After breakfast I took her upstairs and showed it to her, I think she was pleasantly surprised, not only at my taste, but at how much money I’d spent on her, again another first.
We spent the day outside by the pool hanging around with Matt and his bitch who for some reason was still giving my girl looks, I ignored her ass less I drowned her.
I spent some time reflecting on myself, on the monumental change that had taken place since she’d walked into my life.
I’ve always been an intense little fuck, from an early age I’d been more interested in things beyond my years, while other kids were playing with Legos and shit, I was reading encyclopedias, a brainy little fucker. I could’ve easily been a nerd or a geek or any of the other insulting bullshit society chose to label anyone with half a brain cell, but my looks and wealth spared me that indignity.
I was well aware that my thought process was light years ahead of my peers that was a good thing as far as I was concerned. My mom always said I was an old soul in a young body, whatever.
All I know is that I had no time for games, if I saw something I wanted; I went after it, with the understanding of what I wanted it for, or rather what it meant to me. Whereas before, those debutants as my lamb called them didn’t mean much more than an amusing past time, this thing with her was real, I knew it the moment she mouthed off at me that first day.
I just didn’t know how real until now.
It was time to go down, I’d just taken her one last time as she’d come out of the shower. What? She was all wet and sweet smelling, her hair wrapped in a towel, face clean and fresh looking, I couldn’t help myself, and even if I could my dick couldn’t.
“See, you’re gonna make us late, your mom said be downstairs at seven, it’s almost seven thirty.”
I smiled at her huffy attitude as she pulled on blue silk thongs with a rosebud on the front. She was really trying to get nailed again.
“You better hurry and cover that shit up before I bend you over again.”
She squealed and ran around to the other side of the bed as I grabbed for her.
“Stop it you fiend, maniac. My coochie’s sore, stay away.”
“Does it hurt?” Okay maybe that last one was too much, but damn, she made me crazy, I couldn’t look at her without wanting to fuck her. Before I knew what she felt like it was almost easy to ignore, but now, having been inside her it was going to be hell to be around her and not have her.
My fucking control was decimated, fuck me, the lamb was leading the lion around by the dick. If this wasn’t about me I would find that shit hilarious.
“No not really just a little twinge.” She shrugged it off.
“Let me see.” She tried to evade me but I out maneuvered her and laid her back against the bed so I could see for myself. Pushing her panties to the side I studied her cute little hairless snatch. It was a little red and puffy but not too bad. Reaching into the night table I got some ointment and rubbed it in.
Kissing her outer labia when I was through, I patted her underwear back in place and stood.
“That should help baby lamb.” She was watching me like she’d never seen me before. Good I liked to keep her guessing.
The dress I’d got her was classic elegance instead of the little black dress this one was royal blue, sleeveless, to the tops of her knees. It was made out of some sort of clingy material with a lace overlay, straight from the house of Dior. A little mature maybe but Carissa always dressed a little behind her years.
I added grandmothers pearl necklace and earrings, teardrop pearls hanging from diamond bows.
She wasn’t wearing any face paint, just a little gloss on her lips, her hair was down, and flowing the way I like, and those heels in the same color as her dress were trying hard to catch her up to my height. She barely reached my chin anyway.
Downstairs the party was just beginning with people still arriving, I let my girl go over to Vanessa and the friends she’d invited from school while I snagged a beer from Matthew.
“We hanging for this thing or we going to the club room to shoot some pool?”Matt was ready to get his game on it seemed.
“Pool, let’s just make mom happy and hang around for an hour at least, by that time her friends should be here and she won’t miss us.”
“Yeah but dad’s gonna be pissed if we leave him stranded with the geriatric brigade.”