Page 9 of Education with Dad's Best Friend
“No!” he says, looking horrified. “How could you say that? You’re an angel, Elsie. On the contrary, you’re too good. I don’t deserve you!”
“Why? But you’re the best teacher I’ve had.”
He smiles. “Thank you, sweetheart, but I’m also an old man.”
“But I don’t mind. I like you being mature. I feel safe with you, Albert. I love you!”
“What?” He looks amused for a second. “Silly girl. You don’t know what love is.”
“What is love?” I ask. True. I’ve heard people say it on TV a lot and read about it, too. But I’m not sure what it is. I say it because it just seems to be the right word to describe my feelings for the man.
“I… don’t know,” he says after a moment’s consideration. “I’ve never been in love in my life. I don’t really think it exists at all. It’s make-believe just like Santa Claus.”
I’m disappointed with the answer. I don’t care too much for Santa Claus because I haven’t gotten many gifts from the old fellow. But I feel sad knowing love is make-believe. “I like you, then.”
I stand up to leave, but he stops me. “Wait for a moment. Your dad wants to see you. I’ll take you to his office.”
My mood lightens. I like my dad. I don’t get to see him often, but I know he cares about me because he sends me birthday gifts every year.
I wait for Albert to call my dad and let him know. After holding the receiver of his office phone for a moment, he puts it down and says, “He isn’t answering. Let’s just walk over to his office. It isn’t far.”
When he’s about to open the door, he pauses and turns to look at me. He smiles and says, “I’m sorry I can’t help you, Elsie. But I want to tell you that you’re a smart girl, you’ll get math. Okay?”
The warmth in his eyes and the softness of his voice are all too much for me to take. I can’t hold my tears any longer. I’ve just met this man who is kind to me and cares about me more than my own dad, and I like him, too.
“So this is it?” I mumble while sniffling. “I won’t be seeing you again?”
“There,” he says with a conflicted look and holds his fists tight again. “Don’t cry, please.”
I wipe my tears. “Can I make a request?”
“Sure, anything, Elsie.”
“Can you kiss me the way you did last time? I liked it.”
“That’s a tough question for me to answer,” he growls.
“Fine, never mind,” I say and grab the doorknob.
I haven’t turned it when I feel his hand on my arm and a force yanking me back. Before I know it, I’m in Albert’s arms and facing him. His eyes are narrowed and stormy when he stares at me intently.
“I’ve missed it, too, little one,” he says, brushing my lips with his thumb. “And it drives me crazy to not do it again.”
When his lips press on mine, I’m all trembling with excitement. Albert tastes me slowly and deliberately as if I’m a morsel of food, his soft lips searing mine gently. I let him taste me over and over until my lips are swollen. And then, he moves across my cheeks to kiss my ear and the sensitive spot beneath it. Ohmygod. It’s so delicious. I can’t help the noise coming out of my throat.
He nibbles on the delicate skin on my shoulders before trailing his lips down to the top of my cami dress. Soon he is no longer the cool and collected professor a moment ago but a voracious animal. I’m his meal, and he only has one thing in mind: to devour me. My girly bits all fire up, and I become hungry, too. I need him to feed on me. I need him to consume me.
I squirm restlessly, just like I did last time, and my body gravitates towards his center. His hard bulge is there again, although he’s already used the restroom earlier. I have a feeling it has nothing to do with the need to pee. It probably has something to do with me. The possibility thrills me, and I become bolder as I adjust myself into a comfortable position, so my aching spot touches his hardness.
“You needy little girl!” With a low groan, Albert hauls me back a few steps and sets me on top of his desk.
He pushes the straps of my dress down, revealing my pink bra with white polka dots. “So fucking lovely,” he says, shaking his head.
I’m flattered by the compliment. “It’s my favorite bra,” I say.
But Albert doesn’t care so much about the garment because soon he peels the cup down and feasts on the sight of my swelling flesh. I look down at myself and gasp: my nipples are hard and swollen.
I must look weird to Albert because his eyes are glued on me, looking fascinated. “Something must be wrong with me,” I say embarrassedly as I put an arm across my chest. “They’ve never been like this before.”
