Freshman(35)

I was grinning like a fucking idiot, sitting in my office chair by the same window I’d peeped through to see Christina in the pool. “I told you I was going to have more business in a week or so back in Boston," I chuckled over the phone.





The whole "business" thing was bullshit, of course. I’d made it up the first time in order to get up to Boston to see her, and now I was going to do it again. Because I had to have more of her. I’d been home two full days, and I was like a man without water without her. It’s like I was craving that tight eighteen year old pussy, dying to taste her and make her come, and feel her bouncing on my cock.





"I can only do a day, honey."





Truth be told, my plate was starting to fill up with business for the label. But like I said, I had to have her again.





Someday, honey, in another world, we'll have the luxury of time and no need for secrets.





"Well, guess we better make it count then," she said with this sexy little husk to her voice.





“Tyler I-” she stopped suddenly, almost like she was wrestling with something.





"Christina?”





She coughed and then laughed. ”No, it’s nothing, I just I can't wait to see you."





I grinned. "Me too, honey, me too."





Chapter 19

Tyler





I was heading in to Boston again, this time under the pretense of a "quick business trip”. Of course, knowing what I was really doing here had my cock hard as fucking iron bar the whole train ride, just imaging seeing her again after a full two weeks apart.





And when I saw her at the end of the track waiting for me in the station, suddenly everything just seemed right with the world. She shrieked and ran to me, squealing as she jumped into my arms and kissed me passionately.





We'd been mistaken for father and daughter before out in public. I knew both of us were shrugging off the age gap, but up here in Boston where no one knew us, I made damn sure that the way I treated her in public made the nature of our relationships abundantly clear to anyone around us.





In spite of that, or really I guess probably because of my very public displays of affection towards him, we still got a lot of looks from people. I knew damn well there was something scandalous about the forty year old man walking hand in hand with the barely-legal college girl, but they could look and judge all they wanted. I had the girl I lo- well, the girl I was seriously into with me, and that's all that mattered. Fuck ‘em.





*****





"Mr. Weaver, pleasure to have you back here with us again."





The concierge smiled at me as he clicked away at the keyboard. "Oh, I'm sorry, I have you set up for a single king bed suite, but will you and your daughter be requiring two beds?" He looked up at us innocently.





"No, that's fine," I said nonchalantly, feeling the cocky grin spread across my face in spite of myself. I put my arm around her and smiled at the man around my age. "My girlfriend and I will just be needing the king.”





The man went bright red, stammering out an awkward apology that I think I relished a bit too much. I looked down and grinned to see Christina blushing just about as furiously as the concierge.





Upstairs in the room though, the rest of the world and their opinions meant nothing as we came crashing together as soon as the door was shut. She moaned into my mouth as I kissed her, my strong arms holding her tightly as I pushed her back against the wall.





I poured everything I’d been holding back for the last two weeks into that first kiss in that room as I wrapped my arms tightly around her, never wanting to let him go.





I picked her up then, her legs wrapping around me as I carried her over to the bed and laid her down across it. Maddened kisses became frantic gasps as we tore each other’s clothes from our bodies, groaning hungrily.





We'd make love later; right now, I wanted to fuck this girl.





She rolled us over and pushed me down as I tore her shirt off. Grinning impishly as she straddled me, she bit her lip and reached down to the hem of her skirt. She pulled it up, and my eyes went wide. The black tights she’d worn under the skirt went up high on her thighs, but that's here they stopped. And as my eyes hungrily traveled higher, I groaned as they fixed between her legs on her bare, panty-less little barely legal pussy.





"Do you mean to tell me we went that entire cab-ride back from the train station with you sitting right next to me with no panties on?" I growled.





She nodded, smirking at me. “Uh-huh. In fact, I may just have to never wear panties again around you, Mr. Weaver.”