Stacy's Dad Has Got It Going On

by Giselle Renarde

  Chris nodded, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to follow the line of thought she’d started on, or if it would be better to back up a touch. “It’s always nice to meet another non-drinker,” she said. “People usually interrogate me over it.”

  “I know what you mean,” Chris said with a nod. “And, sure, I used to drink. When I was a teenager, I was terrible: drinking, drugs, at home, at school. Don’t know how I survived those years, or how I got into university. All the way through, I did the bare minimum. But life is very different for me now. I’m a lot happier without the substances to dull my experience of the world around me.”

  None of his confessions surprised Savannah—in fact, she was more surprised that he was now clean and sober. Surprised and relieved. There was no way she could date a guy who did drugs. She didn’t like being around people who were in some sense gone from reality. Too many bad memories.

  Savannah took a sip of her hot jasmine tea. “For me, I think it’s…okay, this isn’t something I go around telling people, but for me a big part of it is…” She furled her brow. The things she wanted to say were strangely difficult to get out. Ultimately, she couldn’t tell him the full truth right away, so she stuck with the watered-down version. “Okay, so, my mother’s Asian and my father black, right? And there’s a whole set of competing stereotypes that go with each. But there’s nobody who’s going to look at me and be like, ‘Hey, check out the Asian chick.’ People see me and go, ‘Black girl,’ so that’s the set of stereotypes I feel like I need to combat. I’ve always felt like I have to be extra vigilant and don’t do this, don’t do that, so people can look at the way I live and be like, ‘Okay, she’s not the kind of person I thought she was. She’s smart and she works hard,’ and all that.”

  So many words had just tumbled from her mouth that she wasn’t even sure what she’d said. When Chris only nodded, with his body turned to face her, she felt self-conscious. “That sounds totally paranoid, doesn’t it?” she chuckled, hoping he’d say no.

  “Paranoid? Yeah,” Chris replied. “But have you ever heard that saying? Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not after you.”

  Savannah’s heart fluttered with affinity. “Exactly,” she laughed.

  Chris looked down into his teacup and Savannah followed suit. Would it take any special skill, she wondered, to read tea leaves? Maybe she could learn.

  “So, here’s my paranoid question,” Chris began. “Why didn’t you stick around last night after the end of my set? Didn’t you like the band?”

  “I loved the band,” she nearly shouted. She didn’t want him to get the wrong impression. “I loved your music. It was incredible. Seriously.”

  Nodding slowly, Chris shrugged his shoulders. “But you left…”

  What was it about Chris that allowed her to reveal herself in all her neurotic splendor? “Okay, this is going to sound super-paranoid, but when I saw my roommate helping you guys out, I was sure you’d forgotten all about me. She’s such a sweet little pixie, you know? And she’s blonde. Every guy wants a blonde.”

  “Not this guy,” Chris replied. Taking Savannah’s tea mug from her hands, he set his and hers side by side at his feet. Before she could really compute what was going on, his soft pink lips met hers. She wasn’t too surprised to respond, though. Her body anticipated his every move. When his hot tongue moved in her mouth, she sighed and let the tingling sensation in her pelvis spread throughout her body. Slipping her hand behind his neck, she held him close. Even wearing a sloppy hoodie, she could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, and the sensation nearly put her over the edge.

  When he pulled away, her lips came with him. She wasn’t ready for the kiss to end, but she had a strong sense that there would be more kisses to follow. Maybe not right this second, but soon they would kiss again. And then, though she didn’t want to, she thought about Eric and his predicament, and lowered her eyes to the tea mugs on the ground.

  “Sorry,” Chris said. “I should have asked first.”

  “No, no,” Savannah consoled him. “No, it’s not that…” Should she tell him? The Cosmo approach was to never tell one man about experiences with another, but that just didn’t seem right when the guy was Chris. She knew she could tell him anything.

  “Last night,” Savannah continued, “I brought my roommate Stacy’s dad to Kingsley’s.”

  Chris’ brow furled in bewilderment. “I thought you and I…”

  She cut him off. “I know, okay? I know and I am so sorry. Her dad’s been staying with us because her mom had an affair, and he’s been sleeping on our couch, and Stacy had left me to babysit him for the evening while she was out screwing your laptop player.”

  At that, Chris laughed. “Yeah, Yu was pretty psyched that such a hot girl was into him.”

  Should she go on? Best not to. Chris really didn’t need to know that she’d broken their date to go home and fuck a man twice her age. But this was Chris. He wasn’t like other people. He was…more aware. Picking their mugs up off the floor, he took a sip from hers and handed Savannah his. “I understand,” he said. He looked into her eyes for a while, with no visible hostility, and then he smiled. “Everybody loves an underdog.”

  Savannah nodded, and then stared into her tea mug. The leaves at the bottom danced when she swirled it. What would they tell her if she knew how to ask?

  Chris sipped his tea. “Does Stacy know?”

  “No,” she said firmly. “And I’m not going to tell her. It’s too…embarrassing? Or…I don’t know…I just don’t want her to find out.”

  “Your secret’s safe with me.”

  She looked at him, deep into his baby-blue eyes, and wondered out loud, “How can you just be okay with things? Why aren’t you mad about what I’ve done?”

  With a shrug, Chris said, “I was disappointed when I didn’t see you last night, but you’re here with me now, aren’t you? You told me a truth. And, ultimately, you’re not mine in any sense, so how could I be upset about a choice you made?”

  Savannah almost wished he was upset, or jealous, or possessive—that would show the extent of his care for her—but then she thought back to instances of jealousy, upset, and possession she and her friends and family had experienced over time, and realized how enlightened Chris truly was. Most guys couldn’t let that scalding kind of water roll off their backs. This guy was special. And he had his eye on her.

  Clinging to her warm mug, Savannah leaned in and kissed Chris’ lips. She knew other students were walking by, but she didn’t care who saw. She slipped her tongue inside his mouth and let it mingle with his. Their joint motion was so fluid, it made Savannah smile until she laughed. When she laughed, he did too, and they broke away from the kiss to laugh together.

  “I like you,” she said, feeling silly but not caring how she sounded.

  “I like you too,” he replied.

  Her belly tumbled with glittery tremors. That was such a nice thing to hear. Savannah looked up to the skylight to see if the rain had passed. Nothing but pure, brilliant sunlight shone down on them now. “We should do something together,” Savannah suggested. “Hey, do you think I could come listen to your band rehearse?”

  Squinting one eye, he said, “I’ll have to ask Eve about that. She’s really nervous around people she doesn’t know.”

  “She’s the one who covered her face with her hair on stage?”

  Chris nodded. “Her voice is just perfect for what we do, but she can’t stand an audience. It’s really painful to watch.”

  “I used to sing a bit when I was younger. If you give her the boot, would you let me audition for your group?”

  Breathing a huge sigh, Chris said, “We would never boot anybody. That’s not the kind of band we want to be.” He must have seen the disappointment in her eyes, because he followed that up with a consolation. “If Eve ever quits, you’ll be first on my list, okay?”

  An irrepressible smile broke across Savannah’s lips. She could see her life
changing with Chris.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Eric and Stacy had arranged to pick Savannah up from the library when they were finished with their gallery perusal and stroll around campus. She bid Chris a fond farewell and a “see you soon” before strutting toward the car. Chris had laid hands on her ankle, and she was sure the boy had healing powers that went beyond the capabilities of physical science.

  The minute she set her butt down in the passenger seat of Eric’s comfy little car, she felt the tension in the air. It burned her to the bone as she slipped on her seatbelt. Eric mumbled a brief, “Hello,” but Stacy said nothing, and that’s what convinced Savannah beyond the shadow of a doubt that her roommate knew everything.

  Her heart stopped beating. At least, that’s what it felt like. She didn’t seem to be breathing either. Had her body simply given up on her? Did it not care to function any longer? The atmosphere buzzed as Eric pulled away from the library. She wanted to apologize to Stacy, but she couldn’t seem to open her mouth and produce speech. God, where was she going to live after Stacy kicked her out? This was nuts! And all because of a stupid dalliance with Eric. His jaw clenched as he drove, and Savannah remembered why she’d wanted him in the first place. The man was hot, pure and simple. He had a sexy body and an exquisite face. Nice hair, too.

  Since she couldn’t seem to speak, Savannah just sat there in the front seat, waiting to be blasted. Every so often she snuck a glance back at her roommate, but Stacy was staring out the window. Savannah thought about all the things she could say or ask—“I met up with Chris,” “How was the art exhibition?”—but no question or statement seemed reasonable right now. She would just have to wait for the execution.

  When they arrived back home, Eric parked in the back visitor’s lot. Stacy opened her car door, stormed out, and slammed it closed again even before they’d come to a stop. The second she was gone, the sky opened up again and it began to pour.

  Savannah didn’t move. “You told her about us?”

  “Hmm?” Eric was staring straight ahead, at the massive droplets striking the windshield and flowing down. “What? Oh, no…why?”

  Now Savannah didn’t know what was going on. Either Eric was lying or…well, she just didn’t know. “You and Stacy didn’t say a word the whole drive. I thought it must have to do with us.”

  He laughed. “No, it’s…family stuff, that’s all. She’ll get over it.”

  “Are you getting a divorce?” She wasn’t sure why she was asking. Did she really want to know?

  For a long moment, he hesitated. Then, finally, he said, “I don’t know.”

  His sadness aroused deep feeling in her heart. As she watched him stare out at the rain, her feelings for Chris tumbled into a land of forgetfulness. She’d retrieve them later, she knew, but for the moment, she just wanted to make Eric smile again. She wanted to make him happy. Anyway, Chris was so understanding. He wouldn’t be bothered.

  “Push your seat back,” Savannah instructed. “Lock the doors.”

  Eric looked stunned. “What are you…” She pulled off her hoodie to reveal a lacey pink bra holding her breasts firm together. “What are you doing? Someone will see you!”

  Pushing out of her pants, Savannah climbed into Eric’s lap, glad her ankle would allow it. She reached down beside his seat and pressed back on the latch. The seat moved back, and the backrest fell down.

  “No one will see us through this rainfall,” Savannah reasoned. “Besides, who knows if we’ll get another chance. We’ve got to take advantage of the situation.”

  Gazing at her tits, Eric nodded slowly. How could he argue?

  Savannah fought her way past his belt, and in through his zipper. When she found his cock, it was still soft, but she’d soon change that. With her butt in the air, she leaned forward and kissed Eric hard, pumping his dick all the while. How could she do this to Chris? How could she? The thoughts persisted, but she pushed them aside. This wasn’t about Chris. It was an act of goodwill toward a man who’d been cheated on and who felt good for absolutely nothing right now. She needed to make him happy. Nothing to do with Chris. In fact, if Chris were in her situation, he’d more than likely do the same thing. That’s just the kind of guy he was.

  Eric’s cock hardened in her hand, and her pussy spilled juice onto her pink lace thong. Sure, she wore sweats for comfort, but there was nothing to equal the knowledge that, just beyond the fleecy track pants, she had on the sexiest lingerie known to man. Slipping the crotch of her thong to the side, she held Eric’s erection still and drove her body down on it. Eric threw his head to the side and let out a magnificent moan while she swallowed him up. Where had all this wetness come from? From kissing Chris? Or had she become instantly aroused the moment Eric turned off the ignition. Not that it mattered why she was so damn horny—all that really mattered was that she had a hard cock to fill her up.

  She rode him. He filled her. She could feel him everywhere. As she attacked his mouth with a fleshy kiss, she bounced in his lap. God, his pants were going to be covered in pussy juice by the time she was finished with him! She hadn’t pushed them far enough down. At this point, she didn’t even care. Pants could be washed later, but she had to get off now!

  Eric grabbed her ass, then her hips, then her tits, and then her hips again. He couldn’t seem to decided where he wanted to keep them, but Savannah liked his hands on her hips, guiding her motion, helping her along. She pulled her head away from his, and banged it on the ceiling before pulling her tits from the lace that enveloped them and shoving both in his face. He went wild, licking her nipples and her cleavage, sucking and biting. She moved faster on him, sliding her hand down between their bodies to play with her clit. God, she knew what she liked, and right now she just wanted to come.

  “This is going to be a quickie,” Eric warned her over the sound of falling rain.

  “You coming?” she asked. She wanted him to. As she scoured her clit, she tightened up her pussy muscles and rode him harder.

  “God, you are so tight!” Eric plunged his face between Savannah’s tits and hissed, “Yes!” He dug his fingers into her sides, drew her up, and pulled her down on his dick. The itch was scratched. He’d got all up in there, and his monster did its job like a pro.

  “You gonna come?” she cooed. Again, “You gonna come? Tell me you’re gonna come.”

  “I’m gonna come!” he cried, though his voice was muffled by her breasts.

  She let herself fall on him, right flat down on him, and she didn’t move except to massage his erection with her pussy muscles. As she milked him, he hissed until he squealed. She pictured the hot cream shooting out of his dick to fill her all the way up. The vision was a means of arousal unlike any other. She leaned back without letting his cock fall from her snatch, and she rubbed her wet clit so fast her hand was a blur. Her hips bucked forward with wild approval. Electricity coursed through her veins as Eric sucked her tits. She came again and again, in miniature spurts and jerks, until her clit was too sensitive to touch.

  When she rolled off Eric’s spent cock, the rain tumbled down onto the windshield. “See?” she said. “Nobody could have seen us. And wasn’t that worth it?”

  “Yeah,” he panted as she tucked her tits back into her bra and threw on her hoodie. “What are we going to say when Stacy asks what took so long?”

  Savannah just laughed. “Doesn’t look like she’s talking to you right now, but if she asks we’ll just say my ankle was acting up and it took you a long time to get me up the stairs.”

  Tucking his dick back into his underwear, Eric zipped up his pants and let out a huge sigh. “Certainly didn’t take you a long time to get me up.” He opened his door and geared up to step out into the rain. “Okay. Let’s go.”

  Raindrops pelted Savannah’s scalp the second she opened the passenger side door. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed her backpack and forced herself onto her feet. When the hell would this pain go away? And it was so off-and-on that she couldn’t really pred
ict when her ankle was going to hurt and when it wasn’t.

  “Oh, sorry!” Eric cried, running to her side and scooping her into his grasp. “After that little ride, my legs are ready to give out too.”

  She tried for a brisk pace toward the side door, but met with little success, so she pulled her fuzzy hood up and over her head to keep the cold rain at bay. Big translucent splotches developed across Eric’s shirt as the weather pelted him good.

  “What’s Stacy so upset about anyway?” Savannah asked. “Not that it’s any of my business.”

  Eric let out a forced-casual chuckle. “Oh, it’s really nothing. She got a call on her cell phone from her mother when we were walking around the campus. Hilary told her I’ve been…”

  She’d started out not wanting to know anything about Eric’s home life. She hadn’t wanted to hear his sob story. It must have been the sex that’d changed things, because now she couldn’t let go. She wanted to know about him and his wife and his family. “You’ve been what?”

  Slowing his pace, he led Savannah across the grass glowing like sprigs of emerald. In the rain, the whole world smelled fresh and alive. The droplets kissing her face and clinging to the tip of her nose somehow lessened her pain. For a brief moment, she felt wonderful. And then Eric said, “I’ve been smoking a lot of weed lately, that’s all.”

  Savannah stopped in her tracks. The rain was soaking through her hoodie now, right where her backpack sat heavy on her shoulder. She dropped the bag and laughed, but Eric only looked at her cock-eyed, like he hadn’t heard the joke. She looked up at her red brick building. It was all dark and wet, except for the dry patches underneath people’s balconies. How many lives exist beyond those walls? she wondered. How many lives are like mine?

  Her heart went numb when she returned her gaze to Eric’s handsome face. His hair streamed in the downpour, and she thought about the shower, where he’d pinned her to the wall and fucked her. Water, water everywhere… and Eric’s smoking... “Did you say you’ve been smoking a lot of weed?”