She woke me up twice by sucking me, and after, we’d just spend the rest of the day cuddling. She’d undo my jeans and pull them down while I was trying to get some chores done around the house. I’d stopped wearing boxers to make it easier for her.
She’d even tried to do it to me in a public park, but I told her we’d try that in the evening when there were less people. I wouldn’t have anyone else see Jane on her knees.
I’d made a mental reminder to follow through with that.
I’d yet to fuck her pussy, to finally take her virginity. Waiting the seven days was hard, but I’d shown her all the other ways to pleasure each other.
But now, I couldn’t keep Jane out of my mind. She’d done something to me, and I wasn’t complaining. I’d never complain when it came to her. These past few days, we’d spent tons of time together, and I was starting to realize that she was everything I wanted in a partner and more. I was getting to know her, the woman underneath that shapely body, and I was dying to find out more.
For her age, Jane was mature, both physically and emotionally, yet the youthful energy was obvious, especially in bed. Or on the kitchen table. Or up against the front door.
She was always wanting to please me and make me happy, be it in or out of the bedroom, but at the same time, she still spoke her mind. The women I used to date always ended up saying “no” more than “yes”. They weren’t adventurous and would rather stay in and have sex unless I took them out to upscale and fancy restaurants. With Jane, she was up for anything. She knew how to be both boring and fun, and even that already made her a cut above the rest.
“I care about you,” I said when minutes of silence passed. “You’re one of a kind, Jane, and it’s a shame your parents don’t see that.”
“I—”
I froze in my seat when her voice cracked for a split second. We were in my living room after a whole day of exploring the city. We’d gone to the local museum and library, and for lunch, I’d taken her to this new café a friend of mine owned, and she was able to meet him. Since she was mine, I wanted to show her off. Not many eighteen-year-olds could start and carry a conversation with people over a decade older, yet Jane did it effortlessly. She was young, yes, but she was exquisite. I didn’t give a shit what people thought. She’d be on my arm for events and reunion s with friends. She’d easily fit right in.
Goddamnit, I internally cursed.
This wasn’t about just being physically attracted to her and teaching her everything she needed to know about sex. I wanted her before, during, and after sex. I wanted to hang out with her more and take her out. I wanted her in my life. I’d known it from the start. I wasn’t giving her up.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to me. “You look worried.”
“I’m scared you’ll leave me once we’ve had real sex.”
I almost broke out laughing but held it in. I knew Jane would take that kind of reaction the wrong way. It was just funny to me how, while I knew she was never going anywhere, she was worrying that I’d leave her.
If only she knew…
It was then I hooked a finger under her chin and tilted it up, so I could stare at her.
“You’re mine, Jane,” I began. “How many times do I have to tell you?”
She gave a slight shrug. “Maybe a few more.”
I grinned. “Perhaps you’re more of a hands-on learner.”
With a gentle push, I forced her onto her back. With one knee on the couch and a foot on the floor, I levered myself over her, tugging her so she was spread before me. I liked her wearing flirty skirts and this moment was why. I just had to toss up the short hem and her pussy was bare for me.
“Yes, Mr. Parker. Perhaps you need to show me.”
She shifted so she could pull her t-shirt over her head, her bare breasts swaying as she settled on her back once again.
As I lowered my head to one plump nipple, I murmured, “You a very eager pupil.”
* * * *
Jane
“They’re back.” It was the first thing I said when he opened the door. He was in sweatpants and t-shirt, and the sight instantly made me horny even if I was feeling down. “I don’t want to stay there tonight.”
Mr. Parker immediately knew what I was talking about. My parents – they’d just gotten back from Europe. They’d returned with a mountain of souvenirs, from designer clothing to Swiss chocolates and the finest wines from France and Spain. They were all for me, even the alcohol, but after they’d said their “hi’s” and apologized for missing my graduation, they excused themselves and went to their home office. Mom needed to catch up with emails, and dad had a business dinner with some corporate partners. In a second, the mansion was back to being empty, and I felt lonely. After spending every day of the past week with Mr. Parker, the difference between the feeling of being alone and having someone to spend the day with was as clear as night and day.