Day Two:
I woke up and she was already up and dressed. She was wearing a sea-foam green cardigan over a soft yellow sundress.
I prop myself up in my elbows and watch as she brushes her hair. In the cool sunlight of morning she looks absolutely beautiful.
She turns, looking at me and blushes.
"Good morning, baby." I yawn, stretching out in the bed that was supposed to belong to her and my father.
"G-good morning." She says shyly. "Sam...I don't want to put this off."
I look up at her, already knowing what she wants to talk about. She sits down beside me on the bed, putting her hand over mine.
"We need to talk about what happened yesterday." She said in a quiet voice. "We need to figure out what is going to happen, about what is happening."
I sigh and heft myself up. "I understand if you don't want to continue, but you should know I-"
"No!" Bailey gasped, grabbing back my hand. "No...I...I don't want to stop. I...I've always fought with what I felt. Yesterday, there was no fighting. I had what I wanted, thanks to you."
I smile at her sweet, shy face. My Disney princess, all mine. I gently take my hand, slipping it around the back of her head and bring her in, kissing her. I could feel myself begin to slick between my thighs, thinking of what I could do to her.
"It's a waiting game, baby." I whisper to her, tapping my fingertip against her pursed lips. "My father will be back in a couple of weeks, so we have plenty of time to work things out. And once he gets back..."
Bailey licks her lips, gently brushing her warm tongue against my finger. "And when he gets back...he'll expect things of me."
"Mmm." I don't want to think about him and Bailey together. I shook my head, grabbing Bailey's face between my palms. "I know. I know."
Bailey kisses me, soft and sweet. "I don't want to hurt him...but..."
I kiss her back, shutting her up so she'll stop talking about this nonsense. "Baby, do you realize how bad I fucking want you?"
She smiles bashfully. "Don't say that." She coos, gently rubbing my shoulders.
I caress down her arm. "My pussy is already wet, thinking about you."
She giggles loudly, playfully pushing me. "Hush!" She stands up and brushes her hair over her shoulder. "I want us to...to get to know each other better today." She said with a determined nod.
I stand up, following after her into the kitchen. I want to rip that cardigan off and hike up her dress so I can eat her. "Ok." My hand is already so close to the hem of her dress.
As if expecting my intentions she spins around, catching me and hugging me close. "I want a date."
I smile, rubbing my hands down her back and cupping her ass in my hands. "I see. I want that too, if its for you." I peck her quickly on the lips. "I don't know if I can last that long though."
She giggles again. "The longer the delay of gratification, the better the experience, my dear."
I smirk and release her, heading for the stairs. "I'm going to go change. I wanna look my best for my date."
She blushes, waving as I ascend the stairs and go into my room. I quickly brush out my hair, short and choppy so minimum styling is needed. I then put on some clothes, a sea-foam green shirt to match her cardigan. Then my favorite skinny jeans, and a leather jacket. I was gonna be Bailey's bad boy.
When I came downstairs, Bailey was waiting for me, all glowing and beautiful. It was going to take me some time to get used to that and to not try and fuck her where she stood.
We left and went to a nice breakfast restaurant on the other end of town. We are seated at a bench which has us facing out the window and we get to see the lovely sunrise over the lake. We talked and giggled, getting to know each other. We ordered fancy coffees and a special breakfast platter of fruits and waffles we could share.
About half-way through Bailey's hand is massaging my thigh, I bit my bottom lip, giving her the wicked eye, she blushed, looking down at her food.
I then feel her fingers pressing against my crotch and I let slip a moan.
"Oh, baby." I coo, reaching out and grabbing her hand, sucking the syrup from her fingertips.
Bailey looks around quickly. "I...I want to try something." She whispers.
I smile, my badness must be rubbing off. "Oh? Like what, baby?"
Her eyes are still darting around. "I...I want you to touch me too." Her face is bright red, but that's all I need to reach over, feel up her shirt, and I realize she isn't wearing any underwear.
"Baby!" I gasp, this wasn't what I was expecting from her. I was expecting the touch of soft cotton panties, not her velvety, wet pussy lips.
She opens my jeans, unzipping them and easing her fingers inside. "Unless I'm at work, I rarely wear underwear." She massages me through my panties. "I like how free it is." She slide her fingers under the elastic of my panties. "But I do like to see women in underwear. There's something so secretive and playful about it."
I want to brutally fuck her now. "Baby?" I gasp, barely enough time to think as she slicks her fingers into me.
"I've...I've always had these odd fantasies." Bailey whispers. "I had a secret agenda for our date."
Her pussy is so wet and hot, and her inner muscles keep sucking my fingers in. "I don't mind a fucking thing, Baby. I'll do anything with you, anywhere you want, whatever you want."
She's panting now. "You're so sweet." She moans softly, reaching with her free hand to cup my pert breast in her hand. "You aren't wearing a bra." She pinches my taut nipple, causing me and gasp involuntarily. "You have the cutest nipples. Like little pink candy drops."
"Baby...oh..." I whisper, her words teasing me as much as her fingers.
"Your father...he'd never do anything like this with me, no matter what I asked." She continued. "Mmm...that feels good." She groaned, grinding her hips to the rhytm of my dexterous fingers. "But...but I've always wanted to do this."