“She used to have a crush on Kendall’s dad before he moved away, and then she used to like one of her high school teachers who was around my age . . . maybe a little younger.”
Well now. I thought she was serious about not liking older men, but in reality, Penny loves her men old.
I looked over to her white bedroom door with a big letter P on it. She needs to stop lying to herself and denying herself what she wants.
I mean she is a Daddy slut after all.
Daddy’s Little Slut.
8
Penelope
Just Say the Word.
I pulled up my black stockings and zipped up my black pencil skirt. I tugged on my white button down shirt and slapped all of the creases out. I made sure to button my shirt all the way up, even though Maggie always makes fun of me because I look too conservative. She doesn’t even button her shirt all the way to the top, and she’s the owner. I don’t care. I think I look cute.
I did a little twirl in the mirror admiring my work outfit. All I have to do now is put on my makeup.
I opened the bathroom door wide open to see a large, fit man wearing only his dark blue boxer briefs. Cedric placed his beard trimmer on the vanity and shifted his body to face me. My eyes ran across his thick legs until I got to his cock. He wasn’t hard, but he was still so . . . big.
“Hey, Penny,” he gave me a little wink.
I headed toward my room, closing the door behind me.
“I need the bathroom,” my voice broke as I talked to him through the wooden door.
My body was steamy from just looking at him. I can’t be near Cedric without wanting to rip off all his clothes, which lately doesn't seem like a challenge since he is practically always naked around me.
I took a deep breath.
I have to play it cool. I still have to pretend I don’t want anything to do with him. I just have to survive until he leaves.
The door swung open. Cedric’s flawless body greeted me as I stood my ground. His musky scent overwhelmed me making my mind drift.
I have to play it cool.
I looked up at him with a serious expression on my face, “I need the bathroom.”
“Well, good thing you have two sinks,” I watched his almost naked body walk away from me. I stood in the doorway of my bedroom and the bathroom. It was as if I was in the middle of a battle between my morals and desires.
“I would rather be alone. I need to get ready for work.”
“And I need to get ready for a date,” Cedric smiled at me.
A date? I felt my jaw drop a little, but I closed my mouth. He has a date? He’s only been here for less than a week and already has a date? My face was still while I tried to hide my emotions, but it was hard when jealousy started to fill my body.
Stop it, Penelope. You’re the one that pushed him away.
This is what you wanted. Isn’t it?
Cedric watched my reaction but then went back to trimming his beard with a blissful grin on his face.
“How long are you going to take?” I pulled my hair behind my ear.
“30 minutes, maybe more,” he spoke loudly over the buzzing of his trimmer.
I can grab my makeup bag and go to the bathroom upstairs to my dad’s bathroom. It’s not that big of a deal. I looked over at Cedric as he groomed himself to perfection.
I let out a sigh and joined Cedric in the bathroom. I have to leave in 10 minutes to catch the bus so I’ll just hurry. I pulled out my makeup bag from the cabinet and noticed Cedric was staring at me at the corner of his eye. There was a silence between us as I leaned over the vanity to put on my mascara.
A chuckle broke the silence of the bathroom.
“What’s with that face?”
I stopped putting my makeup on and darted my eyes toward him.
“I’m guessing that’s your ‘makeup face?’” he chuckled without giving me a chance to respond.
“Every girl makes this face, it’s the mascara face. I don't get why you’re making fun of me.”
“I’m not making fun of you. It’s a sexy face,” he smirked at me as he trimmed the last part of his beard. He ran his large hand over his beard, making sure he was completely done, but he wasn’t. I looked at my reflection and noticed my cheeks turning red. I wanted to yell at myself and tell my body to keep it under control, but I couldn’t.
Just play it cool, Penelope.
“Thanks,” I said softly. I didn’t really know how to respond to that comment, even though my pussy was wet from the word ‘sexy’ rolling off his tongue.
He scoffed.
Cedric finished trimming his beard as I finished off my makeup with my favorite dusky pink lipstick. He cleaned up the counter top, and then walked over to my side of the bathroom to grab a dry towel. But before he reached for a towel he stopped right behind me. His body was only a few inches away from me, I could practically feel his body heat melting my panties. My heart stopped as I watched him in the mirror, biting his lip and looking down at me.
“Can I help you?”
I waited for his eyes to meet my eyes in the mirror but instead Cedric’s hard cock pressed against my ass, pinning me into the vanity. I let out an excited gasp as I dropped my lipstick in the sink and placed my hands on the countertop.
Cedric’s light blue eyes watched me in the mirror as a little smile crossed my lips. He placed his hands on top of mine, making sure I had nowhere to go. He lowered his lips toward my ear and grunted as he thrust his growing cock against my ass. His cool eyes penetrated me, sending my body in all different directions as he watched my every expression just like he had during our first encounter.
“I found out something interesting about you . . .” he breathed in my ear.
My eyes widened as my heart began to race faster. He moved my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck. I felt so relaxed and at peace at this moment. He began to slowly kiss my neck, giving my body a rush with each kiss. I closed my eyes, giving in to the sensation of his lips on my flesh.
“. . . I found out . . .”
I moaned over his words as I ignored him and let my body express how much I craved his touch.
“. . . That you love older men. Older men like me.”
I gasped and turned my head toward him, “How . . .”
Cedric delayed my question with a faint chuckle and a kiss on my cheek. He released me from his trap, leaving me breathless and aroused.
He walked over to his sink and started to dry off the countertop with his towel as if he had nothing else on his mind. Mindlessly, I watched him clean up as my eyes darted toward his hard cock tightly pressed tightly against his boxer briefs.
“How did you find out?” my voice broke, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his cock.
Stop getting distracted with his cock, Penelope! For fucks sake!
“Your dad, told me,” he threw the towel on the cabinet and began to pull his long hair into a bun.
His eyes watched me in the mirror. “You know you’re going to be late for work if you don’t hurry . . . and I’m going to be late for my date,” he finished with his hair and faced me, “Unless you don’t want me to go on this date. Just say the word and I won’t go.”
Wait, would he really cancel his date because of me?
Then again, the only reason he is going on a date was because of me. Because I pushed him away. Because I want a serious relationship not just a hookup or a fling.
Without even thinking, I said, “No. Go on your date. Have fun,” the words felt painful the second they left my lips.
Cedric’s eyebrows rose, “You sure?”
He was giving me another chance to respond truthfully. But what was the point in telling him the truth? It’s not like there would be anything between us, other than lust. Definitely lust.
I want a meaningful relationship. Or at least I think I wanted a meaningful relationship.
“I’m sure, Cedric,” I puckered my lips and turned my back to him. I headed toward my room sl
owly, still thinking about my decision.
This was for the best, even though it doesn't feel right.
This was for the best . . .
I think.
9
Cedric
Mr. Mount
“I’ve been admiring this car forever, I’m so glad I finally get to ride in it,” Cassie giggled as she stepped into the car.
I looked over to her almost naked body. It was cold outside, but she didn't even bother to close up her jacket. She clearly wanted to show off the tight black dress that exposed her cleavage, no matter how cold it was outside.
She was trying to hard again.
“Yeah,” I chuckled.
“So, where are we going?” she chirped.
“There’s this really great Italian restaurant that I can’t get out of my mind. I was thinking we could head over there.”
“Oh my god! Yes! I love Italian food,” she placed her hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
I opened the car door for Cassie as we arrived at the restaurant and she instantly clung around my arm. She pressed her breast against me, but it had no effect. The only girl on my mind was Penny.
How can she push me away so easily? I clearly want her; doesn’t she see that? Do I flat-out have to tell her that I can’t get her out of my mind?
I replayed the erotic moment that has passed between us. I could perfectly imagine pressing her into the vanity and watching her eyes light up as I pressed against her perfect ass. Penny was fully clothed from head to toe and she had a bigger effect on me than Cassie, who was practically half-naked beside me.
“Hello, table for two,” I went over at Maggie.
“Oh, hello. Cedric?” she arched her eyebrows, hoping she got my name right.
I nodded. “Correct,” I smiled at her. “I was hoping if we can get a table for two, preferably with your most experienced server,” I winked at Maggie. She let out a little giggle and started to blush.
“Right over here, Cedric.” She giggled again as she walked us over to a booth in the back.
“Well, aren’t you a lady killer,” Cassie whispered in my ear, trying to be sexual.
We took our seat and I noticed Penny out of the corner of my eye. She was taking orders without a note pad. She had a smile on her face as she nodded to each person, understanding their order. The table was filled with college boys, who were obviously interested in her.
Penny turned the corner and headed toward the kitchen.
“Did you hear me?” Cassie’s voice started to screech in my ear.
“What?” I looked over at her.
“I asked if you want to get a bottle of wine? The Château Clerc Milon Pauillac 2009 I think,” she butchered the name.
I looked over the wine menu and looked at the cost, “It’s $150 for the bottle,” I raised my eyebrows.
Did she really think I’d spend that much money on her?
She skimmed the rest of the menu, “Well, it’s not that expensive for you, Mr. Mount,” she looked at me and bit her lip, obviously trying to get her way.
“We’ll see,” I ignored her obvious attempt to flirt with me.
“Hello, Welcome to Moretti Trattoria. I’m Penelope and I will be your server for tonight. I want to let you know that the kitchen will stop taking orders in five minutes so I do advise you to order right now.”
Penny took a deep breath and moved her question toward me.
“How can I start you off today?”
She locked eyes with me, chewing on her lip. Her face gave away no secrets or emotions. She didn’t even give me a fake smile, she saved that for Cassie. Although, she was probably trying her best to ignore the fact that I was here, of all places, with my date.
“Okay,” Cassie snapped her fingers to get Penny’s attention.
Penny slowly turned her head towards Cassie, her fake smile in place. I have a feeling this wasn't the first time she’d had a customer like Cassie. Entitled and bitchy.
“I want to get a glass of water. No ice and calamari as an appetizer.”
“Grilled or fried calamari?”
“Fried. I will also want the Filet Mignon medium-rare without the bleu cheese,” Cassie, of course, had ordered the most expensive item on the menu.
“And I would like a Coke and a Vitello Saltimbocca,” I spoke softly compared to Cassie.
“Oh, we also want the —,” Cassie pointed at the wine section of the menu.
“Château Clerc Milon Pauillac,” Penny spoke with a perfect pronunciation.
“We will only be taking two glasses. Not the bottle.”
Cassie looked at me and pouted as if she was disappointed that I didn’t want to drop $150 on her, not including the dinner I was already going to pay for her.
“The Sommelier will be with you shortly to bring over your wine. Please have your ID ready for him. Is that all for you today —”
“You didn’t write any of that down,” Cassie snapped at Penny.
Penny smirked and let out a puff of air, “Water no ice, a Coke, fried calamari, Filet Mignon medium-rare without the bleu cheese, Vitello Saltimbocca and a Château Clerc Milon Pauillac. Two glasses, not a bottle.”
I snickered, impressed with Penny's snappy attitude and memory. Cassie darted a dark glare at me and smacked her lips.
“And if it isn’t medium-rare I will send it back to the kitchen. Even if the kitchen is closed.” She folded the menu and almost whipped it at Penny.
I folded the menu carefully and placed it on top of the other menu.
“Thank you, Penny,” I gave her a warm smile, trying to make up for Cassie’s shit attitude.
“The Sommelier will be with you shortly, as well as your appetizer.”
Penny walked away with her perfect posture and I couldn’t help but stare at her ass. That ass I had pressed my cock against only a few hours ago. I licked my lips, then noticed Penny’s smile directed at me as she turned the corner. I looked over at Cassie who was clearly mad at me.
“Did you really just check out our server? In front of me?” her voice got louder with the second question.
“She’s my best friend’s daughter, so I’m just a little overprotective of her,” I avoided answering the question directly.
“Really? Mmm-hmm. Okay,” she pursed her lips and then loosened them. I could tell she believed me.
“Why did you have to be so rude?” I asked, calling out her shitty behavior.
“I wasn’t rude. I just like things done a specific way. My way,” she winked at me.
I don’t think I have ever been this turned off on a date.
A tall, slender man came over to the table with our wine. He checked our ID’s and poured the wine into our glasses. I saw Penny come around the corner with our fried calamari and other drinks.
Penny gently placed the food on the table and went back to the kitchen. I tried really hard to not watch her walk away, since Cassie was eyeing me down, ready to call me out on my affection toward our young waitress.
“This wine is okay,” she sipped her glass and placed it back on the table.
“Good thing I didn’t buy the whole bottle,” I gave her a fake smile.
She rolled her eyes and started to eat the fried calamari, almost inhaling the food. There was an awkward silence between us as she took each bite of the food. I watched the restaurant empty out as the customers paid for their meals and left, all the tables except for the table filled with the college guys.
Penny brought a huge plate with four entrees on it and a foldable table to place it on. She handed each entree to the young men as they all nodded at their food. The guy with jet-black hair was clearly checking out Penny when, all of a sudden, he grabbed Penny’s wrist when she was trying to walk away. I could tell she was scared when she was trying to pull her hand out of his grip.
I felt my blood pressure rise as I tightened my jaw and fist. The boy placed his hand on her thigh and moved her over to bring her closer to him. I slapped the table and stood up l
ike a rocket.
“CEDRIC? Where do you think you’re going?” I heard Cassie snap at me as I walked away from her.
I stormed toward the table, eyeing down the boy who was still holding Penny, tightly.
“Come on. Let me just call you up. I can give you a good time,” he smiled at Penny while rubbing her thigh. I wanted to punch that prick right in his face.
“Is there a problem here?” my deep voice towered over him.
He looked up at me and immediately released Penny’s wrist. “No. There’s no problem, sir,” he instantly backed down. He wasn’t even going to try to fight or question me.
“That’s what I thought,” I gave the kid a cold stare as I followed Penny around the corner.
She was speed walking over to the kitchen with the foldable table under her arm.
“Hey. Hey. Hey, Penny.”
I caught up to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. She turned around and looked down at her feet.
“Are you okay?” I lifted her chin to get a good look at her face. Her eyes were filled with fear.
“It’s okay, Penny,” I embraced her, trying to make her feel protected and warm.
“Thanks,” she whispered into my chest.
Not even a second into the hug, she pushed me away, “I need to get back to work.” She sniffed and went into the kitchen.
I sighed as she walked away from me. She was trying so hard to push me away, but I knew she wanted to be wrapped up in that hug for a lot longer. I know she wants me, but she is too stubborn to admit it.
I sighed with frustration, letting out all my conflicting emotions.
I walked passed the table of the college guys who were eating in silence as I passed. I sat back down at my booth to be welcomed to Cassie’s bitchy face.
“You’re giving that little girl more attention than me,” she huffed. “And to think I was going to let you come back to my place and mount me, Mr. Mount.”
I picked up my wine, swirling it around in the glass. Cassie was clearly trying to push up her breasts with her crossed arms.
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