Chapter 1

I’m Jacob Barnes, a firm believer that Valentine’s day sucks. It was on a Friday. Any other day of the week would have been better. I worked from home most of the time, but I had the bad luck to be stuck with six hours of meetings at the office. Valentine’s day and significant others were the main topics of discussion all day. On the way home, I saw couples everywhere. Every smile and every couple kissing or holding hands hurt, since my fiancé Emily had broken up with me two days before.

We had some classic conflicts. Emily only wanted to make love on Saturdays, in the missionary position, and always quietly in the dark. She insisted on no porn, no blowjobs, and no jerking off. We always had to use condoms plus the pill, but she wanted at least seven or eight kids once we were married. I wanted two or maybe three kids and wouldn’t mind starting one before the wedding.

I was agnostic or maybe atheist, but I went through the motions to make her happy. I really didn’t feel like going to church three times a week, to apologize for only quiet missionary in the dark. She kept pushing, but there was no way I would donate ten percent of my pay to a minister with his own yacht and private jet. She dumped me for a minister.

I decided to make one of my favorite meals to cheer myself up, homemade beef stew. I picked up a bottle of red wine to go with it, then decided on two bottles, since it might be a tough weekend. I changed my mind again and got two of the extra-large bottles. The weekend wasn’t about quality, it was about getting wasted.

It took half an hour to cut up the meat and vegetables and brown the meat with a little flour. It would take another hour for the stew to cook. I made a big potful, since it kept well in the fridge and I would enjoy the leftovers for several meals.

I left it bubbling slowly on the stove, got a glass and a bottle of wine, and went to the bedroom to handle my horniness issue. I hadn’t watched porn or jerked off since I met Emily three years ago! Emily was so boring and stingy in the bedroom it was time for something wild.

I used my personal laptop since the rest of the night would be very non-professional. I searched for ‘Hot dirty porn’ and clicked the site in the middle of the results list. At the top of the page, I clicked ‘I feel lucky’.

In the video a tall bleach-blonde woman around 40 walked in a living room where a nerdy-looking brunette about 30 was laying on her stomach on the couch. Both of them pretended to be much younger but weren’t very convincing. The older one had on a fake fur coat, red bikini, and red high heels. I thought ‘typical things to wear around the house, sure!’ I chuckled to myself.

I could see a lot of the fake blonde’s dark pubic hair at the edges of the bikini bottoms. She had a large nose, at least two dozen tattoos, and obvious wrinkles. I really didn’t like tattoos, or women significantly older than me. She wouldn’t be attractive for at least three more drinks.

I thought the younger one was kind of hot. She had large boobs and long slender legs. She was wearing large nerdy-looking glasses, a ‘schoolgirl’ skirt and blouse, and pretended to read a book which was upside-down.

The bleach-blonde told the brunette, “Sis, you really need to change your look if you want to meet any guys. Let’s go shopping and get you something hot.”

The next scene showed the bleach-blonde sitting on the couch and the brunette admiring her new purple knee-high boots with high heels. “Oh, I love my new boots! Thanks so much for lending me the money, sis.”

The other one asked, “How will you pay me back, since you don’t even have a job?”

I thought ‘Wouldn’t she know that, before lending the money?’ I chuckled to myself.

“Well, I heard that sometimes some girls can lick each other in between their legs sometimes, and make some of them feel good? Can I make you feel good to pay you back sometime?”

The writing was as bad as the fake blonde’s bikini wax, maybe worse. The video was far from great, but it did the job. I watched the ‘little sister’ lick the other one for only five minutes or so, before I shot my wad into a sock. I’m a practical person, and I usually just do what’s simple and works. Socks are easy to wash, and don’t stick to wet skin like tissues do.

I drank a third glass of wine and rested a bit. Since I didn’t have a woman controlling how much sex I got anymore, I decided to jerk off again. Sex twice in one day! I’ll show you, Emily, you bitchy prude! I clicked ‘I feel lucky’ again and got something that blew my mind. A little red-haired girl only looked like an early teen, but obviously had to be 18 to be in porn. She was topless, holding a teddy bear and smoking a cigarette! Her ears and nose were quite small, and she had the large round eyes that make teens look innocent. She also had some ‘barely there’ boobs and a flat, boyish butt. Her curly red hair hung down to almost her waist.

Her face was a lot sexier when she took a puff from the cigarette. I watched her cheeks and lips move as she sucked. It reminded me SO MUCH of a blowjob. I hadn’t gotten a blowjob in four years! It was VERY HOT watching such an innocent-looking girl do something so dirty!

A man who looked three times her age walked in and yelled at her. “I told you before, I don’t want my little girl smoking! What did I say I’d do if I caught you smoking again?”

The girl did a good job pretending to be afraid, “You’d spank me, Henry.”

“Right! I want you to remember, so you keep smoking while I spank you! I married your cunty mother, so call me Daddy!”

He pulled the girl’s panties off and rubbed her butt cheeks. I could see her little asshole and her tiny pussy from behind! So sexy! He spanked her butt, as I watched her take puff after puff from the cigarette.

“Ouch! Ow! That hurts, Daddy Henry! Ouch!”

“It’s supposed to hurt!” Her ass slowly went from white, to pink, to bright red. I shot off again by the time the cigarette was gone.

The man said, “I don’t think spanking this way is working. Smoke another cigarette. I’m gonna spank your ass from the INSIDE!”

The girl looked confused about what he said but lit up another long white cigarette. Its length made the girl look even smaller. He wiped lube on his cock and between her butt cheeks. He slapped her little rump and said, “If spanking like THIS isn’t enough, I’m gonna spank you like THIS!”

He stuffed his below-average penis all the way into her tiny asshole in one swift motion! “OW! TAKE IT OUT! OW! OUCH! NO, IT HURTS! NOOO! STOP! PLEASE? OW! OW! OW!” She was obviously crying for real.

“It’s supposed to hurt! Smoke, while I finish spanking your shit chute!”

Seeing such a pretty, innocent-looking girl, smoking and taking a cock in her ass was incredible! But I felt bad for her. She really was hurting. I squirted cum for the third time in under an hour! I hadn’t done that since college, but I felt guilty too. I saved a link to the video as a favorite and paid the ten bucks to download it too. I watched it a second time, but my body wasn’t up to a fourth round.

The kitchen timer beeped and I leaned on the wall a few times as I took my glass and bottle to the kitchen. I was halfway through the first big bottle of wine when it was time to eat. I turned the heat off and burned a fingertip a little as I ladled myself out a large bowl. Not a big deal. It smelled delicious. I smiled in anticipation, as I blew on the first spoonful to cool it. As I tasted the first bite, my cell rang. I thought “DAMMIT!” I swallowed and answered on the fourth ring. “Hello?”

A lady on the other end asked, “Hello, is this Jacob Barnes?”

“Yeah, I’m Jacob, who are you?

“Anna Greene, with child services. Did you date a Mandy Dolan about sixteen years ago? Amanda Dolan?”

I struggled to remember. That would have been during my two alcoholic semesters at the beginning of college, and maybe during my month-long marijuana experiment ... hmmm. Being halfway sloshed didn’t help either. I thought maybe there was an Amanda. Maybe there wasn’t, and maybe there were three of them, I really had no idea.

“I think I dated a Mandy around that time. Why?”

“I have a kid here who thinks you’re her father. Her mother passed away last week, and she needs a place to stay. Can I bring her over to meet you?”

“Um...”

How could I be a single dad? Images of changing diapers and cleaning up baby messes flashed into my mind. I didn’t think I could take care of a kid on my own.

She assured me, “Don’t worry, it’s not a trap or anything. You can get to know her and see if you get along before you make any big decisions. Can I bring her over, so you can decide if you want her until Monday?”

“I don’t have diapers or bottles, or all that baby stuff.”

She chuckled and explained, “No, no, don’t worry about that. Sarah is in high school. She can mostly take care of herself. She mainly needs a place to stay.”

“Oh, ok then. When do you want to come over?”

“We’re close. Ten minutes?”

“Ok.”

“Good, see you soon.”

I quickly ate some more stew, until the doorbell rang. There was a quite large African-American lady at the door. “Hi, I’m Anna. This is Sarah.”

Since I had recently consumed five glasses of wine, my perception wasn’t what it should have been. I was shocked to see Sarah was blue and fuzzy with an enormous mouth, and had huge googly eyes at the top of her head! I shook my head and rubbed my eyes a moment. Finally, I noticed the face hidden in the monster’s mouth and realized it was a girl in a costume.

She quietly said, “My jacket got wrecked, so all I have to stay warm outside is my Cookie Monster Halloween outfit.”

“It’s ok, come on in. There’s stew if you’re hungry?”

She flipped the costume head back, and I saw she had blue eyes and light brown hair in pigtails. I thought she was cute. She asked, “So you knew my mom, Amanda? You’re my dad?” Tears formed at the edges of her eyes as she mentioned her recently deceased mother.

Even if I wasn’t sure, I liked her and I wanted her to feel better. “I think so. I’m sorry about your mom.”

Anna put a business card on the table and cleared her throat. “I moved 23 kids this week. Can she stay until Monday? So I can go take care of MY family?”

I smiled as I said, “She can stay. I’ll take care of her.” I glanced at some kind of paperwork and signed it.

The fuzzy blue monster hugged me and said, “Thank you Daddy!”

By the time Sarah finished the word “Daddy”, Anna was shutting the door on her way out.

I was a parent now. This was heavy stuff! Sarah and I ate some stew, and I had two more totally unnecessary glasses of wine. We sat on the sofa and talked about her mom. She leaned on me and held me for comfort. I told her I had a spare bedroom, but it only had a desk in it right now. I could get a bed for it later. Tonight, she could have my bed and I’d sleep on the couch.

“It’s ok, Daddy. It’s a big bed. It’ll be fine.”

I went to pour myself some more wine, but there was only one sip left in the bottle. I finished it and was feeling tired and VERY drunk. “I just need to go to the bathroom, then I think it’s bedtime.” The bathroom was a dozen steps away, but somehow I got lost and fell down on the way there. I got up and eventually found my way.

As I peed, I thought maybe I saw a bit of blue something out of the corner of my eye. No matter. I zipped up and staggered to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night, kicked my shoes off, and noticed somebody doing something with my laptop. I told myself ‘She’s a kid, and kids play games, back to sleep.’ I woke again and felt something warm and fuzzy on my back. A fuzzy arm curled around my chest. That was nice. I was happy I had a kid.

When I woke in the morning, I smelled something heavenly. My head hurt and my mouth was very dry, but an irresistible aroma pulled me toward the kitchen. I heard Sarah say from the spare room, “Coffee is ready and I thought we’d eat on the balcony. It’s really nice out, for this time of year.”

“That sounds good, sweetie! Thanks for cooking.” I went to the medicine cabinet and took one each of four different pain relievers, hoping at least one of them would kick in soon.

I went to the balcony and saw two plates on the table, pancakes with bacon, scrambled eggs, and orange wedges. I poured a cup of coffee and sat at the balcony table. I saw snow melting at the edges of the street, and a few buds starting to grow on a tree branch.

As I started to eat, my cute cookie monster walked out to the balcony.

I was shocked as I saw her carry her own cup of coffee. I wondered if she should have a bottle or a sippy cup, or something. Isn’t that how kids drink?

She put her cup down and went to sit, then said, “Ewww! There’s bird poop on the chair!”

“I’ll get something to wash it, don’t worry.”

I started to get up but she pushed me back in my seat. “Don’t get up, Daddy, I can sit in your lap. It’s ok.”

It was awkward trying to eat with a fuzzy blue monster in the way, but I managed. Something between my legs felt it was exciting instead of awkward, but I forced him back to sleep.