After Michael had smoothed out the excuses with Ralynne and his employer, he and Rose begrudgingly endured the two and a half hour drive to Rediscovering Futures. When they arrived, they were greeted by very benevolent staff, who assigned Rose a room, of which they informed the duo would have to be shared amongst themselves, but regardless the staff was grateful that a relative had decided to tag along for support. Michael discussed briefly with the charge nurse how it’s highly recommended, and yet very few people take advantage of the opportunity to have someone familiar accompany the clients during their stay.
As expected, the facility was something like an inpatient psychiatric unit without the formality. More of a behavioral camp, where structure and support resources were provided. The tour of the facility solidified Michael’s decision in keeping Rose here for the two weeks, possibly even longer. They had a library, a fully equipped gym with a swimming pool, activities and groups scheduled for every waking hour of every day, a cafeteria, a music and art room, nurses and technicians, and therapists on-site. The tour guide emphasized that most behavioral problems originate from some untouched imbalance in the psyche, and that a non-stressful but structured environment plus therapy usually yields great results. Michael was very thankful to that police officer now as their tour ended with the dorm he and Rose would be sharing.
It was a small room, with just a twin bed, a desk and a wardrobe. It reminded him of college. Only problem was — he wasn’t sure where he was supposed to sleep. After bringing this up to the tour guide, they managed to add another mattress to the room, but no platform bed. So he’d be sleeping on a twin mattress on the floor for two weeks. Wasn’t the worst sleeping situation he’d ever had. He’d live.
Because it was their first day, they were encouraged to take advantage of all of the resources, and meet with the charge nurse and a therapist to have a schedule created for Rose. And so they did, they attended a few groups, and when lunch time rolled around, Michael diverted to the cafeteria while Rose went to meet with the nurse and therapist alone. An hour later, she returned to eat lunch with him, with a booklet outlining a personalized schedule that the two were to follow for the next two weeks. Wake up was at 7AM, breakfast at 8, then they were to go to the gym from 9AM until lunch at 11AM, only every other day. The rest of the time was filled with various groups and one or two therapy sessions a day for Rose. They were to be in their dorms by 10PM, there would be one bed-check at 11PM to ensure everyone was back in bed, and then it would repeat. Rose was disappointed with their schedule, he could tell, but she made no outward objections. They finished lunch together and spent the rest of the day in groups, some of which he could even admit were dreadfully mundane. Rose stayed close to him though, throughout the whole day. Michael was a rock for her, something close and comforting. And the day ended in comfortable fashion. By the time they’d gone back to the room, they both were extremely tired. Before she crawled in bed, however, Rose met Michael by the door in a drawn-out embrace, snuggled deeply into his chest. They stood for awhile in their hug, silent because words weren’t needed. They were both on the same page.
Eventually, Rose wound her arms up around Michael’s neck just to give herself a boost onto the tips of her toes, so she could reach up and press a gentle kiss to his stubbly cheek. Michael took her face in his hands and found her eyes for a moment. And for a moment, he felt a dense, primitive urge to kiss the young woman.
If he was being honest with himself, Michael couldn’t deny Rose’s appeal. She was over a foot shorter than him, probably around five feet tall, while he was 6’2, but despite this she always acted fiery, as if she was taller. Even if her personality alone wasn’t enough to draw him to her, he couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t attractive. She somehow didn’t look much like her mother, or her father. Instead she was a perfect mix of the two, with big grey eyes, a button nose and a big radiant smile encased in plump shapely lips. Her skin was tanned now, from the summer’s passing, and her body was undeniably attractive. She was just slightly chubby, carrying most of her weight in her ass and hips but a tiny bit on her lovehandles, enough to give her mild but cute hip-dips. Her waist otherwise was very flat, probably a result of her mother beating it into her that she needed to drink a green smoothie daily to stay healthy, just like she did to him. Mike couldn’t lie to himself about that either, Ralynne could be very nutty sometimes. He’d been in his relationship with her for a little over two and half years, and he wasn’t sure how much longer it was going to last. They argued a lot, had different opinions on fundamental problems, and weren’t even intimate anymore, as Ralynne had decided to use sex as something to withhold when she was angry at him, which was almost all the time now.
And so with her bright grey eyes gazing up into his, it took almost everything in him to offer a small smile and step away from her. She smiled back up at him, unsuspecting, and quickly hugged him again before chiming out a goodnight.
And a good night it was.
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Rose woke to the muffled sound of birds chirping through the closed window. The sun had blanketed on her face through the curtains and woken her before the alarm clock could go off. The young woman sat up in bed to stretch out her arms with a yawn. Normally she would try to go back to sleep but she knew she’d just have to get back up in thirty minutes anyways. She glanced over at Michael, discovering that he was still sound asleep as expected. She gazed at him for a few moments, indulging in really staring. He was a very attractive man, and sometimes she tried to get a good look at him, but it wasn’t always easy with her mom around. She’d always thought he was, but she kept it to herself because how would that sound? That she thought her stepdad was hot? It probably wasn’t super uncommon, but she didn’t want to be one of those girls, especially not to her friends. So she kept her little secret under wraps, and stole indulgent moments like this from the world. His face was so gentle as he slept. His dark brown hair mussed up, his beard beginning to grow in fuller from yesterday’s lack of shaving. Mindlessly, she wondered if he’d grabbed a razor when they’d stopped home while mom was gone, before they left. She wondered if she’d finally get to see what he looked like with a full beard, something her pussy ached at the thought of. She loved beards.
Michael was turned on his side and encased in a blanket so his face was all she really saw of him. Sometimes she liked to admire his body too. He worked out more than her mother, and so not only was he tall, he was muscular and kind. He was something out of a Nicholas Sparks movie. It was no wonder why she found it so difficult to be around him without being more affectionate than she probably should. She always wanted him to hold her, or rest her head on his shoulder, or just be close.
A couple moments passed before she decided she should probably stop being a creep and take a shower. Absentmindedly she brought only a towel into the bathroom connected to the dorm. The hot water felt amazing beating down on her skin in the cold bathroom, and she got lost in her thoughts. She knew she’d spent too much time in the shower but she didn’t care. When she got out, she took her time doing her hair and some light makeup, framing her face and accentuating her eyes. It wasn’t until she went to throw on her clothes that she realized she hadn’t even brought any with her into the bathroom. She felt a jolt of panic. She didn’t want to wake Michael to ask him to bring her her clothes, but she also didn’t want to venture out into the open with nothing but a towel on to get dressed in the dorm. She hesitated by the door for a moment, groaning because she felt stupid. “I’ll be quick,” she told her self, and made her decision.
Wrapped loosely in her towel, she tip-toed over to the wardrobe, which was directly in front of Michael’s mattress. She chewed on her lip, debating heavily whether she should just sprint back into the bathroom, but decided it would probably make less noise to just quickly throw on all her clothes right there. She had just gathered a tank top and shorts when she glanced over her shoulder at Michael. In that brief glance, something caught her eye. As she hiked her shorts up over her ass, she turned fully around, now a little stunned. With her tank top still hanging in her hand, she stared at Michael. He was laying on his back now, and though still asleep, the blanket was tented upwards massively, but only around his….
Then she realized. He had morning wood.
She could have laughed if she wasn’t so instantly turned on. Her pussy swelled up between her legs, gushing. She bit down on her lower lip as she yanked up her shorts further, so that the fabric would wedge into her ass and put pressure on her aching pussy, It throbbed so intensely she completely forgot she was even shirtless. Until the alarm suddenly blared and Michael’s eyes opened, startled by the noise. The noise had startled Rose, too, and she instinctively jumped at it, her perky tits bouncing on her chest, her nipples hard. The two met eyes for just a moment. Michael’s eyes darted from hers to her chest, and she noticed the sudden twitch his already erect cock made beneath the blanket. Sheepishly, suddenly, she spun around and yanked her tank top down over her shirt, blurting, “I’m sorry! I–I just– um, I forgot my clothes and–” But she stopped, unsure how to explain why the hell she was staring at his hard cock. Her cheeks were deep red with embarrassment. Two days of getting caught. She wanted to hide from the world.
“Uh, no– it’s–it’s fine, Rose.” He answered, voice still gruff with sleep. She stayed with her back turned to him, too nervous to turn around but out of her peripheral vision, she saw him begin to stand up. As he did so, he captured his erection tenderly with his hand, releasing a soft, tortured groan. Which confused her. Was it painful? She didn’t dare to ask.
She watched, biting down on her lip, as he gave his cock a slow but generous squeeze, sighing deeply as he readjusted it and pulled his hand back out of his sweatpants.
Rose wasn’t sure what to do. So without turning around, she shyly chimed out, “Are you decent?”
She was met with a scoff of a laugh. His voice was still deep with fatigue, which somehow only made her even hornier. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. “I am, but you’re not.” He answered, and she felt him getting closer, until he was directly behind her. Rose felt a jolt of panic. She’d forgotten she’d pulled the shorts up into her ass.
Michael hooked his fingers into the edge of them and tugged at them, to acknowledge them. “What’s this? You can’t wear these, your whole ass is showing,” he objected bluntly. Rose couldn’t help herself. Her resolve was gone the second he grabbed at her shorts. She arched her back into him, feeling the length of his cock press into her ass through his sweatpants. It was rock solid. Her pussy throbbed dangerously at the feeling before he took one step back, creating distance between their bodies. He squeezed his cock again through his pants, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge what dirty thing she’d just done. Instead, he suddenly pushed his palm between her shoulder blades to push her up against the wardrobe, pin her there, as he grabbed another pair of sweatpants through the open door.
Unexpectedly, Michael yanked the shorts down to her ankles. Rose gasped, feeling another wave of arousal wash over her, She was weak for him. She arched her ass again, knowing that when she did so, her pussy would be visible to him. It was so swollen and tender now, just the feeling of her shorts moving against it made her want to moan. She’d never felt a man’s cock before, especially not inside her, and her pussy was so tight that sometimes she could barely fit just one of her fingers inside. The feeling of the fabric on it was bliss. She knew as he pulled her shorts down, the smell of her arousal would fill the room. And it did, but Michael said nothing.
Instead, he grabbed her by the hair and guided her over to the bed until she was laying on her belly, her legs hanging off the edge. She held onto the mattress as he lifted her legs to pull the shorts totally off and replaced them instead with those sweatpants. He pulled them up around her cushiony ass, and she relished in the feeling of his hands on her bare skin. She moaned gently when he yanked her back to her feet and she was flush against him again. She tipped her head back into his chest. Rose could feel her stepdad’s hard cock against her back while he pulled up the front of the pants to fit snugly around her waist. It wasn’t until now that Michael noticed what all this throwing around had done to her top.
From over Rose’s shoulder he saw that not only were her tits barely encased in her tank top, but that they had even fallen out. He tried to control his breathing as his cock twitched violently seeing her puckered nipples spilled over the fabric. As Michael pulled her shirt back over her tits, his fingers pinched at her nipples and Rose released a desperate moan. Her mouth was hanging open slightly, and now she was trying to grind her ass into Michael. Even if she was technically an adult, Rose was still a teenager, and she had the hormones of a teenager. Her pussy was practically dripping now, desperate to be stretched open and fucked. She couldn’t even imagine how good it would feel, seeing how massive her stepdad’s cock was. But Michael stepped back, away from her. When Rose turned around to face him, her big eyes were hooded and her nipples were poking through her shirt. She could see Mike’s full erection through his sweatpants still. She’d give anything to taste it in that moment. But he began tugging on a shirt himself. And then she snapped back into reality.
“I-I–”
Michael stopped her. “We have to get to breakfast.”
Rose was dumbfounded. He was acting like none of that even happened. Or… or maybe…
She could have died from embarrassment right there. Maybe having a morning erection wasn’t the same as having a regular one. Maybe he really was just helping her change her clothes, and she’d gotten too wrapped up in her stupid, horny brain. She dropped her face, bright red, to look at the ground.
“C’mon,” he urged, but as they shuffled out of the room, he placed his hand on the small of her back, and it lingered until they reached the elevator, where he casually withdrew it upon seeing other people aboard.
Rose’s mind was racing. But most of all, she wasn’t sure how she could make it all day without touching herself now. Micheal might have wanted to act like nothing happened, but her pussy was still hot and dripping between her legs. She would give anything to have him touch it. But instead they quietly attended breakfast, and neither of them spoke a word about it.
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Hey folks! I’m planning on running with this story for awhile. I’m wondering what the consensus would be on if people would be interested in commissioned pieces? Let me know in the comments! Hope you all are enjoying so far :)
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?soooooo sexy
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