As I drove down the highway, my mind was filled with thoughts of Jenny and how we got here -- headed south on I-85 towards Durham, North Carolina. My name is Mike Anderson and Jenny is my next-door-neighbor's college daughter, who is about to embark on her senior year at Duke. Jenny and I have a connection; a mutual attraction for each other that has, so far, led to two weekends full of the most incredible sex of my life.
It was around a week ago that I received a rather cryptic text message from Jenny, saying only "Keep your calendar free next weekend." I replied with the obvious question "Why? What's up?", but I never received a reply. Then, last night, when I was returning home from work -- a rare day I actually went into the office -- I was getting out of my car, and Fred Miller -- Jenny's dad -- approached me.
"What's going on, Fred?" I asked, worried that maybe he found out about Jenny and my affair and was coming over to kick my ass. Fred was in his 50's, shorter than me by a few inches, but built like a fucking tank. If he wanted to kick my ass, my ass was getting kicked. Except, he was smiling at me.
"Mike," he said in greeting. "I just wanted to thank you for offering to take Jenny back to school tomorrow. I guess she told you about her falling out with her friend Sarah?" I nodded dumbly. I knew Sarah was Jenny's friend from Duke who had driven Jenny back and forth from school the past couple of years, but I had no idea there had been a falling out between the two. "Her mom and I thought we would have to cancel our trip to Toronto, but Jenny told us how you offered to give her a lift. Very neighborly of you, Mike."
I started to understand what was going on. I suspected that there was no falling out between Jenny and Sarah, and Jenny just conjured up a way for the two of us to have some quality alone time before school started back up. I just wish she would have filled me in on her scheme. Also, I wasn't sure we'd have the kind of alone time she expected, with all the traveling. Still, even with the short notice, I was game. I did sort of feel badly about deceiving the Millers, especially when Fred pulled out a wad of bills, holding it out to me.
"Here, Mike," Fred said, "thrusting the cash in my direction. "For gas and food. I insist."
"Seriously, Fred," I retorted, "it's not necessary. You and Gina have always been good to me, especially after Dana left me. It's the least I can do." The Millers have always been friendly, but honestly, we had very little interaction over the years we've lived next door to each other. Still, I refused to have them pay for the privilege of having me fuck their daughter behind their back. Fred nodded his head, looking a bit disappointed before putting the wad of bills back into his pocket.
Now, I was taking Jenny back to school, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. I wasn't sure what this meant for us and our relationship. I still believed it wouldn't be long before she found a boy in one of her classes and she forgot about old Mike. After our first weekend together, I told her as much, and at that time, I was okay with the idea. Now, I wasn't so sure. Was I falling for Jenny? She had it all. She was smart, funny, gorgeous, and an amazing lover. Oh, and she had made it abundantly clear that she had crushed on me for years. A couple of weeks ago when we were together, she told me she loved me -- not once in the heat of the moment, but a few times.
Jenny was asleep in the passenger seat, her head leaning against the window. I couldn't help but steal glances at her, admiring her delicate features and the way her red hair fell perfectly over her face. She had always been beautiful, but now that I had gotten to know her on a more intimate level, I couldn't help but see her in a different light. The chemistry between us was undeniable and the pleasure she brought me was like nothing I had ever experienced before. But as much as I enjoyed her company, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just a fling -- a mid-life crisis, perhaps. I was 15 years older than her and she was just starting her life, while I was still dealing with the aftermath of my divorce.
My thoughts were interrupted when Jenny stirred awake and stretched her arms above her head.
"How much longer until we get to the hotel?" she asked, yawning.
"About an hour," I replied after consulting the GPS on my phone. She nodded and leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes again. Another one of Jenny's deceptions to her parents was ensuring we got a late start, so we would have to get a hotel for the night. She even decided that we would check in separately. I wasn't sure whether or not all the Cloak and Dagger was necessary, but it seemed best to go along with it.
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Jenny woke again around forty minutes later. I had no idea she was awake until I felt her hand on my cheek. I instinctively took her hand, kissing it. I glanced up at Jenny, who was smiling happily.
"I have a couple of surprises for you, Mike," she said sweetly. The suggestive tone she used was enough to cause a stirring from my crotch. The hand Jenny just placed on my face was the first physical contact we had since the weekend I spent with her -- mostly in her bed. If Jenny had asked me to pull off the road at some point for a quick fuck, I probably would have complied. Jenny watched my features, giggling a little.
"What's so funny?" I asked her, feigning ignorance.
"I love you, Mike, and I can't wait to show you all night tonight," she replied. There was the erection. She had that affect on me. "I'll take care of that for you soon enough," she commented, noticing my boner, as well.
We held hands, not talking, the rest of the short ride to the hotel. This particular hotel was one I had stayed at years ago when Dana and I attended a friend's wedding. It wasn't fancy, but it wasn't sleazy, either. It was a mid-range, romantic hotel that I was pretty sure Jenny would appreciate. As we pulled into the parking lot, I could see the excitement on Jenny's face. As planned, we checked in separately. I let Jenny do her thing first, just in case she hit a snag and needed back-up. Once she sent me the all-clear text message, I waited a couple more minutes, then got my own room. I rode the elevator up to the third floor, found my room, then threw my duffle on the queen bed. I then texted Jenny my room number.
While I waited for Jenny to arrive, I looked around. The room was modest, and yet, romantic. There was a small balcony, which was nice, even though the view was of the parking lot. There was fresh-cut flowers on a coffee table near the balcony door. On the other side of the room was the queen-size bed. I tested the mattress; it was firm and didn't squeak. Perfect. There was a 72 inch television, and I'm sure it included on-demand adult films. There was also a stereo system, which I thought was a nice touch. The bathroom was pretty spacious, having a double vanity, a shower stall, and a Jacuzzi tub, which I was pretty sure would get some use. As I exited the bathroom, having finished the tour of the room, I heard a soft knock on the door. I opened the door to a beaming Jenny, her duffle bag slung over her shoulder. Being the gentleman I was, I took the duffle from her, putting it on the coffee table next to my own duffle. Jenny then took the tour I just had, laughing and making other noises of contentment that made me smile. After taking a quick look over the balcony, she walked up to me and put her arms around my neck. I leaned down and we shared a slow, lingering kiss.
"Oh, Mike," Jenny said, breaking the kiss. "I've missed kissing you. I've missed you," she clarified.
"I've missed you, too," I replied. We kissed again. I broke the kiss this time. "Before we go any further, we should get some dinner. I don't know about you, but I haven't eaten since breakfast, and I'm starving." Jenny pouted, placing her hand on my crotch. I gently moved her hand, smiling. "There will be plenty of time for that," I explained, still smiling.
