Page 21 of Education with Dad's Best Friend
I stroke her face. “I do, sweetie. But this is not a good time.”
“When is a good time?” she pouts. “I hardly see you in person, and we do nothing but math when you call.”
Guilt gnaws at my insides. What have I done? “Be patient. Get in college first, okay?” The truth is I have no idea how long I could stand not being with her. I wish to have her move in with me, but then, it would damage my relationship with John. Even though he hasn’t been a great dad to Elsie, it’s doubtful he’ll approve of us.
The water stops running, and we hear the noise of a hairdryer.
Elsie is still pouting, so I reach to kiss her on her cheek. “Just give me some time, Elsie.”
She nods and smiles.
Fanny is about my age and in her late thirties. The way she dresses makes me blush—a tank top that barely covers her bellybutton and shorts that reach just below her butt. Her blue eyes hide behind her heavy mascara, and her lipstick is bright red. It’s hard to believe this coquettish woman is the mother of the innocent girl I’m in love with.
“Hi, Fanny. How are you?” I say to the woman. It’s the first time we meet, although I’ve heard about her so much from John that it feels like we’re old acquaintances.
“It’s nice to meet you, Albert,” Fanny says in a husky voice as her eyes rake me up and down. “Are you sure you’re the same age as Elsie’s dad?”
“I’m probably a few months younger,” I say, avoiding her eyes that are trying to fix on mine.
“I would think you’re ten years younger, if you don’t say,” she says with a laugh, casually putting a hand on my arm.
“Thank you,” I say with a shrug.
From the corner of my eye, I see Elsie’s darkened eyes. Why is she jealous? I’m not even smiling at her mom.
The lasagna looks fine and tastes okay, but needless to say, I enjoy it little. I answer Fanny’s questions politely as she talks incessantly.
Elsie sits at the table quietly, forming a stark contrast to her garrulous mother.
I sit across the table to both of them, wondering how it is possible that Elsie hasn’t picked up any coquettish manners from her mother. Even when she begged me to fuck her, she was shy and innocent. My cock twitches as I recall her eyes looking at me with longing. My little temptress. My mind drifts to her enticing womanhood just a few feet from me. Knowing she’s bare under her dress and that her warm pussy is dripping for me, makes me squirm in my seat.
Fanny smirks from time to time, and her eyes never leave mine. Once in a while, she looks between her daughter and me, as if she knew there was something between us. God help me. Why did I agree to the dinner? I excuse myself and go in the bathroom to take care of the rising tent of my pants.
When I wash my hands and look at myself in the mirror, horrifying thoughts strike me. Will Elsie ever turn out to be like her mom? Have I created a whore out of the innocent girl by deflowering her? Will she leave me one day and follow another guy, like Fanny? Hell no. I’ll do everything I could to prevent them from happening.
After the excruciating dinner, Fanny tells Elsie to go to her room to study and keeps me in the living room. She makes us coffee and sits down on the couch next to me.
“So,” she says, scooting close to me and putting a hand on my thigh. “I understand you’re still single?”
I stiffen, taking her hand and moving it off me.
“Yes, I am.”
“Are you picky or something? You’re such an eligible bachelor,” she says. Her sultry voice makes me nauseous.
I put down the coffee and stand up. “I’d better get going, Fanny. It’s nice meeting you.”
To my surprise, she grasps my wrist and pulls me back down. “Stay for a while, please, Albert. I have something to discuss with you.”
“What is it?” I ask warily. “Is it about Elsie?”
“Yes and no,” she says with a smirk. “It concerns both of you.”
My stomach clenches. What the hell is she implying?
“I know what you did to her,” she whispers into my ear.
A chill runs down my spine. What’s she up to? “What do you mean?” Has Elsie told her mom about us? It isn’t likely.
