Gabriella Ch. 01

She was shaken out of her thoughts when she heard his keys in the door. She smiled as he came though, looking more handsome every day. It's a pity how men could master that trick the older they got. His fitted dark blue jacket and dark jeans made him look more like the students than the faculty. Or at least no professor she had ever encountered in school. The dean of the history department had already gotten on to him for his dress code, but he refused to wear a stuffy suit. He put up a big argument that it stifled his ability to teach, so the dean finally consented. But Patricia knew it was more out of the fact that the dean was a woman than agreeing with his plea.

"Hey honey," he said, shuffling out of his jacket, and giving her his signature smile. The smile she had fallen in love with.

"Hey you," she answered back. He walked up behind her and gently pulled her head back to kiss her lips. The simple peck turned into more.

"Damn," he whispered as he slid over the back of the couch. Patricia laughed when he settled his head on her lap and closed his eyes.

"Long day?" She rubbed her hands through his soft hair.

"Yep. I just don't get these kids today. I mean, maybe we were like that, but they seem unteacheable." He paused. "I don't even think that's a word, but that's what they are. They can name over a thousand artists on their iPod but can't tell me two ancient civilizations. God, I used to really love teaching those first couple of years. Thrills gone now, babe."

"Oh, poor baby." She leaned down to kiss him. When she tried to pull away, he held the back of her head. She smiled against his lips, before breaking the kiss.

"Is Ella still giving you a hard time in class?"

She felt him tense beneath her, giving her the answer. She knew that they just didn't get along. No short of Simon trying.

A few months before they got married, Simon suggested that she and Ella move into his house. She had hoped the new transition would cause Ella to take to him, but she didn't. From the moment he met her, he went out of his way to get her to like him, but nothing worked. Ella didn't like many people and had respect for even less.

And over the next two years, they argued all the time mainly due to Ella's disrespect, something Simon refused to tolerate. But the arguing drove Patricia crazy. She hated to hear it because she had grown up in a house with constant yelling and screaming. She wanted her home drama free. But toward the beginning of the third year after Ella turned eighteen, they took to just straight out ignoring each other. He'd grumble good morning to her and she'd just nod. No other interaction between the two. Truthfully, Patricia preferred this approach. She had asked Simon why the change, but he would just shrug. But lately, they started back the screaming matches.

"She was okay," he answered.

Patricia nodded.

He turned his head to the side and grabbed the remote, turning the channel to ESPN, one of three channels he actually watched. The other two being The History Channel and Discovery Channel.

Talking about her daughter didn't always send them in the most positive direction, so she knew to tread lightly. Most of their arguments stemmed from how she disciplined Ella. Actually, the gripe was that she never did discipline her daughter. But guilt still plagued her. She hadn't been the most present person in Ella's childhood and she felt by leaving her alone and not being a nagging mom, she could make up for it. But Ella just didn't seem to care about anything anymore. And ironically, only Simon could yank her out of these moods and destructive behavior. Ella actually listened to him. Not all of the time, but a hell of a lot more than she did her.

Patricia placed her glass on the side table. She still wasn't sure when and why this split happened between her and her daughter. She had chalked it up to Ella becoming a teenager, but knew it went deeper than that. It started around the age of fourteen. That's when Ella began to change. She started talking back to her and lying. She dressed differently and she caught her smoking and drinking on several occasions. Fourteen years old. But truthfully it did no good to try and punish her, because back then, Patricia had worked two jobs to make ends meet, so she could never enforce the rules anyway.

And she knew her daughter had started having sex at a young age, but her mind just wouldn't register that information. She chose to ignore it. She wasn't home enough, so it's not like she could have stopped Ella. The best she was able to do was put her on birth control pills and hope she remembered to take them.

Patricia blamed herself. Ella never had a father figure. Rodney's parental skills were a joke and she stayed too busy to ever have a meaningful relationship with someone who she could trust to bring around her daughter. So years went by with just the two of them. She thought Ella's sexual curiosity was due to the fact that there were never any men around, so she sought them out. And the older her daughter became and grew into a beautiful desirable woman, the more worried Patricia became. Ella had basically lost all respect for her and openly teased men in front of her own mother. Patricia would give a nervous laugh and pull her along. She knew Ella didn't carry the best reputation, but she had chosen to ignore it for fear of finding out it was all true.

"What's for dinner?" His eyes were still closed, but a small grin appeared.

"Who did you call for take-out?" Patricia shot back at him. He laughed.

"Point taken. But wow, can't believe you're home first. I could get used to this."

"You like this? Want me to be a little house wife with dinner cooked and slippers in hand for you?" she asked.

"I plead the fifth on that question for fear of being smacked."

Patricia laughed. "Smart man. And I'm not opposed to the idea Simon, but I just don't think we could afford it."

He sighed and opened his eyes. She had never seen a prettier shade of blue. He should have a color named after them. "I know, honey," he replied.

"Did Ella say when she was coming home?" She continued to stroke his short brown hair as he turned on his side.

"Of course she did. Right after she introduced me to her date and said I was such a great guy who deserved her respect."

"Point taken."

**********

Gabriella

"Damn, Ella," Bryan said. He continued to plow into her, his cock feeling more like a gynecologist visit than anything else.

Ella hadn't planned on having sex with him, but he claimed the movie had been boring so they cut out early. He didn't really say much during their date, mainly commenting on different sports, something she knew nothing about. But she knew guys like him. They had heard about her reputation...one she had done everything in her power to maintain in high school, but now, she resented it. She really did want to find a nice guy who wanted to spend time with her. Talk to her without the hopes of getting into her panties.

"You feel so good," she lied, wishing he would hurry up.

She knew she could easily say no, and she had actually tried to, right before he pulled her underwear down, but it fell on deaf ears. He pretended not to hear. Maybe guys like him didn't hear girls like her. Maybe they only heard 'no' when they were dating girls like Rebecca...her ex-best friend.

Rebecca had been Ella's friend since elementary school. They both loved the same boy bands and Barbie dolls more than life itself. Of course Rebecca had many dolls, while Ella only had a few tattered ones her mom bought from off brand toy stores. It wasn't easy growing up in a community where you were raised by a single mother struggling with two jobs. She knew it was becoming a common story and there was no room for pity, but she still always wished her dad could have chipped in more. He did the best he could, but his best barely was enough to buy her a birthday card every year on the wrong day. He floated from job to job, picking up work here and there. His basketball career didn't go as he had planned. He was injured over the summer, right before his senior year of college. According to her mom, his world ended that day and was never the same again. Ella wished she could have known her father then, before he was known as the deadbeat dad.

But Rebecca did have a mother and father. A father, who was a VP at a bank and a mother who was a stay and home mom that made brownies for her kids and packed it in their lunches. Throughout middle school, Ella had stayed close to her, even though she realized Rebecca was a bitch. She was a gossip and constantly put others down, while tricking teachers into thinking she was the sweetest child to ever grace their halls.

The moment Ella's sexual exploitations with two boys who she didn't even know were related became public knowledge, Rebecca no longer associated with her. She banned Ella from their group of friends, who basically followed Rebecca around like she was God. She began spreading rumors about Ella and the two ended up getting into a physical fight outside of the school gym. Ella still smiled thinking about how she kicked her ass. She had never really been in a fight before, but Rebecca decided to yell 'slut' as she walked by, her cronies giggling behind her. And it hadn't been the first time, but after that fight it was the last. Rebecca had a black eye and ignored her for the duration of high school, while Ella fell further and further down the black hole of teen peer pressure, experimenting with drugs, alcohol and sex.

But right now, she was experimenting with Rebecca's boyfriend. She knew Bryan wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut and word would get around to Rebecca. She still wanted to get back at that bitch for torturing her all those years.

"Bryan, pull out," Ella said, hoping he wasn't about to come. He claimed he didn't have a condom and would pull out before he came. Even though she was on the pill, she didn't know him that well and was putting herself at risk. But she figured being Rebecca's boyfriend that he was more than likely clean. But if he was cheating with her, no telling who else he had cheated with.

"I will," he moaned, pinning her wrist to the couch. She wished he would just pull out and come already. He wasn't the best lover. One of those guys with a big dick but no clue how to use it.

Her mind drifted to Simon, the only man who could really make her orgasm. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine it was his body covering hers. But the smell of alcohol and popcorn kept her from escaping. She opened her eyes feeling him stiffen even more. She knew he was about to explode.

"Get off," Ella said, trying to maneuver out of his grasp. But he held her down. "Seriously, Bryan, stop it!" she shouted, getting nervous about the pained expression on his face.

"One second," he gasped, holding her as his hips thrust into her two more times before he shouted a string of curse words.

Then she felt it, that warm fluid invading her body. Fucking prick. At that moment, had she had a knife, she would have used it to Lorena Bobbitt his ass. She pressed her lips together, waiting for him to finish. The moment he did, he dropped his heavy body over hers, damn near crushing her.

"Get off me," Ella said sternly. She heard him mumble something but he didn't move. But now that her hands were free, she grabbed his ears and pulled them as hard as she could.

"Shit!" he shouted, lifting up from her. "Ow, ow, ow," he said, dropping from the couch to his knees, his ears still at her mercy.

"You're such an asshole," Ella said, letting go of him and searching for her underwear. He hadn't even bothered removing her dress and enticing her with foreplay like Simon did. None of them were ever like Simon. None of them could ever touch her heart like he could.

"What?" Bryan asked standing and pulling his pants back up. She watched in disgust as he stretched and scratched his tight, toned abs. "I'm hungry. Wanna grab something to eat?"

Ella rolled her eyes and headed to the door. "Just take me home."

**********

Simon

Simon couldn't sleep. He never could whenever Gabriella was out all night. The thought that it could be jealousy made him feel ill, but knowing it could be from a parental bond, sickened him even more.

He walked into the garage and pulled the cover from his bike. Even though his accident years ago kept him from being a speed demon, nothing could keep him from his babies. A blue and silver Yamaha Sports Motorcycle and a 1976 CZ classic he was restoring.

Patricia had been terrified to ride with him the first time. It took almost an entire year for her to hop on the back and even then, he had to drive slower than Miss Daisy so it felt more like a kiddy ride at the fair. She had almost choked him and wouldn't stop screaming. She had ridden a few more times, but he knew it wasn't her cup of tea.

He took Gabriella for a few spins as well, and as always she was the complete opposite of her mother. She laughed and told him to go faster, which he obliged feeling more free than he had in a long time. The first time he had given her a ride, his intentions had been honorable. They rode to a secluded area on the outskirts of town to give her lessons.

"Okay," he said, removing his helmet. "The first thing you want to do is—"

He tried to stop her, at least he did in his mind, but his body and mouth remained still. She had already removed her shirt and was pulling down her shorts sans underwear.

"Fuck," he mumbled to himself.

There she was legs crossed on his bike wearing only a smile. His dick got so hard staring at two of his favorite things that he thought he was going to break the fucking zipper on his pants.

After that afternoon of fucking, he tried not to take Gabriella on his bike anymore.

Simon looked up when saw car lights pulling into the driveway. The garage door was down, but he could see them through the small window. He watched as Gabriella got out of the car and slammed the door without looking back. Simon tried to get a good look at the guy in the car, but he couldn't see his face.

He walked back over to his bike and kneeled down beside it shaking his head. He was supposed to have ended this thing with her months ago. Truthfully, he had been trying to end it after the first time it happened.

It was a little under a year ago when Patricia had been visiting her friend a few towns over. The two were going to some jazz festival and he hoped to spend this time bonding with his beautiful and impossible stepdaughter. Maybe the two of them could see eye to eye and realize they had a common bond in her mother, so it was in everyone's best interest to try and get along. Two years of constant bickering was taking a toll on his relationship with Patricia, so he wanted to do the right thing and be the adult. Even though technically, at eighteen then, she was too, but damn if she would act like it.

"I can order pizza, if you want?" he had asked calmly, as she stalked around the house looking for her cell phone. The cell phone he had hidden from her due to the temper tantrum she displayed about not wanting to go with her mother. Okay, it wasn't exactly the best way to start off this bonding thing, but his house, his rules and now that her mother wasn't here to protect her, she would learn what most children went through when they disobeyed or disrespected a parent.

"Where's my fucking phone?" She walked from room to room slamming each door.

"It's hidden and will remain there until you can control yourself."

"God, I hate you!"

"That's unfortunate." Simon smiled, amused that he was finally in charge. Without Patricia there to always stop his disciplinary process, this was actually quite fun. "And you say fuck one more time, you're not going to get it back." Yeah, he liked this new approach.

Gabriella came huffing and puffing back into the kitchen and glared at him.

"Pepperoni?" he asked, trying hard to keep from smiling.

But her pissed off expression was now replaced with one of amusement. It was in this moment that Simon realized he was truly alone with her. And he couldn't' deny it, she was stunning. Even when the three of them went out together, he saw men old and young checking her out. And she seemed to be aware of it and used it to her advantage. She knew how to play games and that started making him feel strange. The air seemed stuffy as he stared over at her, her shorts always tight and short. Her tops always snug, showing her nipples through them.

"Whatever you want Simon." She smiled with her tongue gliding across her plump bottom lip. Those four words and he felt the tables turning on him. His heart had begun to pound inside his chest.

"You know what you're problem is?" she asked, twisting a strand of hair around her finger. Fuck, did she know what she was doing?

"No, enlighten me." Simon leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. He would never admit it that her look was unnerving to him. His skin grew hot as she walked closer to him. So close that he could smell cinnamon from the gum she had been popping and her silky hair brushed his arm, sending chills throughout his body.

"You want to fuck me," she stated matter of fact.

Several seconds passed before either of them said anything. Simon just continued to stare down at her, praying his eyes weren't confirming what she had said. But soon he felt his dick confirming it.

"Hard and dirty and in all the ways that my mom won't let you," she whispered, walking her fingers up his chest slowly until they reached his neck, where she quickly pulled him in for a kiss.

"Whoa." Simon pulled back from her and looked in her eyes. She wanted him. He wasn't sure why he had refused to see that look before, but it was there. How could he have been such a fool to not recognize it?

His entire thought process stopped. Shut completely down as he roughly pulled her face toward his and kissed. Her sweet tender lips felt so good against his as he pushed her against the counter. He didn't mean to, but his hips just naturally started rolling into her. Her moan stayed trapped by his tongue which was embedded in her mouth. Cinnamon every-fucking-where. His hands roamed over her young soft body, then lowered to her supple ass and squeezed. He lifted one of her legs to gain more access as he dry humped her against the counter.

He broke the kiss just long enough to lift her until she was sitting on the counter. He stepped in between her legs and continued his assault on her mouth, while his hands felt over her shorts, gripping the waist band. He was about to pull them down, when he realized the earrings she were wearing were Patricia's. She had worn them on their one year anniversary. He remembered because he had bought them for her. Might as well have been a bucket of cold water doused on him. He backed away from her as if she were a leper.

"Holy fuck! I'm so sorry, shit. I'm sorry," he said, running his hands through his hair. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I can't believe I did that."

"Simon, don't be sorry." She hopped off the counter and walked towards him. He moved around the table, trying to put something between them. She stared at him and tried to walk the other way, but he sidestepped in the opposite direction. She stopped again, her eyes full of hurt.

"Don't tell your mother," Simon whispered, feeling like a complete pervert. He was like those sick twisted men in porn videos who pretended to bang their daughters. And although Gabriella was not his biological child, nor did she really grow up with him, it still felt too Woody Allen for his taste. He couldn't believe he had actually cheated on Patricia.

"Fine," she stated, turning around and pulling off her tank top and pushing down her shorts, giving Simon the perfect view of her perfect ass. He knew for sure he was tent poling his pants now. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. Patricia never did things like that. She had never been sexually bold, something he wouldn't have minded more of. He watched as Gabriella slowly walked out of the kitchen, her hips swaying, as if beckoning him to follow and fuck the shit out of her.