Page 18 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
But I’m not spoiled. I would do the same even if I didn’t inherit my dad’s money. Hell, I hadn’t expected Dad would pass away so soon. I thought he would stick around for at least another ten years. The thought of dad saddens me. My mom left us when I was ten, and my dad never remarried. He might have had girlfriends, but he never brought them home. It was just the two of us in this house for a while until I left for grad school. So I’m used to not having a woman in my life and I thought I didn’t need one, especially given my vagrant lifestyle.
But ever since I returned to Sunnyvale a month ago, the need to settle down keeps growing. I’m suddenly tired of moving. I want to stay here, even if I don’t get to teach at the university. I could become a writer while managing the properties my dad left me. I’ve written a few books and dozens of journal articles. I don’t make a whole lot of money writing academically, but nonfiction history books can be lucrative, at least the publisher who approached me a couple of years ago said so.
Oddly, the very idea that I’ve resisted for nearly twenty years now thrills me. I’ve told people I met in metropolitan cities that Sunnyvale is just a boring little town, but lately, I realize I was wrong. The town might be small, but isn’t boring at all. We’ve got mountains in our backyard, and the ocean isn’t far. We’ve got an art gallery and a science museum, and we also have a botanical garden. The town is safe, and the people are friendly. In short, it’s the perfect place to start a family—what the hell am I thinking? I’ve got carried away, and it’s the little minx’s fault.
Shoving the stack of exams back into my briefcase, I go into my bathroom to wash my hands, while planning how to spend the rest of my weekend. It’s four in the afternoon. I’ll make myself a nice dinner and then read a book in the evening.
I’m drying my hands when my doorbell chimes. Who the hell is it? I don’t have many visitors. The gardener doesn’t work on weekends.
When I see Anna standing at the porch, I hesitate before opening the door. “Why’re you here? I told you not to come,” I say curtly, although I’m delighted by the surprise.
She rolls her eyes. “Good afternoon, Professor Ryder. I’m not here to clean your dirty house. I’m here to use your pool. You told my dad I could use it anytime I wish, right?”
My balls inflate right away as images of her lying on the chaise in her bikinis flash in my mind. I should say no and tell her she isn’t welcome at the moment, but I step aside to let her in.
“You’ve got your bikini?” I eye her suspiciously. She isn’t carrying anything except her purse.
“Of course I do,” she says with a smirk. “You think I’m going to skinny-dip?”
Damn. My dick twitches at the possibility as Anna drops her purse on the couch. She then slowly takes the hemp of her dress and pulls it over her head.
Fuck me. Before I know it, she’s standing in a few strings and bits of fabric that barely cover anything.
My mouth becomes dry, and my pulse is erratic. She’s more beautiful than I remember. Yesterday, my attention was mostly between her legs, and obviously, I missed the big picture. Anna has an hourglass body that women would pay big bucks to get, and her snowy skin is also priceless. My hands itch to touch her, to feel her, and to arouse her. I want to consume her all over again.
“May I borrow your towel?” she asks. “I promise you I’ll do laundry for you.”
I shrug. “There are plenty in the pool house.”
Somehow, I know swimming isn’t what she’s here for. She’s up to something.
I follow Anna into the yard, watching her go in the pool house and come out with a towel. She doesn’t go down to the pool, though, but stretch on the deck, right in front of me. She rolls her hips and shakes her backside, and bends low to let me glimpse her gorgeous tits. Fuck. My manhood swells in my pants, but I keep my hands to myself. I want to see how far she’ll carry this.
Anna stops stretching and goes into the pool. She squeals as the cool water immerses her lovely body, and then she swims on her back. “Come join me, Tony!”
I debate with myself while watching her swim. I know if I joined her, it wouldn’t be just for swimming. I will repeat what I did to her yesterday. I’m going to fuck her. I’m sure it’s her intention as well. She must’ve been mad because I didn’t fulfill my promise yesterday, and she’s going to make me do it today. Fiery little girl. She’s used to getting what she wants.
I stand where I am just to tease her, but when she flips her body and starts to swim the breaststrokes, I lose the battle. She spreads her legs under the water, and each time she closes them, her beautiful ass peaks out of the water to tempt me.
Fuck it. My engorged manhood demands freedom, and my hand reaches my zipper. I strip down to my boxers and jump into the water. As soon as I’m next to Anna, she shrieks and attempts to get away from me. I let her go, pretending I can’t catch her, but all I want is to play the chasing game. After a few rounds, I grab her arm and pull her to me. She screams and giggles while wrapping her legs around my waist and holding my shoulder with her free hand.
Standing in the middle of the pool, I use my teeth to push her top away. Her perky little breast is glistening with water beads, and I don’t wait to take it into my mouth. Anna writhes in my arms right away, grasping both of my shoulders now. Her pussy is right against my boner, separated by two thin layers of clothes.
I groan as I pin her against the wall. “Tell me what you’re here for? Not to swim, I don’t think?”
She giggles. “Yes. Swim…and play. Play with you. You must be bored grading all the exams.”
I huff as I rub my erection against her belly. “You want me to fill you again, don’t you?”
She nods her head vigorously. “Please. Give it to me. I haven’t had enough of you yesterday.”
I groan, slapping her butt cheek and slipping a finger into the tiny strip of fabric to tease her pucker hole first and then her dripping gash. “Christ,” I mutter. She’s so wet I can smell her. I can’t resist plunging a finger into her and swirling it along her silky walls. “You horny little girl.”
She makes a shuddering noise, arms and legs grabbing me tighter. I pull out my finger and smear her juice across her bottom lip, and then I lean in to claim her mouth, tasting her desire for me.
As I consume her mouth, Anna reaches a hand to peel off my boxers. Before I know it, she grabs my thick shaft and rubs it.
I mutter a curse. “Stop it. I don’t want to come yet.”
