by Ava Frost
“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you at your dorm,” he said in a husky tone, then bit the cotton material and tugged it.
“W-what’s stopping you, you’re driving me insane,” I said in a trembling voice.
He curled his fingers over the top of my panties and then slowly dragged them down over my legs.
The sudden intake of his breath made me shiver with anticipation, “If you don’t hurry up, my knees are going to give.”
I watched him smile up at me and it was a wicked smile, one full of delicious promises, and as he dipped his head lower, he inhaled and sighed, “I bet you taste so sweet,” he said and my insides went for a loop.
I lowered my hands to his head as he hoisted one leg over his shoulder, exposing my pussy to him. I’ve never experienced such a feeling of utter abandon, and with him like this, I was going to lose my mind.
He dipped his head in and flicked his tongue over my clit and I swear if he wasn’t holding me, I would be falling. He flicked my clit a few times before sucking it between his lips and teasing it. Oh god! I was about to cum and he hardly touched me. He trailed his tongue down my slit and back up again, over and over, lapping at my wetness and slowly but surely driving me to the brink of oblivion, and once I fall over that edge, I’ll be lost to the world.
My head started spinning as he continued licking and sucking at my clit, “Oh fuck, Jayce, I’m going to…”
“Not yet sweetheart,” he said and pulled his head away then kissed the inside of my thigh, “It will be a while before your parents get here, we have plenty of time.”
I was panting like a bitch in heat and my legs felt unsteady, but Jayce carefully lowered my leg to the ground and then stood up and led me to the kitchen.
“This morning at breakfast I couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over on this table,” he said as he moved the fruit bowl away.
“Tell me sweetheart, do you want me to fuck you?” he asked and I moaned. His dirty talking was a real turn on and right now I’d bend over for him in the middle of a crowded football stadium if that was what he wanted.
I turned in his arms and shoved him away from me and smiled provocatively.
“I would love it if you fucked me on the kitchen table, or on the boat or in the park,” I said and slid my hand down my stomach then pulled my dress up and patted my fingers on my shaven pussy, “Do you like what you see?”
He groaned and I knew he was on the verge of losing control. Without a word I turned around flipped my dress up over my back and bent over for him then looked over my shoulder.
“I’m all yours handsome,” I said teasingly.
“Fuck Zoey, how the hell did you grow up to be so fucking sexy?” he said and undid his jeans and in two strides he was behind me, rubbing his cock up and down my wetness.
I spread my legs a little more and raised my ass, “It was all because of you, I wanted you to fuck me from the first time I saw you, but you ended up married,” I said and wiggled my ass.
“Well now I’m not married, and I sure as hell will be fucking you for a long time,” he whispered as he bent his head down to kiss my shoulder.
I felt the blunt tip of his cock press against my swollen lips and I moaned with pleasure and anticipation, pushing myself back against him. And as he kicked his hips forward he trusted his rigid cock deep into me, filling me completely.
“Fuck Zoey,” he uttered between breaths as he thrusted relentlessly.
I could hear the table scrape on the floor with each trust but I didn’t care, I wanted all of him. I gripped the edge of the table with my check pressed down on the cold surface forcing my hips back and meeting his every stoke, it felt as if I was being catapulted into pure euphoria as a tremor of pleasure and ecstasy started to ignite every nerve in my body.
“Oh god, Jayce, fuck yes!” I cried out as he pumped even harder.
It suddenly became too much to bear and as I felt his hips jerk erratically and his cock throb inside me I knew he was about to cum. With one last stroke of his hips he forced himself deep into me and held my hips locked against him as a guttural groan escaped him. My own body shook with pleasure as I hit my own climax, sending me over the edge. Everything that had been building up in me since we met suddenly pillaged my mind and body and I felt completely spent and content.
As we both calmed down, Jayce pulled himself out of me and turned me around to face him.
“You do know that this is not just a onetime fuck, right?” he said as he cupped my face.
I searched his eyes and I felt my heart leap inside my chest, “I know, but you do know that this is very complicated.”
“No doubt,” he said and then pressed his lips against mine. This time the kiss was not laced with lust, it was a sweet, deep, soulful kiss.
Chapter 8
It’s been six weeks since Zoey and I started our affair, if you could call it that, and every day I grew to like her more and more. Age is completely irrelevant between us. The moment we both gave in to the feelings we harboured, it was almost natural. There was still the concern of how to break the news to Jeff and I had no idea how he would take it, but the more I thought about it the more I wanted her to be mine. She had one semester left before she graduated and then she would be free to do as she pleased.
“Penny for your thoughts?” she said as she kissed my bare chest.
“If I had to charge you a penny for my thoughts, you’d be broke,” I said and kissed the top of her head.
She pushed herself up and straddled my hips, then looked down at me.
“I was thinking of talking to my dad,” she said and traced patterns across my chest, while she moved her hips on my already growing cock.
“And what do you intend to tell them?”
“That I’m in love with you,” she said.
“Is that so?” I asked and gripped her hips to keep her still, “I don’t know how your parents will take the news that I’ve been fucking their daughter.”
“Well the worst thing that can happen is that they disown me,” she said smiling and leaned down to kiss me, “my dad likes you, I don’t think he’ll be upset.”
“I’m old enough to be your dad Zoey,” I said and pecked the corner of her mouth, then flipped her over and pinned her down.
The time at the lake was just a start to what we had now, and after we returned her parents went on their own getaway, giving us even more time to spend together. But this would soon come to an end when they returned tomorrow.
I nestled myself between her legs and sunk into her. I had no idea how I was going to be able to stay away from her. Maybe it was time we came clean and just dealt with the consequences, whatever they may be.
“I’m in love with you,” I said as I slowly rocked my hips back and forth, while looking deep into her eyes.
“I’m in love with you too,” she whispered as she wrapped her legs around me, but suddenly she pushed me away and darted to the bathroom, “Hold that thought,” she shouted and I heard her heave.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I came into the bathroom.
“Just feeling a little sick, I think its stress.”
I bent down to move her hair out of the way and then it dawned on me. We haven’t used any protection since this all started.
“Are you on the pill?” I asked as she heaved again.
Her silence was enough to answer me.
In no time I had driven her to the nearest pharmacy and purchased a pregnancy test, which confirmed my suspicions. Zoey was pregnant, and there was no way we would be able to hide this from her parents.
It was harder than I thought, at first it was just a fling, but this has turned into so much more. For the first time in my life I felt like I have found the woman of my dreams. Eight years ago, I would never have considered this. Zoey was an innocent teenager who played softball and enjoyed life with her friends, now she was a grown woman who knew exactly what she wanted, and she wanted me. And to top it all off, she was pregnant wit
h my child.
We spent the last night before her parents returned making love until the early hours of the morning, and by the time I left, I felt empty. I had to make a plan, talk to Jeff and tell him that I was in love with his daughter.
Chapter 9
By the time I woke up Jayce was gone and it felt as if he had taken a piece of my heart with him. I stared blankly at the clock on my nightstand knowing that my parents would be home any time now and when they returned I was going to talk to them and tell them about Jayce. A wave of nausea hit me once again and I darted for the bathroom. I had to tell my parents, there was no other way around this.
The morning dragged by, and when mom and dad finally arrived home they told me all about their trip, but every time I wanted to tell them about Jayce my nerves got the better of me.
“How long have you been feeling ill?” my mom asked when she entered my room after I hid myself in the bathroom for the umpteenth time.
“Since this morning,” I lied while I brushed my teeth, “It must be something I ate.”
My mom looked at me and I could see the cogs turning in her mind.
“How has Jayce been?” she asked and I turned my back on her to prevent her from seeing my face.
“He’s fine, why do you ask?”
“Just asking,” she said and then she was gone.
They know, I thought. My mom and dad weren’t born yesterday and I’m sure they must have suspected this for some time. When I got back downstairs, Jayce was having a beer with my dad.
Oh dear god, I thought and ducked into the kitchen.
“We’re having a dinner party again?” I asked my mom trying to sound normal.
“You could say that,” she said and handed me the salad, “Your dad invited Jayce over.”
I didn’t bother to comment, simply followed my mom out in silence.
At dinner there was an eerie stillness that made it difficult to breathe, Jayce was seated opposite me and every now and again I caught him looking my way. I had no appetite at all and after shuffling my food around I gave up and put my fork down. It was then that my dad leaned forward with his hands folded under his chin.
“I believe the two of you have something to tell us?” he said and I cringed.
Jayce wiped his mouth and leaned back in his chair.
“Jeff, Margaret, I’m in love with Zoey,” it was a straight forward confession with no excuses and no buts, “and she’s having my baby.”
My mom lowered her head, but she didn’t appear upset, it looked more like she was hiding a smile, while my dad simply sat looking at both Jeff and I.
“Zoey how do you feel about all of this?” he asked and I tried my best to sound composed.
Time for the truth, “I’m in love with him too dad, I had a crush on him a long time ago and when I saw him again it all came flooding back, I’m so sorry.”
“Oh sweetheart, there’s no need for you to be sorry,” my mom said and my jaw dropped.
What the hell? Jeff was old enough to be my dad and my parents didn’t even seem upset.
“I’m confused, aren’t you supposed to be angry?” I asked and looked from one to the other.
My dad stood up and rested his hands on the table then looked at me, “I’ve known Jayce all my life, and if there is one man I would trust to keep my daughter safe and happy, it would be him,” he then turned to Jayce, “Buddy, you better take care of my daughter and our grandchild, do I have your word?”
Jayce smiled at me and stood up and came to stand behind me resting his hands on my shoulders, “You have my word,” he said and then kissed the top of my head.
The world was spinning, all this time we were sneaking around and hiding around when my mom and dad knew all along and approved of it! I should be annoyed, but I wasn’t, the sudden relief that washed over me knowing that I had their blessing was more than I could ask for.
I got up and hugged my mom and dad and thanked them for understanding, finally Jayce and I could be open about our relationship and start planning our life together.
*******
Six months later Jayce and I got married, it was a quite small wedding with close relatives and friends and I ended up moving into his house and started setting up the nursery. A few months later little Amber was born and of course mom and dad couldn’t get enough of their grandchild.
As for me, I managed to graduate, and Jayce’s help, started my own drama studio so that I can do what I always wanted. My life if full and complete, spending each day with the love of my life.
THE END
Tempting My Dad’s Best Friend
I couldn’t believe I was about to be given the shaft. Hard.
“Is there any way you can make this easier for me? I’m only 20. I’m not used to all this.” I was almost begging now. I never thought it would get this bad, and things would get so tight.
I’d always said I would find a way, that I would never plead for anything in life. But in life sometimes things work out differently than expected.
Bartending hadn’t paid as well as it could have. After hours of studying, I was usually too tired to engage with customers. So the tips had been bad. My manager had already issued a warning. I was desperate and I needed help. And now the dean wasn’t even willing to hear me out.
“We’ve already allocated all our scholarship money, I’m sorry, Ms. Williams.” The dean told me. “There really is nothing I can do.”
I bit my lip in an attempt to hold back the tears.
“But I...”
“Again, I’m sorry, Ms. Williams. You’ll need to find another way. I would like to help you. You’re a promising photography student but your grades are not spectacular enough to warrant the board to make an exception, as I’ve explained. I really wish we could help but my hands are tied. Perhaps, you could take a break from studying. Come back when you are in a better situation. Until then, there really is nothing the university can do for you.”
He wasn’t going to budge, I knew that for sure now. My hands were trembling and the tears were threatening to flow.
“And now, please, if you will excuse me, I have another appointment.”
And that was it. I’d been dismissed. He just looked down at his paperwork as though I was suddenly invisible.
Slowly, I stood up, steadying myself on the chair back. The dean didn’t even look up as I crossed the room and let myself out. Once out, I practically ran to the bathroom and locked myself into a stall.
The tears flowed freely now. I cried and cried, devastated that I would have to abandon my studies. I’d worked so hard. It wasn’t fair.
I sat on the toilet for half an hour until there was nothing left inside me but empty sobs. I needed to make another plan. All I had ever wanted was to be a professional photographer. My parents had gone through some financial difficulties in recent years, so I knew they couldn’t help me out.
Eventually I was able to summon the strength to leave the stall. I washed my face and made my way outside. It was a sunny day. Students were strewn across the College lawns, happily chatting or reading or just enjoying the warmth of the day.
They weren’t depressed like me. They had it made. Probably had their tuition paid for by their parents, I thought, bitterly. Not a care in the world.
I walked the short distance back to my small apartment. It had been cheaper than college residence and was close to the bar where I worked. I had gotten accustomed to the walk these past few months. It was my meditation, a chance to be with my thoughts, trying to figure it all out.
But I was at a loss now. I was already heavily in debt with no visible solution in sight. I looked up. Okay, maybe one solution.
In front of me, just a couple of blocks away from my apartment, was the Pussy Willow, a strip club notorious for its seedy clientele. I had always looked down on the women who worked there, confident that I would always be able to find other means of making money. These past few years had proved me wrong.
But then I rea
lized, it was either the Pussy Willow, or…
As much as I didn’t want to do it, I had no choice but to ask my dad for help. I put on a brave face and called him. But, when I did so, it turned out that he had an idea that might just solve all my problems.
His good friend, Robert Alexander, owned a corporate firm in the city. I wanted more than anything to finish school, and knew if I could just get a half decent job for a couple of months, I could afford to finish up my studies. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck in an office 9 to 5 forever, but if it was just for a while, I could soon go back to pursuing my passion of photography.
Sunday night came around, and with my trial positon settled, I readied myself for my first day at work, working for Mr. Alexander. I went through the email briefing on my laptop, and got under the covers for a good night’s rest, the butterflies in my tummy swirling.
At 8.55am the next morning, I walked up to the reception desk. The lady behind the desk pointed me in the right direction. I thanked her and made my way to the cubicle that was going to be my workplace for the foreseeable future.
The admin work was pretty simple, and after lunch the lady at the front desk informed me that Mr. Alexander wanted to see me in his office at 2pm sharp. I had only ever met him once or twice before, at my parent’s house, but that was when I was much younger, so I hardly remembered him at all.
2pm came around and I knocked on Mr. Alexander’s glass office door. After a couple of seconds I heard a deep voice from inside say, “Come in.”
I walked in and he had his back to me in his big leather chair, and was on the phone. “Take a seat, Jane.” He said, mid-conversation, without even turning to look at me.
I couldn’t help but feel a powerful dominant presence radiate from him. He hung up the phone, swiveled his chair around and stood up, facing me.
My heart skipped a beat.
He was at least 6ft2, tanned with messy dark blonde hair and wide shoulders. He was dressed very smartly but still casual, wearing a shirt with no tie, a jacket, slacks and shiny dress shoes. Even though he was as old as my dad, much older than me, he was far from being classed as an ‘old man’.