by Izzy Slam
I don’t remember the last time I saw Callie, but I’m damn sure she didn’t have curves that would bring a man to his knees. But the way she looks now? Holy fuck, she’s making me feel much younger than my forty-five years. If I had her in my bed, with that young and creamy flesh, I would go all night.
I catch up with some of the guys, keeping a watchful eye on Callie. She seems to be having fun with her friend, and when the two of them get up and dance to a pop song, I can feel my cock stiffen. I can tell she’s innocent. Fuck, it’s written all over her face.
And great goddamn… that youthful energy and all those curves bouncing as she shows off her moves makes me want to take her right there on the makeshift dance floor. Not sure how Dan would feel about that, though, watching me fuck his all-grown-up princess around this crowd. I know it sounds animalistic, but that’s how this 18-year-old girl is making me feel.
And speaking of Dan, he’s coming my way right now. I can tell he’s had a little more than his usual one or two beers. “Hey, buddy. I’m glad you showed up tonight. I wanted to work out a payment plan with you.”
“At this point, my friend, I’d agree to about anything you could afford.”
“Oh? That’s really good to hear,” he answers, clicking his beer bottle into my glass of scotch. “Honestly, I’m not sure I can swing much more than a hundred a month.”
I give him a look, and he holds up his hands in a guilt-ridden self-defense. “I know how all this looks. But Callie’s party didn’t set me back as much as it looks. Her aunt did all the cooking, and the DJ is just taking tips. I think in about six months, I can bump it up to maybe two or three hundred.”
I put a hand on his shoulder. “Dan, seriously, whatever you can pay me is fine. Hell, at this point, considering what you owe, I might be down for other forms of payback.”
“No shit?” He lifts his brows. “You name it, I’ll do it. I know I’m in over my head.”
I pull Dan aside, not wanting anyone to hear the details of our financial involvement. “I’d say you are definitely in over your head. You’ve borrowed almost a hundred Gs from me, and for what? Just to lose it all to some gambling addiction?”
“I know, I know,” he says, rubbing his forehead and flicking his gaze to his daughter.
I’m sure he feels bad, but hell. Callie needs someone she can count on to take care of her. Not gamble her future away. She should be thinking about a college education. But I know that’s not something Dan can afford. Not right now.
When she scans her eyes our way, she first looks at her dad, then at me. Her face is filled with something I’m all too familiar with: desire.
My ex once told me I exude sexual energy, that I command women’s attention. Of course, she also liked to throw it in my face that these “sluts practically trip over their feet to fall all over me.” But I don’t ask for it, nor do I try to get most women’s attention.
I do try to work it to my advantage, though, if the situation is called for. Especially if it’s been a while since I’ve had some good pussy.
And in Callie’s face, the way she is looking at me, I can see she wants me as much as I want her.
“I know you want to stop pissing money away. And I think I can help, in a way that both of us win.”
“Hey, if it’s doable, I’m game. You know I am.”
I turn to face him, look him square in the eye, and tell him what I want. “Get yourself in a treatment program, one of my choosing. And in addition, I only want one more thing from you.”
“Anything, just name it.”
He looks so sincere. I can’t wait to see how he’ll react. I lock eyes with Callie as I tell him.
“Your daughter’s hand in marriage. Right away.”
~Callie~
I don’t know what my dad and Granger are talking about, but it seems serious. Especially after the look my dad gives me. He runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head back and forth, adamantly refusing …. something. But Granger, he’s not moving his eyes away from me.
It’s hard to describe how he’s making me feel. Weak in the knees and butterflies in the pit of my stomach are two phrases that come to mind. I haven’t felt this way about any guy, ever. And I’m not sure why it would be hitting me in the presence of an older man. Granger made it pretty big with a tech investment company, so I know he’s worth a lot. But I don’t care about that. And I’ve never understood gold digging women. I mean, if there isn’t a connection and intense chemistry, what’s the point? Money can’t buy everything.
So, am I genuinely attracted to this older man? My dad’s best friend? And is that why he keeps looking at me? Because he can tell I want him?
“Hey, I’m going to go upstairs and call my mom to check on her. She wasn’t feeling well when I left.”
“No problem,” I tell Becca. “I’ll come up with you and get dad’s digital camera. I think he left it on the kitchen table.”
We have to walk past my dad and Granger, and I can feel both their eyes on me as we pass. I pause and turn around when I get halfway up the stairs, and Granger’s watching me as he takes a sip of his drink. I feel my knees buckle again, then dart the rest of the way to the main floor.
“Good god, who is that man?” Becca asks as I shut the basement door.
“Who?”
She snorts and rolls her eyes. “The one talking to your dad? Who’s been staring a hole in you since he got here?”
I feel my cheeks blush. Another thing that never happens. When the fuck do I blush?
“One of my dad’s childhood friends. Why?”
She lightly taps me on the arm. “Because he’s been staring a hole in you all night! And fuck, girl. He’s gorgeous! Please, oh please tell me you’re going to fuck him and report every detail to me.”
My jaw drops. “I’m not going to fuck him. I just told you he’s my dad’s best friend. He’s, I don’t know, off limits.”
Becca pulls a face and shakes her head. “Your dad doesn’t have to know. Let him pop that cherry. Trust me when I say the older ones know what the hell they’re doing.”
Becca knows what she’s talking about. She recently slept with several of our former teachers. But she turned eighteen six months ago. She’s, like, way ahead of me in the sexual department.
“Go call your mom while I get the camera,” I laugh.
“I’m just saying,” she adds, dramatically throwing a hand in the air as she walks to my room down the hall.
I can’t help but laugh, and I think about it as I walk into the kitchen to get dad’s camera. I don’t have any lovers to compare like she does. But I’ve heard the regular complaints from my friends about how their boyfriends rush through to the finish without taking their time. Becca has made it clear on more than one occasion that older men enjoy taking their time.
But Granger and me, well, we’re as different as night and day. He would never want an inexperienced girl like me, especially when a guy like him could have any woman he wanted.
“You are so goddamn sexy.”
I spin on my heels when I hear his voice, nearly dropping the camera from my hands. His eyes sweep over me as he steps my way, making me wonder what he’s thinking.
“I am?” I watch as he licks his lips, stopping in front of me and cupping my face with his rugged hands.
“Yes. Good god, yes.”
“I—thank you, Mr. Stevens.” It seems so weird to be calling him that, especially with the way he’s making me feel right now.
As if reading my mind, he tells me to call him Granger. “Mr. Stevens was fine when you were a little girl. But I think we both know that you’re not a little girl anymore, are you?”
I feel the heat between us as he slips a hand to the back of my neck.
“As of today, no,” I breathe. “I’m not a little girl.”
“You still have that innocence about you, though, don’t you? Despite the fact that you’re a grown woman with a body that’s making it hard, so hard, for me to be a g
entleman…”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, feeling the urge build between my legs as he stares at me with hunger blazing in his eyes. I feel so … beneath his league. I can’t help but wonder what he wants with me. Plenty of women have nice bodies. Why would he want his best friend’s daughter?
“Thank you for the compliment, but … I should probably check on my friend,” I tell him, too nervous to allow this to progress any further than intense flirtation.
“Your friend is fine,” he says, letting his hands slide down to my lower back as he pulls me close. “Let’s just have a few moments alone, sweetheart.”
Grangers leans down and presses his nose to my neck as I glide my hands up the front of him, noticing his hard chest through his dress shirt. I can smell him, all spicy and manly, and it makes me so fucking wet.
His nose brushes my ear and he pulls me so close that I can feel his erection struggling to get free as it flinches against my belly.
“Granger,” I whisper, my upper body leaning away from him and my lower half aching to feel him take me quickly.
“Fuck, Callie, you’re making me so hard,” he growls, letting his hands move lower to cup my ass.
I can’t help but let out a soft moan, thinking I should push him away, I should stop this. But the other part wants to let go, to explore whatever it is he wants to do.
But my dad is right downstairs. And if he saw what his best friend was doing, he’d lose his shit.
“My dad is going to see us. We …. we can’t,” I tell him, pressing my palms to his chest.
When he ignores me and starts kissing my neck, my nipples pucker up deliciously tight underneath my dress. His teeth bite into my flesh, making me tremble.
And then, just like that, he stops and moves slowly away, wiping the corner of his lips and trailing his eyes over me once again.
“Your arousal is plain to see, sweetheart,” he says, nodding to my chest where I know two little pebbles are poking through the fabric.
I stand there panting, feeling conflicted about the fact that he listened to me and actually stopped. I glance at his crotch and notice the length of his cock, wishing I could catch just a glimpse of it.
“Enjoy your last night alone, darling.”
“Last night? Alone? I don’t understand.”
His smile, and the confidence with which he holds my gaze, makes me tremble.
“I’m coming for you tomorrow. Your father will just have to understand.”
He disappears from the kitchen, leaving me standing there holding the camera in a sex-hazed stupor. It’s only once he’s gone that I notice Becca hiding in the darkness of the dining room. She must have come in here and seen us, then slipped away to hide and watch.
“Oh. My. God,” she says, peering off into his direction.
When we hear the basement door close, she drops her mouth and fans herself.
“What the hell was that?” I say, leaning back against the table to steady my legs.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. And I’ve watched a lot of porn.”
I know my best friend is trying to be funny, but I’m still trying to process what Granger just said.
“Do you think he’s serious?”
Becca snorts and shakes her head.
“What exactly does that mean? That he’s coming for me?”
She grips me by the shoulders and bores her eyes into mine. “It means he’s gonna fuck you senseless, girl. And he doesn’t give a fuck what your daddy thinks of it. Oh my god, that is so hot. We have to get back downstairs so you can flirt with him the rest of the night.”
Taking me by the hand and dragging me back to the basement, Becca is being the assertive girl I know and love. The music is blaring and a few other friends of mine have arrived to help me ring in my official adulthood.
Dad comes to me and takes the camera from my hands, thanking me for remembering to get it. He then pulls me close and puts his lips to my ear. “I want you to have fun tonight, honey. Have a drink and just cut loose. Let your friends crash here, too. Tonight, it’s all about you.”
He kisses me on the cheek, and I can tell he’s had a bit too much to drink, but I’m glad he’s cutting loose, too. Maybe he won’t notice the way Granger is looking at me, or how I look at him.
I end up pouring a glass of wine and drinking it a little fast, I think because my nerves are just shot. Granger and what he said scares me. Not in a bad way or anything. But the thought of him coming back here tomorrow to … what, exactly? Take me to dinner? Or take me to his place and keep me forever?
Enjoy your last night alone…
I can’t stop thinking about this.
And I especially can’t help how excited it makes me.
~Granger~
I think I rattled Callie a little bit. And that certainly wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to plant that little seed—the one that will bloom over the next few days, when she becomes my wife.
I cannot take my eyes off her, and Dan notices. I know deep down he’s not thrilled with the prospect of exchanging his debt for his daughter. But he also practically salivated at the lips when I told him I’d wipe his debt clean.
“She’s still a virgin, Granger. You better treat her right.”
I had to hold back a chuckle at that. Does he really think I wouldn’t hesitate to kill a man who even made her shed one tear? Callie will never know sadness. She’ll never know pain. She’ll never want for a thing. I’ll give her everything she needs and then some.
Especially in the bedroom, or wherever the fuck I want to take her.
I love watching her have fun with her friends, and I love the way her cheeks turn rosy red when she sees me watching her. She sucks down a glass of wine with a little speed then hops to the dance floor to show me what she’s got. But within a few minutes, the DJ switches to a slow song. And that’s when I swoop in.
She and her friends start laughing but the moment I slide in front of her and wrap an arm around her waist, they disappear in a flurry.
Callie pulls in a rushed breath and looks up at me in shock, her small hands pressed to my chest.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I hold her close and move to the rhythm.
“I’m dancing. People do it all the time, and it’s actually considered normal, so relax and have fun.”
A few other couples soon join us, and I flick my gaze at Dan. He’s eyeing me as he takes a sip of his drink, and I give him a quick nod, letting him know I’m claiming what’s mine.
If he were to change his mind, it wouldn’t matter. Callie wants me. I can feel it in the way she clings to me as she pretends she’s trying to pull away.
“I’ve never slow danced,” she says, looking up at me with those tender eyes and dimpled cheeks.
“I’m going to be your first for lots of things, sweetheart.”
She drags the edge of her teeth over her lower lip. “Like?”
I chuckle and press her head to my chest so I can talk right into her ear. “Oh, I don’t know, like kiss you a thousand different ways, touch you the way you’ve ached to be touched, and love you like you’ve never thought possible.”
Her fingers grip my shirt. I can feel her heart beating against me, and it makes me hard.
Fuck.
She wants to hear more.
“I’m going to take my time with you, licking that tender body until you cum over and over, worshiping every inch between your legs.”
My dick twitches in my pants, and I can feel her clinging to me tighter, moving closer as our feet move in perfect synchronicity through the song.
“And then, when I’m done, I’ll hold you until my arms go numb.”
She angles her head up at me, her eyes wide and hopeful. I tangle my fingers through her long strands and tighten my grip, forcing her to gasp softly.
“I know what I want when I see it. And I want you. Forever.”
Callie blinks at me several times, and it’s all
I can do to keep my lips from crashing against hers. Fuck, she smells so good, feels so good in my arms. I can’t wait to taste her on our wedding night, feel her lips on mine right before those same lips that kiss me wrap around my hard cock and drink me down.
I nudge my erection into her belly at the end of the song, and I hear her whimper softly. But the moment the song is over, and I plant an innocent kiss on the top of her head, I have to beeline it to the small bathroom to hide what a perverted man I am, to get rid of the evidence, at least for now.
I tug out my dick and stroke it a few times, letting a white-hot stream of fluid burst out into the palm of my hand, growling in the back of my throat as I imagine emptying inside of my girl. I feel selfish tonight because I really don’t want to wait several days for her.
I want her right the fuck now.
I wash up and decide that the only way I will get through this is to clear out of here and get started on making my plans. But before leaving, I make it a point to remind Dan of what he needs to do.
He looks a little haggard as I approach him, so I grip his arm tightly.
“Don’t forget what we worked out. I’ll be in touch tomorrow, first thing, with all the details.”
He nods and sways to the side a little.
“And for God’s sake, switch to coffee. This is your daughter’s birthday. Not a bachelor party.”
I give Callie one final glance before I leave, and she takes one step my way. I think she wants to follow me outside, but I give her a swift shake of the head.
Not tonight. Not until she’s my wife.
~Callie~
I can hardly sleep all night thinking of Granger, of his hands roaming my body, of his lips against my neck. It was one hell of a birthday party, and the sexiest way I could ever imagine turning eighteen. He even gave me this little heart-shaped necklace that I adore.
Several of my friends ended up spending the night, but they all left early to go home or to their jobs. Becca was the last to leave, making me promise to tell her what happens.