Page 16 of A Kickin' Karate Christmas
“We can go together,” he suggested. “And then afterward, I can take you out for a nice dinner.”
“You’d be willing to go Christmas shopping?” I questioned, one eyebrow arched. No one actually liked shopping for presents that close to the actual holiday. He must have really wanted to spend time with me.
There was that stupid warmth again.
“I like shopping,” he admitted, “and I like you. I also know you have a daughter, and our dates are going to have to accommodate that sometimes.”
“And you don’t mind?”
“Not if it means I get to go out with you. I want to see what this is.”
I did, too. I looked through the window to see Emerson, and I felt worry wash over me again. Maybe this would ruin everything for her, but I wanted to see how it went. If it seemed like it was going to be a sinking ship, I’d bail before she was affected.
I reached into my bag and grabbed my computer, opening it between us. “Before we can plan our date, let’s get back to work on the event. We have less than two weeks, and we have a lot to do.”
He laughed, but he accepted the change of topic easily. We got to work.
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First, thanks everyone for your responses to the original post. It’s great to know that feeling like you’re ruining your kid’s life is just a part of parenting.
Now onto the updates. We’re planning a massive event for the dojo, which is leading to a lot of one-on-one time with the head sensei. And therein lies the point of the update. I’ve always thought her sensei was a very attractive young man, but until recently, I’ve been content to admire from afar. He’s almost a decade younger than me, and my daughter could end up hurt if things fail between us. See above: that worry that I’m going to ruin her life in some way.
As I’ve spent more time getting to know him, the attraction has bloomed into something more. I feel like calling it a crush sounds too young, but sadly, it’s the most accurate word for it. I was content to swallow down the feelings until he showed up at my door the other night and kissed me senseless. We ended up hooking up.
He’s asked me out on a date for the next time she’s at her mom’s. Any words of wisdom or advice on how to balance out wanting to put my daughter first and not ruin her life with exploring this new dynamic? Because all I can see is the potential fallout.
Chapter eight
Mateo
Icouldn’tstopthinkingabout that night with Jake.
Every time I saw him, my brain was flooded with the memories of the way he tasted and the weight of his cock on my tongue. I wanted a repeat performance, but I knew why we couldn’t until the next time his daughter was gone. I had to make do with the memories of that night and my hand, which was good. When I mentioned it to him one night, he sent me something to help make the wait more bearable.
A video of him stroking his cock, his hand moving slowly up and down the shaft and his thumb moving over the slit. I heard him moan through the speakers, and my own dick responded. I replayed the video twice before deciding it wasn’t enough.
I hit the video call button and settled in on my bed.
He answered, still shirtless like he’d been in the video.
“Need something?” he asked. His voice was deeper, reminding me of the way he sounded the weekend before when he’d been aroused.
“You,” I answered. “Someonesent me a video that made me want a little more.”
He grinned and leaned back, angling the camera down so I could see his erection. His hand was still wrapped lazily around the shaft. “Then my plan worked.”
“Oh, so you planned this?”
“What can I say? I’ve been thinking about you since you left. Then you looked really hot after Emerson’s class tonight, and…” He trailed off, and I watched the muscles in his arm as he stroked himself again. “Well, you can see my predicament.”
“I’d love to see a little more of it.”
He changed the angle of his phone to give me a better view of his cock. I watched hungrily as he moved his hand over himself. “You know, I’m starting to feel a bit objectified,” he pointed out after a few moments. His hand stilled. “I want to see you, too.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I put my phone down on the bed and took my pants off. When I picked up the phone again, I tried to angle it well enough so that he could see everything. Unfortunately, it made touching myself harder than I thought it would. “Give me a moment,” I muttered. I left the phone on my bed, him staring at my ceiling. I heard his laughter through my phone speakers. I looked around my room for a few books and stacked them on my nightstand. Then, I propped my phone against them and positioned myself to where I was in the frame.
His laughter faded away. “Holy shit,” he groaned. “You look… God, I wish you were here.”
