That’s what I said in my head. Instead I sat down and watched him clean his shotgun.