father knows b e s t [ mintie && tyr ]

[detox__]

OH he treats me with respect, he says he loves me all the time. It seemed that every, or majority of the time, time they had sex this song began playing in her head. Maybe it was the words of the song that left her putting it on repeat when she came up from the sex unsatisfied, though judging by the panting and the way her boyfriend's chest rose and fell, he'd obviously. . Enjoyed it, greatly. He calls me fifteen times a day, he likes to make sure that I'm fine. Full lips parted as she breathed out gently, the young woman shifted her fingers up and through her dark colored hair to get it away from her eyes. Warm toned skin granted due to heritage, Loraina smiled gently at her boyfriend as he regained his natural breathing habits, closing her eyes softly. You know I've never met a man, who's made me feel quite so secure. He's not like all them other boys, they're all so dumb and immature. " You know you didn't do what you promised you would, " What he'd promised? Well, what he'd promised that he would try to do was to grab her hair a bit, and if he couldn't do that much, at least grope at her body a little bit.

But no, her boyfriend was. . Soft and affectionate during sex, and that was fine. . But all the time? Could she get a new scoop in the flavor of sex? There's just one thing, that's getting in the way. When we go up to bed, you're just no good, it's such a shame. Normally, and this time too, she had faked an orgasm for the sake of keeping her boyfriend's ego up, generally having to go back and finish herself off when he either went to work or when she took a shower by herself. I look into your eyes, I want to get to know you. And then you make this noise, and it's apparent it's all over. Light brown eyes contrasting wonderfully with her dark locks of hair, kissing his cheek gently when the expression on his face seemed a bit distraught, " Maybe next time? " Or the time after that, and after that, and after that. Please, she knew that going off to college meant new experiences, or rather it meant she wouldn't be able to see her boyfriend as much as either of them would like. And though she cared for him, dearly, she wanted to look forward to having sex with him when she got the chances.

And then she found herself inwardly scolding, shaking her head for a moment as she turned her curvy frame onto her side, the light colored sheet loosely on her frame though just loose enough to evidently show the curve of her body. Was it so wrong for an attractive young girl to want occasionally mind blowing sex? Sex that she didn't have to fake an orgasm in, no, sex that she could have MULTIPLE orgasms in? There went another bit of scolding, because Jimmy was absolutely sweet to her, and they had been together for quite some time. He'd blossom eventually, right?

 

[Tyr]

Jimmy had first seen Loraina almost two years ago, and even then she’d taken his breath away. That smile, that twinkle in her eye had gotten his attention, but so too had that smoking hot body of hers. Back then he realized he was still an awkward boy the words, never quite in the right order or tone. Still she’d smiled at him when he’d first approached her and not laughed at his initial corny introduction, and with that he knew deep down that he was in love. Well love as any 16 year old young male could know, whose body was immersed in raging hormones. Still he’d done the honorable thin, taken his time, placed her on a pedestal, treated her like his queen, and he’d been rewarded in the end. Now she had been her girlfriend for over a year, the perfect couple, and the envy of all their friends. Now eighteen, almost 5'10" and lanky he was coming into his own. His disheveled long dirty blond hair, puppy dog like blue eyes, gave him that youthful and innocent look, as he listened to Loraina's small displeasure with his lack of compliance with her request.

Lately though things have been a little off. Jimmy couldn’t put his finger on it, but Loraina seemed to want something else or something more from him, she kept prodding and pushing him to say and do things when they were alone. He found himself bothered and disturbed, as they weren’t the kind of things that should be said or done around a good girl like Loraina, or in fact any decent woman. In some way it reminded him of the things he’d heard coming from his father’s bedroom over the years, as his father was obviously engaged in indecent, crude and lewd activities with women whom he knew or dated. Mother had been gone since the time Jimmy was twelve and none of these women could be his mother or even his father’s wife if they said and allowed such vulgar things to be done to them. Loraina was a respectable girl, and even if she was hinting at things, it was better to blunt those things than to allow her to engage in such questionable behavior that she would regret later. She’d understand and thank him later, he just knew it.

Umm … I’m sorry I just got carried away, and forgot. I … just … just don’t want to treat you like my father does the women he’s with. I’ve heard it, they’re so loud and the things he says and they say are so crude and vulgar. I mean it’s like he doesn’t care about them, he’s just using them for his own sexual gratification, I mean it’s not right.

Jimmy reaches out and caresses her cheek, gently and lovingly with nothing but care and concern as he tries to explain his reluctance to engage in such inappropriate behavior. Loraina was better than that, she was his princess, he was her knight and he needed to protect her, from all the evils of the world. His mother had brought him up right, and you just didn’t say those or even do those kind of things around a woman, especially one you care about, like he did for Loraina. The words and what he assumed from the sounds was abhorrent actions that echoed from his father’s bedroom. How in this day and age a woman would find such behavior or conduct acceptable was beyond him, we weren’t cavemen anymore. And at times Jimmy found it difficult to reconcile his father as a decent, in stern man, who raised him all alone these years, with the degradation of women and filth his father seemed in enjoy in privacy. His mother would have endured for a moment this disgusting behavior he seemed to be more and more engaged in of late, or at that's what Jimmy thought.

I just … don’t … you’re special and I don’t want to hurt you.

 

[detox__]

Maybe, just maybe, the reason she scolded herself when she occasionally brought up the things she sometimes wished her boyfriend would do when they had sex was because she knew she was lucky. She'd been in a relationship with him for quite a while, and was happy in other areas of the relationship, so she should be thankful, hm? She should be happy that he even wanted to have sex, right? Even if it was occasionally, or rather majority of the time, vanilla. Loraina had been dealing with it for all this time, hadn't she, so no need to push him beyond his limits. Bright colored eyes examining the change in expressions on his face when he took note what she had said, it seemed as though he was building up to say something, only to have her thoughts confirmed. Of course his reasons were accepted, or rather the earlier part was, quirking a brow up just slightly when he mentioned his father out of the blue, something she hadn't expected as she listened to him explain why he couldn't be a little rough with her every now and then.

In her mind, the young woman couldn't help but picture the usual image she saw of her boyfriend's father, and the image didn't quite match up to what Jimmy had said. However, there was an odd drive in her that found that to be. . Exciting. Maybe it was because his father didn't outwardly appear to be in such a way, but apparently it was a different story in the bedroom, blinking softly and shifting her legs slightly, the dark haired girl found her thighs to be oddly warm. Smiling softly when his hand settled onto her cheek, her thoughts had been a bit flustered as she stared over at him, hoping he hadn't said too much between what she was thinking as she had been spacing out quite a bit. Crude and vulgar. . She wasn't asking for that much from Jimmy, just a little roughness here and there was all she occasionally asked the sweethearted male for. Maybe that was too much to ask from him?

Moving to let her body press gently against him, her pretty face closed the distance between his before murmuring, " Always looking out for me. " And she was grateful for that much, kissing him softly to add to her thank you, while her own hand ventured through his mess of blonde hair that she oddly enough happened to be a fan of.

 

[Tyr]

Loraina was such a gentle creature, and she showed it, Jimmy thought as she responded positively to his concerns and feelings. They had empathy and understanding of each other, that made Jimmy just love her more. There was no need in his mind to sully something so pure and positive with such dark and loathsome activities. Yes, there may have been some sexual gratification and yearn in everyone, but he knew it was wrong. That his father obviously reveled in such illicit behavior didn’t mean he had to; he wouldn't tarnish their relationship with such activity. Plus deep down he was afraid to engage in such activities fearing Loraina would in the end reject him, and cast him off if he were to do it.

So he returned the gentle kiss, accepting and savoring the intimacy that came from it. Jimmy like many young men, though he presented a strong macho front, was always worried and concerned what other thought of him especially his girlfriend. He wasn’t willing to reveal too many of his fears, as he felt that those around him would laugh and ridicule him. Luckily for him, Loraina had shown and accepted his sensitive side, and often bolstered his self image, with a comment or smile. Jimmy knew his father exuded confidence and held himself in such a manner than no one could doubt he was his own man, a strong willed individual, something Jimmy was a bit jealous of.

I am always here for you, you know that. I just know that you’re too good to be that kind of girl, that’s all.

He enjoyed this alone time with her, when they shared and confided in each other. Their bodies entwined after making love. She seemed to understand when he came quickly it was just his enthusiasm for being with her, plus she seemed to enjoy it as much and as quickly as he did.

Hey I got to be going soon, I got to get to work.

Jimmy had a summer job at a local grocery store; he was doing to earn extra money for college, something his father was requiring of him, otherwise, he would have loved to have the whole summer off.

 

[detox__]

It was the way the situation had presented itself that she was trying to make reasoning about it. Her boyfriend was apparently at a complex in regards to doing what his father did, and quite frankly she wasn't asking him to do what his father did. She wasn't asking for him to choke her out or anything, she was just asking for a little bit more every now and then. Personal needs, considerably, that she had to slide under the rug quite often, but perhaps that was the way most women dealt with it when they were in a relationship with someone they loved? Loraina wasn't the type to pull out the 'If you Loved me' card, because she found it a bit, well, childish. Not to say she hadn't used it when occasionally picking with Jimmy, but normally with a simple pout and a disregard to his respondant puppy dog eyes, she could win in an 'argument' if she so sincerely chose to. But this ongoing, silent war seemed to end in Jimmy's mind when he had put out his explanation, but it would continue in her head, perhaps until she got what she wanted.

Was that a spoiled attribute she was hearing play out in her head? Dark hair making a soft pool for her head as she had stolen space to be near to him, sharing his pillow, her eyes again roamed his face when he stated that she was too good to be 'that kind of girl'. What in the world did- " That kind of girl? " She repeated, curiously raising a brow upward, fingers again sliding through his hair out of habit as he stated that he had to be leaving soon. She knew he had to work, eyes carefully looking over him to view his nightstand. Alright, so he did have to leave soon, but she wasn't going to let him leave without explaining, one of her smooth legs sliding in between his, hand sliding away from his hair and down his neck, fingertips grazing the skin of his neck. " What is that kind of girl Jimmy? " She wasn't aiming to make him afraid with the question, however she was curious to know his description of the women his father slept with. His description of what she certainly wasn't.

 

[Tyr]

Jimmy was a little surprised when Loraina pressed the matter a little further, and more because he was concerned about the specifics, and he found it embarrassing discussing his father’s sexual habits. So rather than say anything specific, as some of the language was very inappropriate around somebody like Loraina he found himself trying to say it in a circumspect way.

Well you know … a good girl.

He didn’t say like his mother, but he did think it. A guy might want or lust after one of those slutty girls, but in the end you had to take the good girl home to your mother, and even if his mother was dead, he knew it was the right thing to do.

A good girl, the kind that you treat like an equal, you respect, and care for. Not the kind that does and says those kinds of things, and is just there for well you know.

It wasn’t like the walls in the house were insulated, or he hadn’t come back early on a few occassions and heard his father and these women. The words they both spoke, back and forth would have made a sailor blush, and Jimmy couldn’t tell Loraina. Nor could he tell her how he used sit there listening and masturbating, she’d freak out, she’d think he was a sick pervert. So he held his tongue knowing that such thoughts and actions weren’t right. He really wanted to leave, this whole conversation was making him nervous, but he stayed a little longer, not wanting to upset Loraina.

 

[detox__]

There were so many things that the young couple had to discuss with one another, more specifically because of the pent up frustration she was having during their sex. She knew he grew wonderfully excited during sex, so wonderfully excited that he orgasmed quickly without actually realizing that maybe she hadn't come and maybe what he was experiencing wasn't exactly her climax. Though, her sweet, overwhelmed boyfriend had never bothered asking and she didn't grow angry at him for it, it was just a matter of having things at home that could fix the problem for her. It was merely that just once, now in their latter sex life, that he would be experimental with her. Just once. Maybe if she pressed the subject a little bit more?

Smiling gently when he called her a 'good girl', apparently the women his father bedded weren't in the slightest near those words. Though, and this had been Loraina's thinking ever since he brought it up, that maybe his father had driven the women to wonderfully enjoying themselves to the point that their banter came out raw and dirty. Despite his son being in the next room, maybe his father assumed that his son was as quiet as he was and then had turned out like him in bed. From what she had heard, and her knowledge of her own boyfriend, just the sound of that would be. . Wonderful. Sweet, kind hearted, but a bit rough on the occasion in bed. Biting her bottom lip and shifting her legs together slightly, her hand gently slid away from the back of his neck when he somehow couldn't seem to say the word 'slutty', or anything exact in regards to what his father did in the privacy.

Maybe his father did respect those women. Maybe those women asked for the dirty talking and the rude, crude, and socially unacceptable things he did in the privacy of his bedroom. It just so happened that his son had been around to hear those things. Wait a minute. . Did that make her less than a 'good girl', if she craved those things? " Alright, " She said softly, offering him a smile and sitting up carefully, more so because she knew if she didn't let him start to get ready, he would be late, " You're going to be late. " Pretty eyes venturing over her shoulder at him, her dark hair fell over the smooth skin of her back, carefully adjusting the blanket over her chest; No need to give, if anyone were to walk in on them, the full view, so to speak.

 

[Tyr]

Jimmy felt the matter to be resolved and that Loraina understood what he meant, as clearly she wasn’t that type of girl. Not that on some primal level he might not be interested in a girl like that, but it would only be to fuck, it wasn’t the kind of girl you would take home to your parents. There had been several of the women that dad had been with that even if older than him, he'd found himself fantasying about. Still he admonished himself for such thoughts and gave her a last slow tender kiss, which really did wash away such inappropriate images. Pushing up on his elbow, he moved to roll off the bed, and take a quick shower, washing away the smell of sex, before he headed off to work.

The shower had to be quick he was already late, so he quickly doused himself, soaped and dried in a matter of minutes. Grabbing clothes, he yanked on jeans and a shirt, before leaning over the bed, giving her a last quick kiss, and dashing out the bedroom door. He was down the stairs and out the door, when he saw his dad coming up the path.

Hey dad, Loraina was over studying with me, she was tired so she crashed on my bed, I shut the door to give her some privacy.

Jimmy suspected his dad knew he was having sex, but he wasn’t going to flaunt it, or embarrass Loraina by telling dad. Quickly enough he was off and down the road, speeding a bit to make up for some lost time, because he had dallied.

John nodded his head as his son sped by, know full well he was late, as he usually was. Sometime he wondered if his son would ever learn to be completely responsible. John turned back to the front door, looking once back over his 6’1” frame at his departing son and smiling. The kid was a good kid he thought, just a little lackadaisical sometimes. Rather than disturb his son’s girlfriend, he headed to his office downstairs, to work on a few last things. Even though he was in his mid forties, he was still in good shape, worked out and enjoyed an active lifestyle, though his short cut hair was now becoming peppered with gray. Tossing the mail on the large dark wood desk, he wondered if he should go up and check on his son’s girlfriend, and thought better of it for the moment, and instead sat down at his desk to do some work.

 

[detox__]

There was still an odd warmth she could feel generating from between her thighs, knowing better than to assume she was just getting that way because her arousal was building up due to Jimmy. He hadn't said anything other than apologizing and explaining why he couldn't occasionally treat her in a raw manner, explaining because he didn't want to turn out like his father. His father who apparently was having a wonderful sex life for his age, again shifting in her place only to sit still when he kissed her gently, smiling against his lips to again reassure him that she undestood what he was saying. Sure, she understood, but it didn't mean she liked hearing any of it. Quite frankly, it almost sounded like something of a cop out. Watching him move out of bed and into the bathroom, the dark haired girl let out a soft breath of air and again turned her head toward the clock to silently count the minutes in knowing that her boyfriend was going to be slightly late due to talking to her.

Surely it wasn't that much of a problem, and usually it never was. Not to say she was the reason he was always late. Her boyfriend was just, occasionally a bit scatter brained. That was a quality trait that she found. . Cute, in him to say the least, laughing softly when he came back for another kiss and ran from his room, shaking her head lightly. Loraina leaning back into the bed for a moment, she heard the door close, though she hadn't heard it open again when his father entered the house, closing her eyes for a moment. Loud and crude and vulgar. . And being used. . Why were those words ringing in her head, her hand carefully venturing down the smooth skin of her stomach, only to open her eyes and sit up again. What was she thinking?

Blinking quickly, she sat up and knew she should probably take a shower to clear her thoughts a bit. Yeah, that would be good for her. A nice hot shower to clear her thoughts. Standing up with a nod of her head, Loraina moved her nude body out from the bedroom and slid quietly into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and starting the shower up within a few minutes of being there. She had to get the thought of her boyfriend's father out of her thoughts. She had to remind herself that her boyfriend was probably just uncomfortable about exploring new things and that she would have to try and fix that. Fifteen minutes after finishing her shower, the female stood in the bathroom in a towel, scolding herself slightly as the only bit of clothing here was someone's shirt; Her boyfriend's? Or his father's? Deciding to avoid putting on the shirt and having someone mad at her, Loraina moved carefully from the bathroom back toward her boyfriend's room.

 

[Tyr]

John paid a few bills, answered some personal email, and cruised the Internet for a few minutes, till he was done with all the trivial things he had to do. He hadn’t heard the shower or water running, but wasn’t a surprise given the location of upstairs guest bathroom and his office. Since his son had that early evening shift, he wouldn’t be back for a long time, he thought he might check on his son’s girlfriend, and make sure she was okay. John sometimes wondered how his sometimes unenergetic son, got such a sexy thing for a girlfriend, oh well another mystery of the universe. John wasn’t sure if she lived on her own, or with her parents, so he figured it was better to check up on her, just in case. Cleaning off the top of his desk, he got up, and made his way up the stairs to his son’s room.

He was caught off guard when the little towel-clad nymph came out of the bathroom into the hall. The two of them almost tripped into each other but instead lightly collided, as he instinctually reached out to keep her from falling, when he bumped into her with his momentum. Both of his large hands briefly grip her about the arm and shoulder.

Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in the bathroom. Jimmy just said you might be taking a nap.

His deep resonating voice rumbles out of his large upper torso. John was a very successful local businessman, who often spoke in front of groups and his voice easily carried and had that assured commanding tone to it.

Nothing about his touch was sexual it was simply a reaction to an unexpected minor collision. So just as quickly as he reached out, his strong hands withdrew, though his eyes didn’t. Never having really seen the girl but a few times in casual passing, this was his first opportunity to really see more of her than he had before and what he saw was very pleasing to the eyes.

 

[detox__]

Her mind had been taking every route to avoid thinking about her boyfriend's father, wet hair pulled away from her face and sticking to her back lightly, brown eyes growing wide when she found herself accidently bumping into the older man. Feeling her body shift slightly, only to have his hands grip her to keep her from falling to the ground, Loraina took a moment to note that his hands were large. Masculine and large. Christ Loraina. Her cheeks at a soft pink color, she knew that upon initial thought it would be because she had just almost crashed into the large man before her, shaking her head when he apologized, " Ah- It's alright, " Pausing for a moment when he stated that Jimmy told him she was taking a nap, obviously he hadn't been informed that she had stayed the night with his son, rolling her eyes softly, " A nap? " Right. A nap. Thanks for that one Jimmy.

Well shit. This was a bit unfortunate, standing here in a towel because she had been taking a NAP in her boyfriend's bed. Right. She was going to kill Jimmy for that one. Biting her bottom lip softly, her eyes ventured along the floor, unnoticing to the man taking her body into perspective, " I'm sorry. I'll just go and get dressed, and leave. " She apologized, and whether it be because Jimmy had lied or because she had crashed into him, she wouldn't admit outloud, carefully attempting to move around the large man who blocked the majority of the hallway.


ooc : short.
wah.

 

[Tyr]

John drops his hands, but didn’t immediately pull back as the girl seemed to stumble with her words. He wasn’t exactly sure why he caught her off guard, but if he had to guess, Jimmy might not have exactly been forth coming. Not that he would have told his father what he’d been up to either at that age. John didn’t immediately realize he was blocking her path, and for a moment thought something a man shouldn’t about his son’s girlfriend.

Don’t rush on my part, I didn’t mean to scare you off. If you want to go back to taking a nap, you are welcome, I don’t mind. With Jimmy and I being only guys, it’s nice to have a woman around, plus you are much easy on the eyes than either of us.

He notices that she’s inspecting the floor and not looking directly at him, which he took to mean a sign of guilt, but did give him a little more time for to take in her natural beauty. John did wonder if they were sexually active, and if Jimmy was taking care of such a sexy young thing. It really was none of his business, even if he wondered what she looked like beneath that towel. Noticing the way she rolled her eyes at the word nap, he presses her, as he would have any employee or person when he suspected subterfuge.

Didn’t take a nap did you?

Why he chose to confronted her he didn’t know, maybe he just didn’t like being lied to. Not that she was really lying, but she was obviously guilty of something. The tone was the same he would use when he wanted an answer, the tone commanding, as he watched and waited for her response.

[No problem, sometime my posts are short too.]

 

[detox__]

Her mind was bluring just slightly now, because of her supposed 'nap', only suspecting that Jimmy had given him some long drawn out reason as to why she was napping in the first place. If she was napping then she wouldn't have needed to take a shower to get the smell of sex off her body, correct? But he hadn't necessarily been aware of them having sex, but maybe he didn't want to be aware of his son having sex. . Please, maybe Jimmy just didn't want his father to even be slightly aware, and if he was, he was going to avoid it completely. She knew Jimmy sometimes was a bit awkward as far as sexual things went, but to lie and say why she was here was because she had taken a nap doing whatever? Come on Jimmy.

Looking up at him again when he stated that he didn't want to rush her away just because she knew he was here, biting softly on the full flesh of her bottom lip only to find herself smiling at the compliment he granted her at the end of his words. " Thank you. " Wait a minute, did he just try to flirt with her? Hadn't her boyfriend said, but of course not in so many words, that his father didn't venture out of his range in women and only went for women who weren't as 'good' as she was. Whatever that meant anyway. The eighteen year old looking up carefully, with the procision that a lot of girls chose to use when looking someone over, he was a handsome man to say the least, and easily taller than she was at five four or so.

Then again, a lot of people were taller than her, however maybe it was the way that everything about him screamed power that caused her skin to again heat up in ways it shouldn't. Tilting her head when he asked if she hadn't necessarily been here for whatever reason and taken a nap, quite frankly in a way that something of startled her. Light browns again looking up to the male, she shook her head softly, " Not in the slightest. " Sure, she had napped through the night, but that wasn't exactly a truthful thing for Jimmy to have said.

 

[Tyr]

Flirting came natural to John, and he really gave it nor more thought than he did tying his shoes. Why, because he enjoyed the interplay of words and the found the whole process to be fun. Plus you never knew what you might find, or who might be hidden beneath that shy, professional demeanor. Some of his most fun encounters, came not from some wild girl at the club or bar, but those clean cut good girl who was librarian, or lawyer or professional, the kind you would never expect but underneath those conservative attires, where little wanton sluts.

So even if he had no illicit thoughts initially about the girl, what he said and did, just came naturally as part of his personality. That he pressed her for more information, a little more than might have been appropriate, really was just his nature. So when she confessed, that she hadn’t napped in the slightest, it was almost a challenge to inquire further, and John was always up for a challenge.

Well, dare I ask or inquiry as to what the both of you might have been doing in my house?

John was a little surprised, Jimmy was a good kid, but came across as a bit of a momma’s boy. Still he probably wasn’t the type to push or prod a girl into his bed, which might mean this one was the instigator. Still it was good to know that he was probably getting some, and maybe she’d help Jimmy build his confidence, he could use it. How far had they gone John wondered, as he stood there looking down at the sexy young girl?

 

[detox__]

Maybe her mind was overthinking this situation, hoping he sincerely wasn't mad if his mind let him figure out what exactly she and her son had been doing. Why exactly she'd taken a shower, not because of some nap. Sure, if she'd have spent the night and they hadn't have had sex, she'd still be taking a shower, but to say that they had taken a nap wasn't entirely accurate or right in her eyes. It left the both of them blindsighted, or more so just her. Curvy frame still held by the now wet cotton towel, taking a moment to let her fingers subconsciously move across the soft skin of her thighs, the other making sure the top of the towel was tucked carefully to avoid any accidents. Looking up at him when he bothered asking just what she and her son might have been doing in his house while she was away, she almost couldn't believe he had literally asked. Did she really have to say?

Honestly? Was he really going to make her say it. Maybe she had grown so used to Jimmy being awkward about things like this that she had lost a bit of what it was like to actually have a conversation about what they'd done, however she knew better than to underestimate her boyfriend's father. If what Jimmy had said was true, and that he was a bit of the ravaging sort in the bedroom, then she wasn't going to think of him as entirely wholesome. Then again, she wasn't entirely wholesome herself if she'd had to take a shower to stop thinking about what his father did in his- Dammit there it went again. " Sex, we had sex. In your house, in his room. " Well that was plain and simple, easy to blurt out when she looked up at him again, pulling her hair up carefully using the wet hair tie on her wrist.

" I'm sorry. . We were studying and I. . I got tired of studying. "

 

[Tyr]

John was just enjoying himself, amused by the obvious discomfort and consternation that he was causing the young woman. If for no reason to drag out the conversation, but maybe also to enjoy the view of the sexy young thing standing their but inches away barely covered in her towel, was reason enough. Though she didn’t admit to any illicit acts, he wasn’t surprised, denying was always a time-honored strategy. Still they had obviously been up to something, even if it was nothing more than a serious make-out session, and if he were to guess, he figured they were up to more than that.

Yeah, I bet you are a good student at learning, though I don’t think I’d get tired of studying with you. So what did you learn today?

John continued to have fun with his son’s girlfriend, and for some reason he found himself wanting to cross the line, and engage in activities one shouldn’t be engaged in with their offspring’s companion. So even as he continued to enjoy the view, he tried to suppress the most inappropriate thoughts that began to form. What he would give to be that that young again, and have the experience he now had. There were so many lost and spoiled opportunities that he wasted when he was younger, if he’d only known then what he knew now. Unfortunately that was the definition of youth, and Jimmy seemed to personify it with his carefree attitude, in John’s opinion.

Oh and if you ever need to further education, just let me know, I’m a good teacher.

John’s comment though ambiguous did have many meanings as he was about to turn and leave. As much as he was enjoying the flirtatious exchange of words, and thoughts of engaging the young thing in a very adult fashion, it wouldn’t do anything but cause problems if he were to, so he began to think the best thing was to withdraw, before she became upset with his behavior. Still he delayed just for a moment longer finding it difficult to leave.

 

[detox__]

Although she hadn't been telling a lie, she hated that it gave the knowledge that she'd probably been the initial instigator of their events. His son was a bit of a stiff, and if he wasn't entirely pent up in his sexual frustration, he wouldn't act on his urges in the way that she would, again something else she'd noticed about him. Eyes again looking up at him when he stated that he bet she was a good student in learning, and that he wouldn't dare get tired of studying with her, her arms folded over her chest gently with a raised brow. Why did it sound like he was saying more than what he was saying?

Pretty eyes narrowed softly when he asked what they had learned today, at this point she knew he was just picking with her just to do it, asking questions like those when such a mature man obviously knew the answers. Was he getting enjoyment out of this? Or was it just the way the man worked, or was he really, truly clueless? No, he wasn't clueless, Loraina knew he was intelligent. Though his latter comments caused her expression to change again, biting onto the soft flesh of her bottom lip when he mentioned futhering her education. Perhaps this was an opportunity that presented itself because of what had happened in regards to the lack there of excitement in Jimmy's sex, or Jimmy's sex drive for that matter.

Noticing the open space he'd left for her in shifting slightly in the hallway, the dark haired girl let her eyes again move across the man's face, something encouraging her to do what happened next. Carefully moving past him, in doing so, the eighteen year old's firm rear rubbed against his crotch, speaking in her soft tone, " I've always liked being ahead, " Pausing as she moved toward his son's room, she glanced over her shoulder at him before adding, " And we were studying anatomy. " Considerably, they were studying anatomy. Just not in the orthadox fashion.

 

[Tyr]

John was about to turn and leave, when the girl made her move to head to his son’s room. The wicked little thing brushed by him, with as far as he could determine was an intentional act to rouse his attention. Prior to this everything had been supposition and innuendo from a solely verbal exchange. The sexy young thing in John’s opinion had taken it to another level, and by adding the comment about anatomy made it clear she knew exactly what game she was playing. Now if this was some girl he’d met at work or a bar, he was sure of what he would have done next, but this was his son’s girlfriend, which caused him to pause.

While she moved toward his son’s room, he thought about it, why shouldn’t he? She was over eighteen, and of legal age and able to make her own decisions. In a bar or at work, he wouldn’t have worried if the girl was dating someone, that was her problem. If the guy wasn’t keeping his girl happy at home, it wasn’t his fault. So probably not the wisest decision in his life, but one that was more carnal and base in nature, he comment back.

Well if you ever in need of the advanced class you know where to find me. I promise to work you hard, I’m a real taskmaster when it comes to my students, but I bet you’ll be an A student in no time.

With a half smile half smirk he watched her sashay down the hallway to the bedroom in nothing but a towel. Shaking his head for a moment, he turns and prepares to make his way back down to the office, he feels a stirring in his pants, the first sign the young thing was having an effect on him.

 

[detox__]

Quite frankly, she knew what she was starting up and she knew what the possibilities and repercussion could be. However, this older man obviously had a lot of knowledge in what she wished Jimmy knew more about, somewhat saddened that it hadn't been genetic. Or maybe it had and she had been painfully unaware this entire time. That, probably wasn't the truth in the matter at all, the female knowing that if either of them were to go through with what had obviously been set on the table between the two of them, they knew the consequences and she would probably be the youngest woman he'd ever had his hands on.

If he got his hands on her and took the opportunity anyway. She knew he was thinking about it just as she was thinking about it, but there were other parts of her body calling and begging with her to again push into his offer, his words ringing out into her head when he stated that he would work her hard and that she would easily be an A student. Even the words were more than Jimmy would ever do, and perhaps that was the excitement that left her in a faint shiver softly, pulling her hair up into a loose bun, her hands carefully slid the pair of soft pink colored boy shorts up her lower half.

Her back to the door, the dark haired girl carefully clasped her bra behind her back and again her mind ventured toward what exactly she wanted if she were to fall into this 'studying' session with Jimmy's father.

 

[Tyr]

John turned leaving the young woman as she retreated to his son’s bedroom. As much as he wanted to push her against the hallway wall, and have his hand slide over her body, such would have only caused undo problems if it wasn’t her desire. So the fantasy of his taking slowly diminished as he navigated the steps down to the main floor of the house. John makes his way to his office, just off the hallway on the lower floor. The room had a large desk, with large leather chair, a couch against one wall, and several chairs on the opposite side of the desk, built in bookshelves along one wall. The room had a window but the blind were partially closed to keep the sun from glaring his computer screen. There was a flat screen television on another wall and the last wall held various framed degrees and awards. Not opulent or garish, the room was elegant and showed that he was far from poor. He makes a slight adjustment to his pants to make it a little easier to sit down at his desk. Even grabbing up a stack of papers, and glancing over them he finds his mind rehashing the encounter in the hall, he did have a momentary sense of guilt that he’d said those things, but it was only momentary. They weren’t married, and if she wanted more, then why shouldn’t he give her more. Either way it brought a smile to his face as he looked down at the papers.

Wearing a pair of slacks and a polo shirt, he tried his best to put the sexy girl out of mind, if for no other reason than it was frustrating. His last girlfriend had been a sexy lawyer that had done some consulting for his business, and had recently been transferred to the other side of the country to take over an office for her firm. They’d been having a serious amount of fun, even if they both knew it wasn’t a permanent situation, so it was disappointing to see her go, but he understood. He thought it might not be a bad idea to get out and see about finding someone else to fulfill his rather strong needs. For the most part he avoided using work as a place to hunt out women willing and able to satisfy his desires. Actually he’d been luck most of his life, though Jimmy would probably never understand that his mother was far more than just the nice, polite woman that raised him, but a real hellion in bed, a dichotomy of personality that thoroughly enriched his life while she lived.

So he read the same page over and over again, as he was finding it hard to truly concentrate on the task at hand.

 

[detox__]

For the sake of something like this happening, the brunette had always been a smart one in regards to spending the night at her boyfriend's house. A change of clothes to say the very least, as fathers weren't known to go through their son's drawers or anything of that nature, she wondered if he was taken a back by the fact that his son was no longer a virgin, or the fact that his son was pulling her. She knew, though wasn't flaunting, that she was an attractive young girl with more curves than some women didn't have who were in their late twenties. She knew she was vibrant and had the ability to get things that she wanted out of certain situations, whether it be by smiling or sending a flirting gesture to someone, it was all in a matter of the person. And this man, who had presented himself as someone she had never truly gotten to know but now wanted to, had picked her interest.

She knew the risks, and if she played her cards right, there wouldn't be any damage caused. Her boyfriend would realize that she was occasionally sexually driven, and if he did come to terms with that, their sex life would change for the better with her taking 'pointers' and 'notes' from his father, right? Her mind was attempting to reassure herself, pulling the pair of black fabric cheer leading shorts up her lower half, the shorts supporting her high school's football team from when she was on the cheerleading squad. Matching dark blue shirt with the school's logo on the front, her bare feet carefully guided her down the stairs to where her boyfriend had often said his dad was busy working or 'there's his office', moving down the hallway silently only to knock gently on the door frame. Her pretty brown eyes moving toward the older man, her curvy frame was begging for him to take her while her words came out as this, " I think I'd like to take you up on that offer. "

 

[Tyr]

The sexy young brunette knocked on the frame of the door leading to his office. She was standing there not only very effectively filling out her cheerleading outfit, but looking at him with eyes that spoke to him of desire and need. So when she verbally gave an affirmative to his offer, it only reinforced what visual cues she was already giving off. He’d also known a few girls who had mentioned when first becoming sexually active having to move on simply because their original boyfriends were either too inexperienced or didn’t match up to their growing sexual appetites once awakened. Interesting John thought, she either had an interest in older men, or Jimmy really wasn’t taking care of business, whichever the reason he really didn’t care, well at least not right now.

Before you step through that doorway young lady and enter my abode, you do so willing and with the full understanding of what is going to happen, do we understand each other? If not then run along and we’ll both act like this conversation never happened. Otherwise step inside my cave, and give me a little twirl and show me a little of what all the boys must be drooling over.

John sat there at his desk confident that the young woman wasn’t going to scurry off, and that he was going to get to know her a lot better. Now his eyes examined her without the least amount of decorum, as they took in her very feminine curves and attributes. He wasn’t jumping up or running over to get her as some eager young man might, rather he was taking his time, and taking control, drawing her in, instead watching her commit to this inappropriate liaison and enjoying it. The face he gave her was neither harsh nor happy, but a neutral wait and see, with a hint of amusement. His hand rises up and gives her the come hither motion, and then a twirl of his index finger to accompany his verbal command of the same.

 

[detox__]

Of course she had desire and need. Sexually frustrated and neglected from what her boyfriend couldn't give her, she knew he had potential, but it was taking him far too long to reach that potential and having sex where she herself wasn't even getting off was absolutely ridiculous. She was tired of waiting for what might not even come, and from what she heard and easily knew, this man could give her exactly what she wanted and more, even possibly showing her ways to influence the way his son thought. Listening to his words easily, the brunette raised a brow slightly as he went over his rules, much like a father would oddly enough. Run along and act as if this never happened? Please. She didn't plan on backing out now, she was far too deep, and far too stuck in her mind that she wanted this.

Yeah, she wanted all of this, and all of him. And she was damn sure that he wanted every bit of her, smirking softly as he instructed her to step inside and give him a 'twirl' just to see what all the boys were looking at. Loraina moving easily into the room, her arms slid away from her chest, easily allowing him to see her curves from the front. Pulling her hair up as she turned and allowed him to examine her from behind, looking over her shoulder before turning around, " Am I up to par enough for you? " She asked, tilting her head with a faint sign of curiosity, before moving toward his desk and leaning forward lightly. This was wrong, and absolutely wrong, both of them knew it was because Jimmy was her boyfriend, not John, but Jimmy. And here she was about to become involved with his father.

 

[Tyr]

John watched at the sexy young nymph did a twirl as instructed, moving into the room. He took that as her implicit acceptance of his proposal, her movement showing a definite degree of confidence in her body. The outfit obviously selected to garner his attention and to fulfill certain obvious male fantasies. The young woman plays it up as she turned and twisted for him, and then leaned over his desk for maximum effect. Where had his son found this sexy minx, truthfully she seemed well out of his league, or at least his experience level. Still his boy had that charming personality and carefree attitude that probably was attractive to girls.

I would say that you are definitely above par. The kind of woman any man would love to fuck. The kind of woman I’m going to fuck.

John stated it directly, not couching his words, because they were moving past the coy games, and into a different arena. To deny what was going to happen or what their needs were was to diminish them. In all his years he’d found being straightforward was almost always the best approach. Boys and girls played games, but men and woman if they were true avoided such immature things. Oh he liked the word play, but in the end you needed to move past that. Very few woman, had he found could or would respect you for very long if you didn’t deal with them in a simple clear-cut fashion. Very much like his take charge personality it just appealed to a certain type of woman.

So was the sex any good today with my son?

John stares right at her, because if she had issue discussing Jimmy or had reservations, than this was a doomed and ill conceived encounter. John was confident having known his son that he was a nice, good kid that probably was tentative at best when it came to sex, and that this girl probably needed or craved a very different kind of touch. Reaching out John pulls her closer to stand in front of him, while he sits in his nice large leather chair. While she talks he runs his large hand up the inside of her leg.

Does he make you cum, when fucks you? Does he really treat you the way you want to be treated?

 

[detox__]

The silent trust that sat between the two of them now would be one that she sincerely hoped lasted outside of this room, truth be told. It would be all too unfortunate for this to crumble and go downhill if in fact his father was the sort to taunt someone who was obviously not doing what he was supposed to be doing in the bedroom. Sure, he was at least sexual toward her, but then again what man wouldn't be as proven right now with her confrontation with his father. Women, or rather this particular young lovely thing right here, were sexual creatures, perhaps more so than men if one were to look at it that way. However, she was at least one of the few who knew what she wanted, considerably her own intuition being what was telling her.

The kind of woman I'm going to fuck. Ringing out in her head like a pleasant warning, Jimmy had never in his life even imagined saying something like that to her, and those were only words on the list of things that Jimmy couldn't even fathom saying to her. Maybe it was something in him that registered that every time a woman had sex, she wanted it to be the soft and delicate variety. . Who the fuck had told him that, she didn't quite know. A gentle bite taken to the soft flesh of her bottom lip, Loraina found herself easily falling into place when he asked her how today's sex was. How to put it, how to put it. " The same exact way it is, every single time, " Pausing as she let out a soft, almost exhausted bit of breath, the female soon added, " We have flat line sex. "

Flat line. That easily explained that the sex was in the shitter. Not literally of course, because Jimmy had his morals and wouldn't know what to do with himself if he didn't. Jimmy was a man who, she felt, was neglecting not only her but himself from good, blood boiling sex. And if he wasn't offering it to her, why not advance to the next best thing? Sure, it was wrong, but that is what made the craving rise through her. Moving toward him now as he pulled her figure closer to his, the young woman watched as his large hand grazed up the smooth skin of her inner thighs, the cool sensation of his touch causing a faint shiver. Then came another question, Loraina staring down at him as he asked if he made her cum when he fucked her. " Jimmy doesn't fuck. " Did he even know how to? " But that's what I want sometimes. . Is to be fucked. " Looking to the male in front of her now as her latter words fell from her lips, it was obvious that this young woman wanted what she had coming to her.