Gia Blue My Daddy S Best Friend
Gia Blue My Daddy S Best Friend
Gia Blue My Daddy S Best Friend
Gia Blue
August 2011
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love to stroke and fondle when I masturbate and a shapely ass that all of my friends envy. Boys
always want to grab my behind, and older perverts cant seem to keep their gazes off it when I
walk by. Im not a slut, but I like to tease. Okay, maybe that nudges me closer to being slutastic,
but Im very selective about who I sleep with. I dont fuck losers and Ive always been interested
in older guys.
What can I say? Theyre more experienced in bed. Theres more to sex than just sticking
your dick in the wet hole and jiggling it in and out. They know how to eat a woman properly,
how to make a round of sex last long into the night. Unlike some boys Ive fucked. A few jabs
and they came all over me. Ugh. And Mr. Parker, the object of my desire, is the only one I cant
seem to lure into playing choo-choo into my panties.
But it doesnt stop me from wanting him.
Mr. Parker got divorced a couple years ago. The gossip is his wife left him because she
couldnt take being alone all the time. Which is bull crap. Mr. Parker was often deployed to
different countries at moments notice, but hed never left his wife for longer than a few months.
I heard rumors that Amanda, cheated on him all the time. People talked. I caught my mom
gabbing to her friends on the phone about the way Amanda would screw anything that had a
cock. From the delivery guy, to the sleazy bar owner on King Street and a stripper with a strapon. I couldnt understand what kind of woman would want to divorce a man like Mr. Parker.
Dumb bitch, apparently.
I did a high-five in secret when I heard the news Amanda had served Mr. Parker with
divorce papers. It had given me the edge I needed to seduce him. I didnt know how and when,
but I knew someday he would be mine.
For the last couple of months, Ive sent him signals. Dad always invites him over for
dinner every Sunday night if he is in the country, or when my dad and his friends play poker. Mr.
Parker always does his best to ignore me, but the guy is lonely. I know it. I can see it in his eyes,
eating away at him. His cock seems to be fighting with his brain whenever I drop my hints,
though. Twitching and filling when I lean too close.
He has to think Im untouchable. Being his friends daughter and all.
My dad doesnt approve of me dressing like a whore. (His words, not mine.) And I dont
need to. I can get any guy, even in my Sunday best and covered from head to toe. I just
graduated from a good Catholic school and I used to wear the standard plaid uniforma short
skirt and a fitted, white blouse. When Mr. Parker would come over to the house during the day, I
would exchange my white bra for a black one and undo the first three buttons of my shirt, so he
could see the tanned line of my cleavage. He always averted his gaze as if he were being
chastised by an invisible nun.
Or if he came at night, I would change into my tight jogging suit that outlined the shape
of my body. Especially my firm little ass. I liked to wiggle it suggestively whenever he glanced
in my direction. And he would always blush.
Kind of adorable. To see a grown man blush.
But what I like even more was to see a grown man cry. Whenever I ride a guys dick hard
and have him under me, sobbing in pleasure, it makes me feel strong and powerful. Like a
goddess.
Two weeks ago, my parents talked about sending me to Brown University. With my good
grades and the credits Id earned, my acceptance had been a slam dunk. My mom and dad
attended the school way back when, meeting in their first year, and theyd decided they wanted
me to follow in their footsteps.
try and clean it up. The darn thing broke in the middle and I cant use the sink at all. Dad told me
to leave it alone so he could fix it tomorrow. But I was impatient and did the pokey thingy
again. I tangle my fingers together in front of me, which just manages to create more cleavage
for Mr. Parker to ogle. Now the pipe underneath is leaking all over. I thought, maybe, you could
help fix it? Dad is going to have a fit when he finds out I made it worse.
His eyebrow arches a fraction. Kids, he mutters. When are they ever going to listen?
He nods. Ill just grab a toolbox from my trunk and see what I can do.
Thanks, Mr. Parker. I appreciate it. I flash him my biggest, most innocent-looking
smile.
Sure. No problem.
I pad back to my room, Mr. Parker in tow, and open my bedroom door. A quick tilt of
my head and I direct him toward my lair. My bathroom is over there.
Mr. Parker shimmies past me and places his toolbox on the tile floor, so he can examine
the sink. While hes distracted, I lean against the door, ever so slowly flick the tiny button on the
knob to lock it and then hurry to join him in the bathroom. Crouched, he opens the cabinet and
peers into the dimness, eyebrows pulled together.
I dont see anything leaking. His tone was accusing.
I lean against the doorframe. You sure? Must be the other pipe.
It took him less than a second to realize Id made everything up. He grabs his toolbox,
face darkening as he glares at me. This isnt funny, Jess.
I block his way, drop my voice to a seductive purr. No, it isnt. I rose to the tips of my
toes, lean forward and brush my lips across his, arms snaking around his neck as I grind my hips
against himletting him know just how much I want him.
Mr. Parker jerks away, hands circling my forearms and keeping me from going farther.
Jessie
I wont tell anyone. It would be our little secret. I kiss him again, lick his lips, savoring
his taste, the musk.
His body tensed in response, face dark. Jess. This is wrong.
Why? Because youre my dads friend?
That. And youre too young.
I ease closer while hes distracted, bringing myself flush against his body. Shush. Im
eighteen. Just think about how good this could be... I brush my lips over his again, nibble his
lower one and trace it with the tip of my tongue. I wiggle one arm free of his grasp and snake my
hand down toward his crotch, triumph fills me when I find him hard beneath his jeans. His cock
jumps against my hand at first touch, and I squeeze his erection. I ache to have him slamming
into me.
I slide my tongue into his mouth and give him a greedy kiss, giving as much as Im
taking. I savor his taste, cinnamon and clove with a hint of spice. Manly.
Mr. Parker wasnt resisting any longer. He returns my kiss. Shy at first, tentative ventures
into my mouth, hints of tongue. This is the man I know, quiet and soft-spoken.
But then the kiss changes. Deepens, strengthens and nearly drops me to my knees. Hes
aggressive, demanding, drawing my pleasure out while his hands roam, squeeze and pinch.
Fuck.
The man knows how to kiss. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth as I knead his erection
through the heavy fabric, my pussy growing wetter with each passing second. Fuck, I want him,
in me, on top of me, behind me. God, I dont even care what hole he uses.
His breathing is labored as he murmurs against my mouth, telling me how bad he wants
me, his dirty girl, and his cock is so hard against my palm I know hes telling the truth. His voice
rumbles through me, like the growl of a big cat, turning me on even more. My bodys response is
wanton, nipples hard, pussy clenched and juices soaking my panties.
I whimper when he breaks our kiss, but calm when I see hes just placing the toolbox on
the floor, which gives me the opportunity to close the bathroom door behind me. No way Im
going to let him escape now.
Mr. Parker blinks and freezes for a moment, a look of doubt flashes across his features,
letting me know he seemed to have second thoughts. Jessie...
I jump on him before he can say another word and wrap my arms around his shoulders,
whispering against his lips. It would be our little secret. No one needs to know about it. Now
kiss me. Please.
His gaze bores into mine and he pauses another moment before he does what I ask, gives
me the same hard, starving kiss as before. His hands roam my back, then he grabs my ass and I
reward him by grinding my pelvis against his. His erection settles easily against my mound,
pussy screaming to be filled. Im beyond hot, Im fucking burning.
I want him to fuck my brains out. Twice.
I release him for a moment and nudge him until hes sitting on the toilet seat. Now Ive
got room to straddle his thighs, beg for what I want. Touch me.
I need his hands on me more than my next breath.
His attention is fixed on my chest and it doesnt look as if hes going to move any time
soon. I grab his hands, those work-worn callused hands, and place them on my breasts, nipples
poking him. Mr. Parker lets out a low groan, palms covering my ample flesh nicely. He squeezes
me. Gentle and hard, alternating, kneading and playing. Giving me some, but nowhere near
enough.
Take it off. I want to feel you on my skin. His voice is deep, almost growling.
I want it too.
Before I can beg, he whips my tank top over my head and his gaze seems to burn when
he first sees me topless. Like an addict who had been deprived for far too long and was suddenly
offered a fix. He cups my breasts again, fingers rolling and pinching my nipples.
I moan, pleasure shooting through my body, settling around my pussy. That felt so damn
fucking good and I ground against his erection, the bulge snug against my mound. Lick them.
Suck them. Please.
Mr. Parker lowers his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth, tongue teasing, pressing
and teeth nibbling. I throw my head back and cry out. Fuck. His mouth. I arch backward, breast
pushing forward, body tight while he sucks me like he means it. Hes flicking my nipple back
and forth. I love what hes doing, especially when he circles the peak of my hard bud. Im
creaming in my panties, cunt wanting. Ive never ached like this for any other guy. Just him, Mr.
Parker.
He releases one nipple and turns to the other. I grab his head and claw his scalp before I
lower my head and press my face to his hair, inhale a lungful of his scent. God, I cant get
enough of him. He smells of sweat, dust and his own musk, just like a real man should. His teeth
bear down on my breast, a hint of pain slinking through me, and I flinch.
Yes, I urge. More. So much more.
He does it again. Harder this time. I swear that almost brings me to an instant orgasm. I
dont think I could be any wetter, wanting more, so ready to fuck. I love it when guys bite my
nipples. Or mark my breasts with their teeth. It feels so territorial. Like an alpha male marking
his whore-bitch. I quiver from head to toe when he sucks my flesh deep into his mouth. Fuck. It
feels as if my spine will melt at any moment. Like wax on hot tar. By the time hes finished, my
panties are saturated with my juices.
Mr. Parker swallows and I trace the path of his Adams apple with my gaze. Youre so
pretty, Jessica. Such a pretty little girl, arent you? He squeezes the globes of my ass.
I preen at his compliment. He sounds sincere and I shudder at the thought of our age
difference, of being called a little girl.
He runs his hands up my thighs. His rough, battle honed, soldier hands feel rough against
my skin. He continues his upward journey, fingers teasing the juncture of my thighs. God.
Youre wet.
I burn for you, I breathe out.
Hmm. He hitches my mini skirt up and slips his hand beneath the silk of my panties. A
curse blossoms on his lips. So smooth.
I like it smooth. Its cleaner, you know? I know guys dont like having hair in their
mouths.
Mr. Parker makes a strangled noise in his throat, eyes wide for a moment while he takes a
deep, quick breath.
I giggle and climb from his lap before tugging my panties down my legs. A blink later
and I lose the skirt too. A flick of my foot and I kick it from my ankle, leaving me nude before
my daddys best friend. Mr. Parker grabs my ass, drawing me closer. He brushes his lips across
my belly, fingers going to my pussy, teasing my lower lips. I grind against him, getting his palm
nice and wet with my cream.
God.
Im delirious. The pleasure is unbelievable and I wrap my thighs around his head while I
brace myself on the edge of the sink with one hand. He drives into me even farther. I cant
believe his tongue can reach that deep, but Im not going to complain. He increases his pace,
giving me everything I need and Im rising higher, pleasure pouring through me. It just keeps
climbing, body shuddering with each breath, ecstasy easing closer. He increases his pace, tongue
working me harder and giving me more.
Close.
He hums against my clit, vibrations traveling through me and my nerves light up, shoving
me over the edge until Im coming, crying his name. No, not just his name. His first name
tumbles from my lips. Joe!
Mr. Parker growls against my cunt tongue continuing, fucking me until I come a second
time, body shuddering and shivering with the pleasure. He laps at my pussy, my cunt, and my
juices cover his face.
Joe, I sob. Oh, Joe.
He flicks his tongue against the hood of my clit. You like it. His voice is gruff, sexy
and needy. Dirty little slut.
Fuck yeah. Im breathless, panting.
He leans forward, mouth open, but I stop him. I want to suck your cock.
Mr. Parker freezes for a moment, then he rises, unbuckling his belt. I slip from the
counter and brush his hands aside to help, yanking his jeans down once open. My mouth waters
when I see hes a commando-type of guy, his cock bobbing free as soon as his pants slip down.
God.
Hes bigger than I imagined and I cant wait to get my lips around his dick. Its fat, thick
and long, the head slightly bigger than a plum. Mr. Parkers balls are large, high and look heavy.
I lick my lips, imagining his taste. Without letting another second pass, I push him back until
hes sitting on the toilet once again.
I drop to my knees and dont hesitate, swallowing him down as much as I can, savoring
the first hint of musk and heat and salty sweetness that emanated from his shaft. Beneath me, he
jerks and shivers when I wrap my hands around his dick, massaging his hot rod while I suck the
head of his cock as if my life depends on it.
Oh, Jess. He fists my hair, hint of stinging pain melting through me. I didnt know you
were so good. Suck that cock. He flexes his hips, pushing his arousal deeper into my mouth.
I pull free of him with a loud pop. Ive had plenty of practice.
He gives me a surprised look, eyes going wide, mouth dropping open. Maybe he didnt
think I was sexually active. Even though Im slutastic at heart, Ive deceived many people with
my cool and angelic faade.
I suck him again, wanting to impress him with my hard-won skills. Soon hes panting,
both hands knotted in my hair. His breath has cut into a string of short staccato heaves as I bob
my head up and down. I knead his balls as I plunge my mouth down him until the tip of his cock
nudges the back of my throat. Im pissed that I cant take him all. Hes too long and fat and I
have to really stretch to accommodate his alarming girth.
Thats it, suck that fat dick. His fingers dig deeper, as if urging me to take it all, give
him more. Take it.
Mr. Parkers chest heaves, the expression on his face hardening as if hes trying hard to
stave off his orgasm. And I dont want him to come yet. Not before Ive had his cock inside my
entrance. A dreamy look seeps into his eyes as I lower myself onto him, taking him inch by fat
inch.
My pussy resists at first, but Im determined to take him all. His cockhead spears me
open, an initial bite of pain instantly followed by a stretching sensation that I could become
addicted to. He gasps when my cunt swallows the tip. I inhale a lungful of air, then sink down
until my cunt engulfs his whole, rigid erection. Our pubis kiss, his balls graze my perineum and I
revel in the sensation of being filled by him.
Hard. Hot. Throbbing. Fucking fat cock in my cunt.
I smile and kiss him, my lips just grazing his. I got him. I finally got him after all these
years of wanting.
I ease up and down, fucking him in slow, shallow thrusts. My tits bounce as I move, my
ragged breath matching his.
Take my cock, Jessie. Take it all.
I shove myself down and he groans while I cry out. We kiss as I ride him like a cowgirl.
And hes a very fine stallion.
Mr. Parker grabs my ass and yanks me down hard, forcing a scream from me. He gyrates
his hips as if hes looking for a deeper penetration, but Im already so full, stretched and packed
beyond my imagination. Oh, fuck how I love it. Clit rubbing against the skin above his cock, his
pubic hair teasing my bare lips, prick touching all of those secret places in my cunt.
Mr. Parker pants. We need more space. Lets go to your bed. Wanna fuck that pussy
harder.
I push down one last time, back arched and hands braced on his knees behind me. I dont
want to let him go. I rise a little and then shove down again, rotating my hips, drawing out a bit
of pleasure before I relent. Fine. Whatever you do, dont stop. You feel so fucking good.
You feel so damn good too, baby.
Baby. I like the way he called me Baby. So intimate as if I were his real lover. I enjoy
the dirty talk, but I like this too. He doesnt think Im just a little girl anymore. He wraps his arm
around my waist and uses his other hand to support my weight, gripping my ass. He lifts me,
opens the bathroom door and trudges toward the bed. My pussy clenches around his cock with
each step, pulling my pleasure higher. My back hits the mattress and then hes on top of me, his
cock still deep inside my cunt. I tighten my muscles, squeezing his hard rod.
He groans, teeth clenching, followed by a deep growl I can feel from head to toe.
Naughty girl. He pushes deep, slamming his hips and rocking me, tits jiggling.
Spank me. I moan, fuck but it feels so good. Im a naughty girl and I deserve a
spanking. I want it, crave it, will take whatever he gives me.
Mr. Parker slaps my outer thigh, the delicious sting snakes through me and my pussy
grows even wetter around his dick within a heartbeat. He seems to notice that his cock is bathed
in my cream.
God. You like to be spanked, dont you? Dirty slut.
Yes, I like a good spank. Or two. I tighten my legs around him, his shaft still hard in
my pussy.
He swings his arm and his palm connects with my ass, a hard, firm slap. I throw my head
back, baring my throat, squirming, body trembling from the pleasure and pain and I cant hold
back my sob. Oh, Joe. That feels so good. Fuck me, fuck me now.
He slams his cock into me and fucks me like a demented man, prick hitting all of my
sensitive nerve endings, my g-spot singing and tempting me closer to coming.
I He gulps hard. I thought about it. But I couldnt entertain my fantasy. Youre
forbidden.
Says who?
Your dad
I stop him. I dont want to hear about my dad while filled with his dick. Everybody has a
secret, and this will be ours. I choke his cock with my pussy again.
He groans in response. Seems he cant take being teased. Shit. Baby. Fuck.
I wiggle beneath him. Make me come again. You fuck me so good.
Mr. Parker growls and hammers me with his cock, fast and hard, until Im seeing
butterflies swarming my vision. God. Its heaven. I murmur, urging him to take me harder until a
violent climax ambushes me. I drift into La-La land while he keeps his pace, retreating and
advancing, filling me again and again.
When I finally float back to reality, I notice him grimacing, neck tight, face tense and I
can tell hes about to come.
Come in my mouth. On my tits.
He yanks free of my cunt and pumps his dick, pointing the head toward my chest. I open
my mouth, tongue out, waiting for the delicious cream filling of my favorite clair. He strokes
once. Twice. And spurts, jets of cum splatter my mouth, my chin and dribble down my neck. He
cries as he comes. A grown man crying, the most beautiful music to my ears. I collect the cum
with my finger and slip it between my lips, savoring the salty sweet flavor, the creamy texture. I
love his essence and ease forward to suckle his cock until it has nothing left. As it softens, I
release him.
I hold his gaze, tongue flicking out to capture any lingering drops of my new favorite
treat.
Thank you, I whisper, lips brushing the sensitive skin. For making my dream come
true.
He didnt seem to expect my heartfelt thanks. He strokes my face, a gentle caress, and
smiles before he excuses himself to get cleaned up in the bathroom.
I saunter in while hes washing his hands in the sink and jump into the shower, letting the
heat relax me even further.
Once done, I flick the curtain aside and realize Mr. Parker is gone.
No goodbye or anything.
But I hadnt expected him to hang around, either. I bet deep down he was still rattled with
my scheming to get him into my bed. Maybe he regrets falling for the temptation I presented.
Fucking his best friends daughter. What a dirty old man.
But I have no regrets. I got what Id wanted for so long.
I am a devious little slut.
Time moves on and days pass without a hint of Mr. Parker stopping by.
Mom invites him for the usual Sunday dinner, but he declines, always saying he has
errands.
I rather miss him. It would be nice to see him one last time before I start my first semester
at Brown.
The night before I leave for college, I wake in the middle of the night and find someone
in my bed. A hand covers my mouth before I can scream. Eyes wide, I cant see a thing in the
blackness surrounding me. Heart pumping, I cant hear anything other than the thundering in my
ears.
I dont hesitate to tempt him. Take off your clothes and join me. The door is locked and
my parents both took a valium before they went to bed. They wont hear us, even if theres an
earthquake. But we better not make too much noise. Just in case. I nuzzle his neck, teeth
nipping his earlobe.
Mr. Parker sits up and undresses, stripping his all black clothing and dropping them to the
carpet. He really had been ready for this sneak attack. Before long, he slips into bed with me, his
warm, nude body against mine. No clothes, nothing keeping me from stroking his smooth skin. I
love caressing his toned biceps, his six-pack abs. Mr. Parkers thick, fat and long cock is hard
and ready.
What is this? He found Mr. Pink. Have you been a bad little girl?
Im not someone to be embarrassed by being a slut, but I feel a blush heat my cheeks. I
was lonely. And horny.
Hmm. He brings Mr. Pink to his mouth and licks it. I love the taste of your pussy.
Yeah? I get excited and lie back, spreading my legs. I wouldnt mind a few licks.
That big cat growling sound I love pours from him. Wider. Give me what I want.
A second later, Mr. Parker settles between my legs, tongue flicking and teasing, eating
my pussy as if Im the tastiest treat hes ever had. I scratch at the sheets, fisting them, writhing in
pleasure.
Ive already had two big orgasms with Mr. Pink tonight. Theyd been good. Normal and
enough to ease some of my tension. But they hadnt been Mr. Parker. He knows how to eat a
woman until Im balancing on the edge of ecstasy. Im there, on the very tip of orgasm, reaching
and stretching for it as if Id die if I dont come. He growls against my pussy, tongue fucking me,
lapping, flicking and nibbling my clit. When he takes that bit of nerve filled flesh between his
lips and sucks, I come all over him, body tensing and relaxing in waves. Every nerve is alive and
singing.
When I finally come back to myself, my gaze clashes with his, and he almost whines,
making me think hes disappointed I didnt squirt for him.
I need a cock, I tell him.
Lets try this. He shoves Mr. Pink into my pussy and turns it on. No preamble and
straight to the good stuff.
I jerk, body tense, familiar hum of my toy easing into me. My vibrator is an expensive
one. It doesnt make any noise that would reveal someone is secretly having some dirty fun. But
it flutters inside me, delivering the sinful sensation I always crave. I squirm as he fucks me with
Mr. Pink.
God. Its good. Mr. Pink is a big vibrator and I cant take the whole length. Even when I
jam it in and the tip kisses my cervix, its only half its length.
Mr. Parker works the vibrator in until Im full. Hes toying with the switch, causing more
powerful vibrations to tear through me. He rubs and fucks it into me in such a way I can sense
another climax roaring toward me. It dances along my spine, circling me as if it were a jungle cat
ready to pounce. Every muscle tenses, drawing tight and ready to burst as it builds, crawling,
running and dancing toward the end.
Its a big one. Huge. And I cant figure out how Im going to muffle my scream. Mr.
Parker plucks my clit with his other hand, stimulating me, while he whispers, that deep voice
sweeping through me.
Thats it, my little slut. Take it. Take that big cock. Beg me for mine.
I jerk my hips. Mr. Parker Its too much. I come in that instant, his words hanging in
the air. I practically bend in half as I come. Hard. I gush juice, probably coating his hand with
my pleasure.
He slips the vibrator from my cunt and laps at my cum coating the toy and his hand while
I struggle to keep my sanity in check.
Mmm. Mr. Parker purrs. You taste so good.
I catch my breath and beg. I want your cock in my pussy. Fuck me again like the last
time.
Jesus. He scrambles from his position and settles behind me, spooning me. He nuzzles
behind my ear as he pulls my leg up to rest on his hip, leaving me open, and he impales me on
his dick. In one thrust, hes in me, stretching and filling like I remember.
Oh fuck. Yes, I moan. I love it. Love his cock. Love the way it stretches the tight walls
of my cunt. He eases in and out, prick quivering in my depths. I turn my head, searching for his
face and I capture his lips. We fuck, but its not like the last time. He seems to want to go slow,
savor the time we have left.
Fine by me.
Even going slow, taking his time and teasing me, hand stroking my breasts, stomach and
tweaking me clit, he manages to make me come twice more.
Im delirious. I love coming multiple times, but it also makes me sleepy.
Mr. Parker hasnt come yet, his stamina amazes me, his erection still hard as a rock.
He slips his cock out of my pussy and replaces it with a couple of fingers, stroking me.
He plays with my cunt, making it just right, so good and deep, followed with a playful slap to my
pussy.
He eases his fingers free of my heat, wandering, lingering on my ass. Mr. Parker plays
over my nether hole, a thrilling sliver of the forbidden races through me as I moan and tip my
hips back toward him. Urging him on.
I love getting fucked in the ass. Its dirty. Slutty. Fuck, I need it now that hes toyed with
me.
He pauses, his lips hovering over my ear. Tell me, little girl, have you
Been fucked in the ass? I giggle quietly. I love it.
Oh. He sucks in a breath. I want your ass.
Please.
He positions his cock head at my back hole. Unlike my pussy, the ring of my sphincter
denies his entrance at first. Well, Mr. Pink doesnt fit in my ass, and Ive never had a guy with
such a massive cock fuck me there.
Mr. Parker sighs, fingers collecting my juice and smearing it over my puckered hole.
Hes gentle, nothing but rubbing for a while, and I relax, enjoy his sweet touching. A finger slips
in, opening me. Then a second, stretching a little. I fidget beneath the lewd, dirty feelings of
pleasure he draws out of me. Like isnt even the word.
Ready now, he presses the tip of his dick against my ass, the ring of my hole yields,
letting him in. Oh so slowly, he eases forward, inch by inch, until hes buried in me. Im taken,
conquered, his in every way now.
Oh, sweet Jesus. I cant believe how good it is. When he moves, fucking me in shallow
thrusts, my pussy creams, empty and neglected. Wanting.
You okay, baby? His tone is so soft and sweet. Concerned.
So good. I love it.
Oh, babe. He kisses me. Tender instead of the racing passion we had earlier.
lovers embrace. I caress the side of his jaw. His five oclock stubble feels rough against the
smooth skin of my palm. I realize then that Ive never cared for any man much as I care for him.
Of course I wont tell him. I dont want to scare him.
Mr. Parker will always hold a special place in my heart. Hes the first man Ive ever
fantasized about. When I masturbated for the first time, I imagined him fingering me. When my
first boyfriend took my virginity, I closed my eyes and pictured Mr. Parker taking me.
It has always been Mr. Joseph Parker. My fantasy man.
I want to say a thousand things to him about my feelings. My emotions. But I had better
not. I dont want to ruin the moment. And Mr. Parker seems to be the type of man who doesnt
convey his feelings with words. So we only kiss. And touch. And kiss again until we both fall
asleep.
In the morning I wake and see Mr. Parker is gone. So is Mr. Pink. I figure hes taken it as
a souvenir and I dont mind. Actually, it seems kind of sweet.
He probably wanted something to remind him of our encounter.
Either that or he wanted to use it on himself.
I giggle. Nah. Mr. Parker is too macho to do something like that.
Later, my parents drive me to Rhode Island and Im heading off into the real world,
living on my own for the first time.
And I cant wait.
When I get to school I find out Ive got a roommate who loves sex, loves to experiment
and we do...on each other. It doesnt take long for me to realize college life is fun. I work hard
and play harder.
I dont date. I hate having boyfriends, because they always get all jealous and macho
I didnt think, I just run to him and leap into his arms, kiss him before he can say
anything. I dont care if anyone is watching. Or if hes twice my age. He doesnt look old enough
to be my dadmaybe its his military training thats kept him looking fit and young.
I missed you, I confide. I really did.
I missed you too. He looks around. Is there somewhere we could talk?
Are you staying in a hotel?
Holiday Inn.
I lick my lips, aching to taste him again. Lets go there.
We drive to his hotel and go up to his room. Hes barely closed the door before I pounce
on him. What can I say? I really missed him. We undress each other, tossing clothes. Im in bed
when he abandons me to rummage through his bag, taking something out and holding it high in
triumph.
Its Mr. Pink wrapped in plastic.
You did steal Mr. Pink. I laugh.
I wanted to remember your smell. Your taste. He climbs into bed next to me and
reaches out to stroke my hair. I dont know if you want to hear it, but Ive been thinking about
you all the time.
Hell, I think about you all the time. I smile.
No shit.
Scouts honor. I put two fingers together and touch my forehead.
His gaze remains fixed on me. Jessie, I dont want to intrude on your personal life, but I
wondered if we could see each other from time to time.
I smile. I like where this is going. Like boyfriend-girlfriend?