Page 20 of Education with Dad's Best Friend
I haven’t gotten out of my car when my phone buzzes. It’s Elsie’s number. I answer it right away.
“Hello, Albert?” the female’s voice on the other end of the line isn’t the sweet voice that I’ve missed every minute.
“Who is it?” I feel uneasy. Why is someone else using Elsie’s phone?
“I’m Fanny, Elsie’s mom.”
I frown. What does the woman want? “Hi, has anyone happened to Elsie?” I ask, alarmed.
“No,” she says. “I’m just calling you on her behalf. I want to invite you to our house for dinner. I don’t have to work this evening, and I thought I would thank you for what you’ve done for Elsie.”
I haven’t expected this, and I pause to come up with a response. “Does Elsie know about it?”
“Of course she does. She likes the idea.”
Something doesn’t feel quite right about it, and I rack my brain to decide whether I should accept her invitation.
“Please, Albert,” Fanny speaks while I’m silent. “It’s the least I can do for you.”
I put my guard down. After all, my desire to see Elsie again is too strong for me to let go of such an opportunity. Even though there isn’t much I can do to her with her mother present, I still want to be physically close to her.
“Sure, I’ll be there.”
“Great. I’ll see you at six,” Fanny says. “Does chicken lasagna sound good to you?”
“I love lasagna.” I glance at the clock. It’s four in the afternoon. I still have time to shower.
I knock on the door of the apartment I visited just two weeks ago, aware that the fellow from across the hallway is staring at me again. I make a mental note to speak to Elsie about it so she would watch out for the creep.
Since the day we went shopping, I haven’t seen her, and I’ve missed her like hell. I’ve given her a few math tutorials over the phone and done my best not to go astray on the topics. So far, I’ve done a good job putting my lust in check, and I’m confident I’ll behave throughout the evening with no blunder.
Elsie opens the door for me, wearing the dress I bought her a week ago. I recall undressing her in the fitting room, and my pants feel tight instantly. “Hi, Albert,” Elsie says, her eyes glancing at my waist for a moment before moving up to meet mine again.
Instantly, I wish I weren’t here for dinner, and I wish her mom weren’t home. I wish I could carry her all the way to her little pink bed and feast on her instead of the lasagna dinner.
But then, I don’t get what I wish for.
“Hi, Sweet…” I clear my throat. “Elsie.”
She lets me into the house and closes the door behind us. “Mom is in the shower,” she says and stands on her tiptoes to give me a kiss on the lips.
Shit. The moment I hear water running in the bathroom, my arms reach her of their own volition. I hold her and press her against me, kissing her greedily, slipping my hand under her skirt to squeeze her little bun.
She whimpers and starts to grind on me. “I missed you, Albert.”
Holy Jesus. Blood deserts my brain and rushes to my groins, and I become a monster just like that. I let Elsie lead me to the living room couch and fall on top of her. I let her little hand fumble on my zipper and reach for my hardness. I let her stroke it, knowing full well this is inappropriate, considering her mom is in the house and can materialize at any minute. But Jesus, my mind is gone. “Elsie, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I say to her. But I don’t stop her. Hell, I enjoy the touch of her soft hand and the way her baby blue eyes gaze at me, filled with innocent lust.
“Please, Albert. I want you to fill me again like you did last time,” she whispers, holding my male organ to her moist, bare center.
“Where are your panties?” I rasp.
“In my room,” she says with an impish smile.
Fuck me. My little angel has turned into a seductress. I’m responsible for her change—I’ve tainted her. The realization is a slap in the face. Looking back, she was a budding flower just a few weeks ago when I first met her, without any knowledge regarding sex. But now, she’s begging me like a starved woman. I close my eyes, hating myself for what I’ve done to her.
I pull myself away and help her sit up.
“What’s wrong?” she asks me, looking hurt. “You don’t love me anymore?”
