I wish to thank all the readers that voted on Chapter One, and give extra thanks to KenjiSato for his excellent editing assistance for this new chapter. I felt inspired by some reader's suggestions so feel free to keep sharing them with me!
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Lucy walked up the stairs to her room. Every step reminded her of Keith's encouraging hand on her back, pushing her up the stairs. Her memories became more graphic when she entered the confined space of her bedroom. The vivid memory of Keith gruntingly pounding away on her vagina, hit her.
She closed her eyes and inhaled. That was the final time his sleazy hands had touched her. One more time and she'd tell her dad. The prospect of Keith's colleagues speaking of a scandal, forcing his boss to fire him, suddenly didn't seem so bad at all. She almost hoped Keith would be so stupid, like all those criminals in penitentiary; never knowing when to stop, until they got caught. Well, she'd set the line. Getting fucked twice by her father's friend was enough.
The piece of paper lay wrinkled on her desk. She had looked at it, thrown it away, but then had picked it up, putting it back. With her father home, she didn't want to leave it there in plain sight. With both his phone numbers written on it, in Keith's handwriting, it would surely be recognized by Liam, her father.
Some unknown force drove her to keep it. She picked up the piece of paper and put it into her drawer. Maybe it'd come in handy someday.
'Hey, sweetie!' she envisioned Keith grinning, happy to be in her bedroom with her again after a hard workday.
Well, in whatever pussy he was balls-deep, he wasn't going to fuck hers ever again. It was one of her biggest mistakes, but she'd be more careful from here on. To think Keith assumed she liked him so much that she'd eagerly call him back--that same day, too--was absurd.
Call him to say what? How much she liked it? Or perhaps, to set up a date and time to meet? Maybe he had fucked one too many, thinking all girls were waiting in line, craving to please his desires.
Those were her thoughts the rest of the evening. Liam noticed his daughter's silence during dinner.
"What's on your mind?" he asked.
Noticing his worried tone, she tried to put him at ease. There was no need for him to worry about something that couldn't be undone and wouldn't ever happen again, anyway.
"N'much, just school stuff."
Liam nodded, smiling faintly. She was always busy with school. Even though she had her doubts about healthcare, he was sure his daughter would make a fine nurse one day. Her lively character, and her heart of gold would make her an asset, and a footing to all those in need.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to get some groceries, and then call Keith and head to bed. I feel pretty knackered."
Lucy felt her pulse race upon hearing Keith's name. Her father called him often, but today was probably because he wanted to know why he'd left early from work.
"All right, Dad. I don't mind."
"Are you sure?" he asked, doubtfully. He noticed how her voice had suddenly changed.
"Yeah, no worries. I know you work hard. I can take care of the dishes."
"That's sweet of you," Liam sighed, thinking he didn't deserve a daughter as sweet as her. He felt better already.
His good mood quickly changed after he ended the phone call with his best buddy. Keith's words hadn't made any sense to Liam, and Keith had seemed rather uninterested in the conversation, and otherwise occupied.
With a bad temper, Liam was lying in bed, wishing it wasn't Tuesday tomorrow. He could already tell it was going to be a long, dreadful workweek. He hadn't told Keith, but he had been looking for another job for quite some time. Keith was a good friend to work with, and had taught him a lot, but working in construction was killing him. He wasn't sure he could do this for many more years to come. He'd take it easy tomorrow, sparing his strength for the rest of the week.
Little did Liam know, Keith had made plans for tomorrow as well, none of which were in the least in Liam's favor. If anything, it'd push his limits.
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Keith grinned when he ducked his head down in his car, seeing the old black BMW of Liam pass by. He felt like an agent, shadowing Liam's house like that. He had seen Liam leave just two minutes ago, running to his car. It probably went like that every workday, knowing how much of a fusspot Liam was.
Whatever the case, he was glad he didn't have to see him today. He'd pay his daughter a surprise visit, instead. With that killjoy out of the way, they had plenty of time to enjoy each other thoroughly.
He looked at his watch--6:00am. He'd always wondered what time Liam left in the morning, his friend already there, even the times Keith was earlier than normal.
He drove the last sixty meters and parked on the dry spot where Liam's car had just left. He slammed his car door shut, and walked up to the big three-bedroom house of his friend and his beautiful teen daughter.
He stuck the key into the door, but it didn't go in. That fool Liam had changed his locks! He panicked and tried again, holding the key upside down, staring at it in the darkness of the moonless, chilly, early morning. This time, it went in okay. He sighed and opened the door. He closed the door silently, enjoying the warmth of the house for a moment.
He hung his brown leather coat on the coat rack, walked over to the fridge, and sat down on the couch he'd sat on so many times. He drank down the whole package of milk, smiling at himself in the black reflection of the TV.
He leaned back into the soft beige cushions, admiring the comfort. If he had to give Liam one thing, it was his taste in furniture. Keith cleared his throat, coughing repeatedly. He hesitated, fumbling with his phone in hand. He contemplated going back home. Suddenly, he felt nervous like never before. He knew how much of an asshole Liam was. Liam, his boss. He laughed softly, thinking how much different he was from his friend, Liam, and yet shared the same name.
Keith decided to use Liam's home phone. He picked up the horn, listening to the dial tone. He coughed again, starting to sound a little hoarse when he checked. That'll have to do, he thought, calling his boss.
"Hey Liam, I *cough* I'm sorry, I've been tossing and turning in bed all night, and I just did a temp check and I--Yes, well--No, I just wanted to let you know that I'm running a fever and feel sick."
He heard the explosion on the other end of the line. His boss was going to fire him. On top of that, he was going to not pay the overtime hours for this month.
Keith remembered those threats the first time he had received them and how scared he had been. But he knew his boss, Liam; he'd call him back later, apologizing. Perhaps calling him this early had not been very smart. His boss usually arrived a little later than the rest of them.
"I'm so sorry, perhaps I could, like, try?" he asked, gasping between his heavy coughs.
It was humiliating to pretend to be sick, even more so to beg his boss, but he was no fool. He needed his job.
Everything went smoothly after that. Liam, his boss, even apologized.
Keith thought of calling his friend, but couldn't find one good reason. He'd hear about him being sick from his boss, which should be enough.
Keith dried the sweat from his palms. That had been awkward, but totally worth it. Thinking of sweet Lucy, oblivious to what was in store for her, and thinking of that hotness he'd soon be buried in, had his blood pumping to his cock, growing twice its size after having been in the cold such a short while ago.
His heart pounded madly. Perhaps he really was sick, and about to die, overdosing on Lucy's pussy. He hadn't even bothered eating breakfast before he left.
He took off his shoes and walked up the stairs. He couldn't resist, and opened the door to Liam's bedroom. Not much to see.
Quietly, he walked further down the soft carpet, and opened Lucy's bedroom door.
For the first time, he wasn't kidding when he wondered whether he was sick or not. It was as if his heart stopped, but the deep breath in his lungs testified that he was still alive. He'd seen plenty of women asleep. Seeing Lucy was so different, though.
She lay on her side, a small smile visible on her soft, red lips. Her long, golden hair sprawled over her pillow, so very light, even in the sparsely lit room.
His adoration, however, instantly turned into lust for the young girl. What use is beauty if you can't fuck it? His greedy hand stroked his engorged cock. A soft moan escaped his mouth. Lucy still slept, peacefully.
Already this morning, Keith had awakened with a painfully hard erection. It was time to see how she'd handle this problem. She had a solution he couldn't provide for himself.
He undressed in front of her, his dick jumping up, smacking his stomach after he had lowered his briefs. He gazed at it, amused. She didn't do bad; she could've had a boyfriend with a smaller dick. A pathetic twenty-year-old boy with a small penis, prematurely cumming because he had no experience.
He, on the other hand, was perfectly able to provide her with good sex.
Humming, he lowered the bedsheets. The cold atmosphere made her turn onto her belly. Keith saw the round curve of her ass cheeks and not thinking with his brain, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pajamas and yanked it down in one go.
"Hmm?" Lucy stammered, opening her eyes.
"Hey, good morning, sunshine," his voice chirped happily.
Lucy's eyes adjusted to the light, but before she could make out his stature, he shifted and sat on top of her.
Her bottom was only partly covered by the thin cotton of her panties.
"Hmm, sexy..." Keith's husky voice complimented her.
The hot tip of his penis nudging between her plump ass cheeks was all she needed to confirm her suspicion. It was Keith, and he was going to have sex with her again. Even this early on a workday, didn't stop him from giving in to his sex-crazed mind.
"Keith? Keith??" she cried, turning her head.
"Yes, it's me, darling. Who else would be straddling you naked, with his cock hard? You're not cheating on me, are you?" he chuckled, still speaking in a quiet voice.
"Get off me, Keith! What are you doing here? I don't wanna do this!" She hated how weak her voice sounded, but she couldn't think straight, still having been asleep just a minute ago and then waking up to... this.
"I know, sweetie. Shhh..."
"Please, Keith, I just wanna sleep..." she stammered.
"You'll like it, you'll see..."
She kicked her lower leg up to him, hitting his back, trying to kick some sense into him. Keith wasn't fazed by it, simply ignoring her.
