Monica Newman, College Student And My Ex!

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How does that song go? “Anothr Saturday Night and I ain’t got nobody, I’m stuck at home before with eight thirty-five.How I wish I had someone to fuck, I just horny all day!” Damn, that Sam Cooke must have written that about me, well after I perverted the lyrics that is! “So here I was sitting in front of the TV with one of those foreign couple TV reality shows on bitching about how the guys present couldn’t get a date either.

A plate of cheesy nachos on my lap and a bottle of lukewarm beer in my left hand. My right hand had a tight grasp on my cock as I fantasied fucking the hot Latina with the obvious fake tits in the emerald green bikini. I just blew my load all over the plate of nachos, so it looked like eating them was off.

I got up, threw the nachos into the kitchen garbage and washed my hands before returning to the couch to channel surf. Of course there was nothing on that even vaguely interested me so I dragged my sorry ass up to bed. I was in bed roughly an half hour before the front door opened and someone giggling came in with dad. Yeah, leave it to a guy who’s wife walked out on him because in her words “He was always away while she was always at home!”

Then I heard the giggle coming closer to my room. Dad’s room was two doors down from mine, so it appeared that even someone old was going to get some. That’s it dad rub it in, without even knowing it! A few minutes after the giggling passed I heard, “No! he’s not home after all this is Saturday night. He’s probably out screwing a college girl he came across at the local hangout!”

Then the sound of the bed creaking more giggling and the cliche, “Oh god it’s so big!” I couldn’t get back to sleep after that. Especially since from the giggling on the sounds and bed creaking was repeated for the next hour and a half. I wished to god that dad paid for soundproofing all those years ago.

Finally a little after the clock on my headboard digitally read two forty-five I was able to drift off to a semblance of sleep. Then I was sure if I heard a phone ring or if it was a dream, but then, “YOU GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME, I JUST GOT MARRIED TODAY, CAN’T SOMEONE ELSE HANDLE IT?”

Thinking it was indeed a dream I banged on the wall and screamed out, “OH SHUT THE FUCK UP, SOMEONE IS TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!” I pulled the pillow out from under my head and covered my head after rolling over and tried to go back to sleep.

Then I heard dad’s voice from just inside the bedroom door. “Graham you awake?”

Fuck I couldn’t believe how this dream was going! Talk about three dimensional realistic!. Then the voice was closer and I swear a hand reached out and shook me on my left shoulder. “Graham wake up I have to tell you something!”

That penetrated my sleep-addled brain and I jolted awake to find dad roughly two feet above me, staring down at me with a strange look on his face!

“Graham, you have to know that I wouldn’t wake you unless I was in a dire mess!”

Then dad moved to the foot of the bed and took a seat before opening up to me about this dire mess!

“I found someone who I connected with in ways that even your mother never connected with me two days ago and maybe it was impulsive but I asked her to marry me and we tied the knot today in the matrimonial offices at City Hall. I really think that you two will get along, which brings me to my biggest problem!”

Dad paused then continued, “Because of the wild fires out west the branch of Dawson and Hodges were burnt to the ground and the people working there have already been evacuated out of state and we have no idea where. So it looks like I’m going to have to go out west for at least a week to take care of what can be recovered and of course to make sure any records that survived doesn’t fall into the hands!”

I wipe sleep out of my eyes and just stare at him. “Dad, your firm is a divorce law firm , what kind of secrets will there be?” Then in a snide way, “Who is fucking who but refusing to pay?

Dad kind of took that a bit indignantly, “I’ll have you know Graham Hodges that we have clients who if facts got out would be ruined! So it’s our job to protect them while making sure we do the best we can to protect them and their interests!”

I just wanted to try to get back to sleep, so I just asked him outright, “And why and more importantly what do you need my help with?”

Dad hesitated at first then what he said shocked the hell out of me. “wilI need your help in climatizing Monica into our household and for you to make her feel welcomed!” Then dad stood up and held out his hand to me “Can I count on you to do that for me while I’m gone?”

Then I made my opinion perfectly known, “If it means that I can go back to sleep before the sun comes up, of course you can!” I reached out and shook dad’s hand as if giving him my word that he could depend on me.

Then dad actually pulled me up off the mattress and hugged me! Then he helped me lay back down and he tucked me in like I was a five year old kid!. Then next thing I remember was waking up to the semi opaque curtain barely holding the rising sun out of my eye, I went to the shower, got clean then returned to my room to find a t-shirt that didn’t stink too much, a pair of socks and a pair of jeans that didn’t tell anyone looking what I’ve ate in the last three days! Dressed, I went down to the kitchen for a glass of O.J. and a piece of toast. I found a plate of four pieces of buttered toast and took the top slice and bit it when the kitchen door opened. I looked at who came into the kitchen and screamed out!

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING COMING INTO MY KITCHEN?”