I sigh in relief. He’s worried about me. I need to get used to this different breed of man.

  Me: I just got here. Running into class.

  Linc: I guess I need to apologize for this morning. I’m sorry for being possessive. It’s the only way I know how to be.

  Me: I don’t understand. I thought it was over. I thought it would end when I went back to school. I thought that’s what you wanted.

  Linc: Is that what you want?

  Now we were at an impasse. If I answer yes, and he doesn’t want a relationship, then I’m back to being childish and clingy. If I say no, I’m destined to be miserable. So, I don’t answer. I know. Immature and stupid, but I don’t have time to break down this conversation further, I’m late for class.

  I listen to Professor Gregory talk for an hour until my mind is a jumbled mess of numbers and theories I don’t understand.

  A voice sounds to my right. “Hey. Lily, right?” It’s Josh, a senior in the Phi Delta Frat. I’ve seen him around a dozen times. He’s wearing a school baseball team t-shirt and his longish hair falls into his blue eyes. He’s really cute, in that young college guy sorta way. The kind I should be into, given my age demographic.

  “Yeah, Lily. It’s Josh, right?”

  “Yeah,” he says with a smile. “So did you understand anything?”

  I laugh, “No. Not really. Math’s not really my strong suit.”

  “Mine either. There’s a tutoring group on Wednesdays on the fifth floor of the library in one of the study rooms.”

  “Really?” I’m happy to hear this.

  “It’s pretty good, I’ve heard. The TA heads it.”

  “Thanks for the heads up, Josh,” I say as I start walking, and he falls in line next to me.

  “You going to be at the party on Saturday?”

  “Live there. Kinda don’t have a choice.”

  “See you there, then? Or on Wednesday at the tutoring session?”

  “Yes, to both.” I smile, and he waves goodbye as we part ways. I have two hours between classes and want to get back to my room to unpack and grab something to eat.

  As I’m rounding the corner of the hall, I see there’s a delivery guy holding some flowers and knocking on my door.

  “This is me,” I tell him, pointing to the door.

  “Are you Lilian Baird?”

  “Yeah, that’s me. Give me a minute,” I say as I fumble for my keys and unlock the door and set down the box in my hand. Then I turn around, and the delivery man gives me the massive bouquet of red roses, which I set down before signing for them.

  I can feel the smile on my face. I’ve never gotten flowers before.

  All the card says is: I don’t want it to end.

  11

  LINC

  I sent Lily flowers. Is that still a thing? I have just walked out of the longest and dullest meeting in the history of meetings when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I take it out and see that it’s Lily.

  “‘Lo,” I greet.

  “You sent me flowers.”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ve never gotten flowers before.”

  “That’s a shame.” She doesn’t say anything back, so I continue, “I know it’s probably not a thing people do nowadays and it probably dates me. But, it’s who I am and—”

  “Shut up, old man,” she says playfully. “I love them. Like…I may have danced around my apartment…love them.”

  “That’s because you’re a silly little girl,” I tease back as some of my employees walk past me and wave. I nod my chin and continue to my office. “I have to go, sweetheart. Can we talk later?”

  “Yeah, sure. Bye…Mr. Edwards.”

  And with that, my cock is rock hard. I groan into the phone as she chuckles and hangs up.

  For the most part, we spend the rest of the week texting. I can’t get much talking time with her since Charlie’s back home and by Wednesday morning, our texting has turned into flat-out sexting.

  Lily: I couldn’t sleep.

  Me: You missed me, didn’t you?

  Lily: Your cock. I missed your cock.

  Me: Well, if we’re keepin’ it real, I missed your pussy.

  Lily: If I wasn’t so fucking horny, my feelings would be hurt.

  Me: Dirty mouth. Stop cursing so much.

  Lily: I recall you like my mouth…dirty.

  By Thursday evening, I had a screenshot of her shoving her huge hot pink dildo into her cunt. At first, I got upset that she sent it. I don’t want that shit circulating the internet. But when the next photo was that same dildo in her mouth dripping with her cum, I lost all sense of propriety. That is to say, our texting became very detailed and graphic.

  Except that now, my phone is silent. Her last text came on Friday at eight, saying that she was going to bed early because she was tired. And now it’s Saturday afternoon and I still haven’t heard a word from her.

  Charlotte is out with that stupid prick and I’m sitting at home wondering why the fuck Lily isn’t calling. I can’t take it anymore, especially knowing that she’d been that horny a few days ago and is now at a party full of even hornier guys. And that’s why I find myself anxiously zooming through traffic to get to her.

  I haven’t seen her for a week, and even though we speak daily, I need to see her face. My mind is reeling knowing that she’s at a party where my own daughter admitted there’d be sex and drinking.

  So here I am, doing exactly what I didn’t want to happen. Doing exactly what I thought she’d be doing—being clingy. Crazy. Immature. And just plain inappropriate.

  I park my bike in the first spot I find and stomp into the building with young kids loitering around with red solo cups. Turning to a group just inside the front door, I ask, “Anyone seen Lily?”

  A girl, early twenties holding a red cup, yells, “Who?”

  The music is loud, and there’s just too many people. In that moment I realize how out of my norm this is. This isn’t me. Not at all. “Lily!” I yell back.

  A guy with a buzzcut and a stupid douchebag-looking shirt says, “Who’s asking?”

  “Her dad, obviously,” says the red cup girl. I’m so taken aback that I don’t respond.

  “She might be upstairs. One sec, let me check.” She turns to head up, but I grab her forearm and stop her.

  “Just show me to her room,” I say.

  “Hell no. No offense, dad, but Josh has been crushing hard on her, and I don’t want you to find her in an uncomfortable position.”

  That sets me off, and I’m climbing the stairs, Buzzcut and Red Cup following close behind.

  “Oh fuck,” says Buzzcut.

  “Lily!” Red Cup calls, giving Lily a heads -up as I walk through the long hall of rooms, opening up doors along the way with just the slightest anticipatory knock.

  “Lily. Your dad is here.”

  From the other end of the hall a tousled -haired Lily opens the door and sticks her head out . “What?” she asks, annoyed as if she’s been interrupted, and then the expression immediately changes upon seeing me charge through. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is open in shock.

  “I tried to stop him,” Red Cup says. “You’re dad’s pretty hot, but real fuckin’ scary.”

  With a crease in her forehead, Lily steps aside and holds the door open so I can walk in. “It’s fine, Marlene, I got it,” she says and closes the door behind her.

  “Where is he?” I roar, right in her face.

  She takes a step closer to me. “Keep your voice down.”

  “Don’t fucking tell me what to do—”

  “Unless you want the entire student body to know we’re fucking, you better keep your voice down,” she hisses.

  “’S’not like you can hear shit over all this loud fucking music.” I look around her 200-square-foot space, and she just rolls her eyes.

  “What exactly are you looking for?” she asks, but I don’t answer. She knows I’m referring to another guy. I’m not even trying to hide my jealousy at this point.

  “There’s no one else in here. I was sleeping, you asshole.”

  12

  LILY

  “Oh,” Linc says, looking contrite and sounding slightly embarrassed. Funny how I feel nervous and unsure about this relationship thinking it’s only me, but he feels the same way too.

  “Yeah, ‘oh.’” I smirk and he glares at me. I reach behind him and lock the door, pinning him with a stare.

  “Come ‘ere, little girl.” He pulls me by my wrist until I’m pressed up against him. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, you know that?” His big hand cups the back of my neck and his lips crash against mine. “Why didn’t you call?” he asks between heated kisses.

  “I was binge -studying and I passed out,” I say while I continue to kiss him, unzipping his jeans as I try to get words out. “I’m sorry I didn’t call.”

  We move with our usual fury; we can never get enough of each other. I didn’t even now that sex could be this passionate until Linc. I want to be touched by him so bad it’s almost painful. Gripping my hair so tight, I feel the sting on my scalp as my nails dig into his shoulders while biting down on his lip. Not a cute little nip, but a bite, and he groans into my mouth. Tightening his grip on the nape of my neck, he snakes the other hand around my waist and turns us so my back slams against the door, and then his palm is no longer on my neck but on one of my tits, while our lips are still entangled.

  I’m wearing a flowy cotton dress, which gives him easy access. He drops to his knees, reaches up, and slides my panties down. Everything he does is calculated and erotic. There’s nothing unsure or awkward. Nothing embarrassing or weird. Everything seems natural and right when I’m with him, like the way he spreads my pussy wide and licks it. The back of my head hits the wall, which would make me feel uncomfortable if I was with anyone else. I move my hips, trying to get more friction from his tongue, his beard, his face. I don’t care about anything but coming and he doesn’t judge me or care about anything but making me come. So I do. Loud and hard, standing up, with Linc, on his knees, in my small room.

  As soon as I start to get my breathing under control, he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him as he impales me. All I can do is grab hold of him, my back against the door, as he pushes me down hard and then up. Down and up. Over and over until I’m about to come again. His mouth crashes against mine as the sounds of our orgasms are swallowed up in a sloppy, sexy kiss.

  We slide down to the floor, still connected. “Glad the music’s loud.”

  I know I’m blushing, which makes no sense after everything we’ve done. “I was loud.”

  “We both were.”

  “So…welcome to my home,” I say with an exhausted little gesture in front of me.

  “Small.” He smiles and stands, pulling his jeans up but leaving the button undone. “Brings back memories.”

  “Of your college years? I didn’t realize there were colleges back in the olden days.”

  He eyes me with a grin, and I try not to focus on his body. For a man in his forties, he is in such good shape and those unbuttoned jeans are the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. They rest low on his hips, making him look casual and comfortable in my room.

  “You’re a fucking clown today, aren’t you?” he teases me while he walks around and then something catches his eye and…shit, shit, shit. I jump up to stop him but I’m too late. He sees the hot pink toy in my open bedside table.

  “You using this?” he asks, taking it out.

  I shrug trying not to look mortified. We’ve already done so much together, but for some reason Linc knowing that I masturbate makes me embarrassed. “I did text you with it.”

  “I should be the only one inside of you,” he grumbles, stalking closer and closer to me as he slaps the dildo on his palm like a paddle.

  “You’ve made me insatiable, what can I say.”

  “I know what you mean.” He looks down, and I see the bulge in his jeans.

  “Again, Mr. Edwards? I thought at your age, you wouldn’t be able to go at it without a little nap or something,” I ask, feigning innocence.

  “Turn around, Lily.”

  When I hesitate, he repeats his demand, but his tone is serious, and his nose is flared, and his eyes are ravenous. It’s the same look he had in his truck weeks ago. The I shouldn’t do this but I can’t resist look.

  I do as he says and turn around. He pushes my torso down on my bed and his hands caress the back of my thighs, up and up, bringing the hem of my dress up to my waist, exposing my bare ass. Softly, tenderly, erotically until I’m all worked up again.

  Then he’s gone, and I hear rummaging. I look over my shoulder and he’s going through my side table and pulls out the little bottle of lube I keep there.

  Damn, I know where this is going, and my pussy clenches in anticipation.

  He’s not looking at me.

  His eyes are locked on my ass and I can’t deny that I’m excited. Scared. Nervous. But excited.

  “Ass up, head down,” he commands, and I do as he says. I feel something cold drip down my ass as he pours out the lube. He then starts massaging my cheeks and thighs, making me crazy as he avoids all my intimate areas. It’s making me wetter and wetter with every stroke. I’m moaning and writhing into the bed and then, CRACK!

  “Ow!” I yelp at the slap on my ass cheek.

  “That’s for the old man jokes.”

  CRACK.

  “Fuck!” I yell into the bed.

  “And that’s for getting off without telling me.”

  Then the sting is gone because he pushes two fingers into my pussy as he presses a thumb against my ass. He’s done this before, but it’s still an unusual sensation.

  “I want to fuck you here, Lily. I fantasize about having my cock right here,” he says as his thumb slides into my ass, stretching me. The fingers in my pussy are gone and replaced by my toy, which he twists and turns before putting another finger in my ass. The sensations become too much, and I don’t even know what’s happening, except that it feels decadent.

  I’m so lost to the feeling of what he’s doing that I’m about to come. Then his fingers are gone, and his jeans are off again, and he pours more lube on my ass and some on his cock. “Head down, Lily. Relax. Let me know if it hurts, okay?” I swallow, turn my head, and close my eyes. The head of his cock begin to push against me. “Play with your clit. Make yourself come, Lily.”

  I bring my hand down between my legs, and I begin to rub my clit as he pushes deeper and deeper. It stings, but the dildo in my pussy, my fingers on my clit, and the pressure in my ass is so erotic and pleasurable that I can’t do anything but beg for more. He is pushing forward slowly and pulling back frantically. Burning pain consumes me and makes my eyes water.

  “Lily!” he groans. “Fuck, are you okay? Stop moving. Just wait,” he says, staying still and caressing his palm down my spine. He reaches for the dildo and slowly moves it in and out of me. The pain in my ass subsides and I feel ‘full’ and wanton as the pressure starts to build quickly.

  “It’s okay, I’m okay,” I say, mostly to the bed. “Linc, oh God, Linc please. I need…I need…” I don’t know what I need.

  But as always, he knows what I need because he does something completely unexpected. He kisses my shoulder, tenderly, then the back of my neck, then caresses my spine. “Come baby, come for me. Lily, sweetheart…” he grunts.

  And I do. I come in a blindingly intense orgasm that leaves me breathless. Not because he magically told me to, but because the man knows how to fuck. He knows what buttons to press. He knows when to be rough and when I need soft, even if I don’t know it myself. Moments later, I feel his dick swell, and a final grumble as he comes hard inside me.

  I’m done. I’m floating in another world of pleasures.

  I slide into bed and pat the space next to me. “I know this is a small bed, a small room, actually. But I want you to stay.”

  He smiles at me, and it warms my heart. For the first time I realize that I could easily want more with this man. “Wish I could, baby.” He kisses my nose before he gets up and starts to dress.

  Feeling a little sad about where we stand and the fact that he’s leaving, I stay under the covers and watch him. When he’s all done he stands, leans down and kisses me one final time on the lips. Unlike me, who surely looks thoroughly fucked, he looks as cool as a cucumber. As if he didn’t just pound into me against the wall.

  “See you later, sweetheart.” He opens up the door a little, looks left and right before walking out, closing the door behind him.

  I turn around and make myself comfortable, feeling the exhaustion of the last few days take over. I’m asleep almost immediately.

  13

  LINC

  A familiar BMW is parked in front of my house when I pull in, and the sated, blissful feeling I have from being with Lily melts away.

  “I have the best news, Daddy,” Charlotte says just as she swings the front door open and runs down the front steps.

  “Yeah? What’s that?” I ask, smiling at my daughter as I wrap her in my arms. I look up and see her asshole boyfriend walking down the stairs casually with a smirk on his face. I want to punch that smirk right off.

  Charlotte holds up her hand right to my face so close that I actually have to take a step back and adjust my eyes. As soon as I see the sparkle of a big diamond, my eyes narrow and I have to grab her hand and look again.

  “Randy proposed. I said yes!”

  I let go of her hand and stomp toward the house, Randy moving out of the way to let me pass. He probably knows I’m this close to pummeling him. “Charlotte, inside. You,” I say pointing to the man that thinks he’s going to marry my baby girl, “out.”

  “Daddy!”

  Randy looks at Charlotte and then decides it’s for the best not to fuck with me, seeing as I’m fuming. How is it that I’ve just had mind-blowing sex, had a smile on my face, and felt more fulfilled than ever, and now I’m so fucking mad I don’t know how to control it.

 

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