Chapter 1 (no sex)
I first saw her around mid-July. My wifeâs birthday was in two days and my daughter demanded I come with her to the mall to pick out a gift. I didnât much care for birthdays, I rarely thought of my own as much more than another day at work. However, my giddy fourteen-year-old daughter, Leslie, wouldnât let me think otherwise and demanded we pick out âthe perfect giftâ.
The minute I stepped out of the car, I barely had time to lock the doors before she grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the entrance exclaiming we only had two days to find mom a gift; as if two days wasnât enough? By one oâclock, we had been through JC Penny, Sears, The Gap, and a number of other crowd filled stores. I was ready for a rest, but my daughter caught me before I had a chance to break for the food court.
âDaddy can we stop at Claireâs before we stop for lunch? I just wanna look at the earringsâŠ. please Daddy?â
Deciding to give her a hard time, I raised an eyebrow at her and in a mock stern voice I asked, âAnd just whom are we shopping for today missy?â We both smiled at my stupid imitation and walked over to the pink store on our left. I had decided to step inside the shop to see what the big fuss was over. Immediately I was surrounded by pink pom-poms, blasting teen bop music, and other giddy girls my daughterâs age trying to scoot by me as I tried to stay out of the way. I found myself standing next to the cash registers and at the moment, I didnât see my daughter anywhere.
âShop here much?â came the female voice at my ear, snapping me out of my trance.
âOh, no, noâŠ.â I stuttered grinning at the brown haired young woman smirking at me. âMy daughter is in here somewhere, looking for the latest in teen fashion.â I added waving my hand for emphasis.
The young woman behind the counter smiled a pair of pearly white teeth at me. âI see â, she said. âStay here, you donât want to get trampled on by some of these girls.â
âYeah tell me about it, I found that out right when I walked in.â I replied to her.
The girl was cute, granted she was about twenty years younger than me, but she looked older. Girls like her always look older. I could see it in her face. She didnât have on hardly any makeup, and her eyes showed something I couldnât quite put my finger on, but it came with experience. She had mildly short hair and I hate to admit I was looking but she had breasts that didnât quite fit her frame. Either way I found I was attracted to her.
Right after that thought crossed my mind, my daughter appeared out of nowhere.
âCan I get these?â she asked, setting a pair of silver earrings on the counter and then turning her attention to the girl. âOh hi Kelly!â she chirped smiling.
So her name was Kelly, I like that name.
âHey Leslie.â Kelly replied with little more than friendliness. âThis all for today?â she asked looking at me with crystal blue eyes. I then looked at my daughter for the answer.
âYeah for now. Daddy we still need to find mom a gift. Iâm thinking we should stop at the Pottery Barn and see whatâs there.â My daughter ratted on. I was only half listening as I watched Kelly ring up our sale, and put the earrings in a little baggy. At the mention of my wife, I saw Kelly roll her eyes. It made me curious to know why-what was she thinking?
âHere ya goâ Kelly said, interrupting my daughter and looking at me she added, âyou guys have a great day.â I detected a hint of sarcasm in her voice and think somehow she could tell I wasnât too enthused about walking around the mall for another hour or two with my energetic daughter.
âThanks, you too.â I replied giving her a genuine smile. I could feel my heart quicken like a young kid again when she gazed at me and after we left the store, I had to ask my daughter about Kelly.
âSo you two know each other?â I asked casually as we walked around Pottery Barn.
âYeahâŠâ my daughter replied. âshe goes to the high school. She got kicked out for getting in some fight with a girl.â
âInteresting.â I shortly replied. She didnât look like a badass in the store although I had a hunch that she tried to act like it around others.
âSheâs friends with Sarah whoâs friends with Cindy whoâs friends with me,â my daughter explained. âYou know Cindy.â Yeah Cindy was a tall athletic girl who my daughter cheerleaded with at school on the JV team. I nodded my recognition as I picked up a glass vase with purple and green hues swirled through it, my wifeâs favorite colors. âHey sweetie, what do you think about this for mom?â I asked my daughter.
She grabbed it from my hand smiling, âI think we found a winner!â We bought the vase and headed home. We talked about school, my mind revisited thoughts of Kelly. As we pulled onto our street, as if my daughter had read my mind, she pointed out the window at Grendon Street two blocks over. âKelly lives over there in the white house.â I drove by that house twice a day on my way to and from work and never thought anything of it. Now that I knew Kelly lived there, I knew Iâd look for her when I could. Feigning disinterest to my daughter, I replied with an âOhâ and we dropped the subject.
My wife wasnât home from the grocery store yet, so I decided to order a pizza for dinner. Leslie and I quickly wrapped my wifeâs present and then all three of us spent a quiet Sunday night a home. My wife, Judy, went to bed early because tomorrow she had to work, as did I, but I wasnât quite tired yet. I was watching a movie when a girl appeared on the screen that reminded me of Kelly and my mind started wondering. She looked to be about twenty-five if I had to guess her age. She definitely had the body of a young woman, but my daughter had said she had gotten kicked out of school; high school! Iâd have to remember to ask my daughter (casually of course) about how old she was-it was bugging me.
Chapter 2 (no sex)
The next day, I woke up early. My wife was already up and I could smell coffee and bacon from the kitchen downstairs. I took a quick shower and dressed for work before going downstairs.
âGood morning sweetheart.â My wife said as I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and a little pinch on her behind.
âWhat is the agenda for the day?â I questioned her as I nibbled at a piece of toast and skimmed the money section of the paper.
âWell, Iâve got a meeting with a client to look at a house at four today so I figure I wonât be home till six. Itâs in Evergreen.â She explained.
âDinner?â I questioned.
âIâll leave some chicken on the counter and thereâs some potatoes in the pantry to fry.â she replied.
My wife and I always have had a pretty regular routine. She was a real estate agent and I worked as an architectural engineer in the city and taught twice a week at the local community college. We both had long hours, but we worked well together as a team. Our daughter was very active in school and often busied herself with friends and extracurriculars. We were together on nights and weekends and we loved it.
âGotta goâŠâ I announced, giving my wife a kiss and heading for the door. I hopped into my car and pulled out going to work. I drove by Kellyâs house without even thinking about it. The day went by uneventful and by the time I was on my way home, I was hoping someone would be there to keep me company. I didnât have to teach at seven tonight or for the week seeing as how we were on break at the school. My daughter was home and we just sat around and relaxed. The rest of the week went relatively in the same fashion. On Tuesday we celebrated Judyâs birthday, she loved the vase and we had a wonderful dinner a Lucianiâs.
About three weeks later, I was on my way home from work listening to Tom Petty on the radio and singing along happily when I noticed a beautiful young body bent over on the lawn of the large white house two blocks over. Instantly I perked up and watched as the girlâs trim legs shined in the sunlight and her round behind was pushed outward as she looked to be pulling at some weeds in the front yard. She sure did have a nice body I thought to myself. Before I knew it, I was practically stopped on the road as I watched the firm body of Kelly weeding in her front yard. It had been four weeks since Iâd first met her. I finally drove home when I noticed a car coming up behind me, and labeled myself as an old pervert lusting after a young girl I didnât even know. That night in bed, my wife and I had a mind-blowing fuck session. As my cock plunged in and out of my wifeâs sloshy wet pussy, I had one of my most explosive orgasms in quite some time. I shot my cum deep inside my wifeâs womb while fantasizing it was Kelly I was fucking that night.
I had to teach Architectural History at the college tonight from seven to eight-thirty. My wife and Leslie already knew where I was and often I was home by nine-thirty when I had to teach. When I got to the school, I was met by John Peterson who taught the International Business class, and Lucy Jasin who taught the Nursing class during the same time. We talked for a little while, about how our jobs were going and how our families were. Lucy was expecting her first child in three months and was quite large by now. I congratulated her again and tried to reassure her of some of the jitters she was getting about the pregnancy. After all I already had a fourteen-year-old of my own and had been through the pregnancy along with my wife. After about ten minutes of chitchat, I went to my classroom and got ready for the class. Three of my students were already there so I answered some questions they had about the homework and within a few minutes the whole class was ready to start.
Class went by quick. After I had packed up all my papers for grading and talked to a couple of my students, I was ready to leave. I walked out of the classroom into the empty hallway. Down at the end of the hall, I popped in two quarters in the school vending machine to grab a milky way for the ride home. Iâve always had a soft spot for chocolate. When I bent over to grab the candy bar out of the dispenser, I was surprised by a familiar female voice.