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Feeling me stiffen even harder, and as my cock starts to twitch, she slows down then stops.
“I know you only want to come inside me,” she whispers, sounding guilty about it almost.
“Isn’t that what you want too?” I ask. “I’m not imagining it anymore, Sheree. I want you and I want to claim you properly. To fill you with our babies… To be with you, for good,” I tell her.
About as plain as I can make it for her, just in case she still has any doubts.
“But Zoe,” she groans, her hands dropping from my pulsing member.
The mention of my daughter also takes the edge off my arousal.
Kind of killing the moment.
Again.
But Sheree’s right. If there’s one thing that makes all of this difficult, it’s Zoe. And that’s not because it’s Zoe’s fault.
It’s because we both love Zoe more than anything.
I’m her dad and Sheree is her best friend.
How can this not be difficult because of that?
Reluctantly, I dress too.
Sheree holds onto me once we’re both fully clothed, not saying it but I know how hard all this is for her.
How many choices does she have to make in a short time?
“At least let me drive you someplace. I won’t have you wandering around in the cold,” I say sternly, knowing she’s about to tell me she has to go.
I still have an office to pack and a daughter to support by going to her rehearsal meeting.
It’s clear Sheree wants this secret for now, and I hate to admit it, but I have to agree.
Just for now though. Not forever.
“You could drop me at the theater, then pick Zoe and me up later when she’s done?” Sheree suggests.
I nod, planning to return and finish packing.
“And then what?” I retort, asking myself more than anything.
Already knowing that I’ll do whatever it takes to keep Sheree with me, for good.
No matter what the consequences.
Chapter Nine
Sheree
My little visit to heaven just now?
It sends me crashing back down to earth once I get a message from Zoe.
Like she’s somehow hard-wired to interrupt me and her dad from now on.
I’m proud of her for getting a part, even though it’s only an understudy role. It’s a start for her and she deserves it.
But seriously?
Her dad has just taught me what it means to be a real woman, to have a real orgasm for the first time in my whole life and she texts me with instructions for us both to go see her?
Again, it’s always about Zoe when it comes to Zoe. It’s just who she is as a person.
Besides all that, I’ve got Michael telling me that he’s a forever kind of guy.
None of this is a one-time only, get in your pants. Love ya and leave ya thing.
No.
He’s a real man and a man who knows what he wants. Meaning there’s no denying him when it comes down to it, and more than that, I don’t want to be apart from him either.
Not for one second.
As I dress I can feel him watching me, and turning to get more of the view I’m also craving, I can see Michael’s got no plans on getting dressed anytime soon.
His huge erection bobbing against his abs as he moves, making me want to tear all my clothes off all over again.
And then what?
Try and fit that monster inside of me?
I want to give myself to him fully, I really do. But it’s gonna take some doing. A lot of relaxing on my part and maybe even a few practice runs.
I mean, the man. Is. Huge.
All that aside, his huge dick is not the only thing I’m grappling with as I helplessly gravitate back towards it with both hands.
Calling Zoe back straight away is something I always do if I can, especially on a Saturday.
And today of all days, despite her bravado I know she needs her best friend’s support more than anything.
Her dad’s too.
I suggest Michael drop me at the theater and that he stop by later.
But he seems annoyed, put out by the idea of anything interfering with what he wants for us.
What we just did, and what I know we both crave more of already.
“I have to be out of the dorms by Monday,” I remind us both, and I know he has to be off campus by then too.
I need to pack still, and so does Michael.
If Zoe wasn’t living with him, it might be easier, or would it?
I’ve always told Zoe everything and I know Michael probably does too. Now it almost feels like we’re both betraying her love and trust because we’ve found our own.
The love I know I have for the man anyway.
Is it love he’s really feeling? He hasn’t said so.
But it’s been all of about an hour or so into our relationship.
If I’d even call it that.
Michael’s face is fixed in concentration. He eventually dresses and manages to keep his eyes on me but I can tell he’s processing all the information he has at his disposal before he makes any decisions.
