EroticReverie

Lela - A Week Later

It's my day off from the post , from being an "FFA", but it doesnt stop my father from waking me up, licking my pussy and then turning me over and taking me from behind. 

It's been like this since the day he raped me. Since he banned me from working the post that Marcus works at. But I still stop by Marcus's post on my way home, sneaking in the back and talking to him for a little bit, letting him drive me to the end of my street when his shift is over. 

I haven't told Marcus about my dad. I'd only told him about the first time, when he's touched me and spanked me. I've yet to tell him that he used me that night, and every day and night since.

I woke up two mornings ago with him still in my bed, and my mother standing in my doorway to her husband in her daughters bed. Both of them naked. She'd turned and left without a word. Clearly she'd already known, there was no look of surprise or shock. I wasnt sure if she was mad, or who she was mad at if she was. 

She hasn't talked to me since that morning at all. but I don't care. The fact she knows, and doesnt care, or cares but doesnt say anything. The fact she's punishing me for her husbands actions. As if this is all my fault. Fuck her. Fuck him. Fuck everyone. 

"Enjoy your day off sweetie" My dad says, kissing my head. Hands on my shoudlers, sliding down my arms. Touching me like I'm my mother, like I'm his lover. He dips down, pressing a kiss on my neck. 

"Be a good girl today Lela." he says and I just nod. Ignoring him, my skin crawling as he leaves, my mother already gone.

I shower, cleaning my fathers cum from between my legs from this morning, using the shower head as I try to blast the fucking shit out of me, sliding fingers inside of myself, spreading my self as much as I can to get the water up inside of me.

I hate that I always feel dirty. I hate that no matter how many showers I take, how long I rinse myself out, that I constantly feel sleazy and disgusting and my skin craws like a million little invisible bugs are on me. 

I've stopped crying so much during being used at the post. I think since I'm not longer "fresh meat" , it has made me lose my appeal. Which, I'm thankful for. But theres still plenty of men with a taste for those unwilling, still the ones that are rough no matter what you do , and there's some that gentle, and I think they piss me off more than the ones that admit what they're doing. As if them fucking me gently makes what they're doing any better.

Once I'm out of the shower, I put on shorts and a t shirt, along with socks and sneakers, throw my hair up into a ponytail, smiling as a horn honks in my driveway. The only time I ever smile anymore...Marcus.

I close the front door behind me, waving to him as he smiles through the windshield, and I walk to his car, pulling open the car door. I wasnt supposed to be hanging out with him. I told Marcus my dad didnt want me working his post anymore or hanging out with him afterwards. But when I'd stopped by his post yesterday, we made plans to hang out today on my day off while my father was at work, along with my mother. 

We listen to the radio, making up fake words to songs , laughing in between our stupid made up lyrics, flipping the channels and starting over with a new song till we pull up outside the pizza shop. 

"Cmon" he says and I smile, getting out and following him into the pizza shop. 

"Hey there Marcus" a petite brunette behind the counter smiles at him. 

"Hey Shelly" he smiles and I feel a small twinge of jealousy over the way she smiles at him.

"Can I get a medium cheese and a 2 liter" he says.

"Sure honey" she says, punching the order in. "Anything else?" 

"Nah, that's it." he says and I watch her smile as she finished punching the order in and giving him his total. 

She looks at me as Marcus digs his wallet out of his back pocket and opens it. Her eyes skimming over me briefly, stopping on my wrist, and I swallow, lifting my hand, clasping it around my wrist. Our eyes meet and she narrows them slightly , her smile gone, but it reappears as her eyes shift to Marcus as he lifts his head and hand her a twenty. 

"Thanks honey" she says with a smile, her fingers lingering a second longer than normal over his as she takes the twenty and pops her gum in her mouth , and then hands him his change.

"It'll be fifteen minutes hun" she says with a wink. 

"thanks Shel" he says, turning and smiling at me, and I just blink at him. He's wearing a naive, innocent smile on his face , as if he has no clue pizza chick wants him. 

"Wanna go sit outside while we wait?" he asks with a big smile on his face. It's adorable, he's adorable. Adorable and sweet and perfect and good. No wonder pizza girl was staring me down like a diseases. That's what I was compared to this sweet guy that was constantly making it his mission to make me smile whenever we spend time together. 

"yeah, sure" I say and gestures for me to go first and I just give a little laugh and walk to the door pushing it open and holding it, his hand sliding to the door as he takes it and follows me to the small bench outside the window of the pizza shop. 

"so...how have you been, we haven't gotten to hang out really other than the few minutes at the post and the quick drive to your house when i drop you off"

"I've been ....managing.....who's that girl?" I say, immediately changing that subject.

"What girl?" he asks, confused, and I feel my breath huff with a small laugh at his cluelessness. 

"Shelly." I say her name.

His head rears back, and tilts his head towards the window. 

"Shelly? In there?" he asks as if he's confused why I'm asking about her.

"Yeah." 

"Uh, she's Shelly...she works there? I don't know what you mean." he says. 

"She likes you." I say and he laughs. 

"No she doesnt." he keeps laughing.

"she does...honey" I say and bat my lashes. 

Marcus laughs. "She calls EVERYONE honey, that's just her schtick I guess" he shrugs.

"Well, I think pizza lady wants to give you more than just a slice of her pizza pie." I say and his brows lift.

He shakes his head. "No she doesnt" 

"Yeah Marcus, she totally does. She looked at my bracelet and fucking narrowed her eyes at me like, I was a fuckin parasite working it's way onto her man" I say. 

He laughs. "What?" 

I roll my eyes. "Nothing, whatever." I wave my hand. 

"When did she look at you like that?" he asks and I sigh. 

"While you were distracted getting the money. But, whatever, you should ask her out." I say and he just sits there.

"Why would I ask her out?" he says and I shrug.

"Cause she's pretty. and she's interested." I say, kicking my foot, scuffing the bottom of it against the pavement.

"Well, even if she IS...I'm NOT" he says and I look at him and he's looking at me, brows pinched.

"Okay, geeze, dont look at me like that." I say with a nervous little laugh.

"What are we Lela?" he asks. 

Now it's my turn for my brows to draw together.

"What? We're...friends" I say. 

"and that's all you want, to be friends?" he asks and I swallow.

"That's all we can be." I say.

His brows pinch and he turns in his seat, facing forward again.

"I see." he mutters quietly. 

"you see what?" I ask. 

He shrugs. "I dunno, I'm just stupid I guess" 

I feel my stomach flip and my heart stutter in my chest. 

"I just thought..." he hesitates then shakes his head and decides to not talk.

"you thought what?" I ask softly and he looks to me, his eyes on mine, on my lips and then back on my eyes.

"I thought maybe ...we were a little more than friends." he says and shrugs. 

I swallow hard.

"I'm a FFA Marcus." I say gently.

"So? I know that. I know that Lela." he says and I bite my lips together and look down and then back up at him. 

"Do you only want to be my friend because you want more?" I ask nervously.

"What?" he asks. "No Lela. We can be more without all....that" he says. 

"Without sex." I say to clarify.

"Yes. Without sex." he says.

"So you...want to date an FFA ? Why?" I ask.

His brows pinch. "Why not? I cant like you because of what the government is making you do?" 

"I just...you shouldnt want to date me." I say.

"too bad, I already want to ...and it's fine if you don't want to...if you just dont like me like that...maybe i read it wrong...i'll take the loss, suck it up, and still be here for you anyways." he says. 

I open my mouth to talk, but I can't, all words stuck in my throat and I feel tears fill my eyes. 

He sighs. "don't cry please." 

"I do like you." I say. "You're the only person I like being around , i look forward to seeing you each day, and you...you make me smile....but I cant let you like me...not when I have to do all...all that stuff." I say, my voice quivering.

"I look forward to seeing you too, and you make me smile too...and not be a jerk...but you dont get to decide if i can like you or not....cause I already do Lela." he says, and reaches over, and takes my hand, sliding his fingers through it. 

"i want to be more than friends....if you'll let me." he says, squeezing my hand and I look down at our hands and up at him, a single tear sreaming down my cheek. 

"you're sure?" I ask and he smile softly.

"A hundred percent sure." he says and lifts my hand, kissing my knuckles at the back of my hand. 

"will you be my girlfriend Lela?" he asks and I smile, and nod.

"yea" I say softly and he smiles and then slides closer and wraps his arm around me. Turns his head, kissing my on my temple. 

"my mom is gonna lose her mind" he says and I laugh.

"I talk to her about you everyday, she likes you." he says and I just rest my head on his shoulder. 

"I like her too." 

"We can go visit her after we eat." he says and I nod. 

"I'd like that....I'd like that a lot."