Being Dirty With My Future Stepdad

Take your hands off her

I rushed to my room after Dominic caught me hiding under the table. I felt like such an i***t. It wasn't like I had been watching something normal. I had walked in on my mom having s*x with her future husband, and it was shocking but incredibly embarrassing. My chest was heaving because I was breathing so fast.

"You're crazy, Aria. You're crazy," I muttered, hitting my head with my hands.

I started thinking about how I was going to go back out there. What was I supposed to do if I came out and saw Dominic? Oh my God, I was so stupid.

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The feeling this morning wasn't the same as yesterday. There had been no awkwardness then, but this morning, everything felt different. To be honest, the change was only on my end. Dominic himself looked relaxed, even though his future stepdaughter had watched him having s*x last night. Right?

Maybe crazy was a better word for it. When Dominic was fully dressed, I could still picture the bulge in his pants. That's just how crazy my imagination is. I'm still a virgin, but that doesn't stop my brain from thinking about adult things.

I had to go to campus this morning because I needed to see my professor to turn in an assignment. I'm only in my second year of college, but I already have a ton of work to do. That's because I want to get a scholarship to study in America. It's not easy to get. I have to work extra hard for it. My mom offered to help me, but I don't want to accept.

Doing things on my own is better, that's my motto.

"Are you going to campus, honey?" my mom asked.

I nodded. "Yes, Mom."

"Dominic and I are going for a fitting today. You have a dress too, so you should come with us to see it."

When I heard that, I was immediately annoyed. I'm not interested in things like that. The thought of going for a fitting meant the day would be boring.

"I'm going to hang out with my friends after class, Mom," I said, trying to get out of it.

"That's not an option, Aria. You have to come. Dominic will pick you up later."

My heart sank. I looked right at Dominic. The man was still eating his breakfast quietly, like nothing had happened.

"But Mom!"

"No buts, Aria." My mom reached out and touched Dominic's fingers. "You'll pick Aria up later, right, honey?"

Dominic stopped eating. He looked at me for a second, then looked at my mom and smiled. "Of course, honey," Dominic answered. He looked back at me and smiled in a way I didn't understand, and I silently cursed him.

I wanted to argue with my mom again, but it felt like no matter how hard I tried to say no, the result would be the same.

"Aria, you have to go for a fitting."

Ugh. So boring.

I stopped eating. I really didn't have an appetite. I'd only taken a few bites.

I stood up, and my mom and Dominic both looked at me.

"Where are you going?" my mom asked.

"To campus, Mom."

"But you're not finished with your food, honey."

"I'm full, Mom. I'm leaving now."

My mom started to say something else, but Dominic put his hand on hers to stop her.

"Just let her go. Let her be by herself," Dominic said. He was trying to stop my mom from coming after me as I left the dining table.

"But Dominic, that's so rude of her."

"It's fine, honey. She's not used to this yet. We have to be patient," Dominic said, trying to calm her down.

My mom finally nodded. Dominic looked toward the door, the same way I had just gone.

*******

I was already in the taxi I'd ordered. The morning already felt annoying because my mom had forced me to do something I didn't want to do.

Then my phone vibrated. I jumped, not expecting it. An unknown number was on the screen.

I swiped to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Aria. This is Dominic."

My heart pounded immediately. I froze when I realized who was calling.

"Wh...what is it?" I asked nervously.

"There's something I need to talk to you about. When do you have free time? I can come pick you up."

I pulled the phone away from my ear. I looked at the number on the screen again, then put the phone back.

"How did you get my number, Dominic?" I narrowed my eyes when I heard him curse under his breath on the other end. "Are you cursing at me?" I continued, already annoyed.

"I'm your future stepfather. Please don't call me that."

I narrowed my eyes again. "Why are you the one who's mad? I can call you whatever I want. You're not my dad."

I heard him take a deep breath. "Fine. Whatever you want. Just tell me when you're done. I'll come pick you up."

"I'm sorry, but I still have money to pay for a taxi. So don't pretend to be nice to me. Is this about last night? That's not my business. That's between you and my mom. So don't drag me into it. You're the one who decided to be so rough in the kitchen." I was very blunt when I said this.

Even the driver looked at me through the rearview mirror. I hung up and put my phone on silent. I didn't want to be bothered.

I felt tired, so I leaned my head back against the seat. I was going to stay busy on campus today so I wouldn't have to see Dominic.

*******

To be honest, I actually like the way Dominic looks. If I could, I'd ask my mom if I could have him for myself, but that's impossible and crazy.

There's no way I could ask my mom for her boyfriend. He's technically going to be my stepdad.

Dominic is from America. The crazy part is that my mom got him when he was single and had never been married. My mom is so lucky.

What happened last night made me work hard not to be tempted. I'm afraid I might try something with Dominic if I keep thinking about his muscular body.

I'm a girl, but I'm not totally innocent. I understand all kinds of adult things. I even think about being with muscular guys and what they have down there.

Crazy, right?

That's how my imagination works. And it got even worse when I realized that the things I see in porn, what those foreign guys have, I saw on Dominic.

How could I not go crazy? Every time I see him, I think about sleeping with him. I shook my head hard, realizing what I was thinking.

"Get a grip, Aria. He's going to be your stepdad!" I whispered to myself.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that the driver startled me when he said we'd arrived.

"Oh, okay. Thank you," I said as I paid him.

I got out of the car quickly because I saw my friend Tasha walking into the hallway of our department in the distance.

"Tasha!" I called out, and she stopped walking immediately.

"Hey! What are you doing here? Don't you have the day off today?" Tasha asked, confused.

I nodded. "I didn't want to stay home. My future stepdad is there," I said casually.

Tasha looked shocked. She'd started walking again but stopped and stared at me. "Are you serious?"

I nodded.

"I thought you were joking when you said your mom was getting married again. It's real?!"

"Do you see me lying? I'm serious. The foreign guy is at my house now."

"What! Wait. A foreign guy?"

I nodded.

"Eeeee! You're getting a foreign stepdad, and you're not excited at all?"

I shook my head. "It doesn't do anything for me."

"Oh my God. He's a foreigner. You don't think about doing it with him?"

I looked at Tasha. She was way too excited about my future stepdad.

A little background on Tasha: her brain is completely obsessed with s*x. She's not a virgin anymore. She says it's normal. She always says s*x is fun. She's crazy, honestly. There's no one else like Tasha.

"When was the last time you did it with your boyfriend?" I asked.

Tasha thought about it. "Two days ago. I was in the mood. Rey didn't want to at first because he'd just gotten home from work, but I didn't care. I just started giving him a blowjob, and he got hard. So we ended up doing it."

See what I mean? Tasha has a dirty mind that can't be fixed. It all happened because she got addicted to porn.

I tapped Tasha on the forehead. "Your brain. Do you have a mirror at home?" I asked.

"What! What does that have to do with this?"

"So you can look at yourself. Think about your own life and stop thinking about s*x all the time."

"Whatever, it's my life."

I just shook my head at how stubborn Tasha was.

I started walking ahead without waiting for her.

"You just wait until you try it. I bet you'll get addicted!"

"Crazy!" I muttered.

I headed into the professor's office building. Today I wanted to see Mrs. Bennett again. I wanted to talk about the scholarship I'm trying to get.

I hoped there would be some news. I'd applied two months ago and had already taken a few tests.

Everything takes hard work, and I'd be so stressed if it were all for nothing.

I knocked on Mrs. Bennett's office door.

Luckily, the professor I was looking for was in her room.

"Oh, Aria? Come in!" Bennett said.

I nodded and walked in, closing the door behind me. I looked at my professor.

Damn! Is this professor here to teach or to pick up guys? She's dressed so sexy, I thought to myself.

I looked at what she was wearing. She had a jacket on, but it didn't hide how big her breasts were. Plus, the shirt underneath was very tight.

Ugh, this professor is distracting, I thought.

******

It was twelve in the afternoon. I was done with what I'd come to do, but I didn't want to go home. If I went home, I knew my mom would make me go for the fitting.

I walked to the parking lot. I was going to order a taxi to take me somewhere else. Anywhere but home.

As I was walking, I stopped suddenly. I jumped because someone grabbed my phone out of my hand.

I looked ahead, annoyed, and was shocked to see Ryan. He's the best-looking guy in our department and also the person I hate the most. Ryan is my ex-boyfriend, and he broke my heart.

This asshole in front of me cheated on me multiple times and always ended up apologizing.

"What do you want?" I asked, suddenly rude.

"Baby, please."

"Baby, baby, what baby? Shut up! Move!"

I pushed Ryan to get him away from me. But he was like a magnet. I pushed him away, and he came right back, getting close to me again.

"Baby, you've got it wrong. There's nothing going on between me and Dora."

"Hah! I don't care. Go away!"

"Baby."

"I said move! Go away!" I tried to push Ryan again, but he just pulled me close and held my waist tight. "Hey, asshole! What are you doing!" I yelled, annoyed.

"Forgive me. I'll let you go."

I kept trying to fight him off, but he just held me tighter. It was starting to hurt.

"You're hurting me, damn it! Let go!"

"Forgive me first, baby!"

"I'd be crazy to forgive you!"

"Aria..."

"Get out!!"

"Aria, please."

"You could get on your knees, and I still wouldn't forgive you."

Oww.

Ryan held me even tighter and it hurt more.

“Take your hands off her,” my ex boyfriend and I heard a commanding male voice and the voice sounded familiar. We suddenly stood frozen and the freedom from Ryan's hands came immediately.

How did he even find me? I thought before turning to face him.