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“Oh please, Sam, I’m nineteen. We can cut it out with the whole ‘I’m the responsible adult’ horseshit. I’m not a little girl anymore and we don’t even interact,” she sasses. “You’re not responsible for anything.”
There’s some truth to her words because it’s true, we don’t see each other much. The young woman and I are cordial when we pass each other in the hallways, but those exchanges are few and far between. Hell, we probably haven’t even had a meal together in the past year, and that’s my fault. I’m incredibly busy at my practice, so I’ve lost touch with the little minx, and when I get home late at night, her door is usually firmly closed.
But candidly, I have been looking for some sort of excuse to interact with Harlow for a while now. It’s pretty rancid, but I’ve noticed her on the few occasions we’ve brushed shoulders. After all, just a few years ago, my stepdaughter was a scrawny, gangly child, but over the last couple of years, she’s blossomed into a beautiful woman with sumptuous curves encased in sexy, flirtatious outfits.
But now, my gaze roams across her body once more. She’s all flushed, creamy skin, huge tits, wide hips, and thick thighs. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like for those legs to be wrapped around my waist as we moan together with pleasure. What would it would feel like to have those arms locked around my neck as I suckle at her tight nipples? What it would feel like to have her pussy clenching around my cock as she begs harder, deeper, faster? My pants feel tight at the crotch, and with a growl, I wonder if she notices my cock growing firm through the blue scrubs.
Maybe she’d like it, I muse, but I brush the thought away. Just because I’m ready to take her, doesn’t mean that Harlow wants to be ravished.
“What are you even doing in here?” I ask instead, trying to keep my voice steady.
Harlow thrusts her bottom lip outward once more and it’s almost cute. “I was exercising,” she says haughtily and throws her long brown hair back over her shoulder. “If you couldn’t tell.”
I let out a rude snort, surveying her figure again.
“In a bikini?” I ask her incredulously. “Or is that even a bikini? What is it, just some random cloth connected to patches of material?”
But even as her pout deepens, Harlow grabs her phone and finally turns off the awful pop music that was blasting. “It’s the new style, for your information,” she says in a haughty tone. “But yeah, my music was too loud right? Sorry. I didn’t think it was a big deal—and I didn’t expect you to show up,” she adds, her voice ringing in the now silent room. Then she looks right into my eyes, her own brown ones full of challenge. “You’re quite the unannounced visitor, Sam.”
I’m surprised by how much I like Harlow’s feistiness toward me. I guess I expected her to behave how she usually does when we interact— polite, but distant. But instead, her spunkiness is borderline flirtatious tonight. In fact, she doesn’t appear to be that upset at all, come to think of it.
“No, it’s fine. But yeah, I knocked on your door three times,” I explain, holding my hands in front of my body in a defensive pose. “You just had your music too damn loud to hear me. Besides, how was I supposed to know that you would be in here dressed like you were going to a beach party?”
Harlow huffs loudly and begins to plant her hands on her hips. But then she thinks better of it at the last second, catching the sweater before it falls. Unfortunately, she’s not quick enough because I catch a naughty glimpse of those perky tits and my shaft goes rock hard. Holy fuck, she’s got such big tits for a teenager, and I long to suckle at them.
I know in this moment that I have two choices. I can either keep flirting with Harlow, and see what might become of our playful banter, or I can do the right thing, which is to turn around and forget all about this interaction. But as I stare at the sensual brunette, I suddenly realize that there’s no going back because my body’s aching for the sweet girl, and I need to find out what comes next.
4
Harlow
I watch Sam closely as he looks at me. I swear I see something almost wild flash through his brilliant blue eyes, but just as I open my mouth, his expression goes blank. Hmm, that’s strange because I definitely caught him checking out my boobs just now when I almost dropped my sweater. And I’m pretty sure that firm-looking bulge in his pants isn’t his wallet.
