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“Too long ago,” she teases.
Last night while her parents were at bridge night, I told Vayda I had to run to the store while she was watching her TV shows. We only had about thirty minutes together, but it was enough to get my fix until I could see her today. She’s like a drug I’m now addicted to; craving it and always wanting more. My body twitched for her touch, my mind missed our conversations, and my heart skipped a beat every single time I pressed my lips against hers.
If she wasn't nineteen and I wasn't her best friend's dad, I probably would've proposed by now, as crazy as it sounds. Just last night, I dreamed of sharing a life with this fantastic, energetic young woman. She makes me feel young again like I'm too old for a second chance at a happily ever after.
Our kiss starts to intensify, and I shove her against the wall, grinding my hips against hers as I caress her tits. Fuck, she drives me absolutely insane. Her scent, her touch, her beauty. She brings out a side of me I haven’t felt in years.
My hand slips between our bodies, and I start to rub her clit through her cotton panties. Her breathing hastens, and my heart starts racing. At my age, I thought everything slowed down, but with Oakley, it's like my whole body starts to speed up with the potency of youth.
I know we don’t have much time, so I want to take in as much of her as I can, but then I feel my phone buzz in my back pocket.
I pull it out of my pocket with a grunt and curse when I read the display. "Fuck!" I curse again and hold up the screen for Oakley to read. She giggles as I answer the phone.
“Hey, John,” I answer, tightly closing my eyes. How the fuck was I going to keep my cool while I had his daughter pegged against my living room wall?
“Levi, glad I caught you. I need some help moving the grill for the cookout over the weekend. Think you can come over and give me a hand?”
“Now?” I ask as Oakley starts tugging on my belt. Her small hands quickly deal with the clasp and pull my jeans down to my ankles. She gives me a wicked grin before she takes me into her mouth.
“Yeah, if you’re not busy,” he replies.
I use every ounce of control I have to respond, making sure my voice doesn’t give me away. “Sure, give me a few minutes.”
"Great, thank you. Oh, is Oakley over there?" John asks. "I can't find her, and she's not answering her phone."
I cringe and shake my head, trying not to lose my shit while Oakley’s currently on her knees, giving me a goddamn blowjob. “Nope, I haven’t seen her. Maybe she’s studying at the library?” I cringe at having to lie to him.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Okay, well see ya soon then.” John hangs up the phone just as my dick pulses and erupts into Oakley’s gorgeous mouth. She cups my balls as she sucks me dry. Stars burst in front of my eyes and my legs tense even as guilt creeps through the satisfaction.
“Fuck, Oakley. That was your dad on the phone,” I say once I regain my composure.
She laughs and licks her lips. "And? Like you said, I'm doing homework. I'm at your home, and I'm working at making you happy."
The seductive grin she gives me makes my dick want her even more. I shake my head and groan before I press her against the wall and kiss her again. I can taste myself on her lips and want to sink to my knees right now and taste her, but her dad is waiting for me.
I slide my hand down her back to slap her on the ass and let out a deep breath. “Go home, you fucking min
x.”
Just to irk me she giggles and bounces away, her dark hair leaps in her wake.
After washing my face and regaining my senses, I head over the ladder that I built for the girls years ago into John’s backyard. I find him on the patio and wonder how the hell Oakley had managed to get in without her father spotting her. She probably had to walk around the entire block and sneak in the front.
“There you are. I just need this thing to go over there. You know how Molly gets. Everything is about organization and planning. Christ, I’m sure if I let her she would even organize the fucking grass to grow at the same speed just to have everything perfect for the cookout.”
I laugh. John and Sarah's banter and complaints are endearing to me because they genuinely love each other. Rebecca had never complained about anything I did, she just went and fucked another man instead. The fact that John and Sarah could tease one another meant they had a stable relationship.
I grab onto one side of the grill and John takes the other, and we slowly start to descend from their patio down the steps toward the pool.
“Hey, daddy,” Oakley calls out as she steps out onto the patio. My grip slips and I drop my side of the grill.
“Shit, sorry John. This fucking heat is making my hands sweat,” I complain, trying to cover up the guilt that must be evident on my face.
John laughs and turns to Oakley. “Hey baby, where’ve you been?”
“The library. I met a few friends there for an early study group session before classes start back up,” Oakley answers with an innocent smile. I keep my eyes on the grass. I love her fucking study group.
“Hi, Mr. B.” she calls out to me, and I merely nod in her direction, focusing very hard on not letting my grip slip again, or my dick twitch or my feet hook on the unorganized grass, as John calls it.
