Radley's Home for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (best novels for teenagers .TXT) 📗

Stumbling through the darkened home, he flipped on the lights as he neared the front door. Opening it, he saw that Dana stood there in just a white tank top and jeans.

“Oh. I didn’t order anything,” he said, closing the door.

“Oh, yeah, I know!” Dana stuck her arm in the door. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“The odd jobs and such? I’m kind of in the middle of something right now.”

“Wow, yeah, you seem super distracted. I’ll make it quick.” Dana fished in her pocket, holding up a hundred-dollar bill. “So, last night, when I brought you your food, you gave me this.”

“I...I did?” He remembered tipping her, but not that much.

“Yeah. You told me to keep the change, you were very sweet about it.” Dana moved closer to him. “Well, you see, I got to thinking. Maybe it was an accident, maybe you thought it was a different kind of bill.”

“Um...” Her proximity was making him uncomfortable. He thought he had given her a twenty, but couldn’t be bothered with this now. “No, that’s fine. I gave you what I meant to give you.”

“I thought so.” Dana pushed her way in and placed a hand on Mike’s chest. She licked her lips hungrily. “You see, I have a confession to make. I like men who have money.”

“No, wait, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Mike protested, backing up. He eventually ran into the clock by the stairs, causing it to chime. Dana smirked at him, rubbing her left breast. “You know, big inheritance, new in town, just paying my good luck forward... oh shit!” Dana had yanked down her tank top, exposing two of the most perfect breasts he had ever seen.

“When I say I like men who have money, I don’t mean it like I’m a gold digger,” she told him. “What I meant to say was, it made me hot. Super hot. I can’t stop thinking about it.” Kneeling at his feet, she prevented him from squirming away while she fumbled with his pants. Despite his protests, she pulled his cock free. “Oh, wow, I can’t wait to get this in me!” she declared, and licked the tip of it.

“No, you don’t understand, I need to-“ Mike’s mind went blank as Dana took his semi-hard cock in her mouth. She fought to fit it in, not realizing that it was going to get longer. He grunted, wanting to grab her by the ears, pull her closer...

You sick fuck! Like clockwork, it had reappeared, the voice of his mother. You would like that, wouldn’t you? Fucking a poor college girl in the mouth like that. What do you think my friends would say if they knew you were fucking a girl almost a decade younger than you?

“No, please, wait.” Mike pushed Dana away, his dick slipping out of her lips with a loud Splorp! “This isn’t something we should be doing.”

“Oh, but I want to. Very much.” Dana turned around, peeling down the top of her yoga pants to reveal a beautifully-curved ass. Her pussy was trimmed neatly, just a few blonde hairs standing at attention while she wiggled her ass at him. She pulled off her tank top and threw it on the floor.

Sick fuck! You have a hard on right now? That did it. As aggressive as Dana was, his mother’s voice was simply too much. “Please,” he begged. “Please just go. Keep the money, whatever, but I don’t want to fuck you.”

“I think that your dick would tell me... oh.” Dana had grabbed at his cock, only to discover that he had gone soft. “Um, I, uh...”

“You need to go.” Mike pulled up his pants. “I don’t have time for this right now, I’m kind of in the middle of some serious shit.” He scooted around her and picked up her tank top. He handed it over. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody what happened here.”

“You’re kicking me out?” Dana asked, her face frozen in shock. “But I was sucking your dick.”

“Yes, well, everyone makes mistakes.” Mike practically pushed the poor girl out the door, turning the deadbolt as soon as he’d closed it. Turning around, he slid down the door, staring at the clock next to the stairs.

“So what’s your deal?” he asked it, half expecting an answer. “Did you make me travel back in time? Are you some type of time fairy? WHAT ARE YOU?”

The clock didn’t answer him, and it still didn’t answer him three minutes later when he smashed it with a hammer.

“SO, WHAT DO YOU THINK, Dr. Gorman?” Mike held his phone with trembling fingers as he sat naked in the bath. He had spent several hours there, hoping for Naia to reappear, but to no avail.

“I think that you have an interesting situation on your hands.” The voice on the other end of the phone was low and smooth. Mike could almost smell the accompanying pipe smoke, a sense memory from years of sessions. “My best guess is that this was a psychotic break of sorts.”

“But why? Why now? Why this?” Mike huddled in the back of the bath, trembling from the cool sensation of the ceramic basin. “Help me understand what happened.”

“You inherited a home which once belonged to your family. This in turn reminds you of your mother, and the attempt at self-gratification somehow exposed a massive flaw in your psyche, causing you to slip into this reality where you meet these mythical creatures which are all extensions of your personality.” There was a moment of silence, followed by a puff of air. He never smoked during their face-to-face sessions, but Mike recognized the sound. He pictured the heavyset man, staring out the window of his Seattle home, probably wearing a smoking jacket, wisps of smoke curling over his graying beard.

“For instance, this Naia person signifies rebirth. The bathtub is a metaphor for the womb, and she arrives in a torrent of water,