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At least that’s why I’ve never even look at myself naked.
Oh, I just dunno anymore.
“I promised your dad I’d look after you,” he says, holding my eyes with his. They look pained, like he wants to tell me something, but knows he can’t.
I think we both know what we want to say, but the elephant in the room is my dad and he’s not even here.
“You’re a beautiful young woman, Stacey,” he says, creasing his lips thoughtfully. He opens his mouth to say something else but thinks better of it.
I feel like my heart will burst if he doesn’t give me another compliment or just picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, caveman style.
Food be damned, I could just gnaw on Ben for nourishment.
Unexpectedly, he turns and goes back to his cooking, not saying another word about it, but I can’t leave it like this.
I’ll never sleep again let alone tonight until I know if he likes me that way or not.
If he does, I have no idea what I’ll do. But if he doesn’t, then I’ll probably die of embarrassment, so I really can’t win and I think it shows in my expression as I feel myself pouting. Huffing on the spot.
Like a spoiled child who doesn’t know what she wants. Even though I know deep down all I want is Ben even though I don’t know how that’s gonna happen until I tell him how I really feel.
I just don’t have the courage to say so, or the wherewithal to handle it if he rejects me or even accepts me.
“Let’s just have some dinner, huh?” he says finally, leaving it there for now as he prods the searing steaks, asking if I still like it bloody and underdone before he flips them.
Chapter Eight
Ben
I can’t believe what I’m hearing when she apologizes for seeing her naked. I know she must’ve wanted me to see her like that, but I can’t figure out why she’d need to apologize.
Maybe in case, I told her dad? Not that I’m telling him much when it comes to how I really feel about his only daughter.
Yeah, there was a lot of steam, but I got an eyeful and it’s been etched on my brain ever since.
Every time I look at her now, I want to see her naked all over again, bouncing on my fat cock until she screams my name.
But like I tell her as well as remind myself, I made a promise to her dad.
And, well. I wouldn’t want to ruin two friendships if I made the pass I know I want to if it meant she wasn’t ready, or worse.
If Stacey decided tomorrow or in a year’s time that it was a bad idea to have me tell her how I really feel.
I don’t know which is worse.
Not having her while she’s so close, or the idea of losing her and her dad altogether if I do tell her.
If I press the point and show her how I feel.
If it isn’t plainly obvious anyway.
I’ve never been so damned hard in my whole life, not even when I was her age did I ever feel so potent.
So virile.
So needy for anyone like feel for her.
And so it stands between us, this silent yearning.
I know she wants something to happen, but maybe she just wants s kiss or to know a man actually does find her attractive?
Who am I kidding though, I felt that charge between us when our fingers touch.
I felt it while I watched her in the woods as much as I felt it when I carried her back to my truck.
As much as I feel it now.
We eat in silence, with only the storm outside interrupting every now and then with dimming lights or a creak or groan from the building.
I’m always able to eat, but it isn’t long before I notice she’s only pushing food around her plate.
“Not good?” I ask, a little surprised. My steak is excellent and I’m already eyeing hers if she doesn’t want it.
“Maybe something else?” I suggest, wondering if the size of the steak is too much for her, or just not what she feels like eating right now but she smiles politely and says the food’s nice and eats a little but nowhere near the amount I’d prefer her to eat.
I finish mine and make some small talk, mostly about the weather which is so lame, but given our current situation, it’s not too corny.
“You’re gonna need your strength,” I remind her, making her smile as she catches me eyeing her food again, as well as her chest which I only notice is resting on the table.
To think I wear that robe most nights and here she is a few feet away from me, buck naked underneath it.
I feel my loins stirring again, trying to think of something else to say, anything else but swiping the table clear and hoisting her up onto it so I can fill her.
