The Diary

"Oh, okay." She replied deflated. "Dinner then."

******

Cassie had the covers pulled up over her. She turned off the lights except for the reading lamp that clamped to her headboard. She flipped open the cover on the journal. The inside cover had doodles all over it. The name Sarah Lynn Anderson was written repeatedly in cursive with little hearts and flowers surrounding it. Cassie smiled realizing that these were the punch drunk love doodles of her mother. She flipped to the next page.

******

Dear diary, I have to write this all down before I forget it. I can't stop thinking about him. It doesn't even make sense. I'm never like this about a guy. I went to Paul and Tessa's apartment for a dinner party. Well it was supposed to be a dinner party but they planned some matchmaking thing...

Tessa opened the door with smoke billowing out of the apartment. She yanked my hand pulling me inside.

"Hurry!" She screamed. The smoke alarm was blaring and she grabbed a broom and batted at it until it fell from the ceiling dangling by its wires. "It's a disaster! I'm not meant to be anywhere near a kitchen!"

I laughed. "What the fuck happened in here. It's a warzone."

"I was cooking those chickens. You know the little ones? Like everyone gets their own personal one... I swear I followed the recipe. I went to take a shower and I burnt them. It's like I remurdered the little guys. And then I was trying to get them out of the oven and I forgot about the vegetables and steamed the life out of them too. Everything is ruined."

The door swung open and Paul came charging in with the look of victory on his face. "Everybody calm down. Kung Pao Chow has saved the day again. I've got one of everything. Dinner will be served." He set the brown paper bag on the counter. "Whoa. Sarah, you look... uh... good." Then he turned to Tessa. "You didn't tell her, did you?"

"Tell me what?" I asked when I saw the conspiratorial look on their faces.

"Look it's not my fault." Paul stammered throwing up his hands in defeat. "Don't get mad at me. She said she talked to you first. It's just that an... um... an old college friend of mine is coming tonight."

"So what?" I stated.

"Soooo, he's single and good looking and he has a good job as an analyst for a hedge fund." Tessa said suggestively.

"Wait? Is this a dinner party or is this a set up?"

"A dinner party." Tessa said.

"A setup." Paul stated.

They looked at each other angrily as if it were impossible to ever be on the same page.

"Oh come on! You ambushed me?" I complained.

"Sarah, you're all over the place. Just meet him. Please." Tessa begged.

"And does he know about..."

"No!" Tessa exclaimed. "One thing at a time." She stopped and looked at me. "I'm totally loving how hot you look in the denim mini with the Kurt Cobain t-shirt... but maybe I should have mentioned wearing something nicer."

"Well you didn't mention it, did you?" I stated. "I didn't know this was a foursome thing. I thought I might be able to slip out and try and go see Joey."

"Joey hasn't returned your calls in months. And frankly, Joey can go fuck himself. He's a no good, piece of shit, prick."

"Tell me how you really feel, Tess. Besides, that no-good prick is a great fuck."

"Isn't that how you got into this whole living predicament you're in right now? Living with your parents except for the few nights you sneak out to your apartment in the city?"

"Fuck you, Tessa. I can't believe you're judging me right now."

"Don't take it the wrong way. I'm sorry. I promise I won't try and set you up again after this. But be open minded, okay? I've met him a few times and he's really nice. Way more mature than most guys. And he's really good looking. He and Paul were friends at NYU."

"Alright." I replied begrudgingly. "But this is the last time."

The doorbell rang. I couldn't have been more annoyed with Tessa and Paul for doing this to me. I love Tessa, but she has that borderline mother syndrome where she thinks she knows what's best for everyone. The last guy she tried to set me up with turned out to be a crazy stalker. This time was different though. I wasn't prepared for what came through the door. He was so hot.

Paul introduced him when they walked in the kitchen. "This is my friend, John Anderson. John, this is..."

I couldn't even wait for him to get my name out. "Sarah Stone." I blurted. I'll never forget how he took my hand in his and kissed it. I wasn't used to that.

"Hello, Sarah. It's very nice to meet you." He studied me so carefully. "You're not how Paul described you."

"Oh." I said. "How did Paul describe me?"

"Pretty." John replied. "He said you were nice and pretty. There was a strong chance I was going to meet my grandma. She's also a Sarah that's both nice and pretty."

"Really, Paul?" Tessa said disapprovingly. "Nice and pretty is what you came up with for my friend?"

"What was I supposed to say... 'come meet Tessa's super-hot friend?'" Paul bemoaned.

"Oh so now she's my super-hot friend? And what does that make me? Average hot?" Tessa scowled.

Paul threw up his hands. "It's fucking useless. I can never win with you. Nice and pretty was safe."

"I'm gonna side with Tessa on this one, Paul." John added before looking around the kitchen. "Tessa, did you cook? These look like they used to be Cornish game hens." He lifted one up in his hand and made this funny, high-pitched voice like it was talking. "You burned me alive. You're a monster."

I couldn't help but laugh. Paul laughed too.

"It's not funny! I really tried. Just throw them out."

"Or we could dig a mass grave and pour lye on them." John suggested.

"I went out and bought Chinese food. It's an impromptu fix." Paul added quickly.

"Well you're never getting these pots and pans clean if you let them set any more." John noted. "Why don't you and Tessa set some plates out in the living room? I'll get these dishes started." He looked back at me. "Why don't you stay and help me. I hate blind dates. But I have a feeling that might change."

"Is that so?" I replied trying to find my confidence. "What makes you say that?"

"You're stunningly beautiful and I have the urge to know everything about you."

"Oh." I said. I could have killed myself for not thinking of something witty.

"I had to work late." John explained gesturing to his outfit. "I didn't have time to change before I came over. I'm not always so formal."

He loosened his tie and slid it off and then unbuttoned his light blue dress shirt. He set them over a chair back in the kitchen. I couldn't help but stare at him in his v-neck undershirt. His chest and arms were in such good shape. I didn't mind the suit at all. Formal looked good on him. The undershirt looked even better.

"Do you always wash other people's dishes?" I asked.

"Force of habit. I washed dishes in high school and college. I didn't come from money. So I worked through school."

I sat on the counter while we talked. He was different than most guys. I always go for the wrong type. John was so normal. I was a little put off by how considerate he was. I prefer a guy tell me I'm hot instead of beautiful.

John turned to get a dish towel. He dried his hands and then he grabbed my right leg and pushed it together against my left one, pressing my thighs together.

"I'm trying to make eye contact with you so you know that I'm interested. It's hard to do that when your Nirvana t-shirt is hugging your tits. But it's even harder when you flash your pussy." My face must have gone beet red. I hadn't even realized how high up my skirt had slid. He leaned in close to my ear. "No panties is kinda suggestive for a blind date. You must be trouble." Then he leaned back and finished drying some dishes as if everything was normal. "I love that perfume." He added casually. But all I could think of was his previous comment.

I ended up having a great time. I couldn't remember ever going on a date where someone was so interested in knowing about me. That comment in the kitchen had come and gone. John talked about all kinds of stuff—politics and Bill Clinton and Bob Dole, Saturday Night Live favorite cast members, the internet and the end of dial-up modems, music, movies. He was so well mannered. I kept thinking that there was a naughty side to him. The way he said pussy in front of me had me so wet. How could he think I was trouble when he said something like that? But I sat close to him on the couch and laughed at his jokes and touched his arm occasionally to let him know I was there and paying attention to everything.

He took me home at the end of the night. We shared a taxi from Tribeca all the way back to my apartment at 46^th and 10^th. All I could think of was kissing him and peeling off that dress shirt myself. We stood outside my building. I was freezing and I could feel my nipples hardening. It wasn't the best choice of clothes for the weather.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked.

"I don't know what to make of you yet." He replied. "What happens if we go inside?"

It was such a strange question. I figured he knew what I was hinting at. "I've got some wine." I said. "We could have a drink."

He leaned in and kissed me right on the lips. It caught me off guard, but I melted into him. His lips were so soft and delicate. My mouth parted and I could feel his tongue mingle with mine. He was full of surprises.

John leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear. "If I come inside with you we're going to end up fucking." He said it softly. He didn't seem hesitant or reluctant to say such naughty things to me. "I think that sounds like fun. But I'm not going to risk messing this up by moving too quickly. So I'm going to head home."

"Oh..." It was all I could get out of my mouth. I was so let down and turned on at the same time.

"I'm not going to call you until Saturday. That's because work is going to be crazy this week, not because I don't want to. I'd like to take you out this weekend. I'll be upfront though. I'm not going to fuck you on Saturday either. Don't worry. We're gonna fuck, Sarah. And when I finally tell you that it's going to happen you're going to beg." John's voice was still so soft as he whispered in my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my skin and it made me squirm. I felt his hand reach down under the hem of my skirt. His index finger ran up the slit of my pussy. I gasped at his touch. It was soaking down there. I watched as he brought it to his lips and tasted me. I kept thinking that he had no right being this confident, but he had me so turned on. "You taste sweet." He said as he pulled the finger from his mouth. "We'll talk in a few days. I'll be thinking about you."

John turned and walked down the street toward the subway. I don't think I moved an inch. I just watched him as he walked away. He turned the corner at the end of the block. But before he disappeared he glanced back and saw me watching him. The way he stared at me made my heart flutter, like those brown eyes could see right into me.

******

Callie slammed the cover on the diary and held it to her chest. What the fuck is happening? She wondered. Her dad lied. It wasn't her mom that made him wait to have sex. It was him. And who was that guy she described in the diary? It sounded nothing like her father. Callie knew that her parents met at a dinner party. In her mind, she pictured ten people sitting around a formal dining room and sharing bland conversation. She was reevaluating everything she knew about their history.

She wanted to open the journal again and read the next entry. It was too much to take in. She stuck her father's letter between the pages and slid it under her pillow. Callie wasn't sure what to do. She thought about prom again and how upset she was with Jason after third period. It didn't really seem important anymore. Then she thought about the rumors that Kelly Costas was trying to spread. It made her wonder if maybe her mom was a slut. It kind of seemed that way.

Callie was completely flustered. Her parent's relationship was a mystery. If she could just understand it then maybe it would make her feel better. Maybe it would give her a sense of identity. On the other hand, there were truths that she felt she shouldn't know. She wasn't meant to see this side of them. It was wrong, but her curiosity whittled away at her restraint.

Callie lifted her Dell laptop from her nightstand and grabbed the USB memory stick. What kind of files could be on here? It didn't say in the letter. Callie remembered when their place flooded. She was seven and her dad was so upset about the computer. She plugged the memory stick into the slot and opened the only folder stored on it. She clicked on 'Sub Sarah' and watched as three folders appeared on the screen—videos, pictures and assignments. She clicked on videos. None of the file names were descriptive so she clicked on one random file.

The video appeared on the screen. Callie recognized the place immediately. It was their condo in Hoboken. The place was a three story unit in a converted stone church. She used to sleep on the third floor, which was only a small loft with an attached bathroom. The master bedroom was on the first floor. The second floor was where the living room and kitchen were located.

The camera was a little shaky until the bedroom door opened. Her mom walked in wearing a full length silk robe. Callie couldn't be sure when it was taken, but her mom looked like she was twenty-six years old. Callie quickly attached her earbuds and watched with interest. They didn't have any videos of her mom. She'd only seen still photos since she passed away.

******

Sarah stood in the open doorway to the bedroom. "Callie is asleep now, Sir." Sarah stated. "I read her two stories. She won't be getting up."

"That's good." John's voice could be heard from behind the camera. "What does my little slut want now?"

"Sir, I'd really like your cock in my mouth. May I pleasure you?" Sarah asked submissively.

"Take off your robe."

Sarah untied the silk belt at her waist and shrugged the robe from her shoulders letting it fall to the floor behind her. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. Her emerald eyes sparkled. Sarah immediately spread her legs shoulder width apart and kept her arms behind her back. Nylon rope was wrapped tightly around the base of each breast. It caused her breasts to take on a perfectly circular shape. The flesh turned a slightly bluish color.

"How do they feel?" John asked.

"Sir, you know I love having my tits tied up. It was hard to concentrate on reading to Callie when all I could think about was how tightly you tied them."

"Good girl." John praised her for an adequate answer. "Come here and kneel."

Sarah stepped forward to where he was seated and kneeled down with her back straight. She had an incredibly round and shapely ass that rested lightly on her heels. She placed her hands on her knees. John's hand came into frame as he squeezed her right nipple between his fingers. Sarah gasped at the sensation. Her eyes were trained on something below the camera.

"No hands." John stated evenly. "Spread your legs apart and keep your hands on your ass."

Sarah shifted her knees out to the side. Her hands reached behind her and grabbed onto her ass cheeks spreading them apart and holding them tight.

"Good girl." He praised her again. "Now what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to suck that big, thick cock and swallow your cum, Sir." The words came out confidently.

"Be a good little slut." John replied. "I'm waiting."

"Yes, Sir!" Sarah said as her eyes lit up.

She leaned forward between his thighs, but she kept her hands on her ass. John's cock came into frame. It was oddly thick with a maze of veins running along its length. The head of it was just as fat as the shaft and precum leaked from the tip. Sarah brought her head low and licked at his balls. His cock draped across her face as she tried to suck his sack into her mouth. Low groans of pleasure could be heard behind the camera.

Sarah licked her way up his length. Her head moved side to side as she struggled to keep his shaft still. Without her hands it proved to be difficult and she chased it with her hungry mouth as it swung back and forth. Her tongue bathed his length until she reached the tip and wrapped her mouth around it. She kept it trapped between her lips and then her eyes looked up directly into the camera. She inhaled through her nose and then pushed her mouth forward burying him deep into her throat until her face was pressed against his pelvis.

John put a hand on the back of her head. "That's good. Hold it." He said. Her eyes were still looking straight into the camera. She lurched slightly as she struggled to breathe. "Hold it. Keep it deep." John stated again. "Okay."

He removed his hand and watched her pull back and gasp for a breath as long, thick strands of saliva dripped from her mouth. She smiled the most devilish grin and then she leaned forward again and pushed it deep into her throat. Sarah began to pull back with her lips locked tightly around his cock and then bobbed her head back and forth sucking him off.

"You're such a fucking slut." John groaned out. "And deep again." She pushed her mouth down to the root of his cock and looked back up at him. "Are you little slut?"

"Urgh hurgh." The words were unintelligible but she nodded her head yes.

John grabbed onto her head and pushed it up and down his length. Sarah kept her ass cheeks stretched apart as he used her mouth. She gurgled and groaned. Saliva dripped from her mouth covering his length and hanging off of her chin. Her jaw stayed stretched open as he pushed his girth into her. His groaning was getting louder.

"Here it comes." He grunted. Sarah looked up into the camera with her lips still tight on his cock. Her eyes were watery from all the abuse. "Sit back."

She leaned back onto her heels with her mouth open waiting for her reward. John stood up holding the camera down at his cock while he stroked it with his right hand. He grunted again and a thick stream of cum shot out into her mouth. His hand moved ferociously up and down his shaft. Another thick stream released. And another.

John finally finished. "Show it to me." He said.

Sarah opened her mouth wide so he could see the pool of cum inside. She pursed her lips and tried to make some small bubbles. A little bit spilled out and down her chin. Then she closed her mouth and gulped once before opening it back up to show that she had swallowed it all.

"Thank you, Sir! I love your cum." She said smiling up at the camera.

"You are such a hot little slut."

The video stopped and the frame paused on her mother looking tattered with a smile across her face. Her tits were tied up tightly with her thick nipples protruding proudly.

******

Callie stared at the screen with tears rolling down her cheeks. She was a mess of emotions. Seeing a video of her mother was simply amazing. But seeing her mother like this was completely different. It was like she didn't know this woman at all. The confusion had her overwhelmed.

She reached a hand under the covers and touched her pussy. It was soaking wet. She began to cry harder when she realized how turned on it made her. Callie never watched porn. She'd seen a snippet before at her friend's house, but she didn't watch the whole thing. Her dad's cock looked gigantic and caused a whole lot of confusion for her. Did she like it? She was wet. That must mean it turned her on.

The letter that her mom wrote and the memories she had of her didn't match up with the person whose secrets were hidden in that trunk. Her mom was a slut and her dad was a domineering pervert. Callie was a good girl. She played the violin. She was in choir. She joined the mathletes. It didn't seem like her parents had anything in common with her. She didn't even think about sex that much. She masturbated once in a while. It really worked to relieve stress. But she didn't do it all the time. All she could think about at the moment was how wet her pussy felt. She rubbed the tears from her eyes and tried to focus on something else.