DILF, page 7
I spend the rest of the day on my laptop finishing a paper I have to write. It’s so depressing sitting in my mostly empty house, and around two in the afternoon, I can’t take it anymore and decide to go on a run, something I’ve done all the time since I was in middle school.
I have my earbuds on and am completely ‘in the zone’ when I feel—not hear—the rumble of a motorcycle behind me. I know who it is without having to look back. Since the divorce, Linc has been riding his bike to work. I slow down to a fast walk and take a moment to take him in. He’s in a suit and tie, which is a sexy as hell contrast to the black bandana holding his hair back. His big burly tatted arms hold the handles wide and tilted up. He looks biker-badass, but also like a powerful businessman, and I can’t help but wonder if all of the women who saw him ride by were thinking the same thing, wanting to know more about this conundrum of a man. Immediately my thighs tingle and my pussy throbs.
“Hop on.”
I’m feeling good and pumped up from my run, and I want to finish the last mile. “I’ll meet you at home.”
“Get the fuck on the bike, Lily.”
I’d been jogging in place, but this halts me completely. “Pardon?” I say, my arms crossed over my chest.
He crooks his finger towards him, and I roll my eyes and don’t move.
“Do you want me to yell what I want to say into this nice, quiet, suburban neighborhood?” With a roll of my eyes, I walk towards him, my arms still crossed over my chest. He looks around for a moment before whispering, “I’ve had a shit day, I was going to go home and drink a beer and pass out. Then I see the tightest fucking ass and the best legs running down the street.” He leans closer, and I swear he’s taking in my scent. “Get on the fucking bike, Lil, because I need to have my cock in you and I can’t wait for you to finish your jog.”
“Oh…” I say, my breath leaving me. That wasn’t what I expected him to say. I thought he’d say something about how jogging outside isn’t safe or that I’m dressed inappropriately or some other chauvinistic jealous shit. But this? This— I can work with.
“Yeah, oh…” he says, patting the seat behind him. “So get that fucking sexy ass over here, wrap those legs around me and let’s move.”
“Sure. Let’s go.” I’m almost giddy with excitement. “I’ve never been on a bike before.”
“Really?"
I slide behind him. “I’m all sweaty, Linc.”
He squeezes my thigh, “I know. Fuck, I bet you’re all slippery everywhere.”
“You’re gross,” I laugh and put my hands on his shoulder to hold on, but he pulls them off and places them around his waist.
“I don’t have a helmet for you, but it’s right around the corner. Just hold on real tight, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Real tight, sweetheart, okay?” he says as he revs up his bike, but all I hear is “sweetheart.” My insides contract and my stomach flutters. I hold on tight as we drive through our neighborhood until we’re at his house, and he presses something that causes the garage door to go up. He rarely comes over during the day, or, if he does, he goes through the backyard. Our neighbors are nosy and we can’t be seen together, but he doesn’t seem to be thinking about any of this right now.
So I continue to hold tight until the garage door closes again. He squeezes my knee again, signaling for me to get off. I wiggle off the bike but he takes my wrist and pulls me back. “I love my bike, Lily,” he practically growls, his eyes dark and his nostrils flaring. “And I love sex,” he adds. “Specifically, sex with you.”
He spins me around and slaps my palms on the motorcycle seat. “Do not move,” he says. He slides my shorts and panties down my legs and pushes up my tank and sports bra. I hear the zipper on his trousers followed by the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor. “You ready for me?”
I look over my shoulder and he’s fisting his cock, his pants around his ankles. His expression is predatory. I nod, and he pushes my back down and uses his grip on my hip to lift my ass up in the air. I can’t spread my legs much, because my shorts are still half on.
“Don’t let go,” he demands as he thrusts in hard. I moan in pleasure as he pumps into, me causing my breasts to bounce viciously with each thrust. “You look good like that, on my bike.”
He continues to fuck me as I hold on and take in all that is Linc—wild and untamed yet controlled. He knows how to work my body so that I’m practically begging him to fuck me. When he lets go of me with one hand to reach around and strum my clit, I come so hard my knees buckle. He tightens his arms around my waist and presses harder against the bike as he comes inside of me with one final grunt. “Fuck, Lily. Fuck!”
“Yeah, what you said,” is all I manage to murmur, breathlessly.
Before I even have a chance to catch my breath, he says, “Come on. We need a shower.” I pull my clothes together while he dresses himself, then he pulls me inside his house where he dirties me up one more time before we finally get out of the shower.
9
LINC
It’s late at night a few days later and Lily’s sitting on my bed buck-ass naked, eating scrambled eggs, while I’m flipping through television channels, feeling sated.
“Tomorrow Charlie comes home,” I say. I’m not sure why I even say it. Maybe to remind myself that all this will be over tomorrow morning. Maybe to remind her?
“I know, and I start school again,” she says, taking the last bite of her food and then placing the plate on the night table before hopping off of the bed. We had sex when I got home from work around seven. She was waiting for me inside, wearing short shorts, a tight ribbed tank top, white tube socks that went up to her knees, chucks, and pigtails. She was trying for that little girl look, which pissed me off because that is precisely what I’m trying to forget that she’s a little girl barely out of high school. Okay, maybe not a little girl, more like a sexy as fuck woman with not a care in the fuckin’ world. To teach her a lesson, I attacked her right there on the stairs, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. She’ll surely have rug burns on her forearms, knees, and elbows, but it was so worth it. And I’m pretty sure that whatever lesson I tried to show her got lost in translation as she came over and over again.
I made her leave the knee-highs.
Yeah, I’m a fucking pervert.
She comes back into the room, still as naked as the day she was born, and takes the remote out of my hand and tosses it on the bed and then crawls over me, positioning herself on my thighs and taking hold of my cock. “So, old man, you think you can get it up one more time tonight?”
I grunt, grip her waist and flip her over with an “oof” and then I’m on her. “You’re being exceptionally naughty tonight,” I say, leaning down and taking one of her small pink nipples into my mouth.
“Am I?” she asks, feigning innocence.
“Going to have to show you exactly what this old man can do,” I say with a not-so-gentle nibble of her nipple that causes her to jolt up, except that I’m holding her down with the weight of my body.
“If you’re going to talk the talk you better be—Arghh!” She starts, but I’m able to shut her up with three fingers in her cunt. She’s always so wet and ready, and still tight as fuck.
“L-Linc!” she yells with a sharp intake of breath. When my fingers are soaked,I flip her over. I’ve been wanting to fuck her ass for the last few days, but I didn’t think she was ready. She’s still not. But, if she wants to play—fuck it. I’ll show her what an “old man” can do. I pull her ass up and press her chest down into the bed, holding her ass cheeks open. I bend down and start eating her from clit to ass until she’s moaning and pushing against my face. My beard is all wet. I’ve never been with a woman that gets this wet and it’s fucking brilliant.
“Hold still,” I demand, and I hear a little whimper as if she needs all the friction she can get. I slide two fingers into her pussy and with the other hand start rubbing the tight pucker.
“Linc—” It’s a groan. “I don’t think…”
It’s not a no. She’s nervous, and I understand that.
“You trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then shut it, and relax,” I say and continue to rub, slowly putting more pressure against it. “Relax, baby.” I try to work a finger inside her. I pull my fingers out of her pussy, and start to rub her clit, taking her to the point of climax. When she loosens up, I'm able to slide a finger into her ass.
“Oh my God, Linc!”
“Feel good?”
“Weird.”
“Weird good, or weird bad?”
“Weird real fuckin’ good.”
I start to slide my finger in and out and slow down on her clit to make it last longer. Then, I slowly slide a second finger in and give her the chance to adjust. Once she does, I start to slowly scissor my fingers, trying to stretch her.
“Ow,” she says. I stop my movement and go back to playing with her clit—but I don’t take my fingers away. This time, I twist them slowly. When she’s about to come, I start to pump my two fingers in her ass harder and when she explodes, I stop with her clit, and thrust my cock into her pussy. She’s so far gone that her face is smashed into the bed and her ass is up in the air, and I fuck her pussy while I play with her ass.
“Next time I’m fucking your ass,” I say with a final grunt as I come harder than I ever thought possible.
I hope there is a next time.
Eventually she flips over and wraps her limbs around me. It’s sweet. Too sweet and not something she’s done before.
“The first time I had sex…well, it sucked. This was so much better. You’re always sweet in your domineering way. Thanks for that.”
“Welcome,” I say, kissing her nose and then climbing out of bed to go wash up. “Are you okay? Was it too much?” I ask when I'm back in bed.
“It was uncomfortable for a second, but it felt so good at the same time.”
We lay wrapped up in each other for some time, mostly in silence. Then the moment goes completely to shit.
“So…about tomorrow—” I begin, trying to figure out where her head’s at. Charlie can’t find out, and I can’t deal with Lily throwing a tantrum tomorrow expecting something more than what this is. A fling. An inappropriate two-week fling. Maybe in between fucking, we should’ve had a conversation about this.
“I’m going to head on over to my house,” she interrupts, detangling herself from me and reaching down to tag her clothes from the floor.
“Okay, sure,” I say, looking for my own clothes among the mess. Well, I guess we don’t need to have the talk.
“I have to head out really early tomorrow in order to make it to my class and I don’t want to be here if Charlie comes home earlier than planned. I really should’ve left today.”
“No, yeah, of course,” I say, because this is precisely why I didn’t want to start something to begin with. Well, this and the age thing and the being-my-daughter’s-best-friend thing. There’s really nothing right about Lily and me together.
How can we ever be in the same room again? It’s not like I can avoid her when she’s visiting Charlie. She’ll always be in my life somehow. I’m deep in thought when she finishes zipping up her jeans with a little jump and then leans down and kisses me on the lips.
“Thanks, and uh…see ya,” she says casually.
“Yeah, see you, Lily.” Her casual confidence falters a little as she scrambles out of my house.
That was our farewell fuck. Which is what I wanted.
Right?
10
LILY
Damn it. It got weird.
But what was I supposed to do? School starts tomorrow, he reminded me.
He. Reminded. Me.
He also reminded me that Charlie was coming back tomorrow.
He’d made it clear from the beginning this was a fling. According to him, Charlie can’t find out. I really didn’t think Charlie would care. I mean, she would have an immediate tantrum over it, but afterwards she’d be okay with it.
Truth be told, I’d essentially thrown myself on him, and he was, after all, just a man. A man with needs. Now it was over, and I had to suck it up and accept it. Breaking down into a crying fit or acting clingy was specifically what he didn’t want and didn’t need. I walked out of his house, even though I wanted to throw myself on him and have him beg me to stay. But I kept walking pretending to be cool. Badass-biker-babe cool. Cool and casual.
When I walk into my empty house, empty of people and of furniture, I realize this would be the last time I’d be sleeping here. I walk one final time, doing one last check of the house as I turn off all the lights. I’m going to miss this house, this neighborhood, Charlie, and now, I’m really going to miss Linc.
Tears leak out of my eyes as I curl up in my bed for the last time.
The next day, I’m locking the door and sticking the key into the lockbox for the realtor when I hear Linc’s voice. “Hey, wait up.”
With my car keys in one hand and my oversized purse in the other, I meet him by my car. “I was just…” I point my thumb over my shoulder. “I was leaving.”
“Yeah, I see that,” he says, taking my bag off my shoulder and stuffing it into the passenger’s seat of my car. “How’d you sleep?”
“Good,” I lie and then deflate and admit the truth. “Shitty, actually.”
“I know, baby,” he says, tucking some hair behind my ear. “Me too.”
“I missed you,” I admit. For nearly two weeks we slept together, and I really liked the feel of it. “I’m sorry it got weird last night.”
“Thank fuck you feel that way. I missed you too. And—” he begins but steps away, looking over my shoulder. “Well, I hope you drive safely.”
My brows furrow, and I look behind me to see Charlotte pulling into her driveway. My eyes widen a bit, and then I school my expression.
“I wanted to make sure I caught you before you left!” Charlie yells from her driveway.
I step around Linc. “I was about to leave. Your dad was just helping me with the lock box.”
“Oh, okay,” she says. Something crosses her face, but it’s gone before I have a chance to ask. Suddenly, I’m a nervous wreck. Does she know? Can she sense the tension between her dad and me?
“You’re going to come visit, right? You can always stay here. Whenever you want. Right, Daddy?” she asks, as Linc is making his way back to his yard.
“Yeah, sure,” he says without looking back at me.
“And you?” I ask Charlotte, also walking towards her. “You’re good?” I leave the question vague because I don’t want her to give up too many details about her weekend with Randy in front of her dad.
“I’m good. Great, actually. Don’t think I’ll make it to that college thing next weekend. Randy wouldn’t really like me going without him.”
“And you have to do everything this kid says? You have to ask permission now?” Linc huffs.
“He’s my boyfriend, Daddy. I can’t just go to a sorority party.”
“Sure you can. You’re eighteen years old. You have to go out and date around, you’re not married to this guy. You’re too young, Charlotte.”
“Are you seriously advocating me going to a party full of guys?”
Linc gives me a quick look, and I can see his jaw tick. “No. That’s not what—I mean, I just don’t think you should be tied down, is all.” He turns to me. “And you? You’re going to this thing—this party? Is it a sex thing? Drunk, horny guys?”
With my eyes wide in disbelief I sputter, “It is not a sex thing. It’s a party. I live in the sorority house. Kinda have to go. And they don’t allow alcohol, by the way.”
“They may not allow it, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be brought in or that the guys come inside, already drunk. Your parents know about this?”
“My parents?” Oh, so this is how we’re going to play this? “Yeah, they know. They’re cool with my decisions because I’m responsible and they also know it’s really none of their business. They trust me, I’m a big girl.”
“They probably don’t know exactly what you’re up to.”
“No. They probably don’t know exactly what I’m up to.” I glare at him.
He glares right back. “You should not go to that party, Lily.”
“One minute you want her to go to the sorority thing,” I say, flinging a hand at Charlie, “and the next you don’t want me to go?” I cross my arms over my chest, daring him to continue. This is not a conversation we should be having in front of Charlotte. I wasn’t exactly going, going. Like I said, I live there, so I can’t really avoid it, and I had planned to sit in my room and study anyway, but now that he’s being this possessive prick, I’m getting pissed off. Especially since not twelve hours ago he let me walk right out of his house without saying anything. No promises or intentions made.
“Goddamn it,” he practically growls. “Do whatever the hell you want to do, both of you.” He stomps away and slams the door to his house.
“What crawled up his ass?” Charlotte asks.
“Dunno. I think he doesn’t know how to deal with you dating.”
“I guess.” She shrugs and gives me a hug. “Anyway, I have to get to class. Drive safely and call me.”
“Love you, Charbear.”
“Love you, Lilybear.”
It’s a long drive back, and my head’s all over the place. I thought it was over last night. Then this morning he called me baby, and I almost melted into a puddle of stupid girly goop. I’ve heard other women being called baby before, and I always thought it was stupid. Now I see the appeal. Big time.
By the time I pull up to my parking spot I’m a confused mess. He hasn’t texted or called. He was mad, then sweet, and then mad again. And I’m the immature one?
I’m about to run into my first class when my phone vibrates in my pocket.
Linc: I didn’t want to text or call while you were driving. Did you make it there okay?
