Page 15 of Education with Dad's Best Friend
Oh, God. The point where he sucked and brought a tsunami out of me. I reach for it timidly. Although I missed the sensation, I’m afraid of revisiting it at the same time. As soon as I brush my finger over the little pearl hidden below a hood, a shiver zips through me, and I gasp.
“Ah!” I cry. “It’s very sensitive!”
“That’s right, baby. That’s a magic button. If I were there with you, I would be taking it between my teeth and tugging it. I would be dragging my tongue over it, over and over, until you scream my name.”
Lord! Just hearing him say those things makes me squirm. My finger follows his instructions and carries out his intentions unknowingly, and I close my eyes to fool myself into thinking he is touching me. Soon there is a strong force roaring in my belly, and my nub becomes hypersensitive. I’m afraid it’ll explode, but I can’t move my hand away from it. I keep stroking it until a force erupts in my hole. My girly juice drips down my thighs, and I shake uncontrollably. My God!
“Albert!” I scream. “It happened again!” I take a second to recall the term. Orgasm.
Albert doesn’t respond, but he’s breathing very heavily. I look at him on the screen. His face is contorted, and his eyes are so dark that it thrills me. He’s lying down too, and his arms are moving up and down fast.
“What’re you doing, Albert?”
“Fuck. What else can I do, baby, except stroking my cock?”
Ohmygod. The picture of the meaty bat springs to my mind. I want to see it, but I’m too shy to ask.
Albert lets out a guttural sound and suddenly he drops his phone. On the screen, I glimpse briefly his enormous male organ smeared with cream, and a long rope of cream splattering on his stomach.
We lie silently for a moment to catch up on our breaths.
“Thank you,” I say to Albert.
“What for?” he says with a laugh.
“For the biology lesson. I like it much more than algebra.”
He curses at the other end of the line. “I shouldn’t be doing this, sweetheart. We won’t do it again, okay? You know how to help yourself from now on, so you don’t need me anymore.”
His words make me sad. Although I plan to do just that, I like hearing his voice and seeing his face when I touch myself, and I like him watching me. Oh, God. But I don’t tell him that. I don’t want to sound like a slutty girl. “Yes, I’ll do that, Albert.”
Albert gets up to clean himself and I do the same. After that, he teaches me how to add fractions and explains to me the difference between LCD and GCF, something I’ve learned since elementary school but never fully understood.
Before he hangs up, I ask him, “When are you going to take me shopping?”
He pauses. “Your dad said he would like to spend more time with you. It might be a good thing for you to go together.”
Oh no. He’s changed his mind. I bite my lip, stopping myself from crying.
After a moment’s silence, he chuckles. “Are you okay?”
“No,” I say. “I’m mad because you don’t keep your promise.”
He stares at me on the phone with an apologetic look, and then he says, “Okay. Text me your size, Elsie. I’ll order some clothes for you online.”
That doesn’t sound like a better idea at all. I pout. “What’s wrong with shopping in the malls? I miss it.”
“Have you been to the malls a lot?”
“No, just once in a while, when Mom has some extra to spend or is in the mood.”
“I’ll take you to shop this Saturday,” he says with a firm nod.
I smile. “Really?”
“Yes, sweetheart. You deserve it.”
Chapter 7
