An Unnaturally Natural Desire Ch. 01

The year I turned 18 my mom remarried. Aside from a birthday and Christmas card every year, I never knew my father. Didn't even know what he looked like. When I was old enough mom told me I was the result of a one night stand, and though she didn't regret having me for even a moment, she still used my conception as a warning. Though they were both still pretty young my dad offered to get married after they found out about me, but mom declined. Told him she didn't love, hardly knew him, and that her and I would be just fine without him. She dated a few times, but never really let things get serious with anyone until George came along. I mean, he is a nice guy and all, but he's just so old looking and boring!

I just graduated high school, and was planning to take a year off before heading off to college. Don't get me wrong, I was a good student. Straight A's, co-captain of the cheerleading squad, into all the honors clubs. I just wanted a break, no real reason for it. So when mom announced the day after graduation that her and George had eloped and we're going to be taking an extended honeymoon I was just a bit shocked, as I'm sure you can imagine. When I asked where I was supposed to go, what I was supposed to do, she dropped an even bigger bomb. Evidently, she called my father (who I have never met, mind you) and he was willing to let me live with him until I decided to go to college. Said he hadn't been able to take care of me up until now, and he was going to start. I asked wouldn't his wife mind and mom scoffed "He's still single." Nervous as Hell, I packed up and shipped out, halfway across the country to California.

Waiting outside the airport for my dad to arrive I was distinctly aware of the stares I was getting from many of the male (and female) passer-bys. Iv never exactly been skinny, but I always felt my body suited me just right. At 5 foot 7 I wore a size 7 pants and 36C bra size, still thin but curvy. It was never my intention to dress or look sexy, but I always just seemed to give off that vibe. Yes, Iv been sexually active for just over a year. But I am not the kind of girl who sleeps around. I am a one man kind of girl. Though, to be honest, I do enjoy the stares.

Bright California sunshine warmed my lightly tanned skin. A cool costal breeze fluttered my white mini ruffle skirt. I had to keep my hands down so I wouldn't end up giving everyone a peep show. The white halter top I wore showed just enough cleavage to tease, but still remain relatively modest. Long, wavy, dark brunette locks that hung down to the middle of my back stirred slightly in the breeze. I was anxious, standing there all alone. My one suitcase beside my long, smooth legs.

As I waited, I couldn't help but wonder what he would look like. Was he old and ugly now, like George? I rather hoped he would be easier on the eyes, but I wasn't counting on it. I always assumed I looked like my father, since I hardly resembled my mother, aside from my ocean blue eyes. So imagine my surprise when a handsome stranger with nearly black soft locks, eyes such a deep blue they were almost black, over 6 foot, and definitely the body of a surfer, walked up and said "Rory?" I stared with eyes as round as saucers, but after a moment I recovered myself.

"I look nothing like you! I really thought Id look like you at least a little..."

With a warm chuckle he said "Well, if it makes you feel better, you do slightly resemble my younger sister."

We both attempted a nonchalant laugh,. After a few awkward seconds he stepped in and gave me an even more awkward hug. With an adorable shrug he grabbed up my bag and said "Lets get you home. Iv got you room all set up."

Having never been to San Diego I greatly enjoyed the drive to his house. So many new sights and sounds! As we drove, he pointed out buildings and attractions, and as we made our way slightly up the coast we both felt a sense of ease and comfort come over us. I liked him. He was cool, and funny, and nice to look at. I was grateful to discover he wasn't poor. He did drive the newest model Mustang after all. But I figured he wasn't exactly rich. He never sent me presents or anything, just the cards. So again with the surprise when we pull into the drive of a gorgeous two story Spanish style home on ocean front property. My jaw dropped and in completely unconcealed surprise I spouted "Whoa... I didn't know you were rich! Why didn't you ever send me gifts or anything?"

His expression dropped just a little and with a slight shrug he said "For the first 6 years I did. But your mother kept sending them back. She said she wanted no more interaction from me then the cards."

Now I was confused... "If Escort she didn't want interaction, then why did she call YOU to have me move here?"

Again with a soft shrug he said "No idea Rory. But I am very glad she did. I have always loved you hun, even though we've never met until now." With a big grin he got out of the car, retrieved my suitcase, and lead the way inside.

As he opened the door, I was in awe. His home was gorgeous! Well kept, and certainly well decorated and furnished, but it still felt and looked lived in and comfortable. I couldn't help myself from asking "So how did you get rich Ryan?"

He gave me a funny look and immediately I realized how rude I was to have asked! I fumbled out a quick apology but he raised his hand. "No, no, that's fine Rory. You can ask me anything you want and I will always answer truthfully. I was just caught by surprise that you called me Ryan. I guess I had it in my head you would call me Dad or something. Its alright though, I understand. Perhaps someday."

He started to head toward the stairs, but abruptly stopped and turned to me saying "Oh, and I made all the money with a chain of restaurants I started just shy of 18 years ago."

With my interest piqued I asked "Oh? What kind of restaurants? What's the name?"

I hadn't expected him to look embarrassed but he blushed just a little and said "Rory's Roadhouse. Steak