Page 25 of DILF

“You sent me flowers.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never gotten flowers before.”

“That’s a shame.” She doesn’t say anything back, so I continue, “I know it’s probably not a thing people do nowadays and it probably dates me. But, it’s who I am and—”

“Shut up, old man,” she says playfully. “I love them. Like…I may have danced around my apartment…love them.”

“That’s because you’re a silly little girl,” I tease back as some of my employees walk past me and wave. I nod my chin and continue to my office. “I have to go, sweetheart. Can we talk later?”

“Yeah, sure. Bye…Mr. Edwards.”

And with that, my cock is rock hard. I groan into the phone as she chuckles and hangs up.

For the most part, we spend the rest of the week texting. I can’t get much talking time with her since Charlie’s back home and by Wednesday morning, our texting has turned into flat-out sexting.

Lily: I couldn’t sleep.

Me: You missed me, didn’t you?

Lily: Your cock. I missed your cock.

Me: Well, if we’re keepin’ it real, I missed your pussy.

Lily: If I wasn’t so fucking horny, my feelings would be hurt.

Me: Dirty mouth. Stop cursing so much.

Lily: I recall you like my mouth…dirty.

By Thursday evening, I had a screenshot of her shoving her huge hot pink dildo into her cunt. At first, I got upset that she sent it. I don’t want that shit circulating the internet. But when the next photo was that same dildo in her mouth dripping with her cum, I lost all sense of propriety. That is to say, our texting became very detailed and graphic.

Except that now, my phone is silent. Her last text came on Friday at eight, saying that she was going to bed early because she was tired. And now it’s Saturday afternoon and I still haven’t heard a word from her.

Charlotte is out with that stupid prick and I’m sitting at home wondering why the fuck Lily isn’t calling. I can’t take it anymore, especially knowing that she’d been that horny a few days ago and is now at a party full of even hornier guys. And that’s why I find myself anxiously zooming through traffic to get to her.

I haven’t seen her for a week, and even though we speak daily, I need to see her face. My mind is reeling knowing that she’s at a party where my own daughter admitted there’d be sex and drinking.

So here I am, doing exactly what I didn’t want to happen. Doing exactly what I thought she’d be doing—being clingy. Crazy. Immature. And just plain inappropriate.

I park my bike in the first spot I find and stomp into the building with young kids loitering around with red solo cups. Turning to a group just inside the front door, I ask, “Anyone seen Lily?”

A girl, early twenties holding a red cup, yells, “Who?”

The music is loud, and there’s just too many people. In that moment I realize how out of my norm this is. This isn’t me. Not at all. “Lily!” I yell back.

A guy with a buzzcut and a stupid douchebag-looking shirt says, “Who’s asking?”

“Her dad, obviously,” says the red cup girl. I’m so taken aback that I don’t respond.

“She might be upstairs. One sec, let me check.” She turns to head up, but I grab her forearm and stop her.

“Just show me to her room,” I say.

“Hell no. No offense, dad, but Josh has been crushing hard on her, and I don’t want you to find her in an uncomfortable position.”

That sets me off, and I’m climbing the stairs, Buzzcut and Red Cup following close behind.

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