08/16/2018
Chad, "And it was nine inches, can you believe it?"
I panic. Have I been speaking? Are we really talking about his cock? "huh?"
"The cake, kitten, it's what I was telling you about. The bosses bought celebration cake for the promotions. Neapolitan style, chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla, 9 inches deep, it was unbelievable. I wanted to save a piece for you but everyone in the office gobbled it up before I had a chance."
The air escapes out of my lungs, "Oh it's alright.." I relax, I'm alright. How humiliating woudl it be if he knew I was drooling over him, maybe he thinks I'm drooling over that stupid cake at his office. I got lucky this time, but I need to say something... what can I plan to get closer to him? "Congratulations, we should celebrate," I scoot in closer, smile sweetly, and try not to glance at his dress pants. Did I ever tell you how much I love men's dress pants? I fucking love how thin the cotton-poly blend is, sometimes when a man is standing or sitting at just the right angle you can see the outline of his cock. I would love to see a real penis, not just one on the computer, but a real one to touch, to taste..
Chad interrupts my thoughts, "thank you kitten, but I'm so exhausted. I thought we could just chill out tonight. Maybe you want a movie night?"
Movie night, yes.. "with pizza?" I immediately cringe after I said that. It's so little-girlish of me, and I am eighteen years old now. I want to be seen as an adult. A woman. I am a woman that wants this man, this man that I am not supposed to have. My stomach gurgles, I could use some pizza, but I would much rather have daddy's sausage.
"Sounds perfect," he smiles at me. I love it when he smiles at me. "I'm going to take a shower and get into my PJ's. Don't run the hot water, ok?"
"Yes, yes, YES! It's just like one of those porn cliches. I should take off my clothes and join him. He wouldn't resist me. Oh but.. this is reality. What if he watches daddy/daughter porn because he likes the power-play between the daddy and daughter. What if he's into submissive chicks and not really dreaming about having sex with me?
Chad moans, "oh fuck yes.. kitten.."
"Kitten?! That's MY nickname. He wants me. C'mon Whitney, GO, get in the shower with him. Drop to your knees and..
Chad shuts off the water.
I panic. I run. I run and I leave the bathroom door open. Will he notice? Oh fuck me, fuck my whole entire stupid life. I am a stupid girl. I am a stupid virgin girl, I'll die alone, never looking at another man because the man I love most doesn't want me! I try to stifle the tears. Daddy can always tell when I am crying.
Whitney, "I'm a coward."
I open my armoire to grab my flannel pajamas. I hesitate. I know I have a satin nightie. It's technically my mom's. I stole it from her bedroom before she left us, me and my step-daddy. I hold up the satin nightie to my body. I feel good. I feel sexy. The silk charmeuse feels light and liquid under my fingertips.
Maybe I'm not an idiot. Maybe.. maybe.. I just have to be sure he won't refuse me.
Watch the story unfold..