Freshman (First Time 3)

"You go first, and I'll give it a few more minutes."

She stopped at the door, turning back to me and grinning at me as I buckled my pants back up. "Oh, Mr. Harding?" She winked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight; it really did mean a lot to me." She giggled as I gave me a 'watch it' look, before she poked her head out the door and then scampered to the ladies room.

*****

I hung out in the bathroom for another few minutes, leaning over the sinks try to catch my breath while I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The lines in my face were a lot more noticeable than they’d been when I’d been her age, that’s for damn sure. I had a few streaks of silver starting to show at my temples, and there was just something strange about really looking at yourself and seeing an older version of, well, you.

What the hell did that girl see in me?

It’d have been easy to write the whole thing off as some girl with issues just looking for a “daddy figure” to fill a hole in her life - innuendo not intended. But I knew Mike, and the guy was an awesome father. So, it’s not like Chelsea was some sort of damaged individual who needed an emotional bandaid of sorts, and for some reason, that made this whole thing even more real.

Because that meant she was really into me, and not just the idea of me. And that thought both exhilarated and scared the shit out of me.

Okay, sure, on a purely physical, primal level, this girl was fucking amazing. She was this young, eager little sex-kitten ready and willing to learn anything and everything I could teach her. She wanted to learn it all, and she wanted me to teach it to her, and the base caveman part of me roared at that chance. There was the primal side of me that wanted to dominate and claim this girl as mine. I wanted to spend every Goddamn waking hour spreading those creamy thighs and burying my cock in that innocent little pussy over and over again. I wanted to fill her with every single drop of my sticky cum again and again, until it trickled down her leg.

Until it made her belly swell with life.

I groaned at the thought, my cock twitching in my pants a the idea of my sinfully tempting younger lover carrying my child; our child. I pictured her belly swelling up, her cheeks flushing pink, and her breasts growing tender, and I knew the whole fucking world would know she was mine then. The whole damn world would know that little angel belonged to me, and that I’d claimed her and laid my seed.

Okay, a little caveman, I’ll admit, but that’s just what Chelsea did to me.

And yeah, we still weren’t using protection. Knocking her up was a hot thought, but it was also a seriously possible outcome of us playing this little game of chance every damn time

Of course, Chelsea getting pregnant by me could also mean me getting shot by her dad, and rightfully, really. I mean fuck, what sort of guy went around deflowering his buddy’s college-girl daughter? I tried to imagine what I’d do if it was Mike and a daughter of mine, but I couldn’t picture it because every thought trail ended in an image of me balls-deep in Chelsea’s perfect little pussy.

Yeah, I had to figure out what the hell I was going to do.

Chapter 17:

Chelsea

"Everything ok, honey? We were worried about you." My mom gave me a concerned look as I sat back at the table. Jake's face was flushed, and he smirked at me briefly before turning back to his dinner place.

"Oh, yeah, sorry mom. My roommate called my cell - guy trouble or something."

My parents smiled at me and then each other.

"Well it's so nice to know you're the responsible one making the good choices that your friends can rely on, honey,” my dad said, smiling at me.

I quickly turned to my plate, shoveling salad into my mouth to try and hide the cat-with-the-canary look on my face.

Right, making good choices; like, letting my older, married neighbor fuck me unprotected and come inside of me what, four times now?

Dinner passed in a sort of hazy glow, and as we all ate, I managed to sneak a few more looks and even a couple of hand squeezes under the table with Mr. Harding.

*****

We were hugging our goodbyes outside the restaurant later in the freezing cold Boston winter, when Jake leaned into me and growled into my ear. “I have to see you again. I'm staying at the Marriott; my number is in your coat pocket."

I felt a shiver from more than just the cold run up my spine as I felt his arms squeeze me tight before letting go.

"So great to see you Chelsea, and glad to hear schools going so well!" He said it loudly as he pulled quickly away from me and smiled at my parents.

"Guess I'll see you again around spring break then!" He shook my dad's hand and kissed my mom on the cheek before they turned to say goodbye to me for the night.

"Call me, tonight" he mouthed over their shoulders at me, before he turned and stepped into the waiting cab.

And right then, I knew that for the first time since becoming my roommate, Lucy was going to have the dorm room to herself for the night.