by Gigi Thorne
I shrieked with laughter and she moved her brows up and down.
"Never would've guessed, would ya?" She grinned. "And my hair's actually red."
"I bet it suits you." I smiled.
"Maybe," she muttered, but I could tell she was pleased, and we exchanged smiles.
Yes, I was definitely warming up to Vanessa.
We were interrupted by the sound of the front door, and Theo walked out to check out the sound while we followed.
My father was standing in the doorway, his eyes wild.
"Is it true?" he asked, barely catching his breath.
"W-what?" Vanessa stuttered.
"I... I heard you," he said, taking a step forward. "You're pregnant?"
"I..." She hung her head. "Yes, I am."
Dad practically ran up to her and she shrieked as he picked her up, twirling her around the room. I jumped in with the hug but Theo stayed back respectfully, winking at me from the sidelines. I gave him a grateful smile.
"I can't believe it." Dad laughed out loud. "I'm the luckiest man in the world. Now there's just one thing left to do."
"What's that, Dad?" I asked with a smile, and he grinned back.
"This!" he said, walked up to Theo, and punched him in the face.
14
Theo
Summers with Coco Garber were my new favorite thing.
Her long, tanned legs... The see-through white bikini she insisted on wearing. The stacks of books she left around my house, borrowing this and that and gushing about the stories once she finished them. The scent of sunscreen on her hot skin.
Yeah, it was official. I was head over heels for Coco, and I didn't give a shit who knew.
"Daddy!" she called out for me, and I went outside to find her in the pool with nothing on but a wicked smile meant to taunt me. "Why don't you join me? The water is so nice today..."
"Don't tempt me." I grinned at her, and she swam up to the edge of the pool, pulling herself up and showing me her naked tits. "Coco. Do. Not. Tempt. Me."
"Or else what?" She giggled, grabbing me by the ankles. "You gonna spank me like earlier?"
"I just might," I muttered, kneeling down and grabbing her by the hair, making her gasp out loud. "You still gonna misbehave, Teacher's Pet?"
"Maybe," she said weakly.
"Perfect," I replied. "I have the perfect punishment in mind..."
Her eyes sparkled just like I knew they would.
"I can't wait," she said, then splashed me with water and laughed out loud as she swam off.
I laughed with her before retreating into the house. Dinner could wait...
"You ready?" I asked her, and she let out a nervous giggle before looking fearfully into my eyes. "Are you scared, baby girl? We don't have to do this."
"Please," she said. "I want to."
I pointed the camera at her and snapped picture after picture.
"Aren't you going to be in the pictures with me?" she asked sweetly, twirling her pigtails around her fingers. "Come on, Mr. Millay. You know they'd absolutely love that."
"I will." I grinned. "But smile real pretty for me first."
She did, and I took so many shots I lost count. I got lost in her every single day, and I intended on doing it for the rest of my life. She looked so fucking good in her school uniform from a couple of years ago - it was snug in all the right places.
"Would you put that down for a second?" she purred, reaching for my hands and gently lowering the camera. "I want to look at you..."
"No, I want to look at you," I told her, pushing the camera away. "And like this is even better than through the lens.
I lay her down on my desk and she moaned as I spread her legs. She kissed me needily and bumped her head into mine, making me groan.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she cried. "Does it still hurt?"
"Not too bad," I lied through gritted teeth as she touched her fingertips to my split lip and busted cheekbone.
"Poor Daddy," she said. "I'll kiss it all better."
And somehow she did, even though every contact hurt like hell. But where her sweet lips were involved, I didn't give a shit.
I pulled her onto my lap on the couch and kissed a line down her exposed navel.
"You know, I shouldn't let you do this," I muttered against her skin. "The whole internet is going to be drooling over my girlfriend."
She sat up, her eyes dancing with mine.
"So..." she said softly. "Am I your girlfriend now?"
"You could say that," I muttered, nuzzling her neck.
"Or what else could you say?" she giggled. "That we were going steady?"
"That you're school property," I told her, making her moan. "Property of Daddy Millay."
"Ohh," she moaned again, rubbing her sweet little pussy all over my crotch. "Is that so? Daddy Millay, is it?"
"Yeah," I told her. "Though you can just call me Mister in public."
She laughed and pressed one last kiss to my lips.
"When are Vanessa and your Dad back again?" I asked her as she pulled back, going through the photos on the camera.
"The twenty-seventh," she said. "We still have a week before my Dad kills you."
"Well, that's comforting," I muttered.
"Chill out," Coco said. "At least he isn't sending you threats anymore. If Howlers actually existed, you’d be worse off than Ron Weasley.”
"Yeah," I groaned. "Cause that sounds like so much fun.”
"Look, Dad's easy." She pushed the camera away and faced me. "You just gotta do the puppy eyes."
"The what?" I laughed.
"Like this." She tapped my hand and started to bat her lashes with her bottom lip quivering. "Please, Dad."
"I'm sure that will work in my case," I told her, laughing out loud while she stuck her tongue out at me. "So, do they know the gender yet?"
"Not yet," she sighed. "They want it to be a surprise which is such a nightmare because I don't know what clothes to get the kid."
"She's only in her second trimester," I reminded her.
"Never too early to stock up," Coco said wisely, and I stared at her with a smile until she looked up. "What?"
"Nothing," I said. "Just wondering."
"About?" She wanted to know.
"About you," I admitted. "Having a family. Growing up. Getting old."
"So like, your age?" she teased, and I pulled her hair while she yelped. "Worth it. Old man."
"Your old man." I winked at her.
"Mine," she agreed, then showed me a photo of her legs spread, her panties wet and her mouth pouty and smiling, the only visible thing on her face.
"Perfect," I told her. "Do you want me to post it?"
"Yes, please," she said, making those puppy eyes at me.
Suddenly I understood why they worked.
I logged onto her - our - blog and uploaded the photo she had picked, then hesitated with my fingers above the keyboard.
"Go ooooon," Coco encouraged me. "Write the caption."
"Look away," I told her, and she rolled her eyes and plopped down on the couch.
"Fine!" she said, and I grinned to myself as I typed on the laptop.
"Let me see, let me see!" she cried the second I was done.
I gave her the laptop, her full attention on the screen as she stared at her own photo on the blog.
"Read it out loud," I said gently, and she looked closer.
"About to ask..." she started, then gasped. "About to ask this girl if she wants to be my pet forever."
She turned around sharply to find me on my knees, offering her the ring I'd picked out a few weeks prior.
"Theo..." she whispered.
"I know you're going to college," I said. "And I fought this decision for such a long time, baby girl. But I want to be with you. And I don't fucking care whether that ruins your goddamn college experience. I want you to be mine, only fucking mine, Coco. So will you make me a happy man forever, and be my wife?"
"You..." she muttered. "You cursed
a lot in that speech."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"You said fucking twice," she quipped, and I grinned at her. "And my Dad hates you. And you can't cook for shit. And... I love you."
I grinned wider.
"And..." I encouraged her.
"And..." I whispered. "Yes. I will."
I pulled her into my arms, inhaling her sweet scent as I raised her up, covering her in kisses.
"Are you serious?" she asked gently. "You really... really want me?"
"I do," I said. "For now. Forever."
I kissed her deeper and she succumbed to me, her body molding against mine, clinging to me with every inch of skin she had exposed.
"How about we make it official?" I growled in her ear. "You want to call Derek?"
"Yes!" She pumped her fist in the air. "And I'll get an ice pack ready for you."
She ran out of the room, and I called out after her, "Why's that?"
She poked her head out of the kitchen and laughed.
"For when Dad finds out, silly!"
Epilogue
Coco
9 months later
My pen was tapping against my notebook until a strong, tanned hand landed on my desk.
"Focus, Miss Garber," he said darkly, and I lifted my eyes to him, grinning at his handsome face.
"Doing my best, Mr. Millay," I said coquettishly, and he snuck me another grin before heading to the other side of the classroom.
Every once in a while, I felt him looking at me, but I just grinned to myself and ignored it, knowing full well I'd get punished for it after class. But punishments just didn't have the same kind of effect they were supposed to have when you secretly loved them...
Once the class was over, I made sure to drop my pen right to the floor and bend down to pick it up in a way that flashed my panties to our guest lecturer. I really felt him looking then, the anger coming off him in waves.
I strolled down the hallway to my next class, saying hi to a couple of people who were in my year. But before I made it to the classroom, I felt Theo passing me.
"My office, now," he growled at me as he passed me, and I followed quietly, my heart pounding hard with expectation.
I walked into his small temporary office and he shut the door, locking it quietly behind us before turning to face me.
"Better start hiding that ring before someone figures out who gave it to you," Theo growled at me.
"Better start hiding your erection before someone figures out who gave it to you," I fired back, and he grinned.
"We wouldn't want that, would we?" he asked.
"No, definitely not," I replied, coming to stand closer to him and toying with the hem of my skirt.
"The last thing we want," he muttered, his hand going to my cheek and the other caressing my earlobe. "Is to get caught."
"Indeed," I said solemnly, wrapping my leg around his waist. "Wouldn't want that."
"So better stop." He nodded.
"Yes, best if we do," he agreed.
I jumped him, and he grabbed my ass, sweeping the desk clear with his free hand and plopping me down on the hard wood. I giggled as he growled hungrily, making me lay on my back and tearing through my panties as if they were made of paper.
"You gotta stop wearing these," he grunted against my lips.
"If you keep ripping them at this rate, I'll be out of them in a week or less." I giggled, and he kissed me like I belonged to him.
His fingers found their way under my shirt, on my thighs, all over my now naked pussy. In seconds I was mewling for him, desperate for him to bury his thick cock inside my wetness, ready to do anything and everything he wanted. He'd turned me from a Teacher's Pet into the baddest girl in class, and I didn't want to have it any other way... As long as I got the punishment I so desperately craved afterward, with his belt on my ass and his cock down my throat.
"Fuck me," I begged him, and he groaned against my lips.
"Fucking gladly," he muttered, hoisting me higher on the desk. "I want to see that pussy spread open for me... I'm going to fill it to the fucking brim, baby girl, and then I'm going to make you eat our cum from my fingers. You got that?"
I moaned needily, clawing him like a woman possessed.
There was a knock on the door, and a familiar voice called out, "Mr. Millay?"
We jumped apart so fast I nearly tore a button off my blouse. Theo cursed out loud while I pulled my skirt down, barely able to hide my smile.
"Coming!" he yelled, and then moments later opened the door for another professor, Miss Finch.
"Hello there, Miss Garber," she said primly when she saw me. "Would you mind giving us some privacy?"
"Of course," I replied pleasantly. "God, Mr. Millay, you need to air out this room."
"Hot, are you, Miss Garber?" Theo asked innocently.
"Very." I nodded. "Are you hot too, Miss Finch?"
"I..." she started from one of us to the other. "I suppose it is a little... steamy."
"Steamy indeed," I added, then waved them both off. "Toodles!"
I walked out into the campus and waved to Vanessa who was waiting for me with a huge stroller.
"What's that monstrosity?" I asked her when I came closer, kissing her cheek and fussing over my baby brother.
"Oh God," she sighed. "Your father insisted, said this was the safest baby carriage on the market."
"More like a baby tank," I said, and we both laughed. "Come on, let's grab some frappuccinos."
We found our seats at a cafe close by and cooed at little Thomas while we had our drinks. Vanessa filled me in on the latest gossip - Pamela's baby was a little girl, and she'd gotten back together with the pool boy... until he found out the baby wasn't even his. Kind of hard to hide the fact when the baby was the spitting image of Pamela's divorce attorney.
I told her all about my classes. Theo had gotten the job at my university just a couple of weeks before I started. We considered telling the dean about our relationship, but I convinced him it was only a temporary position - a few months of pretending wouldn't be so bad, right? We'd gotten good at hiding things... and once Theo's job was over, we'd be able to come out properly.
Until then, I was having more than a little fun being his naughty little schoolgirl.
"What about Dad?" I asked nervously. "Any chance I'll get to see him soon?"
Once again, Vanessa's eyes got a little shifty and she wouldn't quite meet my gaze. I groaned.
"Come on," I said exasperatedly. "It's been almost a year. Why is he still not over it?"
"Maybe he needs to punch Theo again," Vanessa suggested.
"Not helpful!" I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Maybe," Vanessa said. "He wants you to reach out."
"He hasn't called me once, V," I admitted. "Not once."
"He's waiting for you to call," she tried to reassure me. "Definitely."
I raised my eyes to the school building and they nearly popped out of my head when I saw Theo walking toward us... with no one but my father by his side.
"Oh God," I cried out. "They're going to fight again, aren't they?"
"Just wait," Vanessa begged me. "Maybe it's all good now. Just sit here."
They approached slowly and my father gave me a tense smile. I'd seen him almost every month since the... argument, but we hadn't spoken properly in ages. I had to fight the urge to jump up and hug him, but he surprised me by doing it himself.
"Hello, dear," he said, smiling at me fondly before kissing Vanessa and making a fuss over baby Thomas.
"Dad, what are you..." I started. "Doing here, exactly? I thought only Vanessa was coming this week."
"You don't like a little surprise?" he said innocently. "You just like giving me them. Along with heart attacks."
I laughed nervously and he grinned at me.
"Relax, dear," he said calmly. "I've been in touch with Theo."
My eyes darted between the two of them. They sat down at our little table and I prepared for the worst
when Theo pressed a kiss against my cheek. But when I opened my eyes again, nobody was fighting and nobody was on the floor.
"I'm not saying I'm completely alright with the situation," he muttered, glancing between the two of us. "But maybe... I could... get used to the idea of the two of you being together."
"That's great, Dad," I said, getting teary-eyed. "Maybe we could have dinner tonight. That steakhouse you like?"
"I would like that," he admitted. "Very much."
"We have to tell him!" I hissed at Theo. "I mean, we absolutely have to! Otherwise, he's going to lose his mind just like last time."
"Baby girl, I'm trying to avoid getting hit in the face again," he said gently. "Look, what do you think he's gonna say? He'll be pissed as all fuck."
"He might not be," I argued. "He might be happy for us."
"You think?" he raised his eyebrows at me. "You don't think he'd have wanted to walk you down the aisle?"
I pursed my lips. It was my one regret from when we eloped to Vegas and tied the know last summer, only days after he asked me to be his forever. We couldn't have waited. We didn't even try. When you know, you know.
"Maybe we should just try telling him," I insisted. "He'll be so excited. He'll want to know everything."
"Not the part where you wore your school uniform with your veil." Theo lifted his brows.
"And maybe not the part where you spanked me after," I said thoughtfully.
"Might want to take your collar off before we go back in there," he reminded me, and I felt my throat for the little pink collar around my neck.
"You might want to hide your hickeys," I threw back, and he groaned.
"You need to stop giving me those," he insisted.
"You need to stop being so delicious." I grinned. "I can't help sinking my teeth into you, Daddy."
"Bad girl," he muttered just as the toilet flushed.
"I thought we were alone," I whisper-screamed at him, and he shook his head wildly.
The door of one of the cubicles opened with a bang.
My father stood there, looking so angry I thought he would just burst.
"You!" he screamed, pointing at Theo. "You... you eloped with my daughter?"
