“Daddy’s back!” Bridget sings out.
Yet despite how good I just made her feel, her smile stretches even wider across her lips because of this.
Huh…
I’m not sure what to make of that. Does it say something about my skill at giving head that she’s happier to see her father? I know I’m a virgin, and that was my first time going down on a girl, but still… it hurts a little.
The eighteen-year-old girl doesn’t act her age in this moment. She jumps from her bed like a giggly little girl, bouncing on her heels, unable to keep still.
I sigh. I’ve no choice but to accept it. My chance to get laid, to finally lose my virginity, has passed.
Even if she was in the mood, which she clearly isn’t, the last thing I want to do is risk it when her father’s home. Chances are my hypnotism theory is correct, but the risk if it isn’t is not one I’m willing to take. Not with the consequences being a very, fucking painful death.
Just thinking about that is enough to send a shiver down my spine. One that leaves my cock all shrunk and flaccid. Yeah, I definitely can’t perform with such a sword hanging over my head.
The girl doesn’t pay me even a lick of attention. Her mind is only on one thing. To which, she rights her skirt and straightens out the rest of her clothes before making for the door.
Her panties remain forgotten on the ground. I can’t lie. For a moment I’m tempted to pinch them. The idea of keeping them as a souvenir of sorts turns me on. What can I say, I’m a massive pervert. They would be the perfect thing to remember this moment by, and who am I kidding, sniff as well.
That said, I don’t pinch them. Not because stealing is wrong, mind you. There’s that too, but also the fact they’re a bit too frilly and childish for my tastes. Even with everything associated with them… Nah, I’m good. Maybe, though, if they weren’t so pink and all that, I would’ve. Oh well.
Not wanting to be left alone up here and having to find my own way out, I hurriedly zip up my pants and follow her out.
It’s time to see if my theory holds true. It’s either that or I’m a dead man walking. Is it too late to run away?
With every step down the long, winding hallways, my heart races. That’s been a common trend all day long, it would seem. That poor organ of mine hasn’t had a workout like this in, well, ever.
“DADDY!” Bridget shrieks the moment she lays eyes on her father.
The sheer sound of which leaves my ears ringing. Ow…
My gaze trails after her as she sprints down the stairs. At the base of which, she flings herself with open arms at the bear of a man standing there.
He is truly massive, in a way that seems almost impossible. I didn’t know humans could be this large in real life, only on TV. Even then, I assumed that had to be a trick of the camera or something, but alas, the truth stands before me now.
A mane of golden hair, streaked with motes of silver, falls from his head. Matching it is a big, bushy, if still well-groomed beard, running all the way from his chin down to his sternum. Between the two stretches pale white skin, thick eyebrows, and a set of piercing blue eyes.
In contrast to his imposing figure, the man holds only a look of love and affection in said eyes as he hugs his daughter back. She looks absolutely minuscule in his massive arms. Even more so when he picks her up and swings her around like she weighs nothing.
“PRINCESS!” He roars. “Oh, how I’ve missed you. Every day that the family business takes me away from you is a poor day indeed.”
“I’ve missed you too, Daddy.”
Even through his beard, I can make out the big, wide grin on his face. That all changes, however, when he notices me, standing at the base of the stairs. I shift awkwardly as he puts her down and his full focus turns my way.
What am I even meant to do in this situation?
“Who’s this, your boyfriend?” He grunts. The rough, gravely tone of even those few words fills me with dread.
“No, don’t be silly. He’s no one, just a guy from school.” She laughs as if the suggestion I could be her boyfriend is the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard.
Ouch. Hurtful.
“It’s nice to meet you, sir. My name’s Joseph.”
He doesn’t say anything, but takes the offered hand. His grip is tight. Damn tight. His arms are akin to solid steel. There’s no give in his hold on me, not in the slightest.
“We were just hanging out in my room; he was eating me out.” She says nonchalantly.
Welp, here it is. Time to see if I lose the arm.
I truly expect him to rip it off, and yet…
A few tense moments pass. He does nothing but shake it and stare at me. His deep, blue eyes, ones his daughter inherited from him, bore into my soul. Then, just like that, the moment passes. He lets go.
“I hope you had fun, but now that I’m home, I wish to spend time with my daughter.” His words are welcoming all of a sudden, but his tone leaves no room for argument.
“Right, of course, sir. I was just going to head home.” I bow my head respectfully to him, then turn to his daughter. “I… Um, I’ll see you at school on Monday, I guess. Have a good weekend, Bridget.”
She doesn’t say anything to me. In fact, she doesn’t even look in my direction. All she does is dismissively wave me away. Clearly, I’m not a priority for her, not that I ever expected to be. Still, it’s a little jarring to go from licking her pussy to… whatever this is.
Before I can take even a single step towards the front door, however, her father addresses me once more. “My daughter’s driver will take you home. Just tell him your address, and he’ll take you there.”
“Thank you, sir.” I bob my head politely once more and make a quick exit before the moment can drag out any longer.
With the thick, double doors soon shut behind me—thanks, door guy—I let out a sigh of relief. Tension I wasn’t fully aware of how tightly I was holding onto in my shoulders leaves me.
Well, that settles it. My theory has to be correct.
For whatever reason, it seems I can ask anything I want of Bridget, sexually speaking at least, and she’s okay with it. Not only that, but she and everyone else around will treat it like the most normal thing in the world.
Why this is happening to me is not a question I can answer. Nor how? That too is a mystery, one I may never get the answer to.
There are, however, other questions worth asking that I might get answers to someday. Questions such as, how long will this effect last? How much can I get away with? For instance, could I fuck her?
Most notable of all, one question sits on my mind throughout the entire ride back to my place. Is this strange phenomenon exclusive to Bridget, or does it affect everyone?
I’m so deep in thought I don’t notice the luxury car slowing to a stop at my destination. It’s not until the driver speaks up, drawing me from my contemplation, that I realise it.
“We’ve arrived.”
“Thank you.” I flash him a smile before promptly fleeing.
That said, calling what I do fleeing doesn’t do it justice. I can’t get out of the car and scramble away from it any quicker if I tried. In truth, though, my speed is only partially motivated by fear of Bridget’s possibly criminal family.
My true motivation is the house I reach the threshold of. I’m not an idiot. On the off chance something isn’t as I think it is, giving a crime family my address is far from wise. So instead, I gave them Paul’s.
That’s a problem for him to deal with, not that I expect even they would harass him. Not when he doesn’t have anything to do with what happened today.
Again, though, this is only if I’m mistaken about what actually happened. I’m fairly confident I’m not, so it shouldn’t come up. Fingers crossed.
Still, one can’t be too prepared, and speaking of which. It’s not until someone actually answers the door that the car drives off.
Was he watching me out of simple courtesy, to make sure I got home safely, or for another, more sinister reason? Nah, I’m just being paranoid for no reason.
“What the hell, man!” Paul shouts at me, startling me for several reasons.
Firstly, it’s his mother who usually answers the door whenever I come over. Like me, he’s the kind of guy to spend all his time holed up in his room. Where two peas in a pod like that. Secondly, there’s how quickly he answered it too, and of course, I can’t forget how loud he was. Visit novelping(.)com for the full chapter.
My ears ring as I frown at him. “What do you mean?”
“The car? Who the hell dropped you off? Where did you come from?” He says, a look of utter astonishment written across his face.
“Oh, that.”
Ah, now it makes sense. He must’ve seen me getting out of the car from his bedroom window and rushed down. I doubt there’s much else that could get him down here in such a hurry.
“Your room. Now. We need to keep this just between us. No one else can know.” I say, and he doesn’t argue. The urgency in my voice goes unquestioned.
“Come on, then.”
My best friend practically drags me through his house, though he really doesn’t need to. I’ve been in here enough times to know my own way around by heart.
“Hello, Joseph. Are you staying fo-” His mother tries to greet me from the kitchen as we pass. Tries and fails.
I’m dragged out of sight, and up the stairs to her son’s bedroom before she can even finish her question.
Inside, with the door shut and locked behind us, we have all the privacy we could need. As such, he shoves me down onto the beanbag in the corner of the room, and towers over me as he says. “Alright then, out with it. Where were you? Who was that?”
A big, fat grin splits my face. “Do you remember our conversation during lunch today?”
“Lunch…” He scrunches up his face in thought, then it dawns on him.
The car. There’s only one like it he’s ever seen. One, at school to pick a certain someone up.
His expression betrays the exact moment he realises what I’m referring to. His eyes widen, and his jaw drops.
“No way… You can’t be serious. You’re messing with me.”
He shakes his head. Firmly in denial. I can’t blame him either. If I were in his place, I would be sure as hell that I was up to no good. It would’ve had to be some strange misunderstanding. What else could possibly explain it?
“Here, look at this.”
I take out my phone, pull up the pictures I took and pass it to him.
His face goes white. He stumbles back. The back of his legs hit his bed, forcing him to sit.
“What the fuck, MAN! Did you have sex with Bridget? Oh, you’re so dead when Derek finds out.”
“No, of course not. Nothing like that” I laugh as if that’s an absurd prospect, messing with him for the fun of it. “I just ate her out. Gave her an orgasm too. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m rather good at it.”
I’m on top of the world right now, and riding that high for all it’s worth. There’s nothing like a little bragging to my best friend to make an amazing day even better. Amazing, but strange. Speaking of which…
“There’s more too.”
“More?” He laughs. “How can there be more? What, did you lose your virginity to a supermodel on your drive here?”
“So, the thing is…” I tell him everything.
I don’t hesitate. I don’t leave anything out.
EVERYTHING.
With how close he and I are, there’s no world in which I wouldn’t. Maybe that’s a foolish idea. Maybe I should keep it all to myself, but that’s not who I am.