"Hey honey!" I smiled, hearing my mom's voice on the phone. Man, barely two weeks back at school and I was already somewhat homesick. Ok, so I was missing home and making love with Mr. Harding, but I pushed that out of my mind as I chatted up my mom.
"So honey, we're going to come up and visit this weekend!"
Wait; what?
"Mom?"
"Yeah honey! We've been meaning to get up to Boston with Dennis to look at colleges anyways, so we figured we'd do it now and squeeze in some visiting time while we're at it! How does that sound?"
I fumbled, thrown off for minute, before catching myself and shaking my head. “Oh, um, yeah! Sounds great!"
Actually, a little taste of home did sound good just then, even if wasn't going to involve some naughty time with my hunky, older neighbor.
"Oh, and Chelsea, I almost forgot! Jake Harding apparently has some business up that way as well next weekend, so he’ll be in town too! You get the whole neighborhood for a visit!"
Instantly, I felt my whole body clench up, feeling a surge of giddy, girly excitement bubbling up inside of me.
Oh my GOD; JAKE was coming here!? For real?!
I pushed the fact that Lenore was coming too out of my head and focused on Jake instead. Besides, so what if she was coming? I had after all, sunk my tight little slit down on Mr. Harding’s big cock right at the dinner table in front of my family and his wife back home, and we’d actually gotten away with it!
I felt a quick pang of guilt then as I thought about it. Ok, I knew it what we were doing was so wrong. I knew it was wrong, but that didn’t mean I could help it. I couldn’t simply deny how hot Jake made me, or how I felt around him. I knew perfectly well how it would look to an outsider - the innocent, young girl getting caught up in her schoolgirl crush on the older man who should know better. But without hesitation, I knew it was more than that, for both of us. After all, I’d known Mr. Harding for my entire life, from even before I’d developed a big crush on him, and I knew he was a bigger, better man than that.
I wasn’t going to go off the deep end and go off thinking he was in love with me or anything just because I’d let him take my virginity. But I did know without a doubt that it was much more than just naughty, fun sex; for both of us.
I barely remember getting off the phone with my mom I was so excited to see Jake; come what may. Even if I couldn’t see him in the way I really wanted to, the weekend still couldn’t come fast enough!
Chapter 16:
Jake
Seeing Chelsea again was like taking a breath of fresh air after being underground, or stretching after sitting on a cramped airplane or something. I’d been sitting there in the restaurant near the hotel her family was staying at making small talk with Mike and trying not to feel like an utter piece of shit for the smiling at him while thinking horrible dirty things about his daughter. But that all went away as soon as she stepped into the place and as soon as I saw her whole face light up.
Fuck, it’d only been eleven days, but just seeing her had my whole damn body buzzing with adrenaline, as if just being near her got me aroused.
"Long time no see, huh Chelsea?" I said, stepping forward after her parents hugged her. With them and brother smiling behind me, I grinned wolfishly at her, my eyes saying everything I couldn't out loud as I took her in. She melted into my chest as I hugged her, already feeling my body begin to respond to her presence.
I gave her a hard, lingering look, with a hungry grin on my face before turning back to the table and moving back to my chair.
I saw her smirk as she realized her seat was in between her mom’s and mine, knowing she was thinking back to our last dinner together when she’d secretly fucked me right there at the table with her whole damn family and my date present. I winked sly at her, remembering how she’d trembled and creamed as my thick cock had unloaded my full load of cum right up into her unprotected pussy. Somehow, at a round table in the middle of a crowded restaurant, I didn't think that was going to be happening tonight.
Even without the illicit table-side fun though, I was loving being around her like this, even if it was just eating a meal together out at a restaurant. Ok, I knew it wasn't actually a date, and knew I was being a fucking idiot for even thinking like that, but there were enough elements of the fantasy there where I could at least half pretend.
We all made the usual small-talk; classes, how cold it was up here, which campuses a very bored-looking Dennis was going to be touring over the weekend, and even some inquiries about Karen. That last one was a little strange because I’d honestly never even called her again after that dinner, as much as Sarah kept trying to make it happen.
We'd all taken our time ordering, and after we did, Chelsea excused herself for the bathroom. I jumped a little as I felt a hand on my knee, giving me just the briefest of squeezes before sliding off my leg. I turned, surprised, to see her giving me the world’s most covert wink before she stood, folded her napkin on the table, and walked away.
"I, uh, I need to go too actually." The second I said it, I froze, suddenly realizing how suspicious that was.
Wait, no it's not; I thought, rolling my eyes to myself at how paranoid that sounded. Looking around at her smiling family, I realized that they still saw her as their little girl; their sweet little Chelsea. That I was secretly having unprotected, forbidden naughty sex with best friend’s daughter - my young, barely legal, totally off limits daughter - was probably the single last thought any of them would ever have.
Fuck, hopefully the last thought they’d ever have.
I stood and hurriedly made my way to the back of the restaurant.
I frowned, not seeing her by the bathrooms as I’d sort of expected to, before the suddenly the women’s room door flew open, and she came crashing into my arms. And then she was moaning as I pulled her tightly to me, and kissed her mouth with my own. She melted into me, before gasping as I yanked us into the men’s room and quickly moved into one of the stalls.
I’m not saying it was the world’s most romantic spot, but it’s not like I had the luxury of groping her and making out with here in the hallway, where her parents could walk in on us.