The next day I was groggy and confused as to whether the whole thing had been a dream or not. Amber was already out of bed and downstairs. My heart pounded frightfully for a few dreadful seconds. I thought of what would happen if Mr. Wells had felt guilty about our little rendezvous and had told his family. What if they were all waiting for me downstairs? I shook away the thought and decided to deal with it when or if it happened.
I crept down the stairs to find the usual Sunday morning commotion. Amber and Madge always went to church while I stayed at their house, being indifferent of faith, myself. They were all busy with breakfast, finding clothes, cleaning up and no one looked up when I entered the dining area.
'Morning sweetie, how was your sleep?' Madge said in her usual cheery, loving tone, she'd obviously seen me out of the corner of her eye. My heart felt heavy as I told her about how I couldn't sleep and came downstairs, then Amber came to find me and we went back to bed. Totally avoiding the part where her husband found me in the kitchen and broke my hymen with his fingers. I couldn't look her in the eye, not that she noticed, with getting everyone's breakfast ready.
It was a cool morning, looking to turn into a hot day. I was wearing a light singlet that barely covered my stomach and a pair of Amber's boyshort pairs of underwear. Usually I wouldn't have given it a thought, but with the man across the table I suddenly felt very aware of my bare skin. My nipples and skin pricked with a cool rush of excitement and guilt.
I humbly sat down at the table and there he was, reading the paper, eating his breakfast that his lovely wife had made him. My heart did somersaults in my chest and I felt rotten, I wanted to leave, my guilt was swallowing me whole as I sat down and someone handed me some French toast.
'You coming to church, honey?' Magda asked her husband,
'No, dear, you go on without me, I've got some things to sort out in the office.'
'Okay, well make sure Dolly doesn't get too bored, will you?' She said jokingly and I swallowed my breakfast hard. My face showed no signs of this inner turmoil as I smiled at her and rolled my eyes.
'Of course, we can get to know each other finally,' he joked back, giving me a friendly wink.
'Yeah, and then you might not be so freaked out by him every time he visits, huh Dolly.' Amber nudged me with her elbow and I slapped her shoulder, mouthing 'shut up'. She just laughed and left the table to get into her Sunday clothes.
'We might be a little longer than usual, Dolly, so if you want to go home just ask Mr. Wells, okay?' Magda informed me before ascending the stairs.
There we were. Alone. Despite my guilt I felt a terrible urge to jump over the table and onto his lap, to kiss him again and feel that hard cock yearn for me again. But instead I just glanced at him for a moment, and caught him doing the same to me. I was so nervous I could hear the blood pumping in my head. I was an evil little home wrecker. And there was something so unapologetic about the way he sat there, pretending nothing had happened that made me feel used. What a shambles.
I cleared my throat and left the table, avoiding eye contact with him again, though I could see him eyeing me up in my peripheral vision. I went upstairs and said goodbye to Amber. The two of them left shortly after and I felt a hint of dread in my stomach. I decided to get into a bikini and go for a quick swim in the pool, maybe work on my tan. Perhaps I would forget this whole mess in the meantime.
When I came back downstairs he was gone. I felt disappointed and relieved at the same time, I wasn't sure which one outweighed the other. I grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard and danced over to the pool. It was quickly becoming a hot day and I appreciated the cool water on my skin. After about an hour of swimming, I thought I'd work on my tan, what little there was of it. I lay on one of the pool loungers beside the pool and put my headphones in.
I took off my bikini top and closed my eyes, my head clearing of any previous thoughts. I began to fool myself that I was alone and soon found my hands tracing my stomach and legs sensually. I didn't even give it a second thought, I was so used to it just being Madge, Amber and I that I really did feel alone. My clit throbbed gently and I slowly tended to it with my right hand, circling and massaging with my fingers. As the pressure built I rubbed faster and faster, my mind completely gone with the build up of pleasure and imminent release of electricity about to shudder through my system.
I arched my back just as the tip of the orgasm hit and suddenly I felt another pair of fingers slide into my pussy, I kept rubbing, not wanting the orgasm to end, but a hand ripped mine away and I felt a powerful wet mass take over. My body shook and I rocked my hips back and forth, letting this person take over my orgasm completely. I moaned aloud and squirmed in the pool lounger, spreading my legs to either side of it and grinding my pussy harder into the tongue that was massaging my clit.
The orgasm lasted a lot longer than my usual masturbation induced ones, and I lay back on the lounger again, out of breath and trembling. I opened my eyes to find, unsurprisingly, Mr. Wells kneeling beside the lounger, smiling devilishly at me. My pussy was throbbing again at the sight of him. He looked so handsome sitting there in his business suit, I couldn't help but ache for him.
'Why, hello.' I said in my best seductive tone.
'Having fun?' He spoke to me for the first time and my heart fluttered. I suddenly felt very inadequate. He was very cultured and I imagined he had exquisite taste in finer things, so why of all people had he chosen me to do this with? I couldn't even pretend to have as much power and sophistication as him. I was just a silly horny virgin that was best friends with his daughter. But then, maybe that was just it. I tried to stay composed in his presence.
'Could be having more.' I replied, thinking I was very witty, until he ran his hand from my lubricated cunt to my bare left nipple and began squeezing and massaging it. I fell to pieces, closing my eyes and biting my lip, moaning for more. So much for my composure.
'Mrs. Wells told me to look after you.' Oh you bastard, I thought. He was giving me forbidden pleasure while talking about his wife and reminding me of how guilty I am. 'I'm going to let you make the choice of how much fun you want to have.' He informed me, 'you can leave it at this, I'll go back to my office and you don't have to worry about me again.' I looked cautiously at him, and he plucked his fingers from my nipple, allowing me to function again. 'Or you could meet me in my office and I can sort something out so that I'm here more often. And we can play more often.'
He got up and walked back into the house without another word. I was speechless. How could he do this to me?! I'm just a girl! How am I supposed to make a decision like this? I loved my best friend, I loved her mother, I didn't want to break up their family. But I'd already been touched by him, wasn't it too late?.. I'd already climaxed with his fingers inside me. I was already his little whore. I thought about the swelling in his pants and how it longed for me. I thought of how he looked at me like I was the only woman left on earth and he needed me badly, but also indifferent to me, like I was just a toy. He was also willing to move back home for me, so we could 'play'..
I hadn't finished my thought when I felt myself get up, put my bikini top back on and go inside. His office was down the hall, all I had to do was walk down. I paused between the hall and the staircase and forced myself up the latter. I was dry but I toweled off again, got dressed into a summer dress and put on a little make up. I smiled at my reflection, trying to force out the terrible thoughts and take it one step at a time. I headed downstairs, aimed for the kitchen and I thought I'd beaten the demon, when suddenly I found myself turning down the hall.
Don't do it, don't do it, I told myself over and over, but my feet didn't stop. I was almost numb when I turned the handle and stepped inside, shutting the door behind me. I stopped in the middle of the room and looked at the man sitting behind the big mahogany office desk. He was leaned back into his office chair and had his large penis out of his pants, and was stroking it slowly, staring at me.
Any numbness I felt dissolved immediately at this sight. I felt panging in my chest, standing there, watching him, drinking in the sight of his cock. It looked so inviting, my pussy ached for it, I needed it any way I could get it.
He beckoned me with his finger and I walked over compliantly. My hands were holding each other behind my back like a schoolgirl in trouble at the principal's office. I stood beside him and he swiveled his chair so he was facing me, continuing his slow stroking.
