Chapter 2: The Broken Step

A few days after the epic tit-fucking, I was lying in bed, unable to sleep. To avoid disturbing Ellie, I tried to suppress my urge to twitch and move. Instead, the lions’ den story reminded me of when I first moved from the hospital into Ellie’s house.

My friends, Coach Lou Jackson and his wife, Lena, were helping me move into Ellie’s small house. They brought me into the larger of her two bedrooms.

“But, wait, isn’t this your bedroom, Ellie?” I asked.

“Yeah, so?”

“I shouldn’t put you out on the sofa or something.”

“Nobody sleeps on my sofa, it can destroy a spine in a single night. You’re sleeping in my bed with me. Don’t be stupid.”

“But...”

“The word is ‘thanks,’ dumb shit.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Lena, Louis, is that all his stuff?”

“It is for now, we are going to stop by his house and bring a few more items tomorrow.”

“Alright, hero, you stink like a hospital, because that’s where you just came from. I’m going to be taking your clothes off and wash your body. First, though, you need to meet my daughter...”

The three of us enjoyed dinner, then, after a thousand questions, Steph-, I mean Sparkle, was tired out and in her bed sleeping. Ellie was back and hauling away my clothing.

“What do you mean, you’re a virgin?”

I was very afraid. With this beautiful woman’s hands on my naked body, I was going to inevitably show a firm reaction. I just thought the polite thing was to warn her beforehand.

“In that case, we need to fuck first, and then wash your body. Don’t worry, Daniel, I’ll take care of everything. All you need to do is lie there and look hot; you already have that part covered. Now that you’re naked, I just want to look, that is, take inventory.

“Let’s see. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, you’re a Latino, right?”

“Yeah, on my mother’s side, from Guatemala. My father is a complete mystery except for my name, I never saw him. But I’m told he was white.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. I think having a dad around is important, for both boys and girls. I wish my ex would show more interest in his kid, even though he doesn’t get along with me. Never mind, I was looking at you. Let’s see, nice teeth, no beard. Do you shave?”

“Maybe once a month.”

“Well, quit it. I prefer not being scratched by stubble while I’m passionately kissing. Just a little bit of chest hair, nice nipples, mnph!”

She kissed one, then the other, the attention causing my dick to jerk.

“Your belly is very firm. Actually, I think a doctor would say you are underweight, maybe twenty pounds or so? I like your hair down here, don’t you dare trim it. I like to twirl my fingers through it. I see Danielito is enjoying my examination. I don’t have a lot of experience, but to me he seems a little bigger than average. I mean, not porno size, but I’m eager to go for a ride. I can’t wait to see you standing up, you have the cutest butt and I want to grope and fondle your round cheeks.

“Except for your bad knee, your slender legs finish you nicely. Daniel, I have to admit: seeing you naked has me dripping. Tell me the truth, do you want me to be your first, to make love to you?”

“Desperately, Ellie. You’re so hot, I feel lucky. Being here with you is a dream ... Oh!”

“What’s wrong?”

“We can’t, we need birth control, don’t we?”

“Shh. Calm down, don’t look so anxious. I’m no longer fertile. Short answer, I had lots of problems carrying and delivering my daughter, and because of the damage I can’t have any more children. However, the good news is we can enjoy ourselves without dealing with rubbers and shit. What do you say, Daniel, can I get on top?”

“Oh, please!”

Straddling my body, Ellie hovered over my groin and reached down to aim my missile.

“Here we go...”

I couldn’t speak. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. Slowly, she settled against me, until I was fully buried inside. Later, she told me how her clit enjoyed being rubbed against my pelvis bone and pubic hair, but at that point I couldn’t think or understand English.

Total bliss took over, and then it got better! She began slowly humping up and down while her muscles gripped me.

“Sweetie, your expression ... You look so happy! I really am your first, aren’t I.”

I just nodded my head, not trusting my voice.

As we continued, I realized my crisis was on its way. But then Ellie froze and shuddered while pressing herself against me tightly. Obviously, even to me, she was enjoying an orgasm, and I felt some repeating pulsations inside her body.

When it was over, she smiled down at me.

“Perfect! OK, your turn. Are you close?”

“So close! A few more ... Almost there, ah, AH!”

It felt like my whole lower body was clenching and spurting out a huge load inside her. My eyes were squeezed shut and my legs splayed out stiffly. In the aftermath, I felt Ellie lay herself against my chest.

We simply cuddled for a minute or so, then I opened my eyes and looked into hers.

“You had fun?”

“You’re an angel, Ellie, and you took me to heaven. But I have a question.”

“I’d say, shoot, but you just did that. What’s your question?”

“Can we go again?”

There was no softness, as if I was 14 again. Back then, I could masturbate almost continuously. I concentrated and flexed my hard-on inside her, supporting my request.

“Oh, my. You don’t need a break, I guess. Amazing! Fuck my brains out, then.”

After she had two more orgasms, she put her hands on each side of my head. After an enthusiastic kiss, she told me I was her dream lover.

“I can’t wait for you to heal and get up on top. You’re going to pound me into the mattress, stud. I’m going to climb down and blow you now. I want to taste you. Don’t hold back!”

My first BJ, also. Different feeling, but wonderful. I didn’t last very long, and managed to warn her. Ellie ignored the warning, and had me blast into her open mouth, all over her tongue. Then she crawled up my body and made a questioning noise.

“Sure, let’s share.”

She explained later that what we did was called snowballing. I was used to my taste, after years of simply eating it for convenience sake after jerking off. Anyway, what Ellie and I did was so intimate and hot, that when we had both finished and swallowed she looked down to my groin.

“Fuck me, you are STILL hard! Daniel, it’s a crime that you didn’t share your incredible ability with anyone before me.”

“You didn’t know me back then, when I was high school age and generally poor and miserable. I will explain it all to you sometime. But not now, after you’ve taken me to sexual paradise.”

Days later, pain from my burned hands left me unable to sleep. This time, I recalled my difficult years well before the accident where I saved Ellie and Sparkle.

I was back in high school, sitting in Coach Jackson’s office and being scowled at.

“Daniel, how many times have we had this meeting? Your academics are marginal, and your athletic performance is declining.”

He studied me, but I couldn’t meet his eyes, focusing on his desk instead. His anger seemed to retreat, and his next question came in a softer voice.

“Except for school lunches, when was the last time you ate?”

“Uh, two, no three days ago, Coach.”

Oops, now he was pissed at me again, and roared, “WHAT?”

“I’m sorry, sir. I know I’m not playing well for you. Do you want me to quit the team?”

“Shit. No, Daniel, that’s not what I mean. What’s happening at home?”

“I don’t know, not much, I guess.”

“Not good enough,” he said, gently but firmly. “I’m sorry for yelling. Please, explain.”

I gave him a short description. I’m days away from turning 18, but I’m not looking forward to it. I have no knowledge of my father, other than his name, Davis Lyon. My mother’s parents were from Guatemala. Their daughter, my mother Lisa Valdez, raised me on her own until I was 14, and then she married Curtis Steckler. And then, a couple of years after that, she died from ovarian cancer.

He didn’t blame me for her death, exactly, but he was certainly disliking the burdens of being my stepfather. On top of that, he soothed himself with drinking and weed, always teetering on the edge of getting fired. This week was one of many when he “forgot” to buy food for us. Like me, he seemed to live on lunches. I suppose he also took in some calories from all those bottles of Evan Williams (whiskey).

I kept most of those details to myself. In his office, what I did tell my coach was that when my senior year ended, Curtis would be evicting me. I supposed I was lucky that he allowed me a few weeks more to finish school after I reached 18. After finishing school, I would need to find work and a new place to stay. Or, maybe, go into the military.