"Did you like it?"
A long silence stretched between us. I felt my temperature spike as he stood in front of me. The moonlight crept through the blinds in the living room, gently reflecting off his olive skin. I could just make out his intimidating silhouette and the glimmer in his dark eyes.
His breath was shallow, and his brow furrowed in contemplation. He seemed as though he was struggling for the right answer.
But how could there be one? When what I was asking was so clearly wrong.
"Anna..." he sounded defeated "go to bed, sweetheart."
He towered over me as he bent down to give me a kiss on the head, like I was a child.
I quickly turned and avoided his eye, making my way back to my best friends room. I didn't want him him to see the way my face turned red at his rejection. I didn't want him to see the tears rolling off my cheeks. I didn't want him to know how much I was willing to risk everything for one chance to be with him. I didn't want him to know I was willing to ruin my relationship with my best friend, just because I was in love with her father.
The moment I made it back to Sarah's door, I quietly tiptoed my way over to her bathroom, and silently locked the door. I turned on the light and saw my reflection in the mirror.
Idiot.
My reflection stared back at me. Tears streaked down my pink cheeks, making me look even younger than my 21 years of age. My large blue eyes were rimmed red, and my blonde hair was a mess. My puffy lips quivered with humiliation as I replayed the night in my head.
We all ate and laughed together like usual. Just me, Sarah, and her parents. It had been this way since I was 17. My mom checked out on the parental front long before that, but the hope that she would wake up one day and do right by me stayed. My dad had never been in the picture. That's one of the reasons I loved being at Sarah's house. I loved her and her family. They never fought, they demanded respect, but spoiled Sarah and I with their love. They were nothing short of great parents, and I was jealous.
Even though they treated me like a second daughter, it wasn't the same. I ached for the unconditional love that only a family could have.
It wasn't until I turned 19 or so that I realized I ached for something more.
Everything had been so nice and normal. I should've left it that way. Why would I think that Mr. Stollar would feel the same? I guess pining after him for the past three years had made me hopeful, possibly delusional to the cold hard reality that he didn't want me.
Oh god, and now he knew how I felt!
My hands covered my face in embarrassment...I wanted to go home. I couldn't though, without alerting Sarah that something was wrong. I'd have to stick it out till morning.
****
I woke to the sound of Sarah brushing her teeth.
"Morning, sleepyhead." She managed with the toothbrush in her mouth.
"Morning." I said groggily as I pushed the covers down my legs.
"Mom is making breakfast. Eggs and bacon!" She said with a beaming smile.
I, too, smiled at the thought of cheesy eggs and crispy bacon, but my smile quickly faded when I remembered that Sean would be eating with us.
Oh god, I cringed as embarrassment washed over me. How foolish could I be? To think that this 47 year old man, with a loving wife and a daughter my own age, could want me was pitiful. A man who's only shown me kindness since I was a teenager. I felt so guilty.
And I felt even more guilty when I thought about how shocked and disheartened he looked last night.
Ugh, last night. After dinner, I helped Sarah do the dishes and we went back to her room to get ready for bed. I slipped into a big white T-shirt and a pair of pale blue panties, when I heard moaning downstairs. I looked over to Sarah, only to see she was already fast asleep. Curiosity got the better of me and I snuck out of her room.
I tiptoed to the top of the stairs and peeked down to the living room. I was completely floored when I saw Adrianne, Sarah's mom, sitting on the couch with her head back and her legs spread wide, and Sean kneeling before her. He was kissing her thighs and fingering her pussy. I could see her wetness on his fingers as they slowly glided in and out of her. His beautiful coffee colored eyes darkened as he gazed at his wife. His strong jaw tensed as he focused on bringing her such intense pleasure.
As I watched Adrianne's face redden and contort with delight, I grew envious. She was panting and grinding her hips. I sat down, slid a hand into my own panties and mimicked his movements, pretending it was me sprawled out on the couch with Sean between my legs.
His head dipped down and slowly moved over her pussy. He stuck his tongue out and licked her clit, kissing it and sucking it into his mouth; eliciting a low moan from Adrianne. His head whipped up, and slowly brought a finger to his glistening lips, silencing his wife. He slipped two fingers in her mouth, muffling her moans as he pumped the others in and out of her wet pussy. He lowered his mouth back onto his wife's clit, only to glance up and catch me spying on their intimate moment.
Sean's eyes widened in shock and his movements slowed a bit, but hesitantly resumed at Adrianne's whining protests. I froze as he glared at me. With anger in his eyes, he continued to suck on his wife's clit. I could hear how wet she was as his fingers slid inside of her. Her eyes were closed, and her grinding had intensified. She was practically humping his face. Smothered moans escaped her lips, so he covered her mouth with his entire palm.
I began moving my fingers over my clit again, sometimes dipping them lower to spread my wetness all over my delicate folds. He watched me, but the anger in his eyes was replaced with hunger; I don't know for who. I kept teasing my pussy as he licked his wife's, while staring at me. I saw him glance down at my moving hand. My juices had seeped through my undies, I was so hot and soaked I couldn't take it anymore. I needed him to see me. I still can't believe what I did next...
I spread my legs open and pulled my panties to the side. Sean moaned onto his wife's mound and in that moment I knew the look of hunger in his eyes was meant for me.
He lifted his head up and began talking to Adrianne, but kept his gaze locked on mine. His hand covered her mouth and he doubled his efforts on her pussy, roughly shoving his fingers inside her.
"Baby...your pussy is so wet. I want to feel you cum on my fingers...cum... cum for me baby.." he urged with that deep voice.