Pining for My Dad's Friend

by Daniella Cole

  “Touche,” I reply. I can’t help the smile that’s growing on my lips. I can pretend to be stern with her and I act like I’m pissed off at her apparent misadventure in the city tonight, but the truth is that I’ve missed her. Her sweetness, her heart, the way she isn’t afraid to speak up when something’s bothering her or take a stand when there’s a cause she’s passionate about. How she’d always go on about the environment, about things like the melting icecaps and the ozone layer. Stuff the “Average Joe" — man or woman — just doesn’t have the time or energy to really care about.

  “And this dress!” she says. I watch as she brushes her hands on the stained fabric, the thin dress clinging to her to show off every smooth curve of her tits. Her hands agitate her skin and her small nipples twist and harden into tight peaks behind her bra. “I spent an hour picking out this dress for tonight. And when I got splashed on, there were these creeps looking at me. It gave me the heebie-jeebies.”

  My blood freezes in my veins.

  “Did these assholes do anything to you?” I grit my teeth and try to remain calm, but it is an exercise in futility. The notion of anyone else’s eyes on her smooth little body has me seeing red. Add to that the fact that Mandy herself could tell they were creeps? I could handle some other man looking at my woman. I wouldn’t be able to handle any other man looking at her and imagining her naked, imagining her as sexually available or worse.

  “No, no, nothing like that,” she says. There’s a streak of panic in her eyes. “They just looked. In a creepy manner. Not like you. I know you’d never look at a woman in a disrespectful way.”

  I let out a sound that’s more a growl from my chest than a breath from my lungs. It feels torn from me.

  “Let me grab something for you to change into.”

  I motion for her to head down the hall to the bathroom and I follow behind. I take the opportunity to adjust myself, the curve of her ass in the dress from this angle making me salivate over those thick, perfect cheeks. A part of me is screaming inside my head, telling me to grab this woman and show her what she’s done to me, and tell her that I haven’t had this reaction to a woman since the last time I saw her. I choke back a groan as she gets to the end of the hall, putting her hand on the doorframe and looking back at me.

  “You…you don’t think there’s anything wrong with the way I’m dressed, do you?”

  “No,” I say. There’s a pause as she waits for me to elaborate on my judgment. I clear my throat. “Absolutely not. You look nice.”

  Her cheeks blush with a pink hue that matches her lips. My god, I need to get the fuck out of here. My cock is straining against my pants, inches from her, and all I can think about is what other parts of her body would look like. Are her nipples the same shade of pink as her lips? After I’m done kissing her lips I would take those tits out of her dress like they were meant to be fucking worshipped and I would suck on them until she cried and begged for me to fuck her. Then I’d move lower and suck on her clit until she cried and begged me to slide my cock inside her.

  “Thanks,” she says softly. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

  “Anything.” My gaze snaps to hers and she pulls the corner of her lower lip between her teeth. “You can tell me anything, Mandy. You can confide in me. You can trust me.”

  She blinks up at me. She looks like a goddamn goddess. Someone to be worshipped, cherished. Her pink lips are soft and her eyes are big and bright, and her dark hair is pushed away from her face now, framing her cheekbones. Any little movement toward her could make me lose myself. My resolve is wearing thin. I’m quickly approaching the bottom of my well of self-control.

  “I was actually on my way to my boyfriend’s place tonight. Do you think he would have liked this dress?”

  Boyfriend? She didn’t say anything about some other guy before.

  “Why didn’t you go to his place?”

  “We broke up before I got there,” she breathes, a small smile playing on her lips. She gives a sarcastic chuckle as she moves to face the bathroom. “Tonight was supposed to be the night, too.” She uses little air quotes around “the night” and it’s fucking adorable.

  As I turn around to walk away, I know one thing is for certain. That well of self-control is bone-dry, and now there’s another, more important force swirling through my veins, telling me what to do.

  3

  Mandy

  I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. After puttering around for a minute in search of a hair dryer — maybe a girlfriend left one behind at some point, I thought — I decide that au natural will have to cut it. Even though this is the moment I’ve been fantasizing about for six months. Even though my long, brown hair is drying into loose waves when I usually straighten it. Even though I’m wearing a men’s button down shirt instead of the dress that it took me hours to pick out.

  “Everything alright in there?”

  James knocks on the bathroom door. Jeez, even his knock is sexy.

  Instead of answering, I slowly open the door to reveal my “new look.” I decide to lean in and put on a little show for him.

  “Well?” I twirl around to show off his shirt, in a way that I fear is silly rather than sexy.

  James is a few feet away from me, but I can somehow already feel his desire as he looks at me. There is an electric forcefield between us, but instead of pushing us apart it’s bringing us closer. I let out a big, deep breath. My heart is racing. He’s changed, too, out of his work clothes and into jeans and a t-shirt. His biceps are all but screaming to break free and show themselves.

  “Mandy.” He comes up behind me. Rather than turn around and face him, I look into the bathroom mirror. He’s staring back. “Mandy,” he continues, “You’re mine.”

  I feel his hot, soft breath. He starts to kiss my earlobe, my neck, everything that isn’t covered by the button down. Then he reaches down and flips up the back of my “dress” — his rock hard cock presses into my ass, covered now only by my thin panties. I let out a low groan and press back into him. We’re in a delicious tango of soft and hard: he slowly and methodically unbuttons my shirt as our grinding starts to intensify.

  At this point, my clit is practically begging for attention. It’s pounding like a second heartbeat as his hand begins to slowly migrate down. Then, just as he’s about to reach into the front of my panties, he pauses.

  “Turn around,” James growls.

  I swivel around so that I’m facing him. His eyes are full of intensity but his mouth turns up into a little, dirty smile. “That was great,” he continues, “but I just needed to kiss you.”

  4

  Mandy

  James’s kiss surpasses even my wildest expectations. I drink in his scent as his bulging arms envelop me — he smells like a real man, woody and rich, rather than like some cheap department store cologne. As we kiss he presses his denim-encased cock into me and we fall into a familiar rhythm once more. My panties are practically soaked through.

  “Alright, baby,” James growls, “it’s time to take this to the fucking bedroom.”

  I practically squeal out a “hallelujah” when we reach James’s room and he finally takes off his t-shirt. His tanned, perfect body is a sight to behold — in his moonlit bedroom I can’t fully make out the individual contours of each of his tattoos, but their overall effect is undeniably swoon-worthy. It’s somehow even sexier that I know his tattoos are hidden most of the time under a crisp, expensive button-down. It’s as if they’re suddenly our little secret. It’s as if he’s a lawyer by day and a sex god by night.

  I stand at the edge of the bed, my entire body on fire. I try to keep cool and take in my surroundings — I’ve thought about being in this very bedroom hundreds of times before, imagined what it might look like. But there’s no time now to look at the shade of wood of his dresser or his cuff-link collection. There’s only us.

  James kneels in front of me, his hands massaging my breasts as he kisses down my body. His mouth lingers just above the
hem of my panties. “James, please,” I pant, “keep going. Please.”

  Then, in one swift but still achingly sexy motion, James pulls my panties down with his teeth. He sinks into me with his tongue. He focuses first on my clit, lapping at it with his broad, strong tongue before encircling it at the perfect pace. Just as I’m about to come, he pulls away and licks the entire length of my pussy. I move along with his tongue and start to practically ride his face. After a few blissful moments he returns again to my clit for the grand finale. I come immediately as he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue. He pulls away and looks up at me. “Don’t worry, Mandy,” he says, “we’re just getting started.”

  I instinctively jump into James’s arms and wrap my legs around his back. We walk towards his bed as if my weight is nothing to him, as if I’m no heavier than a twenty-pound dumbbell at the gym. He even pauses for a minute to do a few squats with me in his arms. “Now you’re just showing off,” I manage to say.

  Just as seamlessly, he lays me down on the bed, onto the nicest sheets I’ve ever felt, soft and satin-y and cool against my skin. I reach down and quickly unbutton his jeans, ready to go down on him with the same vigor and enthusiasm he showed me just a moment ago. His cock is at full attention, throbbing and thick, everything I dreamt it would be.

  As I move to get into a better position for going down on him, James holds me back.

  “Trust me,” he says, “I’ve thought about those pretty little lips around my cock plenty of times, but right now I need all of you. You’re all mine and I need the main event.”

  “James. I’ve never wanted anything more,” I say, basically moaning.

  James gets on top of me. He knows, of course, that this is my first time. He reaches down and glides his fingers into me. “Are you ready, baby?” He whispers. He draws his hand up and parts my lips so that I can suck on his fingers, slick and warm with my sex. Our eyes meet and I nod. “I’m ready. I need you inside of me.”

  Inch by inch, James enters me. He doesn’t look away from me but stares intently in my eyes as if I’m the only woman he has ever seen.

  “You don’t understand,” he breathes. “I haven’t been with another woman since…your birthday party.” He pushes farther into me with ease. “And…fuck, Mandy. It was fucking worth it.”

  He bends down to kiss me and we build a delicious rhythm. My whole body comes to life as we move in complete unison. I never thought that I would come twice the night of losing my virginity, but I feel my second orgasm building as James pulses in and out of my pussy.

  “Let’s come together, babe,” James growls, and just hearing him call me babe pushes me over the edge. My body sinks into a wave of pleasure — my legs contract and release. I can even feel this orgasm in my pinky toe nail. Our bodies pressed against each other, I can feel James’s body tense and contract, too.

  Moments later James is beside me, playing with my hair and looking into my eyes.

  “This hair. I knew I was a goner when you walked in here with your hair down like that,” he says. “I’d never seen something more beautiful in my entire life.”

  Mandy

  Epilogue

  “Ready, babe?”

  James is calling to me from his car, a classic Ford Mustang that perfectly embodies his spirit: all muscle, all heart.

  I get in and blast the radio so that we can sing along together. Over the past few months, we’ve taken a lot of rides together. After a hard week of class uptown at Columbia, I love nothing more than to hop into his sexy car and take a ride. At first, I liked to give him a hard time about riding such a gas guzzler, but even I can’t resist the feeling of driving down the highway, feeling utterly free with the man I love.

  Today, though, we’re driving to Connecticut. If my first night with James was “the night,” this is the day. That is, today is the day we’re going to finally tell my parents that we’re together. After months of sneaking around. Months of late night rendezvous all over the city. Months of having to mute my parents’s calls whenever I’m with him. Months of weekend getaways instead of family visits.

  “You nervous, babe?” James looks over at me, one hand on mine and the other confidently on the steering wheel.

  “A little,” I lie. The truth is, I’m really nervous. But I don’t want to tell James that. I don’t want to spoil the perfect life we’ve built together.

  We walk hand in hand up to the front door of my parents’ perfect Fairfield house. James grips my hand tightly; he must be feeling my nerves.

  But as I knock on the door, James lets go of my hand and moves a step behind me.

  “Hey, babe, did you forget something in the— “ I start to panic, thinking something is about to go wrong. But when I turn around, James is kneeling. And, when I swivel back around, my parents are standing in front of me, not looking suspicious or angry, but smiling widely.

  “Mandy. Your parents know we’re together. I told your dad last month. The reason we’re here today is because I wanted them to witness this moment. I thought you’d want to have them here, because—”

  Before he can get out the words, I rush into his arms.

  “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” I squeal. James slides the diamond onto my finger, and out of the corner of my eye I can see my parents cheering, my mother’s eyes filling with tears.

  The End

  Also By Daniella Cole & Lauren Milson

  Hometown Series (holiday standalones):

  Jack Frost

  Dirty Treat

  Falling for my Friend’s Dad

  Night Series (standalones):

  Night Fever

  Night Moves

  Night Shift

  Bump in the Night

  Hot Summer Night (coming soon)

  All Night Long (coming soon!)

  Extra Steamy:

  Burn

  Touch

  For Him Series (holiday standalones):

  Always For Him

  Only For Him

  The One and Only Series (standalones):

  Buy Me, Love

  All My Love

  Crazy In Love

  Non-series standalones:

  The Wedding Date

  Summer Crush

  Her Friend’s Father

  Her Cowboy

  All His

  With Daniella Cole

  Pining For My Professor

  My Hot New Neighbor (coming soon)

  Dad’s Best Friend (coming soon)