“Then, you wouldn’t have had your daughter,” she guesses.
“Right.”
“My daughter is the best thing that ever happened to me,” I tell her. “And you’re in a very close second place.”
She shakes her head while partly rolling her eyes, but I stop her.
“Seriously,” I tell her. “I haven’t known love other than with you. But I could never be here today telling you about all of this if I didn’t have my daughter. She saved my life. I wanted to be a strong man for her. And, since I’m telling you everything, part of me always hoped we’d get back together.”
“Oh yeah?”
She raises her eyebrows at me.
“I know, I know,” I tell her. “Then why did I wait for our chance meeting instead of making it happen?”
She nods.
“Because I was a pussy,” I confess. “I kept telling myself you’d never forgive me. You’d never understand about my daughter. I thought for sure you’d moved on, found a good guy, gotten married. But I stalked your Facebook, and didn’t see any traces of a guy. So I had hope in the back of my mind that somehow I’d get my act together and get you back. Now that I had the opportunity, I wasn’t going to let you walk away again. I had to come tell you how I feel.”
She laughs.
“You stalked my Facebook?”
“Guilty.”
“I can’t say I didn’t try the same with you,” she says, blushing.
“But I don’t have a public Facebook page,” I tell her. “I just go by a pseudonym so I can stalk other people. I’m not sure I believe in social media.”
“Well, you sure made it a lot harder to find anything out about you,” she says, smiling.
I pull her into my lap and start kissing her.
“That’s because I needed to tell you all about it myself. Because I still love you. I always have.”
She kisses me back, with ferocious intensity, and then she says the four words I’m dying to hear:
“I still love you too.”
Chapter 12 – Emily
I love Wade too. I really do. I’ve always known it and now I’ve finally told him.
“And now, Emily, it’s time for me to take care of some unfinished business between us,” he says.
I smile at him.
“Is it, now?”
He picks me up and carries me to my bedroom. It seems effortless on his behalf, and I feel like I’m back in high school again.
Once we’re there, he slips his hand back under my skirt, just like it had been earlier.
“I need to check and see how you’re really feeling. And how much you really me to take your virginity. Because I want to make it as good for you as I possibly can.”
He inserts a finger under my panties and right into my pussy. I’m so wet that my juices slide all over his fingers.
“You really do want me to pop your cherry,” he says, as if there were any question in either of our minds. I rather like the process he’s going through, though; it makes everything seem more innocent and mysterious. “Very good. But I need to inspect you first, and make sure you have your virginity. Please remove your blouse.”
“Remove my…?”
I’m not sure how he would inspect anything up there that would confirm my virginity. But I guess we have to start somewhere. And it’s as if I’m in a trance and must obey what he says. I unbutton the front of the shirt part of the uniform and peel it off, so that I’m only wearing my bra.
“Oh, you won’t need that,” he says. “In fact, let me have it.”
I remove my bra and hand it to him. He stares at my naked breasts and then puts his hands on them.
“Large yet firm,” he says, approvingly. “Just as I remember them being.”
He takes my nipples between his fingers and rubs them, and I can’t help but let a gasp of pleasure escape my lips.
“I just want a little taste.”
He puts one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks on it.
“Oh my God,” I moan, leaning in to him, wanting him to take me right here and now.
But he backs up and gives me another command.
“And now your panties please. Hand them over.”
I reach under my skirt but he says, “No. Bend over and do it. I need to check out your ass too. I need to check out everything. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen all of you.”
I turn around and bend down, so that my ass is sticking up and out from under the skirt. He slaps my ass and then takes my ass cheeks in both of his hands. I’m incredibly turned on by the fact that I’m completely exposed to him. He can see anything he wants, and do anything he wants, too.
“Very good. This is still such a great ass. It’s so amazing.”
He holds my thong over to the side and inserts two fingers into my pussy as he keeps the other hand on my ass. He rubs his fingers back and forth and pushes them deep inside me.
“Ouch!” I cry.
“Sorry,” I immediately say, because I want him to keep doing that, but it just hurts.
“Don’t be sorry. There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. With waiting for me all this time.”
He’s right. I’ve been waiting for him. That’s why I’ve never had sex with anyone else.
“You’re my little virgin, aren’t you?” he asks, rubbing his finger up and down my clit and the inner lips of my pussy, making my legs quiver.
“Yes.”
“You sure are,” he says.
He comes up close behind me… so close that I can feel his hard cock on the back of my ass and pussy.
“Now give me your panties.”
I step out of my panties and hand them to him. He puts them in his pocket, leaving my bra on the floor where it had fallen. I feel a chill of excitement running through me.
I can’t wait for him to take my virginity. I just want his fingers back in my pussy, and his cock pressing up against my ass again. I want him to make me feel like he did back in high school, and just earlier today in his office, but even better.
He puts his hands on me again and I’m so grateful I can’t help but moan.
“There you go,” he says, spreading my pussy open wide so he can see it again. “Here’s your sweet little virgin cunt. It’s all mine for the taking, finally.”
I like how he’s talking so dirty to me. It’s different than he was while we were in the office. Now that he’s finally going to pop my cherry.
“It’s all yours for the taking,” I repeat.
“What is?” he asks, in an authoritative, convincing voice.
“My sweet little virgin cunt.”
He picks me up with his strong arms and places me on the bed. He takes off his shirt to reveal his six pack abs, his completely toned pecs and tribal tattoos. He is just as sexy as I remember him being when we were younger— if not even more sexy.
He takes off his pants so that I can see his cock— as wide and long as I remember it being, and seemingly even more so. I wrap my hand around it and lick its head. Then I take it all in my mouth and suck on it. It’s been so long since my mouth was on his cock. I hope I’m doing it well enough.
“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock,” Wade says, raising his hips to thrust it deeper into my mouth.
I try not to choke as I suck his dick as hard as I can.
“You’re my dirty little virgin,” he says, as he slaps my ass and then my pussy while I play with his shaft and suck the head of his cock.
Then I move my head down to suck on his balls while he thrusts his fingers into my pussy.
“I love to feel your pussy,” he says. “It’s so nice and tight. I’m so lucky that you’re still a virgin. That you waited for me.”
He pulls my hair so that my face is shoved even further into his cock. I love how rough he’s being, how in charge and sure of himself.
He pulls his cock out of my mouth and plays with it some, slapping it on my face— but not too hard— and jerking off all over my breasts.
> “I love how you sucked my cock like the slutty little virgin you are for me. It was so good I almost came. But there’s something else I need to do. It’s time now, Emily.”
He lifts me off the bed and turns me around. I nod my head to signal that I’m ready for him. Like I have been for the past five years. I’m at his command and will do whatever he tells me to do.
This is it, I think. I’m finally losing my virginity. To the love of my life.
My pussy drips with anticipation until I feel I can barely take it anymore.
He unwraps a condom and says, “I’m going to fuck your sweet little pussy now. I’m going to take your virginity, which has been mine all along.”
Once the condom is on and he’s standing behind me, I feel his large cock up against me once again.
Finally, I feel his cock enter my pussy. It slides smoothly inside me but hits a bump and then keeps going. I let out a gasp, because it hurts, but in a good way.
“My sweet little virgin,” he says, running his hands up and down my ass and back and then squeezing my ass while he thrusts his cock in and out of my pussy. “This is what I’ve been wanting to do to you for so long.”
“I’ve been wanting it too,” I tell him.
I lean back and relax as I gyrate against his cock inside my pussy. I feel so amazingly good I can hardly stand it.
“Oh, my God, Wade, I’m coming,” I cry out, as I come all over.
It feels so good that I feel like I might fall over. He steadies me with his arms and says, “Come on my cock, Emily. Come as much as you want.”
I grind my pussy against his cock while he pumps it in and out of me until I finish coming.
“This feels so good, Emily,” he says. “This feels even better than I thought it would.”
He’s grunting now as he thrusts his cock deeper into my pussy. I feel a pulsing sensation that drives me to ecstasy again. I hear him say, “I’m going to come, Emily,” and at the same time, I tell him, “I’m coming again. I’m coming on your cock.”
We reach climax at the same time. I look back and up into his eyes and I’m met with him staring back down at me.
“This is amazing,” he says. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I tell him, leaning back into his muscular chest and resting my head on h is broad shoulder. “I love you so much.”
“That’s good,” he says. “Because you’re all mine. I claimed you the way I should have a long time ago. All your curves and your entire voluptuous body are mine and only mine.”
“I want to be yours,” I tell him, feeling my pussy dripping wet, aching and throbbing from the pleasure he just gave me. “I want to be with you for good.”
“That’s good,” he says, as he spins me around and keeps looking at me. “Because there’s one more thing that I forgot to tell you.”
“What’s that?” I ask him.
“Well, I think it was pretty obvious that I wasn’t expecting my daughter to come to the office today, nor her mother either,” he says.
I nod, and gulp, wondering what he’s going to say next.
“The reason she showed up was to tell me that she just got a job offer in Texas.”
“I see.”
I don’t say anything else because I’m afraid to say the wrong thing. I’m not sure what this means. He’s moving to Texas? He’s staying here and has to fight for custody of his daughter?
“Like I said, things have always been pretty amicable between us, so she came to ask if I’d be okay with Charity finishing out the school year here so as not to disrupt her life too much,” Wade continues. “After that, we’ll take it from there and decide how custody should be arranged.”
“So, she’ll be living with you?” I ask. “Full time?”
I suppose I don’t know how this is different from whatever arrangement they had before, since I didn’t even know he had a daughter until today. But I like that he’s stepping up to the plate and taking care of his responsibilities. I’m just not sure what it means for us.
“For now,” he says. “Which is a bit more than the 50/50 custody deal we currently have. I know it will be a big adjustment for both you and Charity but I’d really like to try to make this work. I want— no, I need— both of you in my life.”
“I want that too,” I tell him.
“Okay then, it looks like things will work out well for us after all. Finally.”
“Finally,” I say, smiling up at him.
I need to shower and head to class, although I wish I could lie in bed with Wade for the rest of the day, basking in our new— or, old turned new again— relationship. But I have a feeling they’ll be plenty of time for that later.
I can’t wait to call Jessica back and tell her that I got that second chance we weren’t so sure I would get. And also, my happily ever after with Wade.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
“I’m so happy to be celebrating the completion of your project and your Master’s Degree,” Professor James tells our class.
We’re at dinner, and Stacy is beside me.
“I really like how you added in the app stuff,” Stacy Peterson tells me, chewing a bit too loudly on her salad. “That’s what got us more investors, I think.”
That and the fact that my boyfriend is a billionaire and got his billionaire buddies to donate money, I think, but I don’t say it.
Even though Stacy is still annoying, I get along with her a lot better these days. Among many other things, Wade has taught me not to judge a book by its cover. Not everyone is what they seem to be on the surface.
Once I got to know Stacy and talked to her about her motivations and goals, I realized she wasn’t in this class just because she was hot for teacher. Sure, I think, as I see her batting her eyes in his direction, that’s definitely part of it. But she also has a real desire to help her community— all parts of it, rich and poor. And for that she is a better person than I started off being, before Wade came back into my life and changed me for the better.
“Congratulations, Emily,” Charity says, in her sing-songy voice. Her blond curls bounce up and down as she bobs her head. She is so friggin’ cute.
She turned five years old not too long ago, and she and I get along great. Wade is certainly a good father who, with the help of her mother, has raised her to be charming, witty and kind.
“Why thank you, Charity,” I tell her, and then Wade raises his wine glass to me.
“To our future,” he says. “And our past.”
“Cheers.”
Our glasses clink and we smile at each other.
“Well, I’m going to head out,” Professor James announces. “But thank you all for the hard work you’ve put into this program. It’s been the most successful one yet, in terms of its launch, and now we just have to do the hard work of running it.”
I’m going to be the Director, and I’m so excited. Even though it means leaving the cushy job I’ve had at Covington Enterprises for the past six months. It’s okay, though, since I can go there any time I miss it— since I happen to be dating the founder.
One by one, my classmates get up to leave. Some are going to Effex, a popular night club downtown, to celebrate the end of the semester and of our entire graduate program. But Wade and I have Charity to take care of, and there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing right now than that.
Next week, she’ll go to her mother’s for the summer and Wade and I will be free to do all the partying we desire. But we’ll probably just take advantage of the opportunity to have a lot of sex, which is all I really want to do. As I see him wink at me, I know the feeling is mutual. Charity’s a great kid, but Wade and I could use some one on one time.
Soon, it’s just Wade and Charity and I at the table and I’ve said goodbye to all my classmates who have left. Charity is a notoriously slow eater, her latest hobby being mixing all her food together in the middle of her plate and then separating it back out again along the edges, according to type: veg
etables, which she says are “yucky,” potatoes, which are “yummy,” and meat, which is “A-okay.”
But as Wade clears his throat and looks at me with a gleam in his eye, it begins to dawn on me that Charity’s crazy toddler eating habits aren’t the only reason we’re still sitting her.
“Emily,” he says, that handsome dimple of his appearing when he smiles. “I have had the best six months with you, after five long years of being a part. I want to make sure we’re never apart again.”
“Hey!” Charity says, a similar dimple appearing in her cheek. Like father, like daughter. “I’ve had a good six months too!”
“Yes you have, honey,” Wade says, smiling at her now. “And that’s why I want you to be a part of this.”
He turns his gaze back to me.
“Emily, I’ve already talked to your dad on the phone but I want to make sure I have Charity’s blessing too. Because I want us to be a family.”
“Oh, my God,” I practically shriek, tears welling up in my eyes. “Oh, my God.”
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