Page 18 of Education with Dad's Best Friend
“What are you thinking, sweetheart?” Albert pulls me to his lap.
I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m thinking how good it would be to live with you.”
His eyes twinkle. “Do you wish to?”
I nod.
“That would be fantastic,” he says with a sigh. “But it isn’t possible, Elsie, at least not for now. Your job now is to get in college.”
“But I don’t want to go to college.”
He frowns. “Why? Don’t be silly. It’s a privilege to receive higher education.”
“School is difficult for me,” I say. “I’m still struggling with elementary-level math. How am I supposed to deal with college courses?”
He kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll help you, not only with math but other subjects as well, physics, chemistry, biology. I can’t help you write essays, though, but I’m sure you can manage it yourself. You like reading, right?”
I nod. “What would I do after college?”
“You’ll find a job and live a normal life.”
“Normal life? Does it mean getting married and making babies?” I ask shyly and excitedly. I would very much like to do these things with Albert.
His eyes darken. “Yes.”
I’m hoping he would say more, but he doesn’t.
I’m hurt, so I say. “It sounds good. I’m sure I’ll meet a nice guy in college, and I’ll marry him later.”
He grabs my face and turns it toward him, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t you dare talk about marrying another guy while sitting on my lap, you little minx.”
I enjoy seeing him being jealous, so I go on. “But that’s what you and my dad want me to, right?”
He growls. “Only the education part. The rest is still too early to plan for.”
“Why is it too soon? I’m eighteen, Albert, old enough to have sex and bear kids. I don’t see why college is necessary for a normal life at all. I could just find a guy to marry right now. I’m sure making babies doesn’t require any higher education.”
“Stop it,” Albert puts his hand over my mouth. “You need education before all that, Elsie. Otherwise, you’ll end up like your mom.”
I fall silent, not because he makes me, but because he has a point. My mom is a beautiful woman, but she hasn’t had an easy life. She has lived with various boyfriends, and none of them treated her well. No one abused her physically, but they didn’t respect her either. Some of them were also responsible for her dreadful financial state. She doesn’t complain much, but she tells me more than once she wishes she has a man she can depend on.
“Would you take care of me if I married you, Albert?” I ask when his hand leaves my mouth.
“Of course I would, little one,” he says, kissing my ear and then my neck. “But you can do better than marrying an old man like me.”
Old man again.I hate it when he calls himself that because he isn’t old at all. I decide to tease him. “What do you mean? Do young men have larger penises? Do they taste better?”
He snarls. “Stop talking like a whore.”
“Then you’d better take me already,” I say, “before I change my mind about giving my V-card to an old man!”
His eyes narrow, and he turns into an animal right away. He yanks my t-shirt off me and then tugs my bra off my shoulders. While I’m still gasping, he covers my breast with his mouth. He must be angry because he sucks me hard, even biting my sensitive tip to make me yelp. But I don’t mind. I love his beastly nature. He’s been hiding it behind his professor’s mask for too long. He’s too controlled of his emotions. I want him to loosen up for me. I’m not a bad girl, but I enjoy being bad at the moment. I grasp his hair in my fists as he continues to feast on my breasts. My girly bits tingle, and a warm stream of juice trickle down to my panties. I must be wetting his pants, too. Oh, Lord.
I feel Albert’s hard-on raging, pressing against my belly desperately. I grind against it.
Albert growls and carries me in his arms. He walks us to the second floor and tosses me onto the bed. He unbuttons his shirt and undoes his zipper, while I lie there gawking at him. It’s the first time I see his taut muscles! He looks good, unlike a math professor at all, but an athlete coach. After I remove my panties, I put a finger on my slit to feel my wetness.
Albert’s breath catches. “You’re getting good at it, aren’t you? How often do you practice?”
