“Please allow me to take you home. I’d feel better knowing you got home safely.” He joined me in looking around the front of the restaurant for any sign of his daughter then we both grabbed our phones. He had a text.
Daddy. Please take Lea home. I left with Justin.
“I apologize. Kelsey has abandoned both of us. She’s gone somewhere with Justin. Would you still like to take a walk before I take you home?” He offered me his arm and after shaking my head and laughing to myself, I took it. Kelsey was such a jerk.
It was cold, too cold to be out and about for too long, forcing us to duck into a coffee shop to talk.
“Kelsey’s mom has remarried a few times. You never did?” My true curiosity lay with his current love life.
“No. I spent most of my time working and after my divorce, I didn’t think marriage was for me. But I’d actually like to get remarried if I met the right person.” He smiled and acted like he wanted to say more but held back.
“You never wanted any more children? Or was Kelsey more than enough?” I remarked sarcastically.
“Kelsey’s not mine biologically. I’ve raised her and love her like she is, but I suppose a part of me would like to know what it feels like to have one that is my own. Does that sound horrible?”
He drew a bit closer and because he was so much taller, I had to look directly up to answer him. “Nope. I understand.”
It was close to midnight by the time he drove me back to Kelsey’s mother’s home. On the way there, my phone began going off every few seconds. Believing it was Kelsey, I grabbed it then grumbled out loud when I saw the true sender.
“Was it Kelsey?”
“No, it’s Justin. Kelsey’s must be home already. He’s apologizing for the scene earlier. He had expected me to stay in New York. Apparently Kelsey only brought him here because she knew he was breaking up with her and he planned on going back to New York.” I was reading the texts in my most annoyed voice but a part of me was trying to make him jealous. When I glanced over at the pained look on his face and how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel, I was certain I’d succeeded.
He reached over and grabbed my hand. “Are you staying in Boston for the remainder of the holidays?”
“I think so, unless Kelsey is too upset to be around me. Are you?” I allowed him to clasp my hand tightly.
“I could. Would it be weird if I ask to see you again? I mean without Kelsey?” He stared at me nervously.
I nodded. “I’d loved to see you again. Should I text you my phone number?” He took my phone and text himself, making it easier on both of us.
When we finally arrived, he stopped the car a house away so we wouldn’t be easily seen. After he thanked me for a lovely evening, he kissed my hand tenderly then leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine. I felt dizzy with lust. His natural musk and the scent of his cologne flooded my senses, forcing me to reach my hand out to touch his chest, steadying myself on his hard body. When I moaned into his mouth, relishing his kisses, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
“You’re so beautiful, Lea. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” He whispered in my ear as he trailed kisses down my neck, driving me mad with a desire. Cupping my breasts and squeezing them, he slipped both out through the top of my dress. After removing his glasses, he inhaled my taut nipple into his mouth and suckled deep, rolling it with his tongue and pulling it with his lips. I writhed and moaned, panting heavily as he continued to lick and tug on my sensitive bud, making it extend further and grow larger than I’d ever seen my nipples become. When he reached down to slip his hand inside my panty, I was soaking wet.
“Lea, I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but I’m dying to make love to you. I stayed away from New York because I knew if I saw you, I’d have to have you.” He kissed me, crushing his lips against mine, while his finger found my clit and began making lazy circles against it.
“David, don’t stop. You’re going to make me cum.” I kissed his chin and licked his Adam’s apple making him shudder then kiss me passionately, intertwining his tongue with mine. He left me panting for air as I moaned and began to convulse on his stroking hand.
“That’s it, Lea. Cum for me, baby. Tell me what you want. Do you want me to make you mine?” He whispered in my ear as my body surrendered to the orgasm he was forcing out of me.
“Yes! Please make me yours, David. I want to be yours. I need to be yours.” I wailed against his shoulder as he extended my climax for as long as he could. As I struggled to catch my breath, he slowed his attentions and pressed his forehead against mine.
“I have a house in Vermont. Tell Kelsey you’re mad at her for ditching you tonight and you’re going to Montreal with your Dad. I’ll pick you up at the train station tomorrow morning and we can drive to Vermont. We can stay there until the New Year.” He didn’t sound like he was asking, but it didn’t matter, I was willing to do whatever he wanted of me.
“Trains don’t travel direct from Boston to Montreal, it would take me back to New York.” I looked up at him, still flushed and dewy from my orgasm. “She’ll think I’m going back to New York to see Justin and try to tag along.”
He thought hard for a few seconds then conceded. “You’re right, but that works out better. I’ll come pick you up in the morning. We’ll say I’m going to my house in Vermont and taking you to Burlington so you can take the bus to Montreal. It’s the least I can do after what Kelsey did. No one is going to suspect anything. I know what they think of me.” He slid over and kissed me again. “Does 9am work for you?”
“It works perfectly.” I looked at myself in the mirror one more time to make sure I didn’t appear too disheveled, kissed him then jumped out of the car. He walked me to the door and behaved himself in case anyone was peeking out the window, but reminded me he’d text me before he arrived in the morning.
Kelsey was waiting for me in the guest bedroom. She was in her pajamas and her eyes were swollen from crying.
“Were you with Justin?” She sniveled as she tried to control her sobbing.
“Justin? Jesus, no, I was with your Dad. He just dropped me off. Thank you so much for just ditching me.” I walked into the restroom to start undressing.
“With my Dad? I don’t believe you! I’ve been on the phone with my Dad for the last half hour and you weren’t with him!” She lied, trying to catch me in lie.
“You were on the phone with your father? Dr. David Boorman? No you were not, because he just dropped me off. What the fuck’s wrong with you? Do you think you’re going to catch me lying by lying yourself?” I shut the bathroom door so I could change.
“Fine! Did Justin call you?” She tried to change the subject, but I was pissed.
“He text. I know about your reasons for getting me up here. You should have just told me the truth. I have absolutely no interest in getting together with him.” After I finished changing into pajamas, I brought my luggage out and started repacking my things.
“What are you doing? You can’t leave, Lea!” Kelsey started crying again.
“I’m not spending Christmas with you. First you pull that bullshit with Justin, and then you left me with your Dad. You hardly even spoke two words over dinner and then you ditched both of us.” As I reached for items to throw in my bag, I grabbed my phone and noticed David had sent me a text.
“But you can’t spend Christmas by yourself!”
“I’m going to Montreal. My Dad isn’t happy I came here and since your father is driving to Vermont tomorrow, he offered to drive me to Burlington. I can take a bus over the border from there. I’m leaving with him in the morning.” I walked back into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
Wanting to read David’s text, I started pushing her out of the room. “I need to go to bed, Kelsey. I’m not in the mood to hear your Justin bullshit tonight. You wanted him, you’ve got him.”
She was still crying when I locked the door on her, but I was fairly certain it
had nothing to do with me. Excited to see what David might have written, I flew on to the bed and reached for my phone.
Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Can’t wait to be with you. D.
A warm feeling rushed over me as I thought about his mouth on my nipples and his finger inside me. I could still smell his cologne on me when I crawled under the covers and imagined how it was going to feel when he pushed his dick into me. The thought alone made me shudder and smile. I was 19 and plotting to lose my virginity to a 39-year-old man, a physics professor, my best friend’s father and all I could think about was trying to guess the size of his cock. The morning couldn’t come soon enough.
Chapter 3
The drive to Vermont was pretty uneventful. We tried to keep our hands to ourselves, knowing that once we started things we wouldn’t be able to stop. David’s house was just outside Stowe, far enough from the slopes to be peaceful but close enough to still be caught up in all the Christmas celebrations. When we arrived, he showed me around his very cozy cabin then invited me to lunch. Taking me into his arms he suggested we go eat and grab some groceries before the heavier snows came in.
“Are we going to be snowed in tonight?” I suddenly felt worried. It had been years since I’d been snowed in and all my experiences were pretty rotten. Of course, there had been no promise of endless fornication during those instances, only my parents screaming at each other for not buying enough alcohol to get them through it.
“We might. Would that be so terrible?” He kissed me tenderly letting his hands roam underneath my sweater, caressing my back. The feel of his fingers moving across my skin made my nipples harden in anticipation of what was to come.
“Nope. As long as we have enough food and firewood, I’m good.” I allowed my hands to crawl up his chest. At 6’5, he was a whole foot taller than me and when I was standing next to him, I felt overwhelmed by his masculinity. Although he wasn’t broad and muscular, he was lean and powerful. He’d obviously been spending some time at the MIT gym in between teaching his classes.
After lunch we went to grab groceries and rushed back to the cabin. Since the snow was falling heavier and the cabin was becoming chilly, David lit the fireplaces while I took a hot bath in his antique tub. I felt eager and anxious about what was about to happen. There was no way he was going to wait until the evening to get down to business. He had been so good all day but I could tell by the look in his eyes and the bulge in his pants that he was nearing the edge of his will power. I was still washing up when I heard a knock on the bathroom door.
“Lea, can I come in?” His voice was shaking, which was unusual. He always sounded so confident around me.
“Sure.” I was naked and there weren’t any bubbles for me to hide underneath, but he would be seeing me soon anyway.
David walked in nervously, trying not to get too close to the tub. The steam coming off the water was fogging up his glasses, making him promptly take them off.
“Do you think you could hand me that towel?” I decided to make the first move. It was obvious he was having some anxiety and needed a push. He walked closer getting an eyeful as he tried carefully to pass me the bath towel without seeming too eager. Thanking him, I stood up and wrapped the towel around me, allowing him to get a nice view of my entire figure before covering it up.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” His mouth hung open and he offered me his hand to help me out of the tub. Once I was out, he lifted me up and carried me into his bedroom. The room was warm from the roaring fire and the windows were frosted from the ice and snow falling outside. I sat in the center of the bed with my stomach twisting in knots as I watched him undress as fast as he could. His body was long and lean while his arms and abdomen were slightly muscular. The more he revealed the more turned on I became. I took off my towel and stood up on my knees, waiting for him to join me on the bed. Then suddenly he slid off his boxers and I got my first look at the instrument he was about to shove inside me.
“David…” My heart skipped a beat. His cock was no less than 10 inches, maybe more; I didn’t have a measuring tape with me. But it was scary enough to make me slide back on the bed in fear.
“Lea, come here.” He took my hand, unraveling the covers underneath us, and climbed in bed with me. Trailing his hands across my torso, he hugged every curve before dipping his head down and latching on to one my nipples. I cooed with delight as he suckled hard while cupping both breasts. While he flicked the tips with his tongue, I struggled to control my breathing as my head spun with desire. Wanting to touch him, I ran my hands down his long back, raking my fingers through his dark hair and pushed his head down on my breast, desperate to feel him suck me deeper. He had so much of my nipple in his mouth, I fantasized I had milk to offer. When I didn’t think I could take anymore, he quickly slid down to my crotch and spread my thighs wide. My senses were reeling, but I grew nervous as I felt his hot breath near my pussy. I’d dreamt of him going down on me for so long, I was afraid I might faint from excitement. He started by taking one small lick, before I felt his tongue dive deep between my soaked lips. Overcome by a sensation I’d never felt before, I cried out, calling his name and jerking my hips off the mattress.
“David! Oh God David! Yes!” His tongue start to feather my clit, stroking it roughly as I began bouncing my hips up and off the mattress in a string of convulsions. An incredible multi-tasker, he began fingering me with two fingers, pushing them up and in while his thumb and tongue continued strumming my sweet spot.
“David, I’m cumming! You’re mouth feels so good. Yes! Oh God!” I was still trying to calm down when he moved over me and covered me with his body.
“Baby, you’re so beautiful when you cum. Do you want me Lea?” He whispered in a serious tone.
“I do, David. I want you so badly.”
“Not just tonight, Lea. I want you to be mine. I want you to move to Boston. I want you to be my wife and have my babies. If we make love, I don’t think I can ever let you go.” He didn’t sound scary, he sounded determined. I was overwhelmed by what he was saying, but his cock was pushing through my slit and the sensation was torture. I wanted him. I wanted to be with him, maybe always. That’s all I knew.
“I want to be yours, David. In every way.” I felt his bare cock start to push inside me and it hit me. He wanted to get me pregnant and I had just given him my permission. When that realization didn’t change my mind, I knew it was what I wanted too.
David spread my thighs wider and knelt between them. As he pushed in his incredible girth he began to stretch me, making both of us moan and huff as he pushed into my hymen. I jumped at the pain and he lowered his head and kissed my knee.
“I’m sorry, baby. I don’t think I can’t keep it from hurting you.”
“I know, I know. Just go slow if you can.” I tried to brace myself for the assault but it was useless. David thrust in three times, before he finally broke through and pushed all the way inside me. My legs froze from the pain and I whimpered loudly. He felt huge inside me, larger than I ever imagined. His fat cock was forcing itself in, widening my walls and stretching me open. Noticing the agony I was in, he held still inside me, and began rubbing my clit. But instead of relaxing me, his strumming was making my pussy clench down on his cock, turning the friction into a maddening mix of pain and pleasure.
“Lea, you’re so tight. I’m so sorry I’m hurting you, but you feel so good, baby.” His looks of remorse were not very convincing. David was in heaven and couldn’t stop thrusting into me. Before long, the sweet friction was making my hips involuntarily rock into his and my pussy began to spasm against his cock.
“Fuck, David, I’m cumming! It feels so good, your cock feels so good inside me.” The first wave hit me just as David began to slow down and swell even larger inside me. He brought his body down on mine and brought our hands to our sides. As the second wave tore through me, pushing my hips wildly into his, he thrust all the way inside me and began to empty a flood of cum into my womb.
“Baby, I’m cumming. Lea, I’m cumming so deep inside you.” He grunted as he unleashed everything he had, then stayed inside me while he kissed my neck and chest, still struggling to recapture his breath.
When he finally pulled out of me, he gazed at me lovingly for what seemed like minutes.
“What’s the matter, do I look terrible?” I looked at him and smiled sheepishly, figuring I was a sweaty mess.
“Of course not, you look beautiful. You are beautiful. I love you, Lea. I should have said that before but it seemed contrived. I love you.” He pulled me into his arms and spooned me.
“I love you, too.” I nestled into his arms and thought about something. “David?”
“Yes?”
“What are we going to tell everyone if I’m pregnant? I’m supposed to be in Montreal right now.” I looked over my shoulder at him and he frowned.
“I’m not letting anyone ruin this for us. We’re consenting adults. I was thinking that there is a high probability that you will be pregnant before this snowstorm is over and if not by then, before the holidays are through. We could get married here on New Year’s Eve, by ourselves without all the drama. Unless you want a big wedding?” He put his chin on my shoulder.
“Did you propose? I don’t remember you proposing. But no, I would not want a big wedding. I don’t want my parents attending.” I turned over to face him.
“In a way I did, but I’ll do it again officially before then, I promise. I’ll help you transfer to a school in Boston, but you’ll have to skip the fall if you are pregnant, are you okay with that?” He pressed his forehead against mine before kissing it.
“I am. You seem to have given all of this a lot of thought, Dr. Boorman.” I nuzzled into his chest, amazed by how many details he’d worked out in his head so quickly.
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