Next Door Daddy

by Amy Brent

  He stood, this time she looked at him. Fit and trim he stood beside the bed, slowly he moved between her thighs and she moved her hands down, stopping him for a moment. She wanted to touch him, wanted to know him as well. She found the hardness of him in her hand, and softly she stroked and moved against the velvet heat. He sucked in air as she stroked him, her hands grazing him and she felt the massive member grow even harder in her hand. He pulled back suddenly.

  “No more, I want you now.”

  He pushed her knees back spreading her as wide as he could. She felt the head against her womanhood and she waited for the pain. He moved carefully, slipping the head around her opening, probing until he found it. She felt him move, pushing in slightly, only to pull out and move to try once more. He was large, larger than she had anticipated but the pressure of him there felt good. He slid in as deep as he could, finding her barrier there and he glanced up at her face, a look of surprise filling him. She knew he would stop now and instead she took control, thrusting upward until he was completed encased within her.

  She felt the pain burn, but the damage was done now. She looked up at him, a strange look on his face as he moved slowly, knowing there was not turning back now. He pulled back, carefully sliding back in more and more until she no longer felt the burn or the pain, but instead she wanted to find a rhythm with him. He thrust gently into her, this time filling her completely. She heard a low moan in his throat as he did it over and over, until soon he was wildly pumping into her body, the length of him buried deep.

  They moved together, both moaning loudly as they took from the other, until he collapsed over her, with one final thrust. As he pulled away, he lay beside her on the bed, both of them lost in the moment. After a moment she glanced over at him, his handsome face staring at her hard.

  “You were a virgin.” It was a statement, more than a question. She felt his concern, but he pulled her to him nonetheless, cupping her beside him as he sighed.

  “Yes, was it… I mean was I..”

  “You were perfect, but you shouldn’t have wasted it on me honey.” He sighed, dropping a kiss on her cheek. “Let's get some sleep.”

  Reginald

  He looked down at the mass of flaming hair sprawled across the pillow. She had been more than he had bargained for when he saw her in the bar. Curvy and beautiful and now in the reality of the sunrise, she was young. Too young for him anyway. It had been a long time since he had slept like that, the good sleep that keeps you in bed longer than you should be. He slipped on his shoes watching as she rolled over in the sunshine, still sound asleep.

  The blankets had been tossed away, her curvy frame exposed to him now and he drank her in. She was shorter than him, her body molded just right when he pressed into it. Her breasts were glorious, and larger. Now rested the nipples were soft and supple. Her belly was just slightly there, but her hips were curvy, and reminded him of a roller coaster as he ran his hands over them more than a couple times in the night. She was beautiful and wonderful. And a virgin. He tried not to think about it but it was the truth. She had given him that, and it was a night he would never remember.

  He slipped out of the room and down to the front desk where he paid for a late check out, and ordered her room service in the morning. Additionally, he left $50 for a cab to get her wherever she needed to go. She would want to shower, and breakfast seemed like it was the least he could do. He slipped into his car, a smile still firmly planted on his face as he thought about the night they had shared. The sex was great, true, but there was something else, something that had struck a chord with him. He had enjoyed her company and her quick wit. Part of him wanted to turn around, but there were rules about this kind of thing.

  He pulled into his condo, quickly taking a shower to head back into town for work. He would have to get an assistant and soon. He looked over the list and frowned at what needed to be done. Perhaps today he could find someone who sutured him. He drove into work and made his way upstairs into his office quickly. Only then a few hours later did he find himself settling into his desk and looking over the paperwork that needed to be done. He did his best to put the girl out of his mind, but he was having a hard time forgetting this one. He settled back in his chair, raking a hand through the darkness of his hair. He heard a knock and welcomed them in.

  “Reggie, hey, I wanted to bring Chelsea by, she is hoping to get a chance to talk to you about that opening.”

  He smiled widely at his friends and held out his hand to meet his daughter. What he found instead floored him. It was her!

  Gone was the wanton behavior and the softness and in its place was a full blown professional woman. He searched her face and noticed the paleness in her face. Fortunately, she recovered quickly and took his hand, shaking it methodically.

  “It's so nice to meet you Mr. Covington, my father always has such wonderful things to say about you.”

  “Well, I assure you the pleasure is all mine.” He looked at her hard, and then smiled widely. “Your father is convinced you want to work here.”

  She swallowed hard, “Yes, I am looking for something.”

  Aside from going home with strange men. He couldn’t help but think it as he watched her flush slightly.

  “So what are you two up to today?”

  “Well, I have a meeting and Chelsea is hanging out here while I am gone. Thought it might be a good time for you two to chat.” Ben smiled at them both.

  “Dad, I don’t need a babysitter I am fine. I am sure Mr. Convington has more pressing issues.”

  “Oh no, not at all Chelsea, why not talk about the position and see how you feel about it. She is in good hands Ben.” He gave him a smile and watched as Ben gave her a slight hug before heading out.

  Silence filled the room as they both waited for the other to say something. He finally went first.

  “So I don’t know what you're up to “Linda” but I can assure you no good will come of it.”

  She spun around and face him, her eyes full of fire. “What are you talking about? I am not up to anything I had no idea who you were last night.” She clenched her fists and he smiled at her.

  “It seems you're more passionate in more ways than one.” He watched her face flush and she relaxed slightly.

  She faced him now, looking him over. “Last night was… well wonderful, but I didn’t know you would be gone this morning. But then I didn’t think I’d run into you like this either.”

  “I assumed leaving was just simpler. Did you enjoy breakfast?” He smiled.

  She sat down in a chair across from him. “Yes, and thank you.” She picked at the string on the leather of the chair.

  He looked at her closely, she was in a black and white dress, her body fitting its curves into every inch of it. Looking at her today she was even more beautiful than she had seemed last night.

  “I really enjoyed last night, and not just the obvious part of it. I enjoyed talking to you. You’re a smart girl.”

  “Well, I'm not a girl, I'm a woman so there's that. I am smart I graduated at the top of my class and I want to get in on the ground floor somewhere and make something of myself.”

  “So you do want the job?” He gave her a smile and watched her turn another shade of red.

  She crossed her arms angrily. “I don’t really think that’s a good idea, do you?”

  He stared at her hard and long thinking of the best way to answer her question. On one hand, she was more than qualified for the job, but on the other he would have to look at her all day, and never get anything done.

  “I leave that up to you.”

  Chelsea

  She glanced up at him, and the smile he seemed to have plastered on his face. He was gorgeous, even if he was a little older. His hair was almost black with just a slight tinge of gray at the temples and the goatee suited him. He seemed unbothered by all of this, which she found strange considering she was his friend's daughter.

  “This whole thing with us… we have to forget it ever h
appened. I mean, if I am working here.” She waited for his response.

  He exhaled sharply. “That may be a problem, I want you again right now.” She glanced up to meet his eyes and she felt the heat rush through her. There was no doubt that he knew she felt the same thing.

  Standing, she decided to go find another place to wait for her father. She smoothed down her dress and grabbed her things to go.

  “I should probably go find a place to wait for him.”

  He stood then moved across the room to stand in front of her. “He will be at least a couple hours. At least have lunch with me.”

  She felt the passion coursing through her the closer he stood to her. Instead of touching her, like she thought he would do he moved towards the door. She nodded at him, what harm could come for lunch?

  Once in a public place the atmosphere changed drastically. He easily slipped into corporate mode, his tone changing and shifting as he talked about the company. She found herself enthralled with him, listening as he spoke and asking questions along the way.

  “So when we see a company, we want to take it.” He gave her a smile as the food was delivered.

  She frowned at him. “It seems to me there is a better way to do it, some sort of finesse in the way you handle things.”

  “Such as?”

  “Have a floater, one who goes in schmoozes things over, you know makes nice.” She took a long drink. “That way there is a friendly partnership and not just someone taking something from someone else.”

  He leaned back in his chair. Watching her and she felt the tension rising in the air.

  “You are so beautiful Chelsea. I don’t know how you're not married and settled already.”

  “Would that make all of this easier for you Reg? Me being saddled with a husband and a baby?”

  She watched his face shift and she knew she had touched a nerve.

  “Anyway, I'll happily take their position if you will have me.” She felt the double meaning in her words and she blushed profusely.

  “Even that, the blushing… it makes me crazy Chelsea.” They looked at each other long and hard only to be interrupted by a waiter.

  He walked with her back towards the car, parked in an alcove. Once more she was lost in thought as she moved. He touched her lower back with the palm of his hands and she jumped.

  “I can't help but be a gentleman Chelsea, I won't hurt you.” He paused at the car, brushing a wisp of hair back from her face.

  She glanced up at him quickly. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me Reg, I'm not sure how but I know that. It’s just you… drives me crazy.”

  His mouth crushed hers in a searing kiss and she felt her body respond to him. Winding his hands in her hair, he pulled her to him, pressing the length of his body against hers. The kiss went on, both eager to feel the other until finally he pulled away.

  “We can’t do this, I don’t know what's wrong with me, you're my friend’s daughter for goodness sake, and I am old enough to be your father. It wouldn’t work.” He swore and dropped his hands.

  She felt his rejection like a bitterness that swallowed her up. “Don’t worry Reg., I won't be a problem in the office or out.”

  The ride back was almost awkward in the silence that surrounded them. She felt his eyes on her more than once, but she held fast to his deep rooted ideas about what he could or couldn’t do with her. Once they made it back, she made her way into the building, leaving him to follow her. She had almost succeeded in ignoring him completely until she felt him hook her elbow and pulling her into an empty office space.

  “What Chelsea, what is wrong? You seem fine, then I kiss you and now you are pissed off at me!?”

  “I'm not angry Reg.” She yanked her arm back. “I don’t know what I am to tell the truth. I have this night with you, and now we can't even be in the same room without fighting or touching each other.”

  “I didn’t know who you were Chelsea..”

  “Or what Reg? You wouldn’t have fucked me last night? Wouldn’t have woken me up in the middle of the night to touch me and then have breakfast delivered so you could run?

  “That’s not fair, Chelsea… or Linda. I have done nothing wrong, in fact, you invited yourself home with me if my memory serves me correctly.”

  She felt the impact of his words, knowing full well he was right. She sighed, looking up at him.

  “You're right, about everything. I don’t know what I expected. I’m sorry Reg, really.” She slipped out of the room and back up the stairs, opting to wait for her father somewhere else in the building.

  She was sitting in the main lobby reading when he finally showed up. He smiled at her as she stood and joined him. He was a good guy and moving back was the best thing she could have done.

  “What you want for dinner, Chelsea?”

  “Anything is good, I can cook something when we get home.”

  “Oh no… Reggie told me you got the job, so tonight I am taking us to dinner.” He smiled at her.

  She felt a sinking sensation in her stomach, either from the excitement of working with him, or simply seeing him again tomorrow.

  Reginald

  He said the words, but had his reservations about it now that Ben was gone. She would be a wonderful asset to have on the team, but he would have to stay away from her for good. There was something about her that made him want to do more, or push the company into being better somehow. He thought about going out, but there was something unsettling about it now. Chelsea had put him on edge about meeting women in bars.

  He went home his focus on work, and of what he was doing with himself. Maybe there was more to life than just womanizing and making money. He knew he had no right to even think about her in any way at all. She was too young for him, too sweet and innocent. His age and life experience would break her down and he wouldn’t do that to her, despite the second guessing he was doing about the situation.

  She was waiting for him the next morning, all smiles and indifference. He looked her over, his stomach flip flopping as she bent over the desk to get a folder that had all of the upcoming appointment files. She excused herself and made her way out and into her office, and he could do nothing more than watch her go.

  The next two weeks he saw her, working beside her in many things. She did her best to be pleasant, but he could still see something in her eyes and he felt awful for it. He found himself. At the beginning of the third week he decided to go find her once and for all, they had to clear the air. Wondering about her all the time was doing no good.

  “You’ve been busy, ” He took in the work space she had been given. There were various stacked invoices and property deed all neatly sorted into manageable stack and everything was arranged so that she could sort and file things away.

  She turned to look at him with a smile on her face. “Yes, in fact, there are a lot of things I want to go over with you, can we set aside some time to work on it?”

  “Sure, Chelsea. In fact, I have a couple hours now.”

  “Great” She dug out a file to give him, both of them settling in to discuss it. He could smell her perfume, and that only made him think of the smell of her skin. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and looked down at the form once more.

  “Reg, I just wanted to thank you for accepting my apology and for making it so that I can work here. I love the work, and there are so many ideas I have.” She looked so sincere, he couldn’t help but smile at her.

  “Chelsea you had no reason to apologize. I'm glad you’re here. In fact, I wanted to ask you something.” He paused when Brian Sommerville came into the room.

  “Brian hey there.” Reg held out his hand to the young associate.

  “Mr. Covington, hello sir.” He stood up straighter, nodding at him, clearly seeking approval. “I just wanted to confirm dinner with Chelsea, and then I'll be on my way.”

  She smiled at him sweetly, and Reg felt his stomach turn. After he was gone he stood, frowning as he thought about Chelsea with that young i
diot. He walked over to look at the increasing pile of documents.

  “Chelsea, I think I am going to go get a drink, think we could move this to my office in say, an hour?”

  “Sure sounds good, I'll see you there.” She never glanced up at him and the pain he felt was intense.

  He made his way into his office, all the while he clenched his fists in frustration. So she was dating, he should be happy for her in that. The fact of the matter was that he simply wasn’t. In fact the idea of Somerville touching her at all set him on fire. He was waiting for her when she arrived, more determined now than ever to prove that he still affected her.

  Chelsea

  She smiled as she heard him leave her office. Everything was as it should be. She was in love with the fool, and when it had happened she wasn’t sure. She smiled to herself, remembering the look on his face when he had gone, there was some distaste over her choice in dating partner there, she just knew it.

  Over the last two weeks they had worked together, but the underlying tension was still present. She had thought to tell him how she felt, and tell him about the other thing, but she wanted him to face his feelings first. She turned to go, catching herself cupping her stomach slightly. She knew so much that would change everything. She turned to go, casually making her way to his office where he was no doubt pacing and waiting.

  She opened the door and he stood by the window, lost in thought and she had to home she was the reason why. She paid no attention to him as he turned to face her. She walked over to the window to join him, looking casually down into the streets below.

  “Busy day out there, isn’t it,” she smiled at him sweetly and soon she found herself in his arms once more.

  She kissed him back, uncaring about anything other than the way he felt, his mouth and his touch both consuming her in fire only he could create. She kissed him back her body melting into his hands. Until the door opened.