by Kelsey King
Levi shakes his head before he downs the rest of the drink. I reach for him, but within seconds he grabs my hands and holds them in front of his chest.
“Fuck, I want to Oakley. It’s all I’ve been able to think about. I want to make you come with everything inside me. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock as I take you in various positions—but we can’t. I’m friends with your parents. You’re Vayda’s best friend. I’m twice your age. Can you imagine what they’d say and how it’d look?”
“I don’t care how it’d look, Levi,” I tell him honestly. “I care about how I feel when you touch me and whenever we’re near each other.”
His grip tightens on my arm, and I gasp softly before he relaxes his hold. “This can’t happen, Oakley. It just can’t.”
I move a little closer and grind my hips against his erection. "Is that your opinion or his?" I ask with a sly smile as I rub my hips even harder against his thick arousal.
“We’d be judged, by everyone. You’re too young, too alluring…” Levi lets out a gruff laugh before he widens his eyes and lowers his voice to a furious whisper. “For fuck sakes, Oakley. I’ve never taken a woman when Vayda was home, and you have me considering fucking you right here on the kitchen counter." He releases a groan, obviously just as worked up as I am.
Heat spreads to the apex of my thighs at his words. If I wanted an admission, I just got one. This isn’t one-sided. I lean up on my toes, my mouth a whisper away from his. “If you’re done with all the reasons why we can’t do this, here’s a reason why we should.”
I slowly glide my lips against his, feeling the same electric connection we had in the bathroom. His hands relax around my wrists, leaving my hands free to explore as he grabs under my ass and lifts me off the floor to straddle his waist.
My tongue slips into his mouth, and I can taste the brandy. I moan into his mouth as his erection pushes against my panties, desperately pleading for release. I savor his touch, wanting and needing more. These aren’t the careful and hesitant hands of a boy, but the hands of a man that knows how to drive a woman wild.
Our tongues duel in the darkness of the kitchen, my breasts pressed against his hard chest as I thread my hands through his dark, thick hair.
“Goddammit, Oakley. I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting you,” Levi murmurs against my lips.
I slide down and hope my quivering legs will hold my weight as I rub my thumb over my lower lip. “Then don’t.”
Levi stares at me, tucking pieces of hair behind my ear as we gaze at one another. “You should go back to bed.” He flashes me a wink, and I know he’s barely holding onto his self-control.
The glass of water is long forgotten I head back upstairs wondering what I ‘ve just started. I slip into bed without making a sound and close my eyes allowing myself to dream of Levi and the possibility of us.
7
Levi
It’s got to stop. Deep down I know that, but I can’t seem to make the desire I feel for Oakley go away. I even went on a guy's night to a strip joint over the weekend to try and prove that Oakley isn't the only woman that turns me on; instead, it proved to be so fucking wrong.
For the past few weeks, Oakley and I have started making a conscious effort to find times to be alone. Like this afternoon…
Vayda just left for the mall to pick up a few things she needed for school. A few seconds after I heard her car pull out of the drive, I texted Oakley to come over. Judge me all you want, but I can’t stop myself from wanting to see her.
Our forbidden meet-ups aren't just about being physical, we haven't even had sex yet, but it's about the connection we share. We talk about our lives and our dreams, and of course, there is quite a bit of kissing and touching as well. But it's not the essential part of when we're together. It's the attraction, the connection that drives me to want to see her over and over again. Though the making out makes me feel like a horny teenager all over again.
That’s not to say I don’t want to screw her brains out—because I sure fucking do—but I’m not ready for that yet. Strange as it may seem, it feels different with Oakley. When it happens I know it’s going to mean something, and part of me isn’t sure I’m ready for that yet.
I hear the patio doors open and go to meet her. She’s wearing a bright yellow sundress, making her look even younger than her nineteen years. She flashes me a seductive smile and reaches for me. “I’ve missed you.”
“We saw each other last night,” I say with a smile before I wrap a hand around her neck and pull her delicious mouth to mine.
“Too long ago,” she teases.
Last night while her parents were at bridge night, I told Vayda I had to run to the store while she was watching her TV shows. We only had about thirty minutes together, but it was enough to get my fix until I could see her today. She’s like a drug I’m now addicted to; craving it and always wanting more. My body twitched for her touch, my mind missed our conversations, and my heart skipped a beat every single time I pressed my lips against hers.
If she wasn't nineteen and I wasn't her best friend's dad, I probably would've proposed by now, as crazy as it sounds. Just last night, I dreamed of sharing a life with this fantastic, energetic young woman. She makes me feel young again like I'm too old for a second chance at a happily ever after.
Our kiss starts to intensify, and I shove her against the wall, grinding my hips against hers as I caress her tits. Fuck, she drives me absolutely insane. Her scent, her touch, her beauty. She brings out a side of me I haven’t felt in years.
My hand slips between our bodies, and I start to rub her clit through her cotton panties. Her breathing hastens, and my heart starts racing. At my age, I thought everything slowed down, but with Oakley, it's like my whole body starts to speed up with the potency of youth.
I know we don’t have much time, so I want to take in as much of her as I can, but then I feel my phone buzz in my back pocket.
I pull it out of my pocket with a grunt and curse when I read the display. "Fuck!" I curse again and hold up the screen for Oakley to read. She giggles as I answer the phone.
“Hey, John,” I answer, tightly closing my eyes. How the fuck was I going to keep my cool while I had his daughter pegged against my living room wall?
“Levi, glad I caught you. I need some help moving the grill for the cookout over the weekend. Think you can come over and give me a hand?”
“Now?” I ask as Oakley starts tugging on my belt. Her small hands quickly deal with the clasp and pull my jeans down to my ankles. She gives me a wicked grin before she takes me into her mouth.
“Yeah, if you’re not busy,” he replies.
I use every ounce of control I have to respond, making sure my voice doesn’t give me away. “Sure, give me a few minutes.”
"Great, thank you. Oh, is Oakley over there?" John asks. "I can't find her, and she's not answering her phone."
I cringe and shake my head, trying not to lose my shit while Oakley’s currently on her knees, giving me a goddamn blowjob. “Nope, I haven’t seen her. Maybe she’s studying at the library?” I cringe at having to lie to him.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Okay, well see ya soon then.” John hangs up the phone just as my dick pulses and erupts into Oakley’s gorgeous mouth. She cups my balls as she sucks me dry. Stars burst in front of my eyes and my legs tense even as guilt creeps through the satisfaction.
“Fuck, Oakley. That was your dad on the phone,” I say once I regain my composure.
She laughs and licks her lips. "And? Like you said, I'm doing homework. I'm at your home, and I'm working at making you happy."
The seductive grin she gives me makes my dick want her even more. I shake my head and groan before I press her against the wall and kiss her again. I can taste myself on her lips and want to sink to my knees right now and taste her, but her dad is waiting for me.
I slide my hand down her back to slap her on the ass and let out a deep breath. “Go home, you fucking min
x.”
Just to irk me she giggles and bounces away, her dark hair leaps in her wake.
After washing my face and regaining my senses, I head over the ladder that I built for the girls years ago into John’s backyard. I find him on the patio and wonder how the hell Oakley had managed to get in without her father spotting her. She probably had to walk around the entire block and sneak in the front.
“There you are. I just need this thing to go over there. You know how Molly gets. Everything is about organization and planning. Christ, I’m sure if I let her she would even organize the fucking grass to grow at the same speed just to have everything perfect for the cookout.”
I laugh. John and Sarah's banter and complaints are endearing to me because they genuinely love each other. Rebecca had never complained about anything I did, she just went and fucked another man instead. The fact that John and Sarah could tease one another meant they had a stable relationship.
I grab onto one side of the grill and John takes the other, and we slowly start to descend from their patio down the steps toward the pool.
“Hey, daddy,” Oakley calls out as she steps out onto the patio. My grip slips and I drop my side of the grill.
“Shit, sorry John. This fucking heat is making my hands sweat,” I complain, trying to cover up the guilt that must be evident on my face.
John laughs and turns to Oakley. “Hey baby, where’ve you been?”
“The library. I met a few friends there for an early study group session before classes start back up,” Oakley answers with an innocent smile. I keep my eyes on the grass. I love her fucking study group.
“Hi, Mr. B.” she calls out to me, and I merely nod in her direction, focusing very hard on not letting my grip slip again, or my dick twitch or my feet hook on the unorganized grass, as John calls it.
By the time we’re done with moving the grill, Oakley is waiting for us on the patio. “Daddy, Mom made some lemonade for you and Mr. B.”
“Great, thanks baby,” John answers and wipes the sweat from his brow. I follow John to the patio where Oakley is reading on a sun lounger, trying my best to ignore her. Her long, tanned legs make my fingers itch to run along them before I spread them and bury myself inside her.
“Lemonade, Levi? You’d think we’d get a beer for moving that fucking giant grill.” John hands me the glass with a shake of his head, and I laugh trying not to let on that I was craving for his daughter more than a cold beer.
“You made it look so easy,” Oakley retorts from the lounger with a dazzling smile.
John laughs and shakes his head. “Because we’re men, that’s why.” He pounds his chest with a fist and releases a bear-like howl. Oakley laughs in response, but when she tucks her lips into her mouth, I know she’s thinking of other ways to make me howl.
8
Oakley
I smother my legs with lotion, making sure they’re looking extra smooth for Levi. The short daisy dukes I pulled on for the cookout is sure to get some attention, especially because of the small rip over my butt, but I don’t care about that.
The only person I hope notices is Levi.
These past few weeks have been amazing. Our affair is forbidden and secret; I’m living on the thrill and to be honest, the danger of being caught. Although I know that if we’re caught that’s going to unleash a shit storm that I’m not sure our families would ever recover from. Yet, the selfish part of me doesn’t want it to stop.
I glance at my reflection in the mirror. My thick hair falls into waves over my shoulders and the dark color suits my complexion nicely. I’ve dabbed some darker eye shadow than usual for a sultry, smokey eye. I love how it makes my green eyes seem a little more mysterious than usual.
Once I'm happy with the result, I head downstairs.
Today is mom and dad's annual cookout. They host one every summer, and only God knows why. Mom is in a tiff for an entire week beforehand, making sure everything is just right to impress the whole neighborhood and all their friends. She runs dad ragged over the lawn furniture and the position of the grill every year wanting to switch it up, and every year everything ends up exactly where it was the year before.
However, I know this year is going to be much more exciting than the last. Typically, Vayda and I hang out at the pool in our bikinis for a while before we head inside to listen to some music when all the adults start to get tipsy from drinking all afternoon.
Not this year. Today I intend to drive Levi wild. We’ve been secretly seeing each other for a few weeks, but haven’t slept together yet, though we’ve both hinted we want to. The idea makes my tummy twist and flip with excitement. I don’t know why he’s holding back when that’s exactly what I want.
I want to feel all of Levi inside me and more. Though I know his conscience is doing a great job of making him feel guilty about our affair, I don't feel guilty at all.
Okay, that's a lie. I do because it's Vayda's dad and my parent's friend, but I can't help myself. It's like I crave for his touch and his kiss. I have no interest in any other guys, and even though Andrew has asked me to reschedule our date, I just don't have any desire to be around young boys anymore. He could never size up to the man I'm seeing now.
I head out back and see a few of my parent’s friends have already arrived. I hear music playing in the background and feel the summer’s breeze as I make my way to the grill where I know Levi will be. He always hangs out with my dad at these parties, trying his best to avoid all the over-eager divorcees.
Just as I suspected, Levi stands next to my dad with a beer bottle in his hand.
“Hey, Mr. B. Hey, dad,” I greet, giving my dad a quick side hug. “You guys need me to get you another beer?”
My dad chugs down the last sip of beer, giving me a moment to glance at Levi. His eyes are roaming over my legs just as I had hoped, and I can see him clenching his jaw in frustration.
“Sure, honey.” He hands me his empty bottle before turning. “Levi, you want another one?” my dad asks, oblivious to the current pulsing between Levi and me.
“Yeah, my throat seems a little dry today,” Levi says, smiling at me.
“It’s the heat,” my dad comments without a clue at what Levi’s words really meant.
I toss Levi a quick sultry smile before I go fetch them more beers. I can feel his stare on me as I walk away and know his eyes are following my every move.
"Hey, here you are. I've been looking for you," Vayda says energetically, catching up with me. She looks about as fresh as a daisy in a white cotton summer dress.
“Hey, I’m just fetching beers for the dads,” I say, reaching into the cooler and pulling out two cold bottles.
“Well, would you look at that?” Vayda laughs, gesturing toward her dad.
I look in their direction and jealousy rips through my system. I’ve never felt this kind of jealous before, so this is not a welcome feeling. My mom is all but shoving a very attractive blonde woman at Levi. She has sharp blue eyes and long manicured nails. The pale blue dress she is wearing clings to her body like a second skin. I narrow my eyes as anger punches a hole in my sunny disposition.
I gaze down her body and see she’s wearing tan pumps. Who the hell wears heels to a cookout?
Levi laughs at something she says, and I’m about to lose my shit, but I know I have to keep it together in front of Vayda. “Who is that?”
“I have no idea. I’m glad they set up him up though. He’s been happier these last few weeks, so maybe he’ll consider dating again.”
I paste a smile on my face and curse my parents for setting Levi up with the blonde bimbo. But at least I know his happiness is due to me and not this chick.
"Hey, look who's here." Vayda's voice brings me back, and I see she's talking about the Hendersons. "I'm going to say hi and see if their son is interested in going for a very long walk…" Vayda giggles. She's had a crush on that boy for years.
Will is two years older than us and never paid her any interest, but that hasn�
��t stopped Vayda from trying. She flashes me a bright smile before heading in his direction.
I look at her retreating back and guilt washes over me. I hate that I’m lying to her, but I can’t come clean now. I grit my teeth and head over to my parents, Levi, and the blonde.
"Here you go." I offer my dad the beer and turn to Levi. "Here you go, Mr. B," I say with an overly cheery smile, but I know my eyes are flashing daggers.
“Mr. B., how cute!” The blonde bimbo quips with a high-pitched laugh. My dad smiles and tugs me into a hug.
“We’ve been neighbors with Levi forever. Oakley and his daughter are best friends; Levi is like a second dad to our Oakley here.” I smile up at my dad wondering what he would do if he knew I wanted to fuck my “second dad.”
“That’s so sweet. I’ve always appreciated a man who loves children.” Her voice is dripping with honey, making me want to gag on the sweetness.
"Well, Oakley's always been nothing but a pleasure to have around. After the divorce, she really helped Vayda get through the bad patches." Levi smiles at me briefly before he turns back to the bimbo. She trails a fake nail down his bicep, and now I want to rip her fucking nails off one by one.
“Maybe it’s time someone helped you…” This woman is fucking relentless.
Levi laughs and my mom steps into the conversation. “It is time,” she encourages, and I wince. “Levi, you should really start dating again. Penelope is a realtor and also divorced.” Mom sounds like a goddamn infomercial. Next, she’ll probably start giving Levi a list of her best character traits.
Levi glances at me briefly, knowing how uncomfortable this is for me before he smiles at Penelope. I can't stick around to hear his answer, so I turn on my heel and leave. I rush toward the house on wobbly feet, noticing that Vayda is talking to Will on the far side of the yard.
I never realized how hard it was going to be holding up the façade. We haven’t exactly talked this out or decided how we were going to come out—if at all. But I do know I want Levi and that he wants me but this is just too much.