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I grabbed a beer from the fridge and slumped down on the couch with a heavy sigh.

What a roller coaster.

When I closed my eyes, I could still feel her soft, plump lips wrapped around my shaft and her warm tongue on my tip. I could still smell her.

I hadn’t meant to come on her face, but seeing her like that, smiling up at me, her beautiful face covered in my load, still had me wanting more.

Look after her for a while…

Randy’s words rang around in my head and I groaned again as I took another swig of my beer.

I was in a big, big pickle.

Chapter Seven

Autumn

“You’re leaving, pa?” I asked for the third time.

My dad had just informed me and my mom that he was heading to Ireland for a project and was going to be gone for at least a month. Talk about coming out of the blue.

“How many times you gonna ask me, kiddo?” he said with a sad smile. “Nothing I can do about it.”

“What if we have a problem with the house?”

“Well, that’s what I was talking to Jim about,” he replied. “I told him to look after you while I’m gone.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“Look after…me?”

“No, my other daughter,” he joked. “Yes, you!”

“Look after her how?” my mom asked. She was kidding, but little did she know…

I could still feel the warmth of his cum on my face and the strength of his hard cock filling my mouth.

My first blowjob. My first dick.

I was completely to

rn. On one hand, I was heartbroken that my dad was going to be gone, but on the other hand, it felt like freedom. I might have to hide our relationship from Mom, but with Dad gone, Jim would be a lot less worried about getting with me.

Relationship? Did I really just think that?

The thought surprised me but had felt as natural as getting up in the morning and brushing my teeth—just one of those things you don’t think about.

“Well, for starters, to keep those frat boys out of her dorm room,” Dad joked, which drew a scowl from both of us.

“Stop,” I told him. “You know I don’t like those idiots.”

“And let’s keep it that way,” he nodded.

I like real men…a real man.

I glanced out the living room window. I could see Jim’s house across the park where we’d first met, and I felt a pang in my heart knowing he was right there—so close but so far away. It wasn’t like I could just excuse myself and go over there and give myself to him, and even if I did, there was no guarantee he would actually take me.

It was admirable that he had reservations about getting with me. I was the daughter of his best friend and boss. Talk about a sticky situation. But the attraction between us…it was undeniable. And with my dad gone for a month…

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