Daddy Next Door

by Tina Lee

  She had to be no more than 5’6, with her brown hair in a messy bun ( I don’t know if the messiness was intentional or she just really didn’t care) , she wore a really short jeans; it exposed the lower lining of her firm ass. I’m not a pervert, I swear. Okay…maybe I am, because I wanted to bury my face in between those cheeks so badly. My mouth was watering and it was not because of the cheese cake in front of me.

  “Just go say something.” Leonardo said.

  Leonardo is my best friend and business partner. We have been working on our project for almost a year and we are making steady progress. We come here every morning to flesh out ideas and work, although to be honest, I am sort of distracted since lately. She comes in everyday around ten in the morning and just reads.

  “Hello, anyone there?” Leonardo waved his hand.

  “Yeah, yeah. “ I answered.

  “Go say something. It’s better than just staring at her.”

  “No, I don’t want to bother her.”

  It’s not that I was totally unconfident in my ability to pick up a chick, but I felt I was bit rusty. I am a handsome guy, tall, athletic and with a nicely trimmed beard. So I wasn’t worried about how I looked or anything, I think I was more concerned about what I would say to her. She looked about twenty-four or so, and I’m thirty-one years old. That’s not a huge gap but she seemed so ‘hip’ with her trendy clothes and gadgets, while I felt like one of those old people that tell you to turn down your garbage hippity-hoppity rap music.

  “Want me to ask for you?” Leonardo asked.

  That would be the last thing I would want. Leonardo was sharper than I was. He wore neatly fitted suits and had blonde slicked back hair for Christ’s sake. There was no way I was letting him near her. I remember this one time we were trying to secure a deal with Spectrum INC; a lens manufacturer who made special lenses that we needed to build our prototype project. It did not go well. For one, our startup was in its really early stages and two, the owner was a condescending bitch. She lowered her glasses and said “your project just isn’t worth my time.” And like that the meeting was over in about three minutes. I’m not exaggerating. Leonardo and I shared a stare, wondering what the fuck just happened. As we are about to leave the office, Leonardo stops. “Go ahead. Let me speak with her alone.” He gave me a mischievous glance. “I’m going to get this done.”

  After waiting for him for ten minutes outside the office, I could hear the desk shaking and soft moans escaping the room. “Oh my god.” The secretary said. She ran up and pressed her ear against the office door. She was trying her best to keep her laughing quiet when suddenly they was a loud “Don’t stop!” coming from inside the office. She must be getting the fuck of her life. The secretary burst into a loud laughter, I doubt her boss even cared at this point. Did I want to kick in that door and double team that bitch? Yes. I wanted to stuff my cock down her throat. I would use my dick to slap that snobbish look off her face.

  The secretary ran from the door and took her position behind her desk. “Someone’s coming” she whispered.

  “I know right.” I replied, sarcastically.

  The door opened and out came Leonardo with sweat beading down his forehead. “Come on, let’s go.” He said quickly.

  “Is the deal done?”

  “Yeah, the deal is done.”

  I punched the air. Leo, you did it. You fucking did it.

  Leonardo asked again. “Are you sure you don’t want to go over there?”

  “I’m sure.” I lied.

  “Okay, then let us get back to work.”

  I opened my laptop and started working. I glanced up one more time; she was smiling and licking her lips, she did that a lot. She did another adorable giggle. I could not help but wonder what she was reading on her IPad.

  Enough of her! Focus. Try to work. Don’t look up. Don’t look at her. Don’t be caught in the world wind of her beauty. Good, I’m going to focus and get my work done.

  Shit. I can’t stop thinking about her.

  Chapter Two

  Night Club Fun

  The DJ cranked up the tempo and the crowd went wild. Everybody inside the night club was feeding off the energy of the room. I had couple of shots so I was really into vibe. Leo and I came to celebrate landing an investor and right now I feel like I’m on top of the world. I dug up some dance moves I haven’t used in years. I needed another drink. I was keeping count, I was at four, no, or maybe it was five, I signaled the bartender for one more.

  “That’s on me.” A voice to the right of me shouted over the loud music. I turned to see a petite blonde smiling at me. A woman has never bought me a drink before, so I was pretty sure I knew what she wanted. You don’t have to be an Asian to do that math.

  “That’s nice of you, but I would rather if I buy you a drink” I kindly rejected.

  “No. Seriously, it’s on me.” She insisted.

  I caved. “Okay, thank you.”

  “My pleasure.”

  “I’m Ryan.”

  “Im Sarah.” She gave me a flirtatious grin.

  She was cute, or maybe it was the alcohol in my system. I’m fine with whichever. “So, where are you from?” I leaned in her ear; I could barely hear myself over the music.

  She leaned in on my ear and said “You’re asking the wrong question.”

  “And what would be the right question?”

  She leaned in again but this time closer, her lips brushed my earlobe and sent a tingle down my neck. “Where do you want to fuck?”

  My dick jumped. I gave her a skeptic look. Is this some sort of a trap? I better choose my next words wisely. “I— .” What should I say? She gave me a piercing stare. “Are you for real?”

  “I’m ready if you are.”

  She is serious, then what am I waiting for? Let’s go! “Where?” I asked.

  “Outside. Now.” She braced on me and rubbed her hand on my crotch. She meant business.

  I was leading her by one hand across the club when Leo spotted me. “Yo, Ryan! Where you going?”

  “I’ll be right back.” I replied. He sees the blonde behind me and did the math.

  Sarah tugged the back of my shirt. “Is that your friend?”

  “Yeah.” I said, hoping I said the right thing. Leo had pissed off a lot of women here and I was hoping she wasn’t one of them.

  “Bring him along.” She said.

  “What?” I heard what she said.

  “Bring him along.” She repeated.

  Damn, she’s a wild one. I went and retrieved Leo for the team-up. He was down for it, no surprise there. We exited the club and went into the alley at the side. It was dark enough to not be seen but not too dark. She pushed Leo against the wall, bent over in perfect position, legs straight and bit the outside of his crotch. She took her time pulling his belt and unzipping his jeans. She gently kissed the outside of his boxers before pulling it down. Leo’s dick was waiting for her, it stood at attention. She stroked it slowly, looked up and made eye contact with Leo. He gripped her hair and a soft moan escaped her lips, she slid the cock in her mouth and began working around the head. She pulled it out, used the saliva on the tip of her tongue to wet the head, then turned to me and said “What are you waiting for?” And she put the cock back in her mouth.

  I went behind her and pulled up her tight dress; she shrieked when she heard the dress tore, I pulled too hard, but I had a hungry cock in my pants and it needed to be free. I don’t know how she bent over in those heels but it was fucking sexy. I dragged down her soaked little thongs and there is was; her bald wet pink pussy. This was probably the fastest time I have ever unbuckled my belt and took my dick out. I pressed the tip in her slit and as it slid into her flesh; the warmth of her insides ran through my body.

  She popped Leo’s dick out her mouth and gasped to my long await arrival. “Deeper.” She whispered, while stroking his dick.

  I planted my feet firmly on the ground to get the right balance, gripped her hip and slammed right into
that wet tight pussy.

  “YES!” she screamed as I went pounded her pussy.

  The animal in me was freed, I began fucking her with hard and strong strokes. Her pussy felt so good. She took his dick back into her mouth and made loud muffled moans. Her moans were driving me crazy. I Jack hammered her pussy and watched the ripples travel along her cheeks.

  “Fuck me!” She muffled, Leo’s dick still fully in her mouth.

  I changed my tempo into a slower-harder-deeper stroke, making sure she felt my cock all the way in. My pelvic slammed so hard against her ass that her legs wobbled in her heels. She popped out Leo’s dick to get some air; she took two deep breaths, spat all over his dick and shoved it back into her mouth. I pulled her all the way onto my dick, then Leo pulled her head forward all the way onto his, and that’s how Leo and I took turns pushing her forward and pulling her back. She loved it!

  “Yes! Fuck me like the whore I am.”

  I looked at Leo and he looked back, we nodded our heads in unison. I pulled out and Leo pushed off her head. I grabbed her head and pushed my cock down her throat, hoping it would hurt. She looked me in the eye with my cock all the way in her mouth and tried to smile. “Is that all you got?” She mocked me; her words were barely comprehendible. She gargled on my cock and saliva drooled out her mouth.

  “That’s how you want it? Okay.” I said.

  Leo spanked her ass hard from the other end, and each time he spanked her; she would flinch and smile. “Harder!” She moaned.

  She took my dick and gave it a long wet lick from the base to the head. I slapped her in the face. “Spit on it.” She obeyed. That got me pumped; I slapped her harder. “Don’t fucking breathe until I tell you to!” I started fucking her mouth and hitting her. “Okay, you can breathe now.”

  “Thank you.” She replied.

  “Shut up!” I slapped her. “Suck my balls.” She spat on my balls and took them in. “You better not let me feel your teeth.”

  Leo was on the other side grunting and fucking her from behind while I was stroking my dick. “Get ready to take my cum on your face.”

  She pouted. “I want to taste your juice. Please let me swallow it.” She licked her lips. “Please. Please.”

  “Fine.” I stroked harder. “Open up, it’s coming.”

  She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue in anticipation.

  “Ahh!” I busted my load in her mouth. Fuck, that was a heavy creamy load!

  She smiled as if she had won; she played with my sperm in her mouth then swallowed with one big gulp, then licked her lips like she didn’t want to waste a drop. Leo pulled out and shouted “Get over here!” She did as he commanded; she closed her eyes and took his cum all over her face. For a second I thought Leo was going to faint; he came hard and desperately tried to catch his breath.

  I gave her the kerchief I had in my back pocket to wipe her face. “You need a ride home?” I asked her.

  “No thanks, my friends are inside the club, I’ll just wait till they get out.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay. It was nice meeting you Sarah.” That felt weird to say, I don’t know why.

  “It was nice meeting you too…” She forgot my name.

  “Ryan.” I told her.

  She smiled. “Bye Ryan.”

  Chapter Three

  Mia

  “Should we use design one or two?” Leonardo asked.

  “I think number 2 would be more efficient. “ I replied.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought too.”

  We were back inside the coffee shop, working on the project as usual. It became such a ritual to come here every morning that it seemed our seats were reserved for us; there was never anybody in our seats. They knew what coffee we wanted before we even opened our mouths and they addressed us by our first names. I liked it here, for a lot of reasons.

  My life was going good and I appreciated every moment of it. The last year was a disaster for me; I got fired and my ex fiancé—the woman I loved with all my heart— left me, and I was left to drown in the depths of my depression. Getting up on my feet wasn’t easy but I got there. And having a good friend certainly helped me a lot. On the outside, Leonardo may seem like a really shallow guy, a womanizer, a jerk or just a plain outright dog, but he was there for me when no one else was. He believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself. I owe that man, my friend, my brother.

  Leonardo tapped me on my shoulder. “Look over there.”

  “Where?” I asked. Then I saw the woman with the messy bun taking a seat at the table beside the window. She wore a floral skirt this time, which I was disappointed in because I was looking forward to admiring her ass. I looked at my watch and she was right on time as I expected; ten o’clock. It was safe to say that I am a creep.

  “Go over there. You stare at her every day. If you don’t, then one day you are going to look back at this moment and regret it. ” He said.

  “It’s just a silly admiration, nothing more.”

  “I’m just saying, what if you came in one morning and she wasn’t there, how would you feel?”

  I would feel pretty messed up to be honest. She’s all I can think about since lately, even when I’m with other women. I have a lot regrets in my past, I won’t add this one to that long unbearable list. “You’re right. I’m going over there.”

  “That’s the spirit.”

  I sipped my coffee and got up. I had no idea what I was going to say or do; I just hoped I wasn’t going to embarrass myself, which seemed really likely. “Hey, is this seat taken?” I pointed to the empty chair in front of her.

  She looked up from her IPad. “No, not at all.” She gave me a pleasant smile and returned her focus to her IPad.

  I took a seat and at that point I felt like anything I say would bother her. I didn’t come here for nothing. “To be honest, I think you are really cute, that is why I came over here. “ I was being as straight forward as I could be.

  “Is that so?” She giggled.

  “Yes. I’m fond of you, even down to the smallest detail.”

  “That’s sweet.” She sipped her coffee and I could tell I had her attention now, and then she licked her lips. God i loved when she did that. “I have seen you here before… many times actually, so why tell me now?”

  “Because…” I thought about if I should say what I’m about to say. I didn’t want to scare her away. “… I feared that one day I would never see you again and I’ll regret it.”

  She thought about what I just said and replied “So basically, you did not want to regret what could have been.” She cleared her throat. “So what do you think can actually happen?”

  Damn. She’s good. I felt so dissected and bare.” I don’t know, but I hope it ends with you agreeing to go on a date with me.”

  She laughed. “Well then, I guess we’ll see.”

  We shared a smile. “I’m Ryan.” I reached my hand over the table.

  “Mia.” She replied and shook my hand.

  “So what do you have there?” I nodded at the Ipad.

  “It just this book I’m reading.”

  “Oh yeah, what is it about?”

  “It’s kind of dumb, you’re just going to laugh.”

  “No. I won’t.”

  “Okay, it’s about a wife that found out her husband was cheating on her but he doesn’t know that she knows. She decides to confront the woman that her husband is cheating on her with and the wife somehow falls in love with this woman—“

  I laughed.

  “— hold on, let me finish… The wife and the woman are seeing each other behind the husband’s back and now, they’re planning to kill the husband so the wife can get all his assets.”

  “Wow… That’s stupid.”

  She goes into an uncontrollable laughter. “I told you! It’s really entertaining though.” Her cheeks got really red.

  I like a woman who likes to read, it adds a whole other dimensi
on to their personality. They see the world a bit different, if you get what I mean. My ex fiancé used to curl up under the sheet and read her books. I remember waking in the mornings and seeing her there, so focused in the world that she was in, no movement, fully in a state of peace. ‘I would love if someone wrote about me’ she said one early morning. I asked why, she said. ‘So I could live forever.’ Well, now you have wish, bitch.

  “So what do you do?” Mia asked.

  “I’m working on a start up.”

  “That’s so cool. What is it about?”

  “A banking app.” I lied. We were close on finishing our project; there was no way I was going to tell anyone. “So what do you do?”

  “Nothing as cool as what you do. I work at a nine-to- five that I loathe and bitch about every day because all i do is crunch numbers. I want more out my life. I keep telling myself that ‘every morning I wake is an opportunity for a fresh start’. I’m just hoping for the day I actually believe it.”

  She intrigued me, there was a subtle mystique about her. She did some familiar things that my ex fiancée used to do. Maybe it was her body movements, the way she talked or that messy bun. Is this the reason I find her so attractive? I hope they aren’t too familiar, it would be sad to know that under that beautiful face is a vile, cold and not to forget; heartless woman. You hurt me so bad. How could you break my heart and leave me sick like that.