Page 5 of Consultation with Dad's Best Friend
Kitty
Mike finds us a private nook between two rocks, and we sit down to enjoy the sunset. I take his arm and lean against his shoulder. Mike stiffens a bit but doesn’t break away.
“Mike,” I ask after inhaling his sandalwood cologne deeply, a scent I always like. “Why didn’t you come to my college orientation?”
He was supposed to be there because I invited him.
He pauses for a second. “I told you I had to meet with clients.”
“Okay,” I say, looking into his eyes. “Then why didn’t you come to see me afterward, not even once, for the whole year? Don’t tell me you’re busy because I won’t believe it.”
“Well, we Facetimed, didn’t we?” he says with a chuckle while glancing at me. I don’t respond, and he goes on, “What do you think is the reason, then? Little girl?”
I pout. “I think you’re avoiding me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“That’s what I want to find out. Why don’t you like me, Mike?”
He looks surprised. “What are you talking about, Kitty? You’re my favorite girl on earth.”
“Liar. I haven’t seen you once since my dad’s wedding.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says in a low voice as he puts his hand on mine. “I don’t mean to hurt your feelings. Trust me, I have a good reason, and I can’t disclose it to you.”
I’m not satisfied with the answer, but I don’t insist, mainly because I can hardly think. His hand feels warm, and his intense eyes, paired with the deep voice, make my stomach flutter. My eyes lock on his for a moment, dazed by the proximity of his face to mine. He is so handsome. His nose bridge is very straight, and it gives him a determined look. But my favorite feature is his squared, masculine jaw lined with well-trimmed stubble.
“I like your beard, Mike,” I whisper.
He chuckles. “No, you don’t. You hated it.”
That’s true. I used to hate it because Mike often teased me by brushing his beard on my face to make me squeal. But now it looks so sexy. I reach to touch it along his jawline.
Mike’s breath catches, and his eyes turn dark, but he doesn’t stop me from what I’m doing.
I move my fingers onto his chiseled lips and rub my thumb along them.
Suddenly he grasps my hand and kisses it. My heart stops beating for a second as I watch him open his lips and suck my finger. I feel his soft tongue twirling on my fingertip. My belly clenches, and my thighs tingle.
I lick my lips, imagining how good it would be if his tongue were in my mouth.
Mike seems to have heard me because he swoops down to claim my lips while clutching my back tightly with his hand.
Oh, my God. His lips are so much softer than they look, and just having them brushing against mine sends shivers down my spine. From online researches, I know what a good kiss is supposed to feel like: your knees become weak, and your body goes limp. This is exactly how I feel. Even better, I feel firework on my skin—wow!
As I moan, Mike presses me tighter against him. I feel his hot body through the thin layers of fabrics between us, and I grind my girly mounds against him because they wouldn’t stop tingling.
Soon I’m sitting on Mike’s lap. His cock has become hard, and I can feel it poking at me. I move to nudge my pelvis against it and make him groan.
Without breaking our kiss, I thrust both my hands into his thick curly brown hair and caress his head. My hand travels down to rub his neck and his shoulder. I meant to give him a gentle massage, following a piece of advice I gave my callers. But a fire in me makes me impatient and wild. I end up pinching and scratching his skin.
Mike suddenly pulls away. His eyes are fierce as he stares at me. “What spell have you cast on me, Kitty? I’m not supposed to do this,” he says in a hoarse voice.
“But I like it,” I say, unbuttoning my shirt. “Touch me!”
His pupils dilate when he sees my white globes half covered by my pink lacy bra. I feel a stream of warm juice trickling down my panties, just seeing the desire in his eyes. I moan as he peels my bra down and brushes his thumb along the dusky peaks of my girly mound. It feels so delicious.
I writhe on his lap, driven by the urge between my thighs. I watch him fondle my breasts and roll my hard points in his fingers. The moment Mike leans forward to suck them, my lady bits clench, and an electric current vibrates through my core. Shit. I think I’ve just come. It must be the nipple orgasm that I’ve read so much about. Unbelievable!
