I started writing a new story but couldn't get Hanna off my mind. I also had a number of comments saying I had left some things open that needed to be closed. I came back to spend a little more time with her and clear some stuff up. I ended up with a lengthy conclusion.
I found a seat on the bleachers. I would have sought a spot with a better view of the stage but was honestly just happy to be here. I was also happy I had been able to avoid any confrontations. I wanted Hanna to be able to enjoy today and didn't want to be the cause of her not enjoying it. When she told me she wanted me here and that she had a ticket for me I was thrilled. Each graduate was only given a limited number of tickets.
I had been able to spot Hanna as she walked in, but she couldn't see me. Even hundreds of feet away she was beautiful and seeing her caused my pulse to increase. I loved how just a glimpse of her, or hearing her voice, or a text from her could make me feel.
The ceremony went by quickly. The commencement speaker timed his speech perfectly, ending it just as the crowd was getting restless. When the formalities ended the graduates began to scatter and seek out their families. I was tempted to watch as Hanna found her family but decided not to do that.
I leisurely exited the stadium and headed towards where we had agreed to meet later. I knew it would be a while before she would be able to get there. Waiting for her would give me an opportunity to reflect on every that had happened after that first perfect weekend we had together.
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We were on our third golf hole of the captain's choice scramble; I heard my phone vibrate. Etiquette dictated I should stay off my phone while we were playing but it was okay to take a quick look at it. I picked it up, opening a text of a pic of Hanna laying in my bed. She had a slight pout on her face.
'
It was lonely waking up and you not being here
.' She texted.
Another pic came in right after that, this one though was her hand over her pussy. The pic showed her from her belly button to the top of her thighs. There was nothing in the pic that would identify it was her, but I knew it was.
'
I am having to touch myself since you aren't here to touch me
.'
I set the phone down, feeling my dick stiffen and I didn't want my buddies to notice that. Plus, I wanted to concentrate on playing golf and thinking of her lying in bed masturbating would make that difficult.
After we hit our shots, I grabbed my phone again, texting her back that she was killing me, and I would rather be in bed with her than playing golf. I reminded her to let me know as soon as she heard about the internship. She told me she would, then sent another picture of her pinching one of her nipples, again being sure to not show her face in the pic.
"Based on the look on your face those texts must be some really good news." My buddy sharing a cart with me said.
"Uh... yea... good news. Sorry. I will put it away, but I am waiting for one more." I told him.
I tried to focus on golf, but my mind kept drifting back to Hanna. I was anxious to hear about her internship and I was nervous about what was going to happen when her dad got home. I definitely didn't play as well as I normally did.
'
I got it. I am so excited!
' Hanna sent about an hour later.
'
Awesome. I knew you would. They would have been crazy not to pick you. When do you start?
' I responded while waiting to tee off.
She responded she was starting on Wednesday. I suggested we celebrate this evening by going out to dinner. I kept checking my phone in between shots to see her response to that. It was twenty minutes later when I received it.
'
Would like that but have to see how things go with my dad
.'
I knew she expected a confrontation with her dad when he got home. I had been sure she would stand up to her dad and that our relationship, or whatever it was, would continue. Her text made it sound like how dad reacted when he got home would determine what would happen between us. My golf game was terrible the rest of the afternoon after I had read that.
When we finished our round, I quickly ate the meal that was provided, gave my raffle tickets to the guys I had played with and headed home. I wanted to get back to Hanna as soon as I could.
It was just after three o'clock when I got home, and I saw her dad's car in the driveway. I parked my truck and dragged my golf clubs in. When I went inside, I immediately noticed that the kitchen was spotless. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and headed upstairs.
In the bedroom I saw that that bed was made and stepping into the bathroom all the towels were neatly hung up. Hanna's tooth brush wasn't on the counter and when I went back into the bedroom, I confirmed that the shirt she had slept in wasn't lying on the pillow neatly folded. There was no evidence that she had been here almost all weekend.
After a quick shower I changed into my standard lounging clothes of gym shorts and a t shirt. My phone was down stairs and I headed down hoping to see a text from Hanna. As I moved into the kitchen, I heard it vibrate on the island and I got excited at the possibility it was her. Just before I got to it, I heard a knock on my door.
I turned, heading to the door hoping that Hanna was on the other side. I opened it completely and when I did, I saw her dad Ken standing on my porch. I was completely caught off guard and didn't know what to say.
"Listen asshole, I don't know what the fuck you did to get Hanna to... to... want to spend time with you but that is over, got it. I don't want you to have anything to do with her. Don't contact her ever again, understand! She has a bright life a head of her and doesn't need that derailed because of some disgusting old pervert who is old enough to be her father."
The venom and anger in his voice was obvious. His face had gotten red as he spoke and the veins in his neck stood out. I really had no idea how to respond to what he said but felt like I had to say something.
"I... I didn't do anything... it just happened. She is an incredible... woman and I would never do anything to hurt her." I stammered out.
"Woman? She is a girl... a young girl at that... younger than your daughter. Stay the fuck away from her, got it!" He spat and spittle was flying from his mouth.
He quickly turned away and headed off the porch. I just stood there, almost paralyzed in disbelief or possibly fear. The disbelief was that something that had been so perfect had turned into this and fear caused by the thought that it seemed to be over. I remembered that my phone had vibrated. I closed the door and went and picked it up.
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