Once all the suds of shampoo are washed away, her eyes open, spotting me.
There’s no scream, and no move to cover herself. Lola sinks her teeth into her lower lip, and her eyes never leave mine.
One hand traces down her stomach, and she dips her fingers into her slick folds, while the other twists her nipple.
Fuck if she’s not irresistible and the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
What feels like hours of the both of us putting on a show of touching ourselves, we manage to come together, and I lose my load all over the floor.
Though I wish it had been her face.
She doesn’t say a word when she steps out of the shower, pretending to look doe eyed and innocent. I wrap a towel around her body and dry every droplet off her, resisting the urge to use my tongue to do so. Once I finish, we still haven't said anything. The words are lodged heavily in my throat. Giving me a large smile, she kisses my cheek and leaves the bathroom.
After that day she teases me relentlessly by sending countless naked pictures and videos of her playing with herself. I can no longer fight my attraction for her and how bad I want her.
And I’m going to have her.
Days later, I invited her over under the pretense of having dinner with me. She didn’t end up eating that evening, but I did. I touch my lips where Lola’s juices still linger from eating her out only a couple hours ago and remember the first time I tasted her.
I'm on my knees in front of her. I grab her shorts and undo the four buttons that lead to my prize. I yank the denim down along with her pink lace thong, uncovering her shaved pussy. My nose dips into her center as she kicks the shorts and undies off her feet. She smells of apples and peaches, and when my tongue darts out to get a small taste, I'm pleased she tastes the same.
I look up and admire the young beauty in front of me. She's exquisite, a forbidden fucking goddess, and she’s mine for the taking.
I’m going to enjoy every inch of this forbidden fruit, even if it ends up being poison.
I grab her perfect, firm, teenage ass, and pull her tight pink core to my mouth. I roll my tongue between her folds and lap up her arousal. She’s soaked. Soaked for me. Her little clit throbs under my tongue, and the more I knead her ass, the more it swells. Lola’s nails scrape my scalp harshly, as she moans above me and thrusts her hips into my face, begging for more. Running two fingers along her slit, I open her up and thrust my fingers deep inside her and suck on her needy bud.
“Ahh,” she screams out in pleasure, and her pussy tightens around my fingers.
“Relax, baby girl.” Our eyes meet, and hers glaze over darkly in lust and passion. Something I have seen in her eyes for the last few months after my wife finally left the house. “Breathe and enjoy this. Think about only my tongue and fingers servicing you. I'm not fucking you till you come. Understand?”
“Yes, please keep going,” she says breathlessly, and her pussy loosens around my fingers. My eyes stay on hers as I pump into her fast and nip at her overly sensitive clit.
Staring into her glossy brown orbs, I know I had done the right thing by asking her over. This moment had been building for so long between us, and now that I have her, there is no going back. “This sweet little pussy is mine now. You understand?” I state firmly and halt my fingers inside of her till she answers.
“Yes, yours. Don’t stop.” She thrusts her hips in my face again, ready to fall off the cliff. I grab her ass tighter and bury my face deeper into the silk of her pussy and devour her. “Dean!” She calls my name as her walls contract around my fingers, and her sweet juices pour into my mouth. I want more. I could eat this little peach out every day.
I stand, my fingers still deep inside her as her body shakes violently. Her pink pouty lips are begging to be kissed, and I waste no time giving them what they need. Our tongues swirl together, and she moans against my mouth as she tastes herself.
I lift her into my arms and carry her to my bed.
That moment I knew I was never going to have enough of her. The only thing holding me back is my pending divorce.
I wish she were here, in my arms. Instead, I'll let the memories and my scotch keep me warm and numb.
The last thing I remember before I pass out into a liquor induced coma is picking up my phone, and staring at the picture of a feisty little brunette wearing the tiniest of green bikinis. As my eyes flutter shut, I envision my mouth wrapped around her cherry nipples.
I launch upwards in bed, my head pounding as the morning sunlight peeks through the darkening curtains. My eyes dart around the room, looking for someone, or something that would have woken me up in such a frenzy. The room is still, besides the fan blowing.
My normal morning wood is flaccid from the most spectacular, yet realistic wet dream I have ever experienced.
I flop back to my pillows and cover my eyes with my arm, trying to relive the moments of my dream.
It all seemed so real that I can’t understand how it wasn’t. I felt and saw everything she did: Her ruby red lips sliding up and down my shaft. Her wet core rubbing on my leg as she sucked me off. The feeling of her warm hand massaging my balls till I almost came.
I remember the curse word leaving my lips as she left me hanging. Then the sound of her sweet laugh. She sat up, and slid her soaked core down on my dick, wrapping her tight pussy snuggly around me. I was paralyzed in my movements as she took total control over me. I laid still, like a fool, watching her perfect tits bounce, with her head thrown back, her long hair tickling my legs while she enjoyed every inch of me.
My dick twitches as it recalls her beauty and the sounds of her moans. I’ve never heard a woman so primal before, so eager.
When I had finally been able to make myself move, I gripped her hips, and with a roar of her name, I came deep inside of her.
Then, in a flash, she was gone, and I woke to find myself alone this morning.
This isn’t the first time I have dreamt of her but never had it been so real, to the point I can smell her scent of apples and peaches linger in my room.
I peek at my phone, the picture of Lola in her bikini appears when I swipe open the screen. Above the image, it reads six twenty a.m., and I know it’s too early to call her. So instead I settle for a shower so I can replay my dream once more before I start my day.
Dressed in my button down and slacks, I make my way to Georgia’s room to check on her and find her room empty. I’m not too worried because Georgia has always been one to get up without much of a peep and find her way downstairs to watch cartoons. I only hope she hasn’t been downstairs for long by herself.
As I make my way downstairs, I’m greeted by the giggles of my daughter coming from the kitchen, along with the familiar laughs of another important person in my life. At the table, Georgia is scooping cereal into her tiny mouth, and leaning over the counter talking to her is Lola. Her ass points out in my direction, and when she laughs, it wiggles. It’s almost as if she’s flaunting it, knowing I’m coming up behind her.
My arms slip around her tiny waist, and she freezes momentarily by the sudden touch. “Good morning,” I whisper in her ear and kiss a trail from there down her neck. “It’s good to see you.”
She shivers in my hold and bites her lip as she looks in Georgia’s direction. “Dean, she can see you,” she murmurs, and I pull her body closer to mine.
“She’s not paying attention, and it doesn’t matter. Because I need to touch you.” My teeth graze her earlobe as I take a little nip. She smells of peaches, and it has been hard to resist not taking a bite out of her. I missed her, and I find myself needing to be close to her, especially after my dream. A dream that I have no doubt was a reality. “When did you get here?”
“When I got here.” She shrugs and steps out of my hold. “Georgia should be ready to go. I packed her lunch.”
“See, I would be lost without you.” I wink, wanting to humor her, but also speaking the truth. I would be lost without her in my life, and I wish my
divorce could be final, so I can move her into my home and permanently into my life.
“I have to get to class.” She grabs her book bag off the counter and swings it over her shoulder in her haste to retreat. Lola has been taking classes over at the University across town. She’s studying childhood development and loves it. She makes her way over to Georgia and kisses the top of her head and tells her she will see her later. Georgia reaches up and kisses her cheek before going back and stuffing her face once again with the sugary cereal.
Watching them interact, I know Lola will one day make the perfect mom. It is one of the many things she saw herself being when she grew up. Unfortunately, I don’t know if it will be me to give her that. I had never been sure if I wanted more kids, and thought by the time she would be ready, I’d be too old and tired. But then the thought of filling Lola with my seed and seeing her round with my child makes my dick twitch.
She files past me to the living room without much of a goodbye, and I go charging behind her. I grab her elbow and spin her tiny figure around. My fingers trace over her pink lips, and she puckers against my touch. “Sweet girl, were you in my room this morning?”
“Maybe?” She smirks, and I push my thumb into her smart mouth. I’m pleased when I get the desired outcome when she wraps her mouth around it and sucks.
“It's either yes or no. I seem to remember this sexy girl riding me and sucking my dick.”
When she bares her teeth into my thumb, I take the hint and remove it from her mouth. “I'm surprised you remember your name considering how wasted you were when you called me. I only came over to help you with Georgia just in case you didn't wake up.”
I smile. Despite her being upset with me, she still cares enough to come help. Something Peyton never did. “And you didn't give me a wake-up call?”
“I guess that's something you have to figure out yourself. I have to go or I'll be late.” She tries to wiggle out of my hold, but I’m not ready to let her.
Clasping my hands around her, I press a kiss to her lips. Her lips part, allowing me to kiss her deeper, and I feel her melt into my arms. “I love you,” I murmur. “Come here later. We'll have dinner. Just the three of us.”
Even with her eyes closed, I can tell she has rolled them. When she pulls back a smile curls on her lips. “Sure. I would like that.”
With a final kiss, she leaves, and I go back to the kitchen to finish getting Georgia ready for school.
CHAPTER THREE
Lola
“How are things going with you and Mr. Goodwin?” my best friend, Gini, probes as she sips on her vanilla latte as we sit on the lawn outside the Economics building. She loves to poke fun at me any chance she gets for dating our old eleventh-grade math teacher.
“Why can't you just call him Dean like I asked you to?” I groan.
“Because I looove driving you nuts, and you always turn red when I say it. So there’s no doubting you are moaning out “Oh, Mr. Goodwin” in the bedroom.” Gini wiggles her eyebrows and I nudge her.
I will never admit it out loud, but I do like calling him that, especially when I have been a bad girl.
Actually, I like calling him Daddy more when I've been really naughty, and he puts me over his legs and spanks me.
My entire face heats hotter knowing I might get punished for what I did last night while he had been wasted. “I cannot confirm or deny,” I say plainly, trying to act unamused.
“Don't worry, your face did,” Gini hoots and I hide my face in my hands, mumbling how much I hate her. After her laughter wears off, she gets serious. “But really, how is it going?”
I blow out a large puff of air and steal a sip of diet Dr. Pepper to give me a minute to process. I’ve been holding on to a lot of repressed feelings for months, and when we were making love yesterday, I suddenly felt exposed. Like the air shifted and a chill ran through me and someone could see all my darkest secrets.
Like the secret I’ve been hiding for years.
The one eating me up inside because I’m too afraid now for anyone to know the truth.
Then add the whole Peyton drama and I feel like everything around me is about to explode. I have thought about putting a pause on my relationship with Dean till his divorce is final to give me time to figure things out. But when I got a drunk call from him at midnight, even through his slurred words, I could make out every single one as he confessed how much he loves me, cares for me, and most of all needs me. “If you left me, I'd be a broken man, Lo. I never felt that way about Peyton. Without you, I wouldn't know what to do.”
After that, I had gone over to find him naked and passed out in bed. I had planned to just sleep beside him, then wake in the morning to help with Georgia. But when he started to moan my name and his drunken dick grew, I couldn’t resist reaching out and taking his swollen cock in my hand. When he groaned, well, I sucked him off while I got off. I swore he was awake by the way he had been acting, especially when I rode him and he blew his load deep inside of me. My body quakes thinking about it all over again. It hadn’t been till he passed out after he came that I realized he was far drunker than I thought. Not wanting to leave him, I curled myself into his side and fell asleep listening to the sound of his breathing. When I heard Georgia get up, I quickly got out of bed to tend to her.
“Earth to Lola.” Gini waves her hand in front of my face waking me from my deep thoughts. I shake my head and give her a small smile. “Where did you go?”
“I'm just trying to process everything.”
“Is it going that bad?”
“No, no. It's just…” I let out a heavy sigh and decide I need to confide in someone about everything. “It's Peyton. She wants him back now out of the blue, and she even told my mom she is breaking him down. I don't get it. She never did anything for the longest time, all she ever did was blow him off, and now in the last month or so, she's always staying over to talk to him when she drops off GG. He didn't even tell me that she had been hanging around.” I feel my temper rise again, and I take another sip of my soda to cool off the heat pumping through my veins.
“I get that, but maybe she's having second thoughts, or she’s scared. Maybe Dean is giving her the wrong signals?”
“He’s not! He tells her no,” I say forcefully. I might be pissed about this whole new change in development, but I know for a fact Dean isn’t sending Peyton mixed signals. He doesn’t want her.
There is proof of that last night.
“You sure about that?” She raises an eyebrow, not convinced.
“I am. He doesn't love her. He hasn't for a while. I understand him wanting to be friendly. But like he didn't have to lie to me about her begging for him back. Why can't he tell her he's in love with someone else?”
“Because he's still technically married, Lola. Do you not get that?”
“I do.” I do because it’s been said to me since we started this so called affair. However, I don’t care because in my eyes I never saw Peyton and Dean as married. They never once kissed in front of me, and I never saw them happy. Maybe if I did, I would be in a different boat and not attempting what I am with a man sixteen years my elder, but I’m in love so bad it hurts.
“Then let's think of it this way. You were once Mrs. Goodwin's star pupil. Then the awesome babysitter who would drop everything to watch her daughter.”
Back when I used to be desperate for Peyton to like me.
“When he tells her, you know what she’s going to see? This young girl, who this whole time was in her house, chasing after her husband and fucking him behind her back. She won’t see that you waited till they separated. She’ll see what she wants and that my dear is that YOU stole her husband and her happy ever after. She could make your life hell.”
“I don’t even know why I talk to you,” I groan, wanting to bury myself in the sand in shame.
“Because you do love me despite my harsh truths. He's not spelling them out for you, so someone needs to.” I do love her for it, but it doesn’t mean
each truthful word doesn’t stab me in the heart. “You do also know she could get him on adultery if she wanted? Then the divorce will be his fault. She could use you two dating against his custody with Georgia, you know. Have you ever thought of that? I’m not sure about the money, but I think it affects how they split things like property.”
“You’ve been googling again.” I laugh. Gini is about as addicted to Google as she is WebMD.
“I have. I’ve been worried about you. I feel like you’ve always been playing house with Dean and Georgia. That you don’t see the big picture. Can you live with always being second to Peyton in Georgia’s mind? Dealing with her when she comes around for birthdays, school activities, and dropping off? You don’t see the overall picture of jumping into life with a once and still really married man. “
“I do know that. And it’s fine. Mrs. G is a good mother.” I fib. It’s the furthest thing from the truth. Georgia deserves someone that can love and care for her all the time. Not when they just feel like it.
Which is hardly ever.
“I don’t hate her, and I don’t want to either. But I want her to know that I love Dean and I’m not going anywhere.” I state firmly, the thing I've known since the moment I fell in love with Dean. I've always known I'll be second best, and I'm okay with that. The dream is for us to all get along, but it could only start with Dean telling Peyton.
“I understand you love him. It’s just you can’t blame him for not telling his ex about you. And honestly, I don’t think you're going to be ready for the setback when he does tell her. Maybe nothing will happen. And for your sake, I hope nothing does, but if you want to be with him, prepare yourself for things to happen. Stop being blinded by love. In your head, I think you always saw yourself being one big happy family but forgot the plus one: an ex-wife.”
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