by Amy Brent
I park the car, and we walk up the sidewalk of the apartment building. I trail a few paces behind her. My eyes wander a few times to her perfect little ass. I bet you could bounce a dime off of it. She rings the buzzer and the door unlocks. An older woman with light brown skin opens the door. She looks very professional.
“Jasmina?”
“Yes!”
We walk into the open large lobby. It looks recently constructed, with white marble floors and crisp freshly painted walls. A concierge sits at the front at a desk. That makes it a little safer for her. The real estate agent leads us to the elevator.
“Looks nice, Jaz,” I say looking down at her. She looks up and smiles at me.
“I told you!”
“You were right.”
The Real Estate agent looks at us and smiles. The elevator dings and the door opens; we head down the hall.
“I think you will be pleasantly surprised this specific unit has just been redone. The building was going to torn down, but due to construction zoning problems they decided to redo, but they have no tenants, so they have to fill it fast or else they will too much money; hence the price being low for this area.” She opens the door to the unit and we walk in. Bright light, streams in from the tall windows, just like Jasmina described to me. She wastes no time expecting every little inch and corner.
“It comes furnished, which is a nice feature. All new furniture.”
The apartment is nicely decorated, with grey simple furniture.
“Oh, Christian! It’s perfect. Look at how tall the walls are. I could hang so much art up here!” Jasmina shouts from the other room.
“How many bedroom?” I ask, trying to sound useful.
“It's a one bedroom plus a den, which can be used as a private bedroom. It is rather large and has French doors. You could add curtains if you’d like,” she nods, “but the unit fits well for a couple,” she smiles.
I suddenly feel very embarrassed. I am old enough to be Jasmina’s dad, and this lady think that we are a couple. I feel my face turns red and I look away. Jasmina peeks her head out.
“Definitely will work for the both of us!” She sends me wink. I roll my eyes and let out a sigh.
“How long have you two been together?” the agent asks. I am about to correct and let her know that I am just a family friends, but Jasmina suddenly slides an arm through mine and pulls me close.
“Just about a year or so?” she giggles.
“Yeah, that’s about right,” I say looking back at her. I feel her breasts up against my side, and my hand rests right above her ass. She pushes her body harder against mine.
“Well, you make a very attractive couple,” the agent says. Her phone rings.
“Sorry, I have to take this. I’ll be outside if you have any more questions. You go ahead and talk it over.” The real estate agent nods.
“Thank you,” Jasmina cooes. “Come on, Christian. You haven’t even seen the bedroom.”
Jasmina takes my hand and pulls me into the room. The room is large and airy. A queen size bed sits in the middle, along with minimalist furniture. Jasmina throws herself on the bed laying on her back. She throws her long arms over head and arches her back. I stare at her.
“What do you think?” she murmurs, rolling over onto her stomach and stretching. I can’t help but feel the ache to be inside her build in dick making it hard. I instantly imagine what it would be like to on top of her, fucking her on that bed, feeling her nails in my back as she cums. Is she doing this on purpose? Or am I just a pervert?
I glance back at the door where the real estate agent disappeared to. I couldn’t dare look at her another minute.
“It’s a great place.”
“I was worried about being lonely; I didn’t realize this place came with a real life boyfriend,” she chuckles, sitting up. Her tits bounce with the movement. I look away.
“Right? Me neither. Do you want it?”
She nods fast and slides off the bed.
“Come on, let’s tell her,” she says, bouncing toward the door. The Agent slips back in.
“So what have we decided?”
“We’ll take it!”
“That is amazing. Here, I have all the paperwork you need to secure it. The deposit will be due by Tuesday this coming week.”
“Okay.”
The Agent hands me a folder of papers. Which I then transfer to Jasmina. She eagerly takes them and begins to fill them all out.
“Do I need to cosign for her?” I ask, looking down at the papers. I am unsure about how much credit Jasmina has been building up these past few years.
“Nope,” the agent shakes her head. “Not as long as she can pay the full deposit.”
“I already figured it out,” Jasmina says, lifting her heads up from the pile of papers. She is all grown up. I need to accept that now. She can make her decisions and take care of herself. I’m glad though. I don’t think Mark would appreciate me co-signing for his daughter. That’s usually a parent's job to do. But also he is a pretty shitty dad. I am glad I can be here for her. She deserves the whole world. Why can’t Mark see that? Jasmina is one of kind. Maybe Mark wouldn’t even care, and be glad he won’t have to deal with the expenses any more. That’s how he always saw her, like some extra charge or debt following him, and everything he bought her was enough to replace any emotional support. He would care if he knew you thought about fucking her. I shake my head, as the thought finds its way back into his head.
It’s not his fault she is so hot.
Jasmina hands the paper back the agent.
“I have the money now. Can I give it to you and then get the key. I kind of need a place to stay.”
The Agent raised her eyebrows and looks over at me. Probably thinks I am pretty shit boyfriend.
“I don’t see why not,” she says through a toothy grin.
Jasmina reaches down into her purse and writes a check handing it to the agent.
“How much is it, Jaz?” I blurt out. I know it's not my place.
“It's just the first month’s rent, plus five hundred dollars.”
“Are you able to cover that?” I ask. Here was the worry wart in me coming out to make sure everything is okay.
“I got it,” she says with smile.
The Agent waits until we have finished talking and then reaches into her briefcase to hand over a set of keys.
“Here are two keys. This is the scanner to get in through the main door. The man at the concierge desk will put your information in, whenever you would like. I recommend you do it soon, in case you get locked out. And here is a copy of your lease.”
Jasmina squeals when she gets the keys. She hugs me hard. I wrap my arms around her.
“I’m proud of you, Jaz,” I whisper into her ear.
The Agent thanks us and heads out. We look at one another in the silent apartment.
“Well,” I say, “This is all ours.”
“I know!” she throws her head back and laughs.
“I can’t believe she thought I was your boyfriend.”
“Why?” Jasmina opens the empty fridge and cabinet. There are no glasses or silverware.
“Because I am old and could be your dad,” I stammer. She looks over her shoulder and studies me intently.
“You don’t look that old though,” she says. “You only have a little silver in your hair and you got amazing skin. It's all about the skin.”
“Thanks, Jaz.”
“You’re pretty hot for a guy in his forties.”
I laugh.
“But not like a silver fox?”
“No, not like that,” she smirks. “I’m telling you. You do not look old enough to even be a silver fox.”
“You’re too sweet.”
“No, seriously.” She walks over and stands in front of me. Her slender hand touches the top of my hair. She stares at it intently. I have the sudden urge to grab her and kiss her. Her eyes wan
der down to mine and hold there for a moment.
“You’re lucky,” she starts, “Most people with dark hair have lots of grey, but yours is pretty, like George Clooney.”
I cough to break the tension.
“Well, should we get some stuff for your apartment? I noticed you have no glasses or plates.”
She looks surprised.
“You still want to hang out with me?”
“What do you mean? Of course I do!”
“Okay. Yeah! Let’s go.”
We head out of the condo, past the front lobby, and get in the car. The rest of the afternoon, we spend together. Shopping for the necessities of setting up a first place. I enjoy it far more than I thought I would. We fill my car up with things and drive back. Once everything is set up and put away, a pile of cardboard lays up against the wall, but the place finally starts to feel like a home.
We sit on the floor in the living room, leaning up against the couch. A cold unfinished box of pizza sits between us.
“It’ll be better once I have my art up on the walls.” She stares intently at all the blank spots.
“It’ll be more Jasmina. You know what I mean. More you.”
“Exactly,” she turns and smiles at me. I love that smile.
“So tell me, what is the plan you have. What are Jaz’s schemes for the rest of the summer?”
She takes a deep breath and reaches for one of the pieces of pizza. Her lips twist as she thinks, and she gnaws on the inside of her cheek.
“Well -”
“Well,” I mock her. She lets out alight little laugh, and flips her hair over her shoulder.
“Finding a condo has been a huge stress relief. So thank you for the help.”
“Hey, I always got you. You know that.”
“I do. I am very lucky.”
We hold each other’s gazes for a minute.
“But what are you going to do now?” I ask.
“I’ve applied to several jobs.”
“That’s good.”
She sighs and rests her chin on her bent knee.
“Yeah, except it’s kind of late in summer and there aren’t any openings for anything good, ya know. All the good jobs people got in the spring.”
“Have you heard back?”
“From some, but just like to be a sales associate at the mall,” she frowns. “I need something a little better than that. And I absolutely, completely, one hundred percent refuse to go to medical school.” She is so serious and determined I feel a smile on my lips.
“Alright, I think we both knew that one was off the list.”
“I’m just saying,” she shrugs, picking at the pizza toppings.
“Have you talked to Ryan recently?”
“Just a little. Why?”
“His secretary just quit -”
“Oh, really!?” I can see the wheels in her head begin to turn.
“You should reach out to him and apply. He pays really well.”
“Oh my gosh, that would be the perfect summer job!” She jumps up and runs to the counter where her phone is charging.
“Maybe wait till tomorrow and call the office. You should be professional so it doesn’t like he is just doing a friend a favor. You know?”
“You’re right.”
She sets the phone back down and sits back down in front of me.
“Thank you, for everything!” she says softly.
“You’re welcome, Jaz.”
“No, seriously. You have always been such a support in my life. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Her voice grows low and she gets that look in her eyes, that tells me something more is happening. I force myself to ignore it. I don’t know if she is trying to seduce me or what, but she has become a serious temptation. I slowly stand up and stretch.
“I should get going. Have a couple wisdom teeth to do tomorrow morning.”
She crinkles her nose.
“Yeah, it’s pretty late.” She stands in front of me and hugs me. My hand gently brushes her hair.
“Are you going to be okay?” I ask.
“Of course. You helped hook me up.”
“Alright, just - uh, just call me if you need anything.”
She nods, while her face is in my chest. I gently pull away. We look at one another for a moment and then I slip my shoes on.
“This will be a great home for you,” I say as I open the door.
“Have a good night, Christian.”
“You too, sweetie.”
I slowly shut the door, and make my way to the my car. I feel bad leaving her all alone, but remind myself she is completely capable of being on her own. I don’t know why I have such a sudden urge to protect her. I cared about her when she was in high school, but this is different. She used to seem like my daughter, but that has completely changed. She’s transformed into a smart and beautiful woman capable of loving.
I stop outside of my car door and stare up at the moon. It’s bright light drowns my car in the parking lot. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I look back at her condo window, though the dim lights of the window behind the drapes. I see her standing in the bedroom. The outline of her shadowy figure reveals her naked body. Her perfect form stands in the room as she gets ready for bed. I feel my cock grow rock hard at the sight. I shake my head and get in my car, but my mind is racing, and I remember the morning of the party, and how her robe was slightly open revealing her smooth skin.
I turn the ignition and the car starts. There was no denying, I want Jasmina, but I know I can never act on it. It would ruin my relationships with Mark and Ryan, but I don’t just want Jasmina sexually, I want to be with her and take care of her to love her. She needs it more than anyone I have ever met.
Chapter 5
Jasmina’s eyes flutter open as soon as she sits up in bed. Her heart is racing a hundred miles. She hardly slept replaying her day with Christian over and over in her head. She reimagines the way he looked at how and how he held her. He didn’t even deny they were dating. She smiles to herself completely full of ecstasy and happiness. If only it could be like that every single day. How different everything would seem.
She rolls over and looks out the window. Cars pass by on the roads. It is really only seven in the morning, so the traffic hasn’t completely picked up yet.
She looks over at the doorway, remembering how Christian had stood in it watching her lie on the bed. His strong muscles tense under his tight white shirt. His square jaw was clenched so hard. I wonder how hard his cock was during then? I giggle to myself in the bed. He should have jumped in next to me. That would have been perfect, to break in the new place with being fucked for the first time by Christian. I remember one night, my dad and them were all downstairs and they started talking about how large Christian's cock is. They of course had no idea I was listening.
I wonder what it would feel like to be filled by Christian or Ryan, or just sex in general. The thought of their dicks thrusting deep inside of me, makes me wet. I turn over onto my stomach and slide my finger onto my clit, massaging gently. I pretend that Christian is still standing in the doorway. He watches as I touch myself.
“That’s good, baby girl,” he whispers. Ryan appears next to him.
“Just like that,” he adds on.
My hand moves faster and faster, my body tenses. I fantasize Christian and Ryan stand at the end of the bed now. One of them slowly removes his pants. My heart is racing; I slide my finger into my soaking wet pussy, thinking it is own of their throbbing cocks, moving back and forth, teasing me. I whimper at the thought of being pounded by one of them.
Ding Ding Ding! My phone rings. My mind is removed from the fantasy. I stare at the bright screen. I have a new message from Christian. I let out a low sigh and reach for my phone. Have you reached out to Ryan yet? It read.
I respond with No and a frowny face.
Ding!
Better do it soon before he hires someon
e else!
I message back with I will!
He sends me a winky face. I shake my head and place the phone back onto the nightstand and close my eyes.
I have actually never had an orgasm before. That was the closest I had ever come to one. I hear people talk about them all the time and see their discussions about them on the cover of magazines. Titles like “How to come in five minutes or whatever.” Lizzie speaks about how her amazing her sex life and how her boyfriend makes her cum multiple times on a regular basis.
I used to think there was something wrong with me, especially in high school. Everyone was hooking up and having sex except for me it seemed. In college, it was easier it blend in. But I still lied. How do I tell people I am saving myself for Ryan and Christian? They would never understand. How could I explain to them how perfect Christian is and how charming Ryan can be? They are like characters from a romance movie.
I lay there in the silence of my new apartment. I know this place must feel like home because it usually takes me some time to adjust to a new place. But not here. I lie in my bed for what seems to be about an hour or so, drifting between being awake and being asleep.