by Amy Brent
Julian cleared his throat, looking away, and said, “Sabrina, I think we need to address the elephant in the room. I know you've always had a crush on me – ”
“Oh, it's more than a crush, Julian. Far, far more.”
“Whatever it is, I see the way you look at me. And yes, you're a gorgeous young lady, but this – you and me – we can't work. This can't happen.”
“Why not?”
“Because – ”
“Is it the age difference? Because we both know my mom is a lot younger than my father, and no one sees anything wrong with that.”
It was true. My mom was about ten years younger than my dad, but nobody said a word about it. Sure, Julian was almost twenty years older than me, but the fact remained that age didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.
“At the risk of sounding like a cliché,” I said. “Once we're consenting adults, age is just a lame excuse to not do something we both want to do.”
“It's not just that, Sabrina,” he said. “I literally watched you grow up, in front of my eyes – ”
“So?”
“So? Your father would kill me.” Julian glanced toward the hallway, as if afraid my dad would walk in on us at any moment. We were still alone, but he pitched his voice lower anyway. “It's not okay, Sabrina.”
“You haven't denied being attracted to me,” I said, standing up tall and grinning as I watched his eyes automatically take in my curves.
“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked. He scratched his chin and looked away again, I knew he was trying to keep from addressing the real elephant in the room.
“It has a lot to do with all of this,” I said. “All your reasons are nothing more than weak excuses. And they're not nearly good enough.”
“Not good enough?” he asked, arching his eyebrow.
“No, not even close,” I said. “Because I see the way you look at me. I can see the thoughts going on in that mind of yours.”
I walked around the table, moving closer to him, but he stepped away. Almost as if he was afraid I was going to bite. Or do something much more delicious – something he wouldn't be able to step away from.
“And let's face it, Julian – I'm not the little girl you watched grow up anymore,” I purred. “I'm a grown woman now. A legal adult. My father can no longer dictate what – or who – I do.”
Julian had backed himself into a corner, both literally and figuratively. He was now pinned against the wall, with me standing in front of him. I smiled as I closed the distance between us and stood close to him – very close. But I didn't get so close that I was literally up in his face. I didn't want to be rude to him, after all. Yes, I wanted to fuck him silly, but I still respected him. Hell, I respected him a lot, and I knew this wasn't going to be easy. Switching his mindset from seeing me to a little girl to a sexual creature was going to be difficult. He had to want it as much as I did – and I was pretty sure he did.
But he had to be willing to live with the consequences – which we both knew existed.
Yes, I was an adult. But my father was his best friend. What I was suggesting was forbidden, though not outright. It was one of those unspoken rules. After all, it wasn't like my parents said I could never get involved with Julian. But on an unspoken but acknowledged level, it was taboo. Something they couldn't have imagined. And I was more than sure Julian himself struggled with that as well.
“When you're ready,” I said to him, speaking softly, “You know where to find me. We're both adults here, Julian. Stop treating me like a child and maybe, just maybe, you'll see that what I have to offer you is exactly what you need.”
I stepped away from him, turning to go back upstairs, when he touched my shoulder. I looked back and waited for him to say something. The conflict on his face was clear. I did feel bad for him in that regard, but he also needed to realize that we were adults, free to do with each other as we pleased.
“Yes?” I asked, eyes wide as I waited for a response.
“We can't do this, Sabrina,” he said, gripping my shoulder tight.
His voice was far less than certain as he'd said it, so I turned around and faced him. This time though, I didn't hold back. I was close enough to feel his breath against my cheek, felt his body pressing into mine. I could tell he was turned on – I felt how hard his cock was as it pressed against my belly.
“Yes, we can, Julian,” I said, stroking his cheek. “We can do anything we want.”
I moved my hand from his cheek down his chest and then went lower, letting it linger over the erection he was trying so hard to hide. I gripped him tight, slowly moving my hand up and down his long, thick shaft, jerking him off through his pants.
“We can do anything you want, when you want it,” I said softly. “You just can't be afraid.”
Seeing the mixture of fear and lust in his eyes, I let go of his cock and stepped back. I saw something akin to regret in his eyes as I moved away, picking up his glass of water and drinking from it. I watched him over the rim of the glass carefully, waiting for – something. But he didn't say a word, nor did he move. He just stood there, pressed against the wall, staring at me with a look of pure need on his face.
“You're a divorcee,” I said. “I'm a horny twenty-three-year-old woman. Who says we can't have a little fun together? Where is that written into law?”
And with that, I left him there in the kitchen alone with his thoughts and his throbbing cock, the memory of my words as well as my hand on him in his mind. As much as I wanted to fuck his brains out right then and there, I knew that leaving him like that would only make him yearn for me more. He'd go back to his lonely bed, my words implanted into his mind, and think of all the dirty things he wanted to do with me. Hell, he'd probably even jerk himself off while he thought about it – a thought that turned me on more than I could say.
We'd get there, sooner or later. Hopefully sooner, of course, but the slow build-up of desire between us would make our first time even hotter. More intense. More gratifying.
If nothing else, it gave me something to look forward to – and plenty of fodder to masturbate to as well.
Chapter Four
JULIAN
That was a close call. Too close. Had she stayed there in the kitchen with me, well, I couldn't have been held responsible for my actions. She was right about one thing – I was a divorcee and she was a horny twenty-three-year-old. And it was true that I was lonely – she'd hit the nail on the head with that shot.
For the first time in many years, my bed was empty. I had needs and desires that weren't being met. And there she was, offering up her body to me – a horny, hot young woman. Had she not been my best friend's daughter, I wouldn't have waited that long to nail her. I probably would have fucked her right there on the kitchen counter. But considering the circumstances – it was probably a good thing I wasn't thinking with my dick.
Still, I knew the longer I stayed in Dave and Miranda's house, the harder it would be to resist her advances. I'd almost given in right there and that had only been her opening shot. Sabrina was like her mother in a lot of ways – she knew exactly how to get what she wanted. And it seemed she had her mind set on me.
I always thought she'd eventually outgrow that childhood crush she nursed through her teenage years. But the adorable crush of a kid had turned into something more, something deeper. Something naughtier.
I watched her as she walked away, swishing those hips in that tiny little nightgown as she left the room without so much as a second glance back at me. She was too good at this, way too good. Sabrina had a plan and come hell or high water, she was determined to get what she wanted.
It took me a few minutes to regain my composure, but I eventually managed to pull myself together. I listened to make sure Sabrina had actually retreated to her room and wasn't waiting to ambush me in the foyer before I walked back to my own room upstairs. I practically walked up the stairs and down the hall on tiptoes carefully, not wanting to wake anyone
– or to bring Sabrina back out of her room. God knew it had been nearly impossible not to jump on her before, but upstairs, so close to our bedrooms? Hell, I wasn't sure there was a man alive who could resist her in that situation, not in that teeny little nightgown.
Once I was alone in my room, I closed the door and locked it just in case Sabrina got a wild idea to sneak in and try to seduce me again. Staring at the empty bed left me hurting. Sure, it wasn't my bed, not really. It was just a bed I was sleeping in for a little bit. But it reminded me of my empty bed at home too – the bed Beth had picked out for us. The bed I'd be sleeping alone in for a while.
“Hell, maybe I should just get rid of the thing,” I muttered to myself. “Get something new.”
In all honesty, it wasn't so much about missing Beth or even being lonely. We'd been separated for close to a year now, so I was used to being alone. Didn't mean I enjoyed it. Didn't mean I wasn't ready for companionship again – or that I didn't yearn for intimacy once more.
I was ready to share my bed with someone again, and if Sabrina had her way – I shoved that thought out of my head right away. That couldn't happen. I wasn't going to let that happen.
The erection in my pants wasn't going away, however, and if I couldn't actually have her physically, I could at least relieve some of the pent up desire on my own – hopefully keeping me out of trouble.
I removed my pants and crawled into bed. With my eyes closed, I pictured beautiful woman after beautiful woman – some I'd had, some I'd merely fantasized about – and yet, each time, the face in my head morphed back to the woman sleeping in the next room.
Sabrina.
Dammit, I cursed myself as I stroked my cock. The fantasy was too strong, however. I couldn't think of anybody else no matter how hard I tried. But what would indulging in a little fantasy about Sabrina hurt? It wasn't like it was something I would actually act upon. It was make believe. No harm in that, right?
I imagined the way her pussy would feel wrapped around my cock, how amazing it would be to be sheathed inside of her tight little hole. I pictured her bouncing up and down on top of me, her breasts jiggling as she moved, her perfect mouth wide open as she whimpered in pleasure. I pictured myself thrusting my hips and driving my dick even deeper inside of her, making her gasp, making her scream my name.
I tightened my grip around my cock and pumped it even harder, thinking about how tight she must be. Was she a virgin? Doubtful. With the way she looked, she could have had any male on campus and maybe had. But I had to admit, having known her for so long, it was hard to imagine that sweet girl as anything but a virgin. Either way, her pussy was likely nice and tight, probably tighter than any I'd had before.
I was fully immersed in the fantasy, stroking my cock and dreaming about my best friend's daughter fucking me, and that's when I heard sounds from the room next to mine.
Moaning. Sabrina's moaning.
Her sounds were muffled by the wall separating us, but I could hear her still, and that only added to my rich fantasy. I now knew what she sounded like in the throes of pleasure, and it sounded amazing. Now, not only was I picturing her bouncing up and down on my cock, I could hear the sounds of her own orgasm approaching.
I tried to picture what she was doing. Was she on her back with her legs spread wide? Was she up on her knees? Was she fucking herself with her fingers? Or did she have a dildo she was pumping in and out of her sweet little hole?
Sabrina got louder as I tried to stay quiet. I didn't want her to know I was getting off on the sounds of her touching herself – that would only add fuel to the fire and encourage her to continue pursuing me. But oh God, it was so hot.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I heard her call out from the room, a little too loudly, I was afraid. It was almost like she wanted to be heard.
It was just what I needed too. I felt the cum bubbling up inside of me, and as she called out once more, sounding like she was coming, hard. That threw me over the edge and I came too. I pictured being inside of that tight little pussy and filling it with my cum as I exploded in my hand, cum flying onto the bed next to me and covering my lower body. I thrust my body upward, imagining burying myself deep into her one last time as I shot my load just as her cries of pleasure were finally subsiding – almost as if we'd just come together.
In a way, I suppose we had. As I fell asleep in a strange bed, in someone else's house, for a brief moment, I didn't feel so alone. And I drifted off to sleep peacefully and easily for the first time in a very long time.
Chapter Five
JULIAN
With the smell of fresh coffee in the air, I walked downstairs to find Sabrina and her parents sitting at the table. I'd already gone for my morning run, showered and was ready to start my Saturday. Sabrina was still wearing the nightshirt from last night, but had thankfully added a pair of matching shorts this morning. Her parents were both dressed and ready for the day ahead as well.
“Good morning,” I said as I poured myself a cup of coffee.
“Good morning, Julian,” Sabrina said.
Her dad gave her a weird look – just as I had the first time she didn't call me Mr. Pierce. But he let it slide without comment when he saw it didn't bother me. Her mother apparently didn't even notice – she was flipping through a home décor magazine. She looked up and smiled at me when I sat down to join them.
I couldn't bring myself to look at Sabrina without images of the fantasy I'd indulged in the night before running through my head. So, I avoided her gaze as much as possible without it getting awkward. There was nothing but silence and the rattling of paper in the room – and an odd sense of tension in the air. I expected it was sexual tension between Sabrina and I – her parents didn't even seem to notice. But every time I glanced over, I caught her looking at me with an expression of pure lust.
I picked up the newspaper and flipped it open, pretending to read about the local high school football team, when Sabrina cleared her throat.
“So what are everyone's plans for the day?” she asked.
I had no plans. Not officially, anyway. I had some work to get done, all of which I could do from my computer without leaving the house. But as I thought about hanging out there all day with temptation sitting just a few feet away, I thought perhaps getting out would be good for me. Safer, anyway.
Unless, of course, her parents were going to be around all day.
I looked over at them, waiting for an answer. Dave looked at his wife who held up the magazine for me to inspect.
“I'm going to pick this up today,” she said.
Leaning closer, I saw that it was a painting – probably the exact painting she'd wanted for the dining room and had been hectoring Dave about the day before.
“And I'm going along to pay for it,” Dave said, laughing. “She talked me into it. Like there was any doubt about it”
“Want to join us, Julian?” she asked.
As tempting as it was – just to get away for a bit – I didn't want to be part of that circus. I knew from experience that when Miranda went shopping for anything, it was usually a whole day affair. Even if she knew exactly what she was getting, it often led to other purchases as well.
“Thanks for the offer, but no, I have some work to do – ”
Sabrina smiled as she took a sip from her mug.
“ – so I think I'll be heading into the office for a bit.”
Her smile wavered and a pout crossed her lips.
“Don't be silly, Julian,” Dave said. “Use my home office if needed. Mi casa es su casa, my friend.”
There wasn't a reason I couldn't use his, not really. I just needed to respond to some emails and look over a few proposals. I racked my brain, trying to come up with a reason I needed to into the office. But the only reason is that I didn't want to do any of the work I needed to get done was that I didn't want to be in the house with Sabrina. But I couldn't tell Dave that.
“What about you, sweetie?” Miranda asked, as if reading my mind. “Any plans fo
r the day?”
“Not really,” she said. “I figured I'd relax a bit. Maybe search online for some places.”
“Why don't you come along with us then?” Miranda asked.
For a second, I thought I might get lucky. That I might catch a break.
“No thanks,” she said. “I think I might hang out around here, apply for some jobs and stuff.”
Damn.
“You sure, honey?” Miranda asked. “I hate for you to be cooped up here all alone, all day.”
“I'll keep Julian company,” Sabrina said, winking at me.
I was staring again, even though I was studiously trying to avoid looking at her. Try as I might, I couldn't stop looking at her – and she caught me every time. She shared a smile with me, a mischievous little grin that seemed to say so much and sent chills down my spine.
All I could think about was last night – about how great it felt to jack off thinking about her riding my cock. Of course, the sounds she'd made as she masturbated in her room next to mine only heightened my experience. The sounds she made had been delightful, and I had no doubt they'd sound even better in person, close up.
I gulped down the last of my coffee as I stared down at the table, feeling immense guilt over my fantasy now that her parents were sitting across from me at the table. I couldn't bring myself to look at either of them. It was as if I were afraid that just by looking at them, they'd know the horrible, dirty thoughts I'd had about their daughter – about a girl I literally watched grow up.
If I thought that was bad, that the guilt about a simple masturbation fantasy were bad, I could only imagine what it would be like if Sabrina got her way and we ended up in bed.
Chapter Six
SABRINA
My parents left and we had the house to ourselves. Julian was locked away in his room – he hadn't left for his office, though he'd talked about it. He never actually left, which to me, said he didn't really want to leave. And if he didn't want to leave, maybe it was because he wanted something...