Evie always had a thing for older men. She didn’t think it her first time with one would be with her best friend’s hunky dad.
I was lying on Kendal’s bed, mindlessly turning over the gossip magazine i had in front of me. It was hard trying to concentrate who is was Kendal’s was bitching about this week. She seems to always find a new guy to complain about every week.
It’s just like the same story everytime, I thought to myself
Kendal was still going on and on about the same guy. ‘… and then he took me to the beach! Do you know what he bought me for lunch? A salad! He actually thought that was okay!’
I nodded. She probably didn’t register the lack of enthusiasm I was giving her. She wanted an audience.
She didn’t need an audience. She only wanted someone to tell her how she should deal with the situation. She had already told me five times how to deal with it. I wasn’t sure how many more times she could repeat herself.
“He said he would call me after he came back from the weekend, and now I haven’t heard from him! I mean what the fuck? If he wants to blow me off, he can just do it to my face!”
I nodded. She probably didn’t register the lack of enthusiasm I was giving her. She wanted an audience. She didn’t need an audience. She only wanted someone to tell her how she should deal with the situation. She had already told me five times how to deal with it. I wasn’t sure how many more times she could repeat herself.
My phone buzzed for what must’ve been the twentieth time that evening. It was Ash, bombing me with texts that I had no interest in replying to. It would only end up in an argument. I ignored it and kept reading the magazine.
“Do you think I should have gone through with it?” She asked, suddenly.
I looked up at her and frowned. “Went through with what?”
“You know…”
I shook my head.
“The blowjob,” she clarified. “Do you think I should’ve gone through with it?”
I frowned. “Why not?”
She looked down at her hands as if she was ashamed or embarrassed by it. “I don’t know… it just felt weird. I mean, I was sitting there between his legs, staring at his dick like it was going to bite me.”
I laughed. “Yeah, it’s pretty scary at first. You get used to it.”
She looked at me, surprised. “You’ve given one before?”
I shrugged. “Well… yeah. I’m sure everyone has.”
“Really?”
“It’s not a big deal. We’re almost twenty. I sucked a few dicks.”
Kendal paused. “It is a big deal.”
I turned the page of the magazine and tried to concentrate on the page. It was hard to see anything with the bright lights that were beaming down on me.
“God fucking damn it!”
“Language, dad!” Kendal shouted.
“Sorry, hon,” John replied from downstairs.
“Don’t forget the swear jar.”
“Aight.”
I chuckled as he cursed again, not quiet out of earshot.
All this talk about blowjobs had me picturing myself going down on John. It wasn’t the first time I had such thoughts. It happened quite often. I would be lying if I said I didn’t masturbate to him occasionally. I pictured myself doing it in Kendal’s bedroom, late at night, when I knew he was asleep next door. I was ashamed at how often I did it and how much I enjoyed it. He was my best friend’s father. I felt like it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself.
John is ruggedly handsome, and I could tell he kept in good shape, which was unsurprising considering how he ran his own construction business.
“So you’re saying it’s normal?” Kendal asked. “Girls my age give guys blowjobs all the time?”
“Sure. That’s why you have to be careful.”
“I know that,” Kendal said, looking offended. “I’m not stupid.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You’re so boring sometimes.”
I put the magazine down and rolled onto my side. “What do you want to do?”
“I’m going to call him.”
Well, that’s my evening cooked. “Okay,” I simply said.
She didn’t waste a moment, fanning her face before making the call, getting into character.
“You know what, I’m going downstairs, see what I can find in your fridge.”
Kendal was lost to me the moment the phone call connected.
I headed out of her room, closing the door behind me, and started down the stairs. The lights were on, which was unsurprising considering it was only early evening. I could hear the tv on in the living room. I assumed John was still in there.
I stopped by the bathroom on the way, taking a look in the mirror as I washed my hands. The girl who looked back at me was nothing special. She was a little on the plain side, with shoulder length blonde hair. It wasn’t something I paid much attention to. My hair was mostly kept in a ponytail during the day, and I usually wore no make-up.
I left the bathroom and continued toward the kitchen. I knew John would have some soda in there. The thought of a cold soda made me smile.
As I turned the corner into the kitchen, I saw John standing there with his back to me. He was dressed casually, with jeans and a blue checkered shirt. I could see the muscles in his back through the thin material. He had rolled up his sleeves to expose his forearms. He was wearing white socks and nothing else.
I stopped short when I saw him. I didn’t know where to look. I hadn’t expected anyone to be in here. I was about to turn around and leave when I realized it would be rude to do so. John was family, after all.
“Hi,” I said.
“Oh, hi,” he said, turning around. “Didn’t expect to see you down here.”
He looked as surprised to see me as I did him. He was holding a can of beer in his hand. He looked like he was getting ready to relax for the evening. I couldn’t blame him. The day had probably been a long one.
“Just came down for a drink.”
“Oh. Well, there’s plenty of soda in there, and I think there’s some leftover pizza in the fridge.”
“Yeah, I’m not really that hungry,” I said.
He smiled at me, but he seemed distant. There were dark circles under his eyes. He seemed tired.
“Well, help yourself to whatever you want,” he said.
I nodded and moved past him. As I walked past him, I noticed his scent. It was a mixture of sweat and deodorant. It was surprisingly sexy.
I opened the fridge and peered inside, trying to find a drink. I decided on a can of soda and took it out, closing the fridge. As I passed by the living, deciding whether to go back upstairs or not, i noticed John just started a movie.
John is sitting in his armchair in front of the television with his beer, which is about halfway finished. He doesn’t look like he’s paying attention to the movie, though. He looks lost in thought.
I paused, wondering if I should go back upstairs. I decided not to. Instead, I sat on the couch opposite the TV.
“What’re you watching?” I asked.
John shrugged. “Killer Space Beavers from Mars 2. Yeah, laugh all you want, I know its cheesy and lame, but its my jam. So there.”
“Are you kidding? I love bad cheesy 90s B-movies!”
John nodded, looking a little more relaxed. He took another swig from his beer. I watched as the can tilted back, revealing his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. It was strangely hypnotic.
“Want to watch it with me?” He asked. “I mean, if you ain’t got anything more important to do with Ken.”
“Sure. She’s on the phone with someone.”
John nodded. “Yeah, she seemed a little pissed when she got home. She told me about it.”
“What’d she tell you?” I asked.
John smiled. “Don’t worry, she didn’t give me any details. Just told me that her date wasn’t very pleasant.”
“Ah,” I said, nodding.
I sat down next to him on the couch. It felt strange being so close to him. We had never sat so closely before. My body was only inches from his.
“You know, you’re looking pretty good,” he said.
“Huh?”
“You look nice,” he said. “I mean, not that you don’t normally, but…”
I blushed. I couldn’t help it. It was strange hearing someone say something so nice to me.
“Oh, thanks.”
“I mean it,” he said. “You’re a very pretty girl. You always have been.”
“Really?”
He nodded..”
“Thanks.”
I blushed a little. I couldn’t help it. The compliment had taken me by surprise. It was nice to hear.
“Yeah, you’re going to be a heartbreaker, that’s for sure.”
“Oh, please,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“What?” John asked, feigning innocence. “It’s true.”
“You’re just saying that.”
John shrugged. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
I shook my head. “You’re impossible.”
“I’m impossible? Now who’s the one who’s impossible?”
“I’m impossible?”
“Yeah, you’re the one who thinks they’re so unattractive. But you’re wrong. You’re a very beautiful girl, Evie. You just have to realize that.”
“I don’t think I’m ugly…”
“No? What do you think you are then?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Plain?”
“Plain?” He shook his head. “Plain isn’t the word I’d use to describe you.”
He inched closer to me. I felt nervous and excited at the same time. It was hard not to feel that way around him. There was just something about him that made me feel… vulnerable.
“So what would you say then?” I asked.
He leaned closer to me, his face inches from mine. I could feel his breath on my skin. It sent shivers down my spine.
“I’d say you’re gorgeous,” he said softly.
He was dangerously close. I could see the gears turning in his mind. Was it because I was as plain as I thought I was? Kendal? It had to be his wife.
“Sorry,” he said, backing off a little. “The drink is making me say stupid ass things.”
I felt my heart beating faster. My body began to tingle. I didn’t want the moment to end.
“It’s okay,” I whispered.
I closed my eyes and leaned forward.
Our lips met.
The kiss was gentle at first, but then it became more intense. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. I felt his hands slide down my back and rest on my buttocks. He squeezed them gently. I moaned into his mouth. He tasted of beer and cigarettes, something I knew he tried to hide unsuccessfully from his wife.
We pulled apart after a moment, both breathing heavily.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s okay,” John said. “I’m the one who should be sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” I said.
“I’m married,” John said, shaking his head. “This is wrong.”
I nodded.
“I know,” I said. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s my fault.”
“But I kissed you first,” I said. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing.”
“You didn’t force me to kiss you back,” John said.
“No, I guess not.”
There was silence between us for a moment. Neither of us knew what to say or do next. We were both clearly uncomfortable with the situation.
Finally, John broke the silence.
“Look, I’m not going to lie,” he said. “I liked kissing you. I don’t know why, but I did.”
“I liked kissing you, too.”
“But I’m married. This isn’t right.”
“I know,” I said.
I looked away from him, unable to meet his gaze. I was ashamed of myself. I should have never kissed him. He was a married man. It was wrong. But there was something about him that made me feel safe.
“Hey, look at me,” he said gently.
I looked at him.
His eyes were full of sadness. He was struggling with this as much as I was. “I like you like you’re my own. But you’re not. And things with Denise had been kinda… rocky at the moment. I won’t let myself do anything to hurt you. As much as I want it.”
I nodded.
He gave me a kiss on the forehead.
“Thanks for being such a good friend to Kendal. You really are a special girl.”
“Thanks.”
I got up and left the room without saying another word. I felt confused and angry at myself for what had happened.
As I walked back upstairs, I could hear the movie playing in the background. It sounded like it was just getting to the good part. I wondered what was going through John’s mind right now. I hoped he was as confused as I was.
I walked back into Kendal’s room and closed the door behind me. I sat down on her bed and stared at my phone. I couldn’t believe what I had just done.
Kendal was still talking on the phone. She looked pissed.
“What happened?” She asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been gone for like, forever. What happened?”
I didn’t want to tell her what happened. I wasn’t sure how she would react. I knew she wouldn’t understand.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Nothing? What do you mean, ‘nothing’?”
“I mean, nothing happened.”
I could see she didn’t believe me. I didn’t blame her. She knew something had happened between John and me. She just couldn’t figure out what.
“Fine,” she said. “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”
She got up from the bed and walked over to her dresser. She pulled out a t-shirt and some shorts and started getting undressed.
“You know, if you wanted to tell me something, you can.”
“I know,” I said.
“Okay then,” she said.
She changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed.
“Goodnight,” she said.
“Goodnight.”
I turned off the light and tried to get some rest on Kendal’s bedroom couch. Usually I’d just bunk with Ken, but my heart was racing and I didn’t want her to smell the excitement coming off of me.
Excitement for her father.
***
When I opened my eyes, Kendal’s clock told me it was barely two in the morning.
Then I remembered the kiss. And my adrenalin spiked all over again. This was stupid. I wasn’t a kid anymore. I didn’t have stupid crushes. I needed to go wash my face. Maybe that would help.
I tiptoed out of Kendal’s room and into the bathroom across the hall. The house was quiet and dark, which didn’t surprise me since it was so late. I closed the bathroom door behind me and turned on the light.
When I looked in the mirror, I saw that my face was flushed. I traced my finger along my lower lip, the feeling of John’s beard still vivid on my skin. I couldn’t believe what had happened between us.
I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face. It helped calm me down.
After a few moments, I felt better. I wiped my face off with a towel and took a deep breath. I still couldn’t believe what had happened.
I turned off the light and opened the bathroom door. Passing by the upstairs hallway window, I could see Denise’s car wasn’t on the drive.
I was about head back into Ken’s room when I heard a grunt.
My heart skipped a beat. Where had the sound come from?
I looked around, trying to find the source of the noise.
I walked toward the stairs. I thought it might’ve come from downstairs.
I listened closely as I descended the stairs. It was dark, so I had to feel my way down. When I got to the bottom, I looked around. There was no one there.
I decided to check the living room. Maybe someone had broken into the house. It seemed unlikely, but it was the only explanation I could think of. Do I scream? Wake everyone else up? Then I’d make myself look like a right ass if it turned out to be a trash panda or something.
I slowly opened the living room door. I could hear noises coming from inside. They sounded like grunts.
I felt my heart race. What if it was an intruder?
I took a deep breath and entered the room. I could see the outline of someone sitting on the couch. The TV was on, but the volume was low.
I squinted my eyes, trying to make out who it was.
It was John. He was sitting on the couch. His hand was under a blanket.
“Oh, fuck. Evie,” he moaned, clearly pleasuring himself with his hand.
I could tell he was masturbating, but I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if I should leave or stay.
I felt my heart race even faster. My mouth went dry.
I took a step forward.
I knew I shouldn’t have done that. I knew I should have left him alone, but I couldn’t help myself. Something inside me wanted to see more.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Jesus!” John gasped. He shot up, and bundled the blanket around his crotch. He was clearly embarrassed and trying to hide what he was doing.
I smiled at him. I wasn’t sure why I did, but it felt right.
“Goddamn it,” he muttered. “Fuck.”
“You okay?”
“How long were you there for?”
“Long enough for you to mutter my name.”
He rubbed his face. “Shit.”
I edged closer to him. I could tell he was uncomfortable.
“Why are you up?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” I said. “I was just going back to Kendal’s room when I heard you.”
I sat down next to him on the couch. I could see the outline of his erection through the blanket. It made my heart race even faster.
“You were thinking about me, weren’t you?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh. I could feel his heat through the blanket. I felt his muscles tense.
“Do you want me?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Then take me.”
“I can’t.”
“You can,” I said. “We’re both adults.”
I leaned closer to him and kissed him. He hesitated, but then kissed me back. His lips felt soft and warm against mine.
I felt my body tingle with excitement. I had never kissed anyone before. It was a new feeling for me. The more our lips touched, the faster the resistance eroded. Before long, hunger overtaken him and he snaked his hand around the nape of my neck, pulling me to him, devouring me with fervor.
“God damn it,” he moaned, as he pulled away. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“I want you too.”
I placed my hand on his crotch and gently squeezed his cock through the blanket. I could feel it throb under my touch. It made me wet just thinking about it.
I slipped my hand under the blanket and grabbed his cock. I felt my heart race as I did so. I couldn’t believe I was actually touching him like this. It felt so wrong, but it also felt so right.
“Jesus Christ,” John groaned. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
“Good,” I whispered, as I stroked his cock. It pulsed under my fingers, hot and throbbing to the touch.
I could tell he was trying to hold back. He didn’t want to let go of control, but I could tell it was hard for him. He wanted me. Badly.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, his voice strained with need.
“But it feels so good.”
I leaned forward and kissed him again, harder than before. His tongue slid into my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel his hunger growing as our lips touched. I knew he was fighting back the urge to take me. Like a moth to the flame, I was intoxicated with the effect I had on him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Take me,” I whispered. “Please.”
He looked at me, his eyes filled with lust.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I do.”
“You’re my daughter’s best friend.”
“So?”
“So… we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“We both want it, don’t we?”
“Yes,” he admitted.
“Denise hasn’t been looking after you has she?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“She doesn’t satisfy you like she used to.”
“No,” he sighed.
I kissed him again. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as we kissed. It was such a strange feeling. I never thought I would be doing it now, either. Not with my best friend’s father, at least.
“Let me make you feel better,” I purred, breaking away from him gently. He covered his eyes with his forearm, but he didn’t stop me.
I peeled the blanket away from him, exposing his cock. It sprung out, painfully thick and curved.
And so fucking big. It was way bigger than my boyfriend’s, at least.
A real big daddy cock.
My mouth felt dry, and I dropped to my knees. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I couldn’t believe I was about to suck my best friend’s father’s dick. But there was no turning back now. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted it. I needed it.
I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock. It tasted salty and sweet at the same time. It made my pussy tingle just thinking about it. I knew I would have to be careful, or I’d come before I even got started.
John grunted as I licked his cock. I could tell he was trying not to moan, but it was hard for him. He was enjoying himself.
“You like that?” I whispered. “You like when I lick your cock?”
“Yes,” he moaned. “Yes.”
I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick. It felt so good to do this. I never thought I would be able to do something like this, but I was glad I was now. I loved how he tasted. I loved how it felt against my tongue. It was making me wet just thinking about it.
“Do you want to feel my mouth around your cock?” I asked. “Do you want me to suck you off? To swallow your cum?”
“Yes,” he gasped. “God, yes.”
I took him in my mouth, sucking on his cock like it was a lollipop. I could feel his hips spasm as I sucked it. I could tell he was trying not to cum too soon, but it was hard for him.
“Fuck,” he grunted, as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. “Your mouth is so fucking tight.”
“Mmmhmm,” I murmured, as I sucked him. I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum on my lips. It drove me crazy, knowing how much pleasure I was giving him.
I bobbed my head faster, sucking his cock like a vacuum cleaner. I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to feel his hot cum shoot down my throat.
“Oh God,” he growled, as I sucked him harder. “I’m going to cum. I can’t hold back any longer.”
I kept sucking him, moving my head up and down on his cock like my life depended on it. I wanted to feel him to explode in my mouth.
“Fuck!”
His body tensed as he came. His cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth as his cum shot out, coating my tongue with his warm, sticky seed.
I swallowed it eagerly, savoring every drop of his cum.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, as he finished cumming in my mouth. “That was incredible.”
I pulled away from him and smiled.
“I’m glad you liked it,” I said, licking my lips. “It tasted good.”
He looked at me, his eyes filled with lust. “You’re fucking sexy as hell.”
“Thanks,” I said, smiling. “But this isn’t about me.”
I crawled forward and straddled his lap, my pussy inches from his still hard cock.
“I need you to fuck me.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, the magic words having it’s effect on him.
I leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed me back, his tongue sliding into my mouth yet again.
I reached behind me and grabbed his cock, stroking it gently. It got rock hard immediately, despite having ejaculated just moments ago. It was so big and thick. It made my pussy tingle just thinking about it inside of me.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered. “I need you inside me.”
John grabbed my hips and lifted me up, placing the tip of his cock at the entrance to my wet pussy.
“You’re sure about this?” He asked. “What about condoms? Fuck, I never needed them, not with Denise.”
A flash of jealousy coursed through me at the mention of his wife’s name. “I want to be a girl for you, Daddy. That means you can have my teen pussy raw.”
“Fuck,” he swallowed. “God fucking damn it.”
He eased me down onto his cock, making me cry out as his tip kissed my lips.
He slowly filled me up with his thick shaft. I could feel every inch of him stretch my tight pussy as he entered me.
“Oh my God,” I groaned. It felt incredible to have him inside me. I couldn’t believe how big he was. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I had to admit, it did hurt a little, but John didn’t rush. I could see the hunger in his eyes, but he let my pussy slowly get used to his size.
“It’s so big,” I cooed. “So fucking big.”
He smiled at me. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Just go slow.”
He kissed me. “I will. Don’t worry.”
I felt his tongue slide into my mouth as he kissed me passionately. I moaned into his mouth as he began to slowly move his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy.
“How is that?” he whispered.
“Good. It feels good.”
I could feel myself getting wetter as he fucked me. Juices leaked out of me and down his shaft.
“God, you’re so tight,” he murmured, as he continued to fuck me. “Your pussy feels incredible.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I said, smiling. I was enjoying it just as much as he was. I loved the feeling of his cock inside me. It felt so good. I couldn’t believe how amazing it was. “From now on, Daddy, my pussy is for you to use as you please.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”
“What am I doing?” I asked.
“Talking dirty to me.”
I smiled. “I can’t help it. I can’t wait to feel you cum inside me.”
An indescribable sound escaped his throat. Like a desperate, choked sound.
“Fuck, are you on anything? Are you on the pill?”
“No,” I admitted, rocking my hips every so slightly harder against him. “You can pull out it that makes you feel better.”
“Fuck,” he growled again.
We were silent for a moment, the TV hummed quietly behind me. The wet, slick sound of his cock going in and out of me was heavenly.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, embracing him. He took the opportunity to slide his hand under my top, groping my breasts, feeling how hard my nipples were for him.
He leaned forward and sucked on my nipples through the fabric of my top, making me moan with pleasure. I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he sucked them.
He pulled away from me and looked up at me.
“You want to cum inside me, don’t you?”
“Y-yeah.”
I giggled and took his earlobe into my mouth, sucking on it. I loved how his hair just smelled with a tinge of sweat and dust from a day’s work. “Do it, Daddy. Fill my pussy up with your cum. I want to feel it deep inside my womb.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“You like it when I talk like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he groaned.
“Do you like fucking my tight teenage pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me,” I said. “Tell me how much you like it.”
“God, I love it.”
I felt my pussy tingle as he said those words. I was enjoying myself just as much as he was. I loved the feeling of his cock inside me.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Please, keep talking dirty to me. It turns me on so much.”
He grabbed my hips and began to thrust harder and faster. I could feel his cock throb inside me.
“You’re such a naughty little slut.”
“I’m your slut,” I said. “I’m your dirty little slut.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “God damn it!”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh God, yes! You’re going to make me cum!”
“I’m going to cum, too..!”
I muffled a scream as my climax overwhelmed me. My body tensed and my toes curled as I felt my juices flow out of me. Just at that moment, he dug his nails hard into my hips and he rumbled into my neck. He sank his teeth into my neck, which sent. white hot bolt of pain through me but somehow, that heightened my pleasure even more.
I whimpered, the world turned white as another wave of pleasure washed over me. My body went limp as it submitted to him. I loved how primal it all felt, like how he was holding me down, not letting me go until he emptied all of his seed inside of me.
“Impregnate me, Daddy,” I managed to eek out.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled.
I wrapped my arms around him, embracing him as he came. I felt his cock swell up and pulse as it filled my pussy with his hot cum.
“God damn it,” he moaned, as he finished cumming inside me.
He held me close as our bodies trembled, both of us completely spent. We sat there for a while, neither one of us saying anything. I loved the feeling of him still inside me. I could feel his heart beating against my chest. His skin was hot and sweaty, but I didn’t mind. It felt good to be so close to him.
He pulled away from me, his cock still half hard, glistening with his seed. A trail of it leaked out of me, thick and warm, dripping down my thigh. It made me tingle all over again, knowing how much he had filled me up with.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Me neither,” I said.
We were sitting next to each other on the couch, both of us trying to catch our breath. My heart was still racing. I couldn’t believe what had just happened between us.
“Denise isn’t going to be too happy,” he said.
“Why?”
He looked at me. “Because we just had unprotected sex. What if you get pregnant? She’ll kill me.”
I shrugged. “That’s not your problem. I’ll deal with it. Don’t worry.”
“I’ll take responsibility.”
“It’ll be fine,” I replied. It was a moment of madness, something crazy and amazing in the heat of the moment. But I wasn’t stupid, I’ll go get some Plan B first thing.
I got off of his lap and straightened out my clothes.
“John?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t regret it.”
“I think I’m supposed to say that, not you,” he smiled.
I leaned over and kissed him, before straightening myself up and heading back upstairs.
“Goodnight, John.”
“Night, Evie.”
I knew I was going to have to come clean to Kendal sooner or later. But right now, I didn’t want anything to spoil this. I felt so… complete.
As I crept back into her room, I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
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