Page 13 of Consultation with Dad's Best Friend
I shake my head and push him away from me. “It’s my turn,” I say and drop on my knees.
I unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, watching his face turn redder and his breathing faster.
I gasp the moment I free his manhood from his boxers. It has to be at least eight inches, and it’s so fat. I’m wet again as if I haven’t just come. I lick the drop of fluid from his tip as I stroke him. Mike grasps both of my shoulders tightly. “Fuck.”
I lick him from root to top a few times before taking the head of his hardness into my mouth. It’s so big my jaw clicks, but I couldn’t care less. All I know is I finally get to pleasure Mike. I bob my head up and down, rubbing his fat head against the inside of my mouth while gripping the base of him with both my hands tightly and gliding them up and down along his shaft.
He grunts. “Where the hell did you learn all this, Kitty?”
Knowing it’s a compliment, I smile, but I don’t answer his question. I would like him to think I’m experienced, although it’s the first time I ever do it. Instead, I try harder to impress him. I take the risk of gagging by sinking my mouth further, knowing he would like the softness of my throat. Mike stops me. “You don’t have to do it, sweetheart. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
I ignore him. I want to please him, whatever the cost. I stop momentarily when a gagging sensation hits me, and then I try again, applying the tricks I learned online. Mike’s cock throbs in my mouth, and a jet of burning liquid shoots into my throat. I swallow quickly before it chokes me.
Mike carries me onto the couch. He strips himself naked and stands in front of me in all his glory. My eyes pop out of my head as I gawk at the spectacular sight. I’ve only seen him nearly naked, in his swim trunks, when I was little. I don’t remember him being so beautiful. Maybe I just didn’t look at him the way I do now. Back then, he was simply my dad’s best friend, but now, he’s a man, a sexy hunk.
I spread my legs for him, waiting eagerly for him to enter me.
I’m still in a haze when he straddles on top of me. “Do you have a condom?” I ask without thinking.
Just like that, the lust in his eyes vanishes completely, and he exhales deeply. “Shit. What the fuck am I doing?”
“Never mind!” I say as soon as I realize my blunder and grasp his arm, but too late.
He gets off me and puts his boxers back on. “Go to bed, Kitty,” he says.
“Please come back, Mike,” I say as he hurries upstairs, but he doesn’t turn.
Shit. I’m so stupid! Why on earth did I say that? It’s a habit. I’m used to advocating safe sex to my callers. But I’ve ruined my chance with Mike.
Chapter 12
Mike
Shit. I did it again. I let my animalistic nature take over my mind. I haven’t fucked Kitty yet, but what I have done is just as appalling.
And yet. I can’t stop relishing her sweet taste on my lips. I don’t even want to rinse my mouth like I usually do before bedtime. I want to keep remembering her for the rest of the night.
Before I climb into bed, I see my laptop on my desk and open it to check my personal email account.
There’re too many junk emails. I delete most of them without opening them. One of them with a sender named Talk to Cay catches my eye, though, and I retrieve it from the trash bin.
“Having trouble with your love relationship? Not sure how to confess to her? Is he cheating on you? Maybe it’s time to move on? Call Cay! She has the answers! Testimonials…”
I consider. The name of the website sounds vaguely familiar. I swear I’ve heard about it before. Is it one of the family therapists I know? I check the website, which doesn’t look professional at all. What’s written on the blog further proves Cay is just an amateur fooling around. She sounds very young, although some of her insights are worth reading, and her optimism is quite contagious. “Don’t be afraid to tell your partner what you want, and don’t hesitate to give them what they want.” Hmm. I like that. I look through the testimonials out of curiosity. Needless to say, they’re all good comments selected by the owner of the business, Cay.
“My boyfriend came back to me. Thank you, Cay!”
“I’ve been married to my wife for twenty years, and our sex life became less exciting in the past few years. I asked Cay for help and she offered me some amazing advice. I’m making my wife happy again. This girl knows what she’s doing. Give her a try!”
“I fell in love with my sister’s best friend and didn’t know what to do about it. Cay pointed me in the right direction. We’re getting married now!”
Sounds too rosy to be true.I decide this Cay is a charlatan and not trustworthy. This time, I delete the email without a second thought and empty the trash bin.
And then, I turn off the light and go to bed. Tomorrow I’ll take Kitty to the Getty as I promised. As much as I don’t trust myself to be near her, I have to fulfill a host’s duty. I toss and turn for a while, and then I replay what Kitty did to me a moment ago until I fall into oblivion.
Chapter 13
Kitty
