Page 10 of Education with Dad's Best Friend
Albert gets hold of my arm and pushes it away. “Nothing is wrong with you, little Elsie. It’s all normal. You’re turned on. You want me.” His voice sounds so gravelly that I shudder.
I’m embarrassed. Oh, God. I can’t be more obvious. I want to hide my boobs, but Albert doesn’t allow me. I relax a bit, thinking he must like me this way. “W-what should I do?”
“I’ll take care of you,” he says. He cups my mound first, and then he rolls my hard point between his fingers playfully while gazing at me with stormy eyes.
I whimper as a delicious and overwhelming shiver vibrates down my core. I have to grip his shoulders to keep from being knocked off balance.
As I whimper, he spreads my legs and sniffs between them.
Oh, God. I tremble with need.
“Do you know how often I think of your sweet pussy?” he growls against my ear.
I shake my head.
“Every. Goddamn. Minute.”
“No way,” I whisper, thrilled by his obsession with me.
“Yes,” he says and kneels in front of me, yanking my undies off me, and buries his face between my thighs.
When his tongue touches my girly flesh, my body tingles, and I wriggle. “Oh, Albert!”
I’ve never imagined this kind of sensation, and I don’t even know how to describe it. It hurts, but it isn’t pain, it’s delightful and yet it tortures me. I wriggle on the desk, wanting it to end and wanting more at the same time. With each stroke of his touch, Albert tightens a knot inside me bit by bit until I’m ready to burst.
“Albert,” I sob as I dig my nails into his shirt, “I’m scared. I feel like I’m going to explode!”
Albert stops what he’s doing and stands up to kiss me instead. “Relax, baby. Let go of it.”
As he speaks, he reaches the most sensitive spot among my folds and presses it with his thumb. I jolt on the desk as the force I’m fighting against breaks through and rips through me.
“Ohmygod! Ohmygod!” I murmur as I tremble in Albert’s arms. My thighs are dripping wet. It must be my girly juice again, the juice Albert called honey last time.
He pats me and murmurs into my ear. “Are you okay, Elsie?”
“Yes,” I say when I calm down. “What just happened to me?”
“You had an orgasm, sweetheart,” Albert says while kissing my cheek. “You like it?”
I nod vigorously. “Can we do it again?”
He pulls away. “No, Elsie. I shouldn’t have done it. Christ. Your dad would kill me if he found out.”
“But I won’t tell him,” I say.
“Good. But I still shouldn’t do it again. It’s my parting gift to you,” he says as he arranges my clothes to cover me up.
Parting gift? My excitement dampens as I recall we won’t meet again. I don’t want our moment to end already, so I rack my brain for a reason to stay. When my eyes fall on the bulge in his pants, I smile and reach for it.
“I want to see what you’re hiding,” I demand. By now, I’ve had a pretty good idea of what it is. I’ve seen a picture of a man’s genital in my mom’s boyfriend’s magazine. It was a meaty bat, and it grossed me out. Now, I want to see Albert’s bat and want to touch it and even put it in my mouth like the woman in the magazine.
Oh, my. Mom was careful not to let me see those magazines after that, but it just stayed in my mind forever. I’m a bad girl.
He flinches and backs a step, putting his hand on mine. “No, Elsie. Stop it.”
“Why not?” I pout. “It’s not fair. You’ve seen all of me, and I haven’t even seen any of you.”
He curses and runs a hand in his hair with frustration. “Okay, Elsie. Since we’ve started this biology lesson, I might as well tell you more,” he says in a low, secretive voice. “This bulge is my male appendage, and it’s swelling because I’m turned on by you, just like your hard little nipples. If I let you see it or touch it, it’ll lead to a greater sin.”
