Page 16 of Dad's Best Friend Scientist
“Have a seat,” Linda says, pointing to the sofa. “Let me bring you a drink.”
She returns soon with some iced lemonade. “You look lovely today, young lady.”
“Thanks.” I blush. I spent some time looking good for David. I put on my favorite summer dress, a light purple silky fabric with floral patterns.
David walks in while I’m sipping my drink.
He’s wearing shorts and a tank top, showing his muscular biceps and hairy legs. I gulp—my God. I’ve known he’s athletic but haven’t gotten a chance to see his legs. I don’t remember ever seeing him wearing shorts.
My eyes travel up to his pelvis. There isn’t any tent. I’m a tad disappointed, although I don't really expect any.
David catches me checking him out and his eyes narrow. “Hi Zena,” he greets casually as if nothing had happened between us last night.
After he left the bathroom, I barely got him out of my mind, and I masturbated in the shower thinking about him. When I saw him drinking beer with my dad later, I again wanted him, and I got off again before I slept.
I had wet dreams with him doing all sorts of wonderful things to me. I also heard his murmuring voice and smelled his male scent all night.
I gulp down the entire glass of lemonade to cool the heat rising in my gut.
I then take the glass to the kitchen.
David follows me. When I rinse the glass, he stands behind me and puts his hands on my arms. He kisses my head and my neck. “I missed you, little girl,” he murmurs.
Shit. My lady bits tingle right away.
“Me, too,” I croak and grind my ass on his hard-on.
His breathing quickens and his warm breath tickles my ear. “How much?” he asks as he slips a hand to cup my breast and the other under my skirt.
I whimper and spread my legs so he can find my juncture. I’m dripping and I want him to feel it.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You do miss me.”
I moan louder and grind him harder, feeling his bulge growing larger. Recalling what he said about claiming me and giving me babies, my body flushes with desire. I want him to take me there in the kitchen right away.
But Linda’s voice stops my crazy thoughts. “You could just leave it in the sink, sweetheart,” she calls out from the living room.
David turns me around and kisses me hard before letting me go. I hurry back to the living room and he follows.
“Shall we get started?” Linda asks me.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
She smiles and stands up while speaking to her son. “David. Zena and I have some business to take care of. Are you okay by yourself?”
“Sure, Mom,” David says. “I’m going to stay in the yard. Let me just grab my book.”
Linda draws the curtains and closes the door in her late husband’s study. It’s a cloudy day, so the room becomes dark and even eerie.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath and meditate. And then I hear a tiny noise as if someone is hiding in the closet--my eyes fly open and I look around.
Linda smiles at me expectantly. “Ed?”
“What’s that noise?” I ask.
“What noise?” Linda blinks, reminding me of her declining hearing.
“Never mind,” I say and return to my meditation.
