My Son's Girlfriend

Because yeah, I’d started out just wanting to own Katie physically. To feel my huge cock push into her tight little pussy. To see those enormous, soft tits bounce at the thrust of my stiff rod. And most of all, to hear her scream my name as she dissolves in the throes of ecstasy.

But then something happened. Somehow, on that rooftop, something ignited inside me that’s only been growing ever since. Katie gave me more than just her virginity. Instead, the girl gave me something that I wasn’t expecting – her trust. And the effect it’s been having on me is unsettling. This isn’t me. After all, when I want something, I take it. Or at least, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell myself.

But the things that I think about are now different. Before, the sexy vixen was just creamy pussy there to be enjoyed. But now, I fantasize about taking Katie home and cooking for her, listening to her laugh, and treating her like a princess. That was the beginning of this odd change. What’s going on? I’ve been a bachelor for a decade now, and never had these goddamn feelings before.

Fuck. Like a sign from some god above, I get a call this morning from the Board of Directors at Hudson University, asking me to come in for an urgent meeting. It’s something about desperately needing funds for a new academic program. Will I run into Katie by accident? It’s possible, and the thought of seeing her curvy body again makes my cock jerk. I accept the invitation and ask my secretary to clear the afternoon.

On my way over to campus, I sit in the limo and make a deal with myself that I won’t go out of my way to look for her, however badly my hard-on will be from knowing she’s somewhere around. I can’t bring myself to do something like that anymore – if Jimmy ever found out it would cause a rift in an already delicate relationship. The campus is huge, so the chances of running into her by coincidence are very small. But still, anything is possible.

Of course, I lose my resolve as soon as I step foot on the grounds. And on top of that, glancing at my watch, I see I’m early. What harm could there be in having a look in the design department? I’ve never been there before. Besides, who’s to say I’m not interested in admiring the building? Comparing it to the one built and named after me? I chuckle as I think of the ridiculousness of this. Katie wouldn’t buy it even if I did see her. But as I walk down the corridor, several auditorium doors open and a flood of college students comes spilling out, signaling the end of a class. It seems impossible to bump into the curvy girl with so many people walking, talking, and chatting, and yet I see her straight away.

And as soon as I do, I realize I could have picked Katie out of a crowd of a million people, any place, any time. Her alabaster skin and rosy cheeks stand out in the crowd like she’s an angel. Her brown curls shine in the light streaming in from the skylights, her big brown eyes sparkling as she listens to her friend as they walk along. I watch her laugh and chat, until she’s standing almost directly in front of me.

“Mr. Marks?” she stammers, cheeks going red. “What are you doing here?”

I enjoy the look of shock on her face as Katie stops in her tracks, staring up at me. Her friend is tall and blonde and leggy, and only a week ago I would have felt attracted to her. But now I couldn’t care less. The friend melts away with a knowing wink, leaving Katie and I alone.

“M – Mr. Marks,” the brunette stutters in a whispers again, her plump form barely moving.

“I told you to call me Jordan, remember?” I say in my deepest rumble, making her blush as she pulls her books closer to her huge tits.

“I, um, wasn’t expecting you,” she says timidly.

“I have a meeting here and I was early, so I decided to come see the design building. When I showed you the Marks Building the other day, I realized I’d never set foot here before.” I deliberately mentioned the Marks Building to bring to her mind what we did on the roof. To remind her of my huge cock in her tiny little pussy, making her come so hard she screamed.

It works – I watch her blush and avert her eyes, her long lashes dusting her cheeks. The last of the students have left the corridors to their next classes, and we’re suddenly left alone.

“And maybe I was hoping to run into you,” I say in a voice so low it’s almost a rumble. At this her eyes dart back up to mine and I can see her chest heave behind her books.