He nodded and held my hand tightly to assure me he was going to help me. Cedric got off the bed, holding the blanket over his cock with his free hand. I stared at his hard pecs, which were only a few inches away from me. My body went limb and I forgot what I was even doing in his room.
“Okay. I’ll drive you,” his raspy voice unwrapped my stress.
He released my hand and gently pushed my hair behind my ear. I slowly moved my eyes up to his cool blue ones, examining him and his scorching body on the way up. He warmed me up with that smile.
“Okay. That’s great,” I stepped back feeling flustered and extremely horny. It was like Saturday all over again.
“Okay. Great,” I repeated. I walked away from him heading toward the door, avoiding eye contact. “Thanks, Cedric,” I said with my back toward him.
I began to close the door behind me until Cedric stopped me.
“You can leave the door open. I’ll be right out.”
“Okay.”
I walked over to the kitchen avoiding Cedric’s room as if it would blind me if I looked inside. I turned around the dining table and slowly took a glance into his room but I was too late. Cedric was clothed in his fitted jeans and was pulling a plain white t-shirt over his head. A wave of disappointment filled my body. I was sad that I didn’t get a peek at his cock . . .
What is wrong with me? Stop it.
He’s your dad’s friend. He’s 16 years older than you, Penelope, and . . . I watched him as he pulled his hair up into a bun.
Who am I kidding? I have always had a thing for older men who knew what they wanted.
No. Snap out of it.
Wake up, Penelope.
You need to put your foot down and push him away. This isn't right.
“I have 29 minutes before class starts,” I started to feel antsy. I let out a deep sigh that was mixed with so many complicated emotions. I was puzzled with the fact that I couldn't stop mentally fucking him and I was angry with myself for not waking up on time.
Think about your morals Penelope.
The only reason he wants to fuck you is because he thinks you’re easy. Because he saw you fucking yourself with a dildo yelling out his name and Daddy.
Oh my god.
I hide my face inside my hands, trying to forget everything.
I heard Cedric walk toward me and I looked up so he doesn't think there was anything on my mind.
He put on his jacket and gave me a sleepy smile, “You ready to go?”
I nodded.
We entered campus and I knew I was fine on time. I had 10 minutes before class started.
I directed Cedric to pull into the transit loop, where students usually get dropped off. But there were no cars behind us or in front of us. I guess this was because no one wanted a Monday class that starts at 7:30am.
The car ride was silent, probably because Cedric was still half asleep. The car came to a stop, but I hesitated to get out right away.
He gave me a slick smile, “So what do I get in return?”
I gave him my famous lifeless expression, “A sincere thank you.”
I placed my hand over the door handle, but I took it right off to look at him. I sat up straight and looked at him sharply.
“What?”
“You know nothing is going to happen between us,” I said with confidence, lying to both of us.
“Really?” he let out one chuckle.
“It’s wrong. I mean —,” I looked down at my phone, playing with the volume buttons. “You’re a lot older than me, 16 years to be exact, and you're my dad’s friend.”
I looked back at him, but he didn't say anything. His facial expression still screaming ‘Really?’
“I don’t like older men,” I lied. “I know I didn’t stop you on . . . Saturday,” my voice went quiet remembering his touch on my panties. “But — that was just my — I got caught up. It — it was a mistake,” I spluttered.
I went back to looking at the buttons on my phone.
“So, you’re telling me you want nothing from me.”
“Yes,” I gave him a strong stare. I tried to believe my answer so he would as well.
“Mmm-hmm,” he nodded.
He wrapped his arm around my chair. My heart started to race as leaned in closer.
“So, you don’t like me?”
“I think it would be best if we just ignored each other until you leave next Thursday. I still feel very . . . exposed . . . around you.”
“And you want nothing to do with me?”
“YES!” I snapped.
Why wasn’t he understanding this? Why is he making it so hard for me?
He moved his hand away from my seat and gripped the steering wheel. “Okay.”
Wait. Seriously?
This is coming from the man who asked me rated-R questions to forget a memory I didn’t want him to have in the first place.
“That’s it?”
“Yeah,” his voice was cold and distant.
“Okay.”
There was a side of me that wished he wasn’t listening to me. I wished he told me to shut up with a kiss and tell me; Daddy’s going to have you, no matter what. I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the inappropriate fantasies I shouldn’t have right now.
“Thanks again . . . for the ride. I don’t know what I would have done without you, Cedric.”
He nodded, focusing all his attention to the cold and windy trees in front of him.
6
Penelope
Past Babysitter
“Hey, are we still on for Thursday?” Kendall asked.
“Depends. Do you still want to pass the class?” I giggled.
“Urgh. Yeah,” he sighed.
I know he didn’t want to spend his day off with me studying, but this was the only class he was having trouble in. Which is saying something since he is only taking two classes.
“I don’t get why you took anatomy if all you were going to do was sleep in class.”
“You know why I took it,” Kendall looked down at me and smirked.
“I don’t get why you just assumed I would let you copy my homework or cheat off on the tests —”
“Because you want me to have a better future,” he batted his eyelashes.
Well, he wasn’t wrong about that.
He lives alone, works full time, and he’s taking two classes this semester. I know he has a lot on his plate, but I don’t want him to cheat his way through college, even if it’s only community college. I know he can have a better future than working at the mechanic shop.
Kendall used to babysit me when I was younger, but as we grew up, we ended becoming close friends. I mean we’re five years apart, but I act more mature than he does, most of the time. Which is probably why he comes to me for advice or whenever he has problems. He’s basically going to college because I made him.
We walked in silence toward the parking lot.
“Hey, I forgot to text you, but why did you call me yesterday morning?”
“Oh. Wait, I thought I cancelled the call before it went through.”
He shook his head.
“I woke up late and I really needed a ride, but I hung up because I knew you had late hours at the shop.”
“Wait, so how’d you get to class?”
“Cedric,” I spoke into my jacket as we took a step outside.
Kendall looked down at me and unleashed a devilish smile.
“Oh, Cedric. Your new roommate,” he chuckled.
“Shut up,” I growled.
I probably shouldn’t have told Kendall that Cedric had caught me . . . pleasing myself. But I had no one else to talk to. It’s not like I could talk to my dad about his old college roommate getting a little slut show from his daughter. And it’s not like I could talk to Maggie from work since I knew she would end up seeing Cedric and get weird about the whole situation.
I let out a heavy sigh.
We stepped into Kendall’s car and waited a few minutes for the car to warm up.
“So, can I ask you something?” Kendall blurred out.
I looked over at him and waited for the question.
“Do you like him?”
I shook my head and looked out the window. I didn’t want to answer that question, especially since yesterday I had told Cedric that I didn’t like him and wanted nothing to do with him.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he smiled.
“It doesn't matter. He’s leaving next week and my dad told me he would only be in Baltimore for a few months until he has to go back to his office in Florida. Plus, you know what I want, you know my rule.”
“Yeah. Yeah. You want a serious relationship and not flings which is why you never wanted to fuck me,” he grinned. “But the offer is still on the table.”
I shook my head. I knew he was joking, but there was still some truth behind that sentence. He just likes to tease me at this point, mostly to get a reaction out of me, but it never works.
My phone buzzed. It was Maggie.
“Hello?” I answered the phone, dreading what Maggie was going to say.
“Hey, sweetie. I know it’s your day off, but is there a chance that you can come to work for a few hours later tonight?” Maggie sounded really desperate.
“Yeah, I can do that. What time?”
I couldn't say no to her. I’ve been working at the restaurant for over two years, and I know that I’m her best employee. She also wouldn’t be asking me to work unless it was an emergency. I got all the information I needed to and I hung up.
“Maggie?”
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“How come you didn't say no? It’s your day off.”
“Because she needs me. Plus, I am taking off the next two weeks for midterms and then for our Spring Break vacation.”
“Oh, shit! We’re going??? Did you talk to your dad?” Kendall started to get excited.
“No,” I spoke into my jacket.
“PENELOPE are you fucking serious!” he grunted as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.
He had a right to be mad at me.
We’d been planning to go on a road trip to Myrtle Beach in South Carolina since November and I still haven't talked to my dad about it. Kendall already asked for his vacation time, so there was no going back for him now.
“I’ll talk to my dad this week. But you know how he gets about you,” I shyly spoke.
Kendall let out a rough sigh. “Seriously, I don't get what his problem is. He needs to stop being so strict with you. You’re 18 for fucks sake.”
“I know. But you always do the opposite of what my dad tells you, which doesn’t help.”
He scoffed. “I am 23. I am a grown ass man. I thought he was strict when I used to babysit you because you were a kid, but this is just crazy.”
“I know,” I didn’t know what else to say.
I’ve tried to talk to my dad before about the strict rules, but he goes into his irrational dad mode and says ‘no’ to everything. Kendall pulled into my driveway and let out a frustrated sigh.
He turned to me, looking at me with his light brown eyes that matched his hair. “You need to talk to your dad before the weekend,” he used his strictest voice on me.
“I know,” I looked away from him.
“Penelope. I’m serious.”
“I KNOW!” I looked over at him, frustrated with myself for not being able to talk to my dad. “I’ll talk to my dad this week. Don’t worry.”
“If you want, we can bring it up on Thursday so if there are any problems I can talk to him. I just really want to get out of this cold and hook up with some beach babes.” His face started to soften when he thought about all the girls he could fuck.
I giggled, “Okay. I’m sorry. I’ll talk to him and we will go on this vacation. I promise.”
“Thank you,” he gave me a full smile.
7
Cedric
Daddy’s Little Slut.
“Am I the best wingman or what?” Brad nodded his head as he watched me walked toward the living room.
“Guessing, you overheard my call?”
“So when are you going out with Cassie?”
“Tonight,” I grunted painfully.
Brad looked happier than I was. Honestly, I don’t want to go on this date, but I’ve been feeling down ever since Penny told me she wanted nothing to do with me. As much as I wanted Penny, I didn’t want to force her to do anything she didn't want. Even if I knew she was lying to herself.
“Well, I hope you have fun on the date, hopefully she invites you over to her place,” Brad winked at me.
I chuckled trying to play along with him even though I wasn't in the mood. I sat down on the couch and sipped my beer.
I looked over at Penny’s door; she had shut herself inside the second she got home from class. I know she’s busy with midterms and all, but I still wanted to see her. Even if I didn’t get to talk to her I still wanted to see her.
“You know she kind of likes you.”
“What?” I turned over to Brad.
“Pen,” Brad slouched down on the couch, “She kind of likes you.”
“What do you mean?”
He chuckled, “She doesn’t seem to mind having you are around, and she actually smiles at you,” he paused. “I know it doesn’t sound like a big deal but Penelope has always been cold and distant. She’s an old soul. I mean she met her grandma and grandfather a few years ago, and she didn’t even smile at them. She isn’t rude or anything, she’s just extremely timid until you get to know her.”
I scoffed, “And I thought she didn’t like me.”
“No. No. Don’t worry. She has always been like this, even when she was younger.”
I looked over at her door again and felt warm. I still want her.
I cleared my throat, “Can I ask you how . . .” I tried to find the right words. “I thought your daughter was younger. Way younger.”
Brad chuckled softly, “I actually didn’t even know I had a daughter until she was four.”
“What?”
Brad sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, “I secretly dated my 30-year-old college advisor when I was 19,” he chuckled as if it was still unbelievable. “It didn’t work out, obviously. She was just getting out of a bad divorce and then she got fired because of me and moved away. It was a whole big mess,” he rubbed his temples.
I could tell that Brad still felt shitty about the whole situation.
“Wait, why did you never tell me about her? I mean this must had happened a year or two before we roomed —”
“Because she told me not to tell anyone, and I respected her,” he interrupted me. I could hear his voice break a little.
I didn’t say anything.
“Well, anyway, she left. I didn’t see her again until after I graduated college and moved back here for my accounting job. I was 23 and I got a call out of the blue from her, telling me that she needed to see me, ASAP. Well, when she came to Baltimore, she brought her daughter. My daughter. She told me the news about how she was having a hard time finding a job because of me and she couldn't take care of Penelope anymore . . .”
“So, she just left Penelope here? She just dropped off her child?”
Brad took a deep breath, “Pretty much. Tiffany stayed with us for about a day, and then she left. She comes back twice a year to ask for money and then she leaves again.”
“Whoa. Do you actually give her money?” I arched my eyebrows.
He nodded sadly, “It’s my fault she got fired. The least I can do is loan her money when she needs it —”
“But she just left you with Penelope?”
I was having a hard time imagining a woman this . . . bitchy, but then again, anything was possible.
But seriously . . .
How can you just hide your daughter for four years and then drop her off, as if she was some kind of package?
Brad shrugged his shoulders, “I know it’s hard to understand, but honestly it’s the best
thing that’s ever happened to me. I mean the second I saw Pen I fell in love with her. I can still remember her stomping into my apartment, walking past me and taking a seat on the chair as she held her little cat toy, Mr. Mix. She didn’t say hi or anything she just looked at me with her big brown eyes, kicking her feet in the air.”
“How does Penelope feel about the whole situation?”
“She loves it. She doesn’t care about her mother as much as you would think, in fact, she kind of hates Tiffany,” Brad laughed.
“Well, I guess that is a good thing.”
We both laughed.
“Sorry, for the sob story, but that's life sometimes.”
“Yeah, life’s a bitch. I mean we haven’t really had time to talk with work and all.”
“Hey, Dad!” I heard Penelope yell out for Brad.
“Yeah!” his voice boomed right next to me.
“Where is my black skirt for work?”
“It should be in your closet, Pen.”
Penelope was still locked in her room. She really was avoiding me at all costs.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
I looked over at Brad who just finished his beer. He nodded.
“Does Penelope ever call you Daddy?”
Brad looked at me with his wide eyes and busted out laughing.
“HELL NO!” he continued to laugh, “Even when she was a little girl she called me dad or father or even Brad. I don’t think I ever heard her call me Daddy.”
“What?” I smirked.
“She says it sounds too childish, and this was coming from a seven-year-old girl. I would love it if my little girl called me Daddy. I mean after all she is Daddy’s Little Girl,” Brad used a baby voice.
“Hmmm . . . well that’s interesting,” I finished my beer.
“Why is that?”
“Nothing. I just thought every girl called her dad, Daddy,” I came up with a lie quickly.
Brad laughed shortly, “It’s funny, all the of guys she has ever liked have been older men. I don’t think she has even liked anyone her age.”
What?
“How much older?” my curiosity was piqued.
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