by S. C. Adams
“Ready?” I ask.
“Yup,” he replies.
He follows behind me as we walk over to a table next to a window. Soon, the cafeteria will be flooded with students and parents, and I’d rather be off to the side than in the center of it all. We place our trays on the table, and then both take a seat. I hand him a napkin and utensils.
“Thank you,” he says, smiling at me. I smile back as butterflies flutter around inside of my stomach.
“You’re welcome,” I say, trying my hardest not to blush. I take a forkful of the macaroni and cheese and put it in my mouth. “Mmm.”
“Is it good?” he asks, chuckling a bit.
“Very. Want to try some?” I ask.
“Sure,” he says as he dips his fork into the cheesy dish. He takes a bite, smiling as he devours it. “That’s actually pretty good.”
“See? I told you,” I giggle. “You can survive on this stuff.”
“I’m usually not a mac and cheese kind of guy, but that was better than I expected,” he admits.
“It’s because they use four different types of cheeses. I’m addicted to this stuff,” I say as I take another bite.
“Hopefully, the steak is half as good, although I’m a little skeptical about eating beef inside of a school cafeteria,” he jokes. I laugh as he cuts into the beef, then munches on a sliver. “Wow,” he says, a bit surprised. “This is better than I expected, too.”
“It’s Marymount’s gourmet dining,” I say, still giggling.
“It’s funny,” he remarks as he cuts another sliver of steak. “When I was in college, steak was never on the menu in my cafeteria.”
“Usually, it isn’t here either. I think they’re just pulling out all of the stops because it’s Parents Weekend,” I admit.
“Makes sense,” he says. “It’s important to play the big points right.”
“What college did you go to?” I inquire.
“Colbert University in Rhode Island,” he says as he drops one of the diced red skin potatoes, causing me to giggle. He smiles, those blue eyes amused. “You have such an infectious laugh, sweetheart. I love hearing it.”
There he goes again, complimenting me. Drake’s been flattering me all day, and I’m not complaining. In fact, I like it a lot, and it sounds silly, but it feels like we’re on a first date, the kind that you never want to end. I’ve been smiling and laughing for an hour solid now, and enjoying my time with this charismatic man.
“What was your major?” I ask.
He grins.
“I was a business major. College was tough because even though I had a full scholarship, I still had to work a part-time job to pay for food and anything else extra. Plus, I had to keep my grades up or else I would’ve lost my scholarship. So some nights after work, I didn’t get any sleep because I had to stay up studying for exams the next day.”
“Your parents didn’t help you out?” I ask.
“They couldn’t afford to,” he confesses. “I didn’t have a lot of money growing up. In fact, if it weren’t for the full scholarship, I probably wouldn’t have even been able to go to college, period.”
Oh wow. I had no idea he wasn’t born into money. Drake’s such a successful businessman now that I just assumed he had some family help along the way. But it actually makes me admire him even more because he worked so hard to get to where he is now. He’s the kind of man who knows what he wants and goes after it.
“I’m sorry. I had no idea,” I say apologetically.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. It’s no big deal. My folks are retired now, living the good life down in Fort Lauderdale, so everything worked out fine,” he says.
“That’s true. And now, you’re a billionaire.” He nods as he takes another bite. I glance down at our lunch trays. What was I thinking, bringing him here for lunch? I should’ve just agreed to go to Chez Josephine with him. “I’m sorry about lunch.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
I sigh.
“You’re used to five star restaurants and gourmet chefs. We should have gone to the restaurant you suggested instead of eating here in my school’s cafeteria.”
“Jenna,” Drake says as he reaches across the table and seizes my hand, sending electricity coursing through my veins. “I’m glad I’m here with you. The food here is great, but the time I’m spending getting to know you is even better. Who needs Chez Josephine? I’d rather eat Marymount’s best with you.”
“Really? You mean it?” I ask tentatively.
He grins.
“Of course I do,” he says. “Trust me, five star dining isn’t as important as spending time with someone you really care about.”
I feel my cheeks turning red as I smile hesitantly. This man knows just what to say to make my heart pound. I take another bite of macaroni and cheese, and yet I still can’t stop smiling. Other students start rolling into the cafeteria with their parents, and I try to look more normal, instead of like a sappy fool. This isn’t a date. Drake’s here because my parents begged him to come, and remembering that fact, my smile slowly fades away.
“Thanks again for coming to Parents Weekend,” I say in a low voice. “I’m sure you have a ton of places you’d rather be right now,” I say.
The big man leans back easily in his chair.
“No need to thank me. I’m happy to be here. In fact, it’s the only place I want to be right now,” he replies.
“Are you sure? There’s probably a fancy dinner party you should be getting ready for right now instead of sitting in a college campus cafeteria.”
He grins.
“I’m positive, honey. If I weren’t here right now, I’d be in my penthouse all alone,” he says.
“Yes, but it must be a huge, beautiful penthouse with all the amenities,” I reflect in a wry tone.
“Yeah, it’s amazing,” he admits. “But it gets really lonely on occasion. Most of the time, I wish I had someone there with me because it’s so huge and I feel like I rattle around inside by myself.”
I look at him askance.
“Really? You don’t have someone to keep you company in your penthouse? Like an actress or a model?”
He laughs throatily.
“Most of the women I meet are superficial and don’t add any value to my life. I want a real woman who’s beautiful, funny, and smart,” he says lightly. OMG, where is this conversation going?
“But you haven’t met anyone like that yet?” I ask.
Then the blow comes.
“Actually, I have,” he says, causing my heart to sink into the pit of my stomach. “She’s amazing.”
“Oh, of course,” I comment softly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” But Drake continues, his expression teasing.
“I’m just afraid that I’m too old for her,” he murmurs, still gazing into my eyes.
Now, his stare is intense and impossible to break away from. Could he be talking about me? I hope so, but I can’t assume anything because I don’t want to put my foot in my mouth. Yet I can’t just ask him if I’m the woman he’s talking about because if I’m not, then I’ll look like a complete idiot. So I dance around the issue.
“Maybe she’s into older guys,” I suggest. “Some girls are.”
“Do you like older men, sweetheart?” he asks. I hesitate before answering. OMG, the moment has come, and suddenly, I can’t lie. I don’t want to.
“Yes,” I say softly after a brief moment of silence.
Suddenly, a loud crash breaks the bubble surrounding us, causing both of us to look over at the kitchen area. Someone must’ve knocked over the yellow trays because they’re scattered all over the floor now. A few people gather around, and slowly, I turn toward Uncle Drake to find him gazing at me, his expression unreadable.
“So what’s next on the agenda?” he asks.
I swallow and try to get my head on straight.
“There are a few activities to do around campus, but they start in an hour,” I say.
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Well, I guess we can just sit here and talk for the next hour. I feel like there’s so much I don’t know about you,” he says.
Technically, he’s right. I’ve completely avoided him for the last few years because of the major crush I’ve had on him. Now, I regret running and hiding at every family function because this day has been perfect so far. As I stare into his eyes, he no longer feels like an uncle to me – instead, he’s the man that I desire and we’re definitely on a date.
“What would you like to know about me?” I ask softly.
He grins.
“Well, let’s see…I already know you want to study sociology, which I did a little research on before I came here,” he says.
“You did?” I ask, surprised.
“Yeah, I wanted to make sure I didn’t sound like an idiot this time,” he confesses.
“You didn’t sound like an idiot,” I protest, giggling. I’m flattered that he went out of his way to learn about something that I’m interested in because it shows that he really cares.
But then he shoots me an amused look.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“Nothing. It’s just that you have a little bit of cheese on the corner of your mouth,” he explains.
“I do?” I reach for a napkin.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get it,” he says as he leans forward.
Gently, Drake places his hand on the side of my face. Without even realizing it, I nestle my cheek into his palm. Then he softly brushes his thumb across my lips, causing my stomach to fill with fluttering butterflies. His gentle caress skims over my lips before one finger gently touches my tongue. I stare at him, unable to breathe as I gently suck his digit in my mouth. Oh god, this is so wrong yet totally arousing too. What do we do? He’s my uncle, and the one man I can never have.
10
Jenna
The evening dusk casts a romantic orange glow, yet I can’t help but feel a bit sad. Our perfect day together is coming to an end. I knew this would happen, but I wasn’t expecting time to fly by so quickly. I wish we didn’t have to say goodbye tonight, but it is what it is. I check the time on my cell phone; it’s getting pretty late, and I’m sure Drake wants to get back home soon anyways.
“I guess I should head back to my dorm now?” I ask.
“I’ll walk you,” he murmurs.
I smile. Luckily, I have a few more moments with him before we go our separate ways for the evening. Slowly, we stroll down the campus walkway. I can see my dorm building from here, but neither of us wants to rush, so instead, we amble. The wind blows, and I shiver slightly from the breeze.
“Are you cold?” Drake asks.
“Just a little,” I smile.
“Here.” He takes off his peacoat and drapes it around my shoulders.
“But aren’t you cold?” I ask.
He grins. “I’ll be okay. All that matters to me is that you’re warm,” he replies.
“Thank you,” I whisper gratefully.
Could Drake be any more perfect? I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to being his niece; I wish I didn’t have to. If only we could share days as wonderful as this one together all the time. I suspected it was going to be magical, but I wasn’t expecting to experience these feelings. Yet after this weekend, things will go back to the way they were, and I’ll only see him at family functions. How depressing.
Side by side, we step into the lobby. I sigh again, glancing around. It’s pretty empty, even for a Saturday night. Shrugging my shoulders, we stroll over to the elevator and I press the metal, dome-shaped button protruding from the wall. The doors spread wide open, and I take a deep breath, sensing the end is near.
But Drake steps into the small cube too. Okay, he’s going to walk me to my room. That’s very nice. Too quickly, the doors open again, this time to let us out. I step out and the hallway’s oddly empty. Maybe there’s a party somewhere on campus that I don’t know about, but even if I did, I wouldn’t go. Drake’s is the only face I want to see tonight, and sadly, this is where we say goodbye.
“I had a great time with you today,” he growls as we stop in front of my door.
“I had a lot of fun, too,” I say softly.
“Take care of yourself, okay?” he smiles. “Enjoy your college years.”
I nod and swallow around the huge lump in my throat. Then I take off his peacoat and hand it to him.
“Thanks, Uncle Drake. Will do,” I mutter, looking down. Then, I stick my key into the lock, and it clicks as I turn it. “Goodnight.”
I steal one last glance at him, our eyes meeting for the millionth time today. Slowly, I turn the doorknob, but just as I push the door open, he spins me around. The older man presses his lips against mine, and electricity fills the air as he kisses me passionately. Holy shit, I was not expecting to end this night with an intense lip lock!
My frame becomes weak, and I fall into his muscular arms. He catches me and pulls me in closer, and I completely give in to his embrace. After years of longing to be held in his arms, the moment is finally here! Then, he gently places his hand on the back of my neck as our smooch intensifies, and I moan deliriously into his mouth. This is everything I’ve dreamed of, and more.
We step into the room as the door slams shut behind us. Then, Drake softly seizes my derriere with both of his hands, and squeezes. I swoon.
“Do you like that?” he chuckles throatily. “You’ve got a great ass, honey.”
Without waiting for an answer, my uncle hoists me onto the bed, and takes a step back to look into my eyes, his gaze intense. Why did he stop? Did I do something wrong?
“What is it?” I pant, unbearably aroused.
“Is this what you want, Jenna?” he asks. I nod, but he maintains his distance. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you.”
“I don’t feel that way. I want this; I want you. I always have,” I admit.
He gazes into my eyes as he places his hand on my cheek. He gently caresses it, and I turn my head slightly and kiss his palm. He leans in again, softly pressing his lips against mine, then steps back and takes his shirt off, revealing sculpted six-pack abs. I run my fingers along the creases of his muscular stomach and desire pools in my stomach. He takes my hand in his and guides it up his abs, then places it on his chest.
His heart throbs beneath a solid pec, reminding me of just how fast my own pulse is going. Its rhythm enchants me, and I feel completely spellbound by him, but I don’t mind.
“We’re in sync,” he notes.
OMG, this definitely isn’t a hook-up; there’s something in the air between us and it burns fiery and bright. I know our relationship is wrong, but everything between us feels so perfect. After all, we’re two adults who have an undeniable attraction that has manifested into intense desire. My family won’t understand, but right now, I don’t care. Our hearts are linked, and that’s all that matters.
I lean forward, gently kissing him. The butterflies return to the pit of my stomach, their flapping wings tickling the inside of my gut. He takes off my soft pink sweater, exposing my lace bra. He unhooks it and stares at my perky double D breasts before kissing one as he caresses the other, arousing me in a way I didn’t know was possible. I’m not as experienced as most of my friends; in fact, I’m still a virgin.
I’ve thought about this moment for years – the day I would lose my innocence and become a woman. I’ve held out for so long because I wanted my first time to be special, with someone I really cared about. Now, it’s finally here, and I’m glad Drake’s the one who will be taking me. He gently lays me down on the bed, the moonlight limning our half-naked bodies. My nervous body quivers as I stare up into his eyes. He gently runs his finger from my stomach down to the top of my jeans, hesitating before he unbuttons them.
“Is this okay, sweetheart?” he rasps.
I nod wordlessly, barely able to breathe, and he unfastens the denim and slowly slides it off of my lower body, his hands brushing against my skin as he
does. He tosses the pair of jeans to the side, then kisses my inner thigh, causing me to moan. My heart races as his lips tickle my flesh. Pulling down my lace panties, he continues to kiss my ivory thighs. Before I know it, I’m completely nude before him, mewling and panting.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, those blue eyes hungry. Feeling a bit bashful, I blush.
“Thank you,” I say softly.
“Is it alright if I taste you?” he asks.
OMG, is this really happening? My pulse speeds but I manage to answer.
“Yes.” My bottom lip is quivering. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I completely trust him.
Gently gripping my thighs, he spreads my legs open, causing my heart to beat even faster. He lowers himself and stares at my soaking wet pink flesh, briefly admiring the glistening folds. Then he softly presses his lips against my bulging clit, causing a moan to slip from my mouth. Glancing down at him, we lock eyes as he strokes the sliver of flesh with his tongue. Another moan flows from my lips.
“Oh yes,” I sigh, arching my back. “Mmmm.”
Drake grins as he slowly slicks his tongue over my pearl. My legs begin to shake from the sensual feeling and I juice hotly into his mouth. No matter how hard I try to stifle the sounds flowing from my lips, they spill like gushing water. I give up and allow the moans to erupt as I grip the sheets.
“How does it feel?” he growls, still staring up into my eyes.
“So good,” I pant. “More, Daddy!”
“I will,” he mutters. “I can’t get enough.”
Wrapping my legs around his neck, I hold him in place. He gently caresses my rock hard nipples, sending a wave of tingles throughout my frame. My moans grow louder as he satisfies my trembling body. I grip the sheets tighter, balling them up in my fists as I near my peak. Oh gosh, I don’t think I can hold back any longer. Twisting in the moonlight, my body jerks as my pussy begins to ripple.
“Oh Drake, I’m coming!” I scream.
“Come, baby girl,” he rasps. “Come all over my face.”
I shriek again, twisting my nipples as he thrusts his tongue repeatedly into my hole. Meanwhile, my pussy convulses hard, hot juices flowing from my core.