Our Turn

“Tell me,” I say, lowering my head, so I catch the strawberry scent of her hair. “You’ve watched me too, haven’t you? Tell me the truth, Precious. Always tell the truth.”

I’ve crowded her up against the wall, and it’s taking all my control not to press my dick into her soft body. With one brush I’d cum in my fucking pants, I’m sure of it.

Her head is hard against the wall, and I see a flash of fear in her eyes, so I ease my body back a few inches to give her a moment of pause forgetting for a second how intimidating my size can be.

“Yes.” The single word squeaks from her sweet lips on a nod, and she brings her hands to fuss at her cheeks, then over her mouth. She twists her head to the side, her eyes darting everywhere but to mine.

The flush of her cheeks is rising to red on flawless ivory skin, and I glance to her neck where I imagine my teeth. Then to her lips again and my mind spins in a fury.

“Tell me,” I grunt, my eyes lowering to see her chest heaving up and down, her breasts the perfect size to fill my hands. “You thought I was your father. You moved here, you said, to find me. Why didn’t you ever come to me?”

Her eyes flick to mine, and I reach down and pinch her chin, needing them to stay connected.

Her nervous hands flatten on her cheeks and her lips open as if to speak before closing again with a whimper.

“Tell me, Precious. I know I’m not your father, but I want to know. I want to know so much about you. Talk to me,” I encourage, taking my other hand from the wall and running it down her hair, pressing it gently behind her ear.

The contact makes her shudder and has my cock throbbing, but I keep my hand there anyway. Fingers on her chin, my other hand on the side of her head, waiting for her to answer.

“When I first saw you…” She starts on a hard swallow, then softly clears her throat before continuing, “When I picked up Mrs. Morrison that first day, I saw you. You were…”

She licks her lips and pulls the top one between her teeth.

“I was what?”

“I don’t know. I thought you were amazing. God.” A sound catches in her throat like she’s about to cry, and I see tears gather in her eyes. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Nothing you say is embarrassing. Nothing you do is embarrassing. Think of me like your father, someone who wants the best for you, who sees you as you are and passes no judgment.” My words surprise even myself because they are so true. “I will never judge you, Precious.”

That seems to calm her, and she finally lowers her hands from her face to rest gingerly on my chest, making my cock jump and my heart nearly seize.

She fucking touched me. Willingly.

I move my hands back to the wall next to each side of her head, wanting to cage her. Keep her. Let her know she belongs to me.

Her voice is soft and trembling as she finishes. “I had this crush on you immediately. Like I’ve never had that feeling before.” She tugs a shoulder to her ear, and a single tear falls from her eye. “You were bigger than life and gorgeous…and I so wanted you to notice me, but at the same time, I didn’t. Then, later that day, when I saw your name on the daily roster next to Mrs. Morrison’s name, I felt like the most horrible person — thinking that way about my own father. It was embarr—” She stops herself, and I trace my thumb over the wet streak on her cheek, then bring it to my lips and draw it in, making her eyes go wide. “I feel like none of this is real,” she mumbles, her shoulders shaking.

Gorgeous? Fuck, she sees me through eyes I don’t understand.

“It’s very real, Precious. And you’ve made me the happiest I’ve been in as long as I can remember by telling me that. After you found out who I was though, you still didn’t contact me.”

“I was scared. You were…” Her eyes scan up and down me, then she raises her eyebrows. “Well, you. Mom told me you weren’t the best guy. Like, dangerous. And then when I saw you, truth is you are a bit scary. And, I couldn’t stop the feelings. The other feelings, the ones that a daughter definitely shouldn’t have for her father. And I just decided I couldn’t contact you. It was too much. So, I just settled for seeing you twice a week and living in those moments. Trying to push away the other feelings. And…” She stalls, twisting those perfect lips to the side, and I raise my eyebrows, keeping her eyes on mine and encouraging her to finish. “I mean, you’re probably married or something…” She trails off, wrinkling her nose and shrugging like it shouldn’t matter, but it clearly does.