Continuation from Part 1. Please read to get the full experience! Also, I couldn’t get paragraphs to work properly so I apologize if it is a bit of a hard read.
(As I didn’t specify in Part 1: MaryKate is 22 and the lucky boy is 19)
My mind was in a jumble for the rest of the day. My semi didn’t help the situation very much. I chose to stay down with the kids for most of the day, trying to get a grip on my thoughts. Part of me was screaming like a kid on Christmas thinking of the blowjob, the other terrified by its suddenness. I had always assumed that my first experience would be in a bed on top of a girl I had at least taken to dinner.
By the end of the day, I was unsure of how to proceed. Her comment about my parents gave me the assumption that more was to come, but my nervousness convinced me that it was a one off incident. I could barely look MaryKate in the eyes as I signed out on my time sheet. Every time I looked at her face I would blush a bit and get hard thinking about her looking up at me. I started walking back to my car, holding my hat ‘strategically’ over my groin. I was unlocking the passenger side front door to put down my stuff when I heard a low crack and felt my ass burn a little.
“Hey there.” MaryKate spoke out. I turned around patting my ass, surprised at the sudden spanking and voice. When I saw her face, she had an adorable pout.
“Hey.” I responded.
“You’re acting a little kid I caught stealing from the cookie jar. You won’t look at me, you won’t speak to me. Fuck, do you think I am ugly?”
I still wasn’t used to her speaking like that and I took a second to respond, “Well I am still a bit stunned by what happened. I’m sorry if I upset you, but I was kind of embarrassed when I thought about it. And of course you aren’t ugly! I, um, I just kind of didn’t know what to say.”
Her pout quickly turned into a sly smile and she said, “Well that’s what you should have said. A girl like to hear that she is wanted, especially after a jackass cheats on her. We just need to put some confidence in you. Always acting stunned or shy is a quick way to sour the mood. How about this, why don’t we go on a date?”
“Where to?”
“You pick. If it is good enough, I might give you a bonus. Here is my number, text me when you decide. Don’t wait too long or I’ll get mad again.” She spun around and started to walk off. Once again, I was caught staring at her ass. I blushed again and quickly got in my car.
A while later, I was lying in my bed replaying the day over and over again. Before long, my cock was pressed against my shorts. After pressing it through my shorts for a few minutes, I pushed them down to my knees and pulled my shirt up. I gripped my cock with my left hand and played with my nipple a bit as I began to stroke. My breathing increased as I started to get closer. I kept replaying the last moment where she swallowed my cum again and again. Eventually, I erupted on my groin and chest. Shit, that is the best jerk I have ever had.
Later in the night, I jerked off to her mouth one more time, this time lying on the bed heaving until the cum started to drip down onto the sheets. I wiped it up with a tissue and sighed. I started to ponder where to take her. I kept rejecting places because I couldn’t stop wondering if they were good enough for her ‘bonus.’ I crossed off the bowling alley, mall, and local bakery as too cheesy or childish. Eventually, I finally agreed with myself on a classic dinner and movie. Without realizing the time, I texted her my idea and suggested this Saturday. I nodded off while waiting for her response.
When I woke up, I glanced down at my phone and saw a sounds good with a winking emoji. Needless to say, I jerked off my morning wood to spectacular results. When I finished cleaning up, I took my shower and got ready to go to work. I jerked off once more in the shower, before pledging to myself that I wouldn’t do it again until the date. I wanted to be primed and ready if she thought the date was good enough.
Work for the next few days was the same old routine. MaryKate didn’t drag me away for any more escapades, but I couldn’t help from picturing it. My fantasies about fucking the mothers was completely blotted out by this real life chance. Every now and again, she would sit right up next to me. I could feel her ass slightly touching mine, and it sent shivers down my spine. Occasionally, she would also drop her pen and bend over to pick it up. I knew it was on purpose because her knees were barely bent, and her ass was practically next to my face. It took all I could not to touch it. Surprisingly, the children and other counselor didn’t bother me these few days; rather, the whole park seemed more enjoyable to me.
Throughout Friday night and Saturday, I kept giving myself pep talks and provocatively flexing in front of my mirror. Almost as if by doing so, I would sudden put on more muscle and look more handsome. Driving down to her house, I built up as much confidence as I could, to show her that I wasn’t as lame as that first day.
At precisely 7:00 P.M., I arrived in front of her house. More accurately, it was her parent’s house. She had moved back in with her parents for a while, after stripping everything from her now ex-boyfriend’s house. It was a beautiful building in one of the nicest parts of town. My confidence wavered as I walked up to the door. I pressed the ornate doorbell and clutched the small bouquet of roses in my hand with a death grip. Looking at the wonderful house, I felt like I should have worn a tuxedo, not the nice jeans and blue shirt I had worn.
I heard a shuffle of footsteps and the door opened. In front of me stood a huge bear. The man had broad shoulders and stood at least a head over my 5’10” height. He had a trimmed beard and seemed to be piercing my soul as he looking me over.
I gathered my now shattered confidence and told him, “Hello, I am Kevin. I am here to pick up MaryKate.”
Completely shocking me, he put his arm around me and walked me into the living room. He said authoritatively, “I have a few things to talk to you about. My little girl just got out of a bad relationship, and against my best wishes she is already trying to go out. You better have her back at this house by twelve at the latest. If she even so much as sighs when she gets in that door, I’ll string you up. She will be down in a minute.”
“I promise to treat her well, sir.”
“Hmph.”
I sat there uncomfortably, when a short woman came in. I realized this was probably MaryKate’s mother, but that didn’t stop me from seeing her charm. Her figure was almost identical to MaryKate’s and it brought back all the wrong memories. Without showing it much, I shifted the flowers over my groin to hide my growing cock. She smiled and made small talk with me for a few minutes. Her friendliness was a breath of fresh air after the sit down with dad. Her name was Helen and I finally loosened up as she inquired after my interests and future plans.
I heard the clicking of heels coming down the main staircase and I stood up waiting for MaryKate to enter the room. When she came in I nearly dropped the flowers. She was wearing a mid-thigh purple pencil skirt, with a matching top that hugged her slender body tightly. Her tiny breasts were beautifully sticking out. She came up and gave me quick hug, before squeezing my ass out of view of her parents. She grabbed the flowers before I could respond, and brought them into the kitchen. Her mother went and helped her place them in a vase before MaryKate practically dragged me out of the house. She gave both of her parents a huge and then hoped in my car.
“So where are we going first?” She inquired.
“I was thinking of going to the nice Italian restaurant on North Street. I got us reservations. Later, I was thinking of seeing the new romance playing down at the theater.”
“Sounds like fun. I just wish I didn’t have to be home by twelve.” She gave a sly smile and slid down in her seat while waiting for me to arrive at the restaurant. I couldn’t help but look down every now and again at her hiked up skirt. I kept willing it to push up a little farther, but all I kept seeing were white thighs. My cock was not as choosy as me and sprang up enough that it was impossible she didn’t notice. I realized only now that I should have kept jerking off during the week. It would have helped with all of the embarrassing situations up to now.
I pulled up the restaurant and acted like a gentlemen. I pulled open all the doors for her and even her chair. She kept a cute little smile on her face the whole time and I was starting to enjoy the little features in her face more. We kept up some small talk and soon the waiter came to take our orders.
“What would you like?”
As I was about to respond, I suddenly felt something push against my crotch. I looked over at MaryKate and she still had that cute smile on her face. I realized she had put her foot right on my crotch and slowly began to rub it.
“I’ll have ravioli.” I said with as even a voice as I could imagine. The rubbing increased and my cock quickly grew.
“I’ll have the same” She said completely normal. The waiter began walking away and the rubbing increased accordingly. All I could do was clench my fists on the table as she stared straight into my eyes. I wanted to say something, but nothing came out. If we weren’t in the restaurant, I would probably be moaning. Suddenly, she just stopped. She looked exactly the same, but I could see an evil glint in her eyes.
“You’re not the only one who needs some attention you know.” She suddenly had a pout on her face and I gulped. After some thinking, and a lot of internal questioning, I took the shoe off my right foot. I slowly raised my foot up her calf. Her smile began to form and deepen, and my confidence began to rise. When I reached her knee I slowly pushed forward and stopped when I felt my foot touch a little oven. My own erection was almost painful at this point, but I went ahead and began to rub up and down.
Her expression final started to change, and her breathing became a little heavy. She bit her lip and her eyes began to flutter. Her knees gripped my leg, but I kept forcing my foot to move. She brought her napkin up to her lips and bit into it gently, almost like she was wiping her lips. My sock was starting get wet and I couldn’t believe how hot I was. I felt her begin to shake and grip the napkin harder.
She sighed and put the napkin down. She appeared a little flushed and was breathing harder than before. She reached down and pushed her skirt back down her knees, as it had ridden up during the fun. I hoped that she would continue her rubbing, but alas, she seemed more interested in the food that was coming to our table.
After we had been served she whispered across the table, “Wait for the movies. You are doing great.”
***I know you were waiting for the fucking like jackrabbits, but no luck! After writing three pages I realized that I wanted the fucking, I mean the real fucking, to be a spectacular event. Dirty language, nsfw, and too dirty for scary dad. Hope you can wait, and I welcome feedback. I’ll have part three out by the end of next week. Also, feel free to point out grammatical mistakes or spelling. I am working to improve it.***