Page 4 of Education with Dad's Best Friend
He claps his hands when I stop. “You have a beautiful voice, Elsie.”
“Thank you.” I smile. No one has said that to me.
“What’re you going to do with it?”
“With what? My voice?” I love singing, but I’m too shy to sing in public. “Mom says if I weren’t so shy I could become a lounge singer at the nightclub she works.”
“She works at a nightclub?”
“Yes.”
His mouth opens. “I thought she worked at a supermarket.”
“She does during the days. But she also works at the nightclub three nights a week.”
“Jesus,” he mutters, looking at me with pity.
I feel uncomfortable. I know what Mom does isn’t something to be proud of, but we need the money. Her supermarket job pays the rent but not the debts we owe. But I can’t tell Albert this.
“You must be thirsty from all the talking,” I say in order to change the subject. “Would you like some water?”
“Sure,” he says.
I climb onto the kitchen counter to get a clean glass from the top shelf in the cabinet. As soon as I do that, I hear a gasp from Albert. I realize my gown has hiked up. I’m probably baring my bottom to him, although I’m wearing panties.
Realizing my inappropriate condition, I jerk back. The glass slips out of my hand, and I try to catch it before it hits the counter.
Albert rushes to me to help, catching me in his arms just before I fall onto the floor with the glass in my hand.
“Jesus, Elsie, are you all right?” he asks in a soft voice.
“Yes, I am. I’m so sorry!” I giggle with embarrassment, wrapping his neck with both hands. His arms feel so good I don’t want to let go of him. I gaze up at him and bite my bottom lip instead.
And then, as if God heard my earlier secret prayer, Albert bends down and kisses my lips.
His lips are velvety, and he tastes so good. I’ve never been kissed like that. In fact, the only time I’ve been kissed was back in the first grade. A boy just grabbed me and put his wet lips on mine. It was gross. It’s why I’m always careful to stay away when guys show signs of wanting to kiss me.
I didn’t see it coming with Albert. Or perhaps I did, but I wanted it.
I don’t know how to kiss him back, so I just let him devour me. At first, he brushes against my lips gently, but then he becomes fierce. I feel the same, like trying a small bite of food I’ve never had, and when the taste makes me hungry, I want more. I let out a small noise, sounding like the kitty I used to have when we lived with Mom’s boyfriend in his trailer. Unknowingly, I climb on him and wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him like a monkey. He feels so safe, like a big tree that I can hold on to.
Albert groans, and something in his pants moves. One hand supporting my bottom, his other hand slips between us and strokes my breast through my nightgown. A tingling sensation courses through my body, and I whimper again. “You’re a little temptress, Elsie,” he stops kissing me and rasps into my ear.
I don’t understand the word temptress, but I figure it’s a positive thing from the way he speaks.
His hand slides into my gown and kneads my hip. It travels up and touches my back and then down to my butt. He palms my cheeks in circles, causing a tingling sensation. Oh my. The feeling is so exquisite. It’s similar to burning, but without the hurt. I writhe against him.
Albert’s breathing turns ragged, and he pushes back, pressing something hard between my thighs, bringing an itch right there. I wriggle more, hitting the spot that needs to be scratched over and over on his stiff bulge, hoping to rub off the craving. His swelling becomes larger, and Albert grunts like an animal.
Suddenly he stops moving and pants heavily. “Christ,” he mumbles. “I’m sorry, Elsie. I don’t know what got into me.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “I like it.”
His eyes darken. “You do? Are you saying you’re a horny little girl?” he asks in a rough voice.
“No, I’m not!” I shake my head embarrassedly, knowing it’s a bad word. “I’m just feeling itchy.”
“Itchy?” He growls as he slips a finger into my panties. “Holy shit. Have you ever let any guy touch you before?”
