Married to my Dad’s Best Friend

The apartment comes fully furnished. I’m not talking some cheap Ikea furniture. It’s all very luxurious and expensive. This looks like a place where a proper lawyer would live, one who’s already established. Not someone who will probably be fetching coffee and licking stamps for the next year.

I plop down on the plush leather couch and smile at my surroundings. I giggle, wishing my friends and family could see this. But I haven’t told anyone about my new job yet. I’m afraid it will get back to my parents. As far as they know, I’m still back in the suburbs in my cramped apartment with my three lazy roommates, still working at the coffee shop for pennies. I don’t know when I’ll tell them the truth. Maybe when this all starts to feel real. Right now, it’s just a dream. Maybe I’ll get to Lonnie’s law firm and completely fail. Maybe the pressure will be too much for me and I won’t be good at being a lawyer at all.

I close my eyes and try to think only positive thoughts. The soft suede couch under me is like a teddy bear hug. I can get used to this. I’m not going to let the fear of change sabotage a once in a lifetime opportunity like this.

I decide to take a bath. The tub is a replica of an old claw-foot tub, but with jets. The master bedroom is larger than my old apartment. I grab my toiletry bag, unloading my body wash, lotion, and soothing bath bombs. I drop one of the lemon grass scented bombs into the running water and watch as it starts to foam. The room is filled with a glorious lemon scent.

I skip the straps of my sundress over my shoulders and let it pool around my feet. Then I take off my bra and panties before sliding into the tub. The curves of the porcelain hug my body just right and the jets kneed at my sore muscles.

Closing my eyes, I start to think about Lonnie and those impossibly broad shoulders and blue eyes that sparkle like sea glass. All those old fantasies surface again. I picture his big hands all over my body, caressing, slipping between my legs.

I slide down the tub, spread my legs and let the running water cascade over my sensitive clit and I revel in the sensation. I touch my breasts, slide my fingers across my hard nipples. Little shocks of electricity jolt through me. My moans fill the small room as I bring myself closer to orgasm. I picture Lonnie, slowly fingering me and sucking my nipples. It’s not long before my orgasm takes hold. My back arches and I slip deeper into the water until my head is submerged. Under the water, the world outside disappears, and the only thing I’m aware of is the exhilarating sensations rushing through my body. I stay under until I can’t hold my breath anymore, then emerge from the water with a deep breath.

My body is languid, weightless, and yet I’m anchored to the tub. When last sparks of my orgasm pass, I hear someone clear their throat and I flail my arms, startled, splashing water all over the bathroom floor. Lonnie is standing in the doorway with an amused look on his face.

Oh. My. God.

“How long have you been standing there?” I ask, trying to cover myself as much as possible, but the towel isn’t within reach, so I have to settle with only covering my breasts. Unfortunately, my breasts are too large to really conceal much.

Lonnie takes a step forward and hands me a towel. He holds it just out of reach so that I have to stretch to get it. I’m sure he gets a good look at my breast when I quickly reach out my hand to grab the towel. His smile grows.

“I came to make sure you had everything you need before you were supposed to arrive tomorrow. You’re a day early.”

I drain the water from the tub, wrap the towel around me and stand up.

“Sorry, I thought because you gave me the key I could come early. I was excited to move in.”

His eyes scan my body. “No trust me, I’m happy you came a day early.”

My face gets hot and I bite back a smile. If only he knew what I was thinking when he walked in.

“Do you need anything?” he asks.

“No, I think I have everything I need.”

“Well then, I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.”

His eyes scrape over the length of my body once more, and the approval in his gaze makes me blush deeper. When he leaves, I giggle and sigh. There’s no way I’m going to sleep tonight not knowing just how much of the show he saw. I’m embarrassed, but part of me hopes he saw the whole thing.