EroticReverie

Adalyn Grace Bellemore

"He's not home!" I call from the dining room table, where I have my books out on the table studying for school, answering the call of my dads friend calling his name from the door. 

I hear my fathers best friend Penn, close the door and walk in, his dress shoes, clacking against the hardwood, his familiar heavy steps drawing closer, as I look up from my books and greet him with a smile. 

"Studying hard?" he asks, stopping in the entrance to the dining area and pulls up a chair beside me.  I give a little smile. 

"Yeah, finals are this coming week." I say and set down my highlighter. 

"He should be back later." I say. "He said he was going to be late, stuff to do at the office or whatever." I say with a shrug, feeling my cheeks heat and my skin flush slightly with how close he is to me. 

I've had a crush on my dad's best friend since I was old enough to know where babies actually came from, and that it wasn't a stork that delivered them. 

Of course, my little crush grew a little more intense as my teenage hormones started to rage inside of me. Penn Barrington, was tall, with a full head of dark hair, peppered with greys that only seemed to add to his allure. He was a silver fox as people call them. He had really light blue eyes that tended to make it hard to focus when he was talking directly to you, getting lost in them, hypnotized by his pretty blues. His hair was a little long on top, shorter on the sides. It reminded me of a young mans hair. But that was probably because whenever I thought of older men, I thought balding, full grey, or completely bald, or some come over hair style to hide a receding or thining hair line. His face was always clean shaven or had just the slightest about of scruff. I'd seen him plenty in the summers, with nothing but his swim trunks, and knew that Penn had a better body than some guys my own age. 

"Hmm" he says and peers over at my text book. 

"What are we studying?" he asks. 

"Just math stuff right now" I say, unable to help the stare I give the profile of his face. His eyes lifting momentarily, his dark lashes lifting up as those panty drenching blues stare back at me, and I open my mouth to speak and don't , so I turn my head, only able to focus on words once I dont have his eyes staring back at mine. 

"Yeah, uhm math" I say again as I try to blink away the thought of his eyes, as my skin fills with goosebumps when I feel like his eyes are still on me. 

"Anything you need help with?" he asks. 

yeah. an orgasm. No! No Adalyn. Absolutely not. Stop it right now. 

I squirm in my seat. "No, I think I got it." I say with a little shake of my head. 

"You sure? You look stressed, a little tense" he says and I lick my lip and lift my highlighter. 

"Nope" I laugh slightly, trying not to sound nervous. "Got it under control, just, doing some review." 

I inhale shakily when he leans in closer, his knee knocking against mine, his thigh brushing mine as he peers over at the book. 

He was wearing dark navy dress pants, and a powder blue dress shirt, that made his eyes even more fucking blue. 

I had on a long sleeved cable knit emerald green sweater, that was loose and long enough to cover my ass, but I also had on black legging and a pair of fuzzy socks. My auburn , slightly red hair was up in a pony, so I couldnt use it to sheild the pink heat I could feel in my cheeks. 

"God, cause I dont understand a damn thing in those notes." he says and I give a real laugh and then make the mistake of turning my head. 

His eyes on mine, a small smile on his face, his eyes going to my lips, then moving back up to my eyes. I swallow slowly and feel my heart beat a million miles a minute.

Ever since earlier this year, I've felt it. Whenever we're alone together, even if it's for brief moments, I feel a buzzing between us, that I'm sure i'm just imagining. He was forty three for fucks sake, a year older than my father. My little teenage crush wasn't something that could ever be acted on. But it sure was nice to think about at time. I wasn't sure if I was imagining the excuses he found to get close to me, or the way he stared, or if I was just insanely horny, feeling like the only virgin left at my highschool, that had me imagining these things. 

"You smell good, you wearing a new perfume?" he asks innocently, but he leans in and my heart stops as he leans in and inhales near my neck, the tip of his nose, just barely touching my neck before he leans back. 

That brief little touch, that tiny little brush against my skin has every part of me on fire, has my nipples growing tight in my bra, and I thank god for the sweater right now, because my hard nipples and party of little goosebumps up and down my arms would probably be a dead giveaway to the affect he had on me. 

"Thank you" I say quietly and look at my notes, struggling to breathe under his gaze. 

"You getting more freckles?" he asks, and my breath hithces, as he lifts his hand to my chin, placing it on the side of his finger, his thumb on my chin beneath my lower lip, I let my eyes be the last part of my face the is directed to him, trying to avoid his gaze. 

"I..I don't think so" I say quietly, as I watch his eyes study the smattering of freckles that are condensed over the bridge of my nose and over my cheeks. 

"As long as your not losing any" he winks, and it's not sexual, but damn does it make my virgin pussy clamp up and ache. 

"I'm pretty fond of them." he says, his hand dropping back to his lap as he smiles. 

"Of freckles?" I ask. 

"Of yours specifically" he says. 

"...oh" I say as I chew my lip and his hand lifts to my chin and he chuckles. 

"Pretty fond of that too." he says, tugging my lip from beneath my teeth and inhale raggedly. 

"of what?" I ask, barely able to speak. 

"Of the way you chew your lip when you're nervous. It's adorable." he says with a warm smile. 

I was so confused. Adorable? He found me adorable? That clearly meant that I had been imagining all of this, that he wasn't at all attracted me, and I'd picked up the wrong signals, turning little acts and gestures into somethin they werent and-

"It does things to me Adalyn" he says. 

I blink. 

"Oh?" I ask naively , needing him to explain, needing him to be clear about what it is he's talking about. 

He nods, and I breathe out as his thumb pushes up , and over my lip. 

"You have gorgeous lips." he says, his thumb brushing the lower still. 

His eyes come up to mine.

"Are you nervous Adalyn?"he asks quietly and I shake my head slightly. Liar. 

A small smirk plays at his lips. 

"If you are...." he leans in, bringing his face closer and I feel my heart skip and sputter and twist in my chest, my stomach doing nervous flip flops. 

"Maybe it'll help if you let me be the one to take this between my teeth" he says stroking my lower lip. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

"Oh..." I say and he grins. 

"Yeah, ...oh" he says. 

"Tell me not to do it." he says whispering and leaning in further, and I can feel his breath on mine. 

"Cause i've been dying to do it Adalyn, I've been dying to do things to this mouth for awhile...and i think you know that." he says. 

My heart tries to beat right out of my chest as I sit there stunned. 

"And...I think i'm right...that you want me to take this mouth right now...and kiss you till were both dizzy...is that right...or have I read things wrong entirely these past few months?" he asks. 

"My dad.." I say and he shakes his head. 

"I'm dying to kiss your mouth Adalyn." he says and I swallow hard. 

"But my dad" I say again. 

"Isn't here...and you said yourself...he won't be for awhile....if you dont want me to kiss you...I won't....I only want to if you want it...well thats a lie, I'll want to either way, but i'll only do it if you tell I can. " he says. 

"What do you say little rose?" he says, using my nick name he gave me from my last name Bellerose. 

"I...um" I chew my lip again. He groans. 

"That's hardly fair" he says and pulls my lip from my teeth. 

"I've only..I've only kissed one guy before...and I don't think I'm good at it." I say. 

He smiles. 

"That's one guy too many,...why is my little rose giving away her sweet mouth to anyone other than me?" he asks and I feel my exhale rattle my body and he grins. 

"Who kissed you?" he asks. 

I swallow. "Some...some guy from school." I say. 

"So you've never been kissed by a man." he says. 

I shake my head. 

"Do you want to be? Kissed by a man Adalyn? Kissed by me?" he asks. 

I lick my lips wetting them and he grins as I smile. 

"Come here then." he says, and reaches over to the other side of me and pulls me up out of my chair. 

"Sit on my lap." he says looking at me and I feel like none of my limbs work, like I'm jello as I lift a wobbly leg over him and he grabs my waist gently and pulls me onto his lap. 

I gasp slightly, feeling his erection against me, and he groans. 

"You're so nice and warm" he says quietly and I know he means the spot between my legs currently rubbing against him as he rocks my hips slightly.  My nerves scream, my blood pumping as I let him move my hips, making me take the friction against my pussy through our clothes and I shiver. 

"If you want to kiss me Adalyn, go ahead." he says and I wet my lips again. 

"I can't." I say. 

"Can't or won't?" he asks. 

"Can't...I..I told you i've never kissed anyone but that one guy. I'll be bad at it. " I say. 

"then we start slow...just soft kisses...just our lips okay?" he suggests, and I nod. 

He groans when I wiggle in his lap, not purposely, but just enough to get closer to him, and I place my hands on his shoulders with a little nod. 

"Okay"