Train Me Daddy

“Not tonight?”

I sighed. “I really want you, June.” I paused and took her hand, licking her palm and making her shiver. “But you had a lot to drink. I need to make sure that when I take you, it’s what you really want.”

June blushed. “Yes, sir,” she said softly.

I grinned. “And I want you to keep calling me sir,” I added.

June nodded.

As we kissed one last time, I could tell that I was falling into something strange and deep. It didn’t matter that June was probably fifteen years younger than I. It mattered that we had chemistry – it mattered that she aroused me more than any other woman I’d ever met.

I just hoped she wouldn’t wind up getting hurt.

June

I was walking on air when Thomas dropped me off at home. This time, he walked me to my front door and we kissed for a long time. I was just about to invite him in when he said he had to go, kissed me one last time, then left.

I closed my eyes, savoring the moment for a long time before I opened the door. Angela was curled up on the couch, reading a book. When she saw me, she laughed.

“What?” I narrowed my eyes. “Do I have something on my dress?”

Angela shook her head and gave me a guilty smile. “You smell like sex. Look in the mirror,” she added.

Frowning, I turned to the mirror and gasped. My lips were pink and swollen and the rest of my face was flushed. My black hair was a mess and my forehead was damp with sweat. And my whole body felt different – almost like something had slipped inside of me and changed me forever when I was out with Thomas.

“Did you fuck him?”

“Angela!” I blushed. “No!”

“You look like you fucked him,” she said dryly.

“Well, I didn’t.” I sighed and flopped down on the couch, right on top of Angela’s feet. We tussled and laughed for a moment as she tucked her legs underneath her body.

“What happened? Why not?”

I shrugged. “He said I had too much wine. He said he wanted me to be more sober for the first time we had sex.”

Angela raised her eyebrows. “Wow, a gentleman,” she said. “You don’t really see those around anymore.”

“We made out in his car again,” I explained. “It was so hot.” I shivered. “It hurts, you know,” I added, blushing and making a quick gesture towards my crotch.

Angela hooted with laughter. “It’s like a female version of blue balls,” she said. She snickered with laughter. “I know. It does hurt. But it’ll go away.” She smirked. “Unless you want…to help yourself.”

“Oh, my god, ew, no!”

Angela shrieked with laughter. “Oh, June,” she said affectionately. “My little prude. Don’t ever change,” she added.

I glared at her. “Ha, ha,” I said sarcastically.

“So, I take it you had a good time?”

I sighed with happiness and flopped against the back of the couch. “It was the best night of my life,” I said dramatically. “He ordered so much wine, and seriously every tapa on the menu. I’m stuffed. Everything was so nice.”

“I bet,” Angela said. She yawned. “I’ve been trying to have a quiet night.”

I frowned. “What happened?” I glanced around. Our apartment, though not the greatest, wasn’t plagued with some of the common problems in New York City. We rarely had rats, and we weren’t close enough to the subway for it to be too loud…which was both a blessing and a curse, as I’d come to discover over freezing winter mornings of running to work.

“Someone sent up a bunch of messages,” Angela said in a neutral tone. “I assumed they were from Thomas, until I realized that you were already out with him.”