This chapter was originally part of chapter 3, but it was getting long. So, this is just a continuation of that chapter. It picks up the following morning.
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Chapter 4 - Paige Tells Her Parents
Paige's dad freaked but her mom defended us dating. Kind of backwards from what Paige expected. Daddy was trying to protect his little girl. It seemed to me Mom was looking at it from Paige's prospective. When Paige's mother and father had met they were 20 and 25 respectively. This was the foundation of her mom's argument. And then she threw in the fact I was a responsible home owner with a decent career on top for good measure.
I stayed clear as Paige had requested and let things play out. I figured there would be plenty of time to come to terms with them in the future.
That night Paige came over for dinner. She used the front door for the first time. When I answered the door she was looking very happy (and gorgeous) in her fitted t-shirt and tight cutoff jean shorts despite the heavy confrontation with her father earlier. We sat at the table as I went to get the food. She recounted how her father forbade her from seeing me.
"But you are here now." I pointed out.
"He backed off a little. My mom really stood up for you. I think she sees you as a good catch for me."
"What did you say?"
"I told them I wanted to keep seeing you because the sex is mind blowing." She joked.
I just stared at her.
"I think he will come around."
After dinner we tried to murder each other on the gaming system. Lots of kissing too.
As Paige was starting to leave she caught me staring at her cute ass for the thousandth time that night. It looked so good in those shorts. "Have you developed a new obsession?" She asked smiling coyly.
"It's not really a new one." I responded. "You just look extra delicious today."
She bent over and placed her elbows on the dining table. "Is that better?" It was. Her little heart shaped ass was too desirable. When I stood in stunned silence, she started to wag it back and forth. As usual she knew exactly how to get me so hot that I would attack with lust.
I kneeled behind her stoking her legs from ankle to high inner thigh with my hands. At the same time I kissed the exposed lower halves of her butt cheeks. Paige whimpered.
I reached around and unfastened the button and zipper on her shorts. She stood upright to help me get them off. I didn't waste time, I took her underwear off in the same motion.
I put a hand on her back to push her into her bent position. It didn't take any force she was headed that way anyhow.
I spread her cheeks and began licking at her pussy. When she was really wet a moment later I stood up dropped my pants and tried to force my cock in. She was still tight so I had to feed a little in and hump in and out before forcing more in. She laid making grunts and groans.
It took several trials before I was all the way in. On the last shove Paige cried out. "Oh god, so deep".
I looked down at her beautiful ass and her tiny body being speared by my thickness. It took a lot to maintain my composure and not cum instantly.
I began to saw in and out. Every Time I bottomed out she would yelp. I grabbed her hips and started to pump with fury. Her individual yelps merged into a long stuttering "ahhhh" sound. When I came, she coached me, "Yeah, give it to me." I staggered back and collapsed in a chair. Paige laid flat on the table panting.
After a minute she turned her face to me and said, "You always feel big and long, but dear god, you touched me in places I didn't know I had. You reach into my core."
I still was trying to recover and had no witty reply.
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As the whole week progressed, she came over for dinner, stayed for a while to cuddle and went home. Well, went home most nights.
Sunday about ten minutes after she arrived the doorbell chimed.
It was her dad. He just looked at me and said nothing.
I politely invited him in, led him to the dinner table and offered him a seat across from his daughter.
I excused myself and left two very tense family members at the table. I returned with a platter of braised ribs and an extra plate for the unexpected guest. The tension was so tightly wound I thought either Paige or her father would explode any second but they just sat looking at each other. I wondered if they were waiting for me to get settled before starting the fireworks show.
When everyone sat motionless, I decided to just keep playing host. I wasn't sure what to say, so I said nothing. I picked up Paige's plate and put food on it. Next, I did the same with 'Dad's' plate. They seemed to ignore me. This was getting just plain weird. But in his defense, I had never just learned that my daughter was being sexed up by the neighbor, so maybe this was normal for the circumstances.
After I made my own plate, I started to eat. I nudged Paige and she began to eat. She suddenly got vocal, almost orgasmic sounding.
"Mmmmm, this is good. You never cease to amaze me. Dad, try some."
He reluctantly took a mouthful. His face went to a state of shock. "This is good. Really good."
I thought it was normal, average cooking personally. My mom's cooking had been much better. I thought back to the first time Paige ate with me and had the same response. Were the expectations of my bachelor culinary skills just so low that when I provided normal food it was a grand surprise?
I think 'Dad' recognized my confused expression because then he explained, "Paige's mom is a terrible cook. We have never had a home cooked meal nearly this good. Sometimes I think she's trying to poison us."
Paige snickered. "Like the baked potatoes that one time." Her dad started to laugh too.
That seemed to break down the wall of tension. We ate in silence but a much more comfortable silence.
After cleaning his plate, he pushed back his chair and said "Now I understand why Paige has been sneaking over for dinner. I may start sneaking over with her."
I was happy things were looking better so I offered a tour of the house, which he accepted. He offered comments like "very nice" or "good job" as we looked at the various improvements and refurbishments. My favorite was when I showed him the rec room. It had a large flat screen on the wall and gaming system was paused in the middle of a first person shooter game. For that he gave me a "you damn kids" remark. It wasn't biting though, more kidding.
Last, I unthinkingly showed him the master bedroom. It had my clothes and Paige's lying about from the last night's escapades. Her feminine underwear was very obvious on the foot of the bed near the door. Worse, the room had a distinct aroma of sex.
Ah shit. He had to have known what was going on, but he didn't need it rubbed in his face. His jaw tightened. He turned from the room. I guess he should have saved his "you damn kids" comment from earlier for now. Instead he settled for, "I'll leave you two to yourselves. Paige will you be late?"
Paige looked at me like she was looking for support. I tried to seem responsible by offering, "We won't be too late. We have school and work tomorrow."
Apparently, she didn't think much of what I was saying. She looked mad at me. "I will see you tomorrow." I thought she was brushing me off and going home. Damn, I blew it. However, she said good bye to her dad and closed the door behind him.
"Let's get you showered and tucked into bed for your big day tomorrow." She was rather sarcastic. "What was that?"
"What was what?" I wondered.
"Don't kiss up to my dad and don't treat me like I'm a child." She was definitely mad.
