Don't Tell Daddy (Sample)

Four Days

Pamela woke up in the middle of the night to Bryan gently shaking her. "Why don't you wash up and head to Jae's room," he suggested softly.  

Tiredly, Pamela nodded and gathered her things, tiptoeing to her friend's bedroom. She quietly put the stilettos back in her bag and the lingerie in a plastic bag. She went to take a bird bath and climbed into the bottom bunk of Jada's bed.  

She awoke to the scent of pancakes, and her stomach growled. Groggily, she climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower, brush her teeth, and comb her hair.

Just as Pamela was leaving the bathroom, Bryan was coming into Jada's bedroom. She bumped into him. He smiled and kissed her. "Come on. Heather made breakfast, and I need to drop you home." 

Pamela nodded, taking in Bryan's appearance. Damn he looked so good in that suit, his goatee clean and neat with a few gray hairs making their appearance with the mostly black hairs. Bryan at forty-eight was damn good looking. His mature look was what turned Pamela on the most. The fact that he was so... grown.

He sure handled her last night. Just thinking about it made her wet. No man her age could excite her like this.

"Okay."  

She walked ahead of him, her hips swaying seductively. He resisted the urge to touch her. At least for the moment. He could get in later.

They sat for breakfast. Jada was gushing about going to the lake in a few days and taking Pamela. It was going to be a blast, and she was convinced. "Oooh, Mela! We gotta buy some s'more stuff." 

"Yeah. Oh, and we need to buy batteries for the radio." 

"We'll just go to K-Mart or Walmart or something." 

"I love Walmart. My daddy tried to keep me in the car last time."  

Pamela laughed at her own love of Walmart, and Bryan admired it. Not that Heather wasn't beautiful. He still loved his wife, still thought she was beautiful, and had been physically faithful until Pamela.

He'd been thinking of his lie the whole way home. He even surprised himself with his slickness. But Heather had no reason to believe her husband was unfaithful and least of all people with their goddaughter. He faced it, his wife wasn't young and taut like when they were in college. She didn't even go to the gym anymore.  

Not that the affair wasn't inadvertent. He didn't really plan to take Pamela. It just happened that he saw something he liked and did not have the will to practice his self-control. The girl had begun to look just so damn good. She was filling out. She was wearing less. She was now of age. No matter how morally corrupt it was, it was legal. Barely, but legal. 

Bryan had been content to let his fantasies be fantasies, never planning to make a move on his goddaughter. She just happened to be so bold and the horn dog in him could not resist her.

Heather smiled at the girls, shaking her head. "It's a good thing your father can afford your love of Walmart," she told Pamela. "And Fendi and—" 

"We get it, Ma," Jada said.  

Heather was a laid-back mother. She was five years older than Bryan, but she thought she was ten years younger. She was a much looser parent than he was, that was for sure. He didn't trust his daughter with anyone except her mother and Jonta and Carmella. Heather was more prone to asking to meet the girls' parents when Jada was invited to sleepovers.  

"Anyway, girls. Why don't you niñas come to the shop later?" 

"Will you make that fudge cake with the oozy caramel?" Jada wondered. 

"Sure." 

"I'm in." 

A horn honked outside, and Jada picked up her purse. "That's Justine. Gotta get to the library. Goodbye, padres. Mela, I'll pick you up." 

"Hope you find what you're looking for," Pamela said as they exchanged pecks on the cheek.  

Jada was big on electronics. She and a few of her college friends were entering a robotics contest. Pamela promised her presence at the show. She had to support her god sister or how could she call herself a friend?  

"Thank you." 

Heather looked at her watch and became alarmed. "Shit. Am late to open up." 

Heather was half-white, half-Ecuadorian but she was born and raised in Ecuador. She didn't learn English until her freshman year of college. She spoke textbook English when she was talking to strangers so that she could mask her accent. Sometimes, if she was rushing her words, she forgot a word or two.  

"Don't worry baby. I'll clean up before I head to work," Bryan promised easily. 

"Thank you." 

Heather kissed her husband goodbye and kissed Pamela's forehead.  

"Nos vemos más tarde[BA1] ," she said, grabbing her keys from the hook, telling them she'd see them later.

"Count on it, Madrina " 

Heather disappeared, and Pamela continued her breakfast. Bryan got up and started to clean. When he finished the few dishes from breakfast, Pamela decided to wash her own. 

Just as she finished and was wiping the water from her hand, bent over the kitchen counter, using the dish towel. Bryan put his arms around her and pressed his body close. She closed her eyes, taking in the scent of his soap. He kissed her neck, and she sighed as he used his hand to part her thighs.” I have to go to California," he whispered. Way to ruin the mood. 

"Why?" she whined, as if he was her man. 

"Business. But when I come back..." he left the thought to linger. 

Bryan turned Pamela around and kissed her on the lips, his tongue dancing with hers in a rhythm she never knew. He palmed her ass.

At any given moment, Heather could walk in. She could have forgotten something. Just the thrill of being caught scared Pamela. Yet, it turned her on so much more. 

Bryan fingered her, feeling her pulsate on his finger, her tight opening throbbing to be penetrated. "Bryan," she whispered. "Ay, Papi. Fuck me."

"Not today," he whispered, pulling his hand from under her skirt. 

Pamela's eyes popped open and she stared up into his teasing green eyes as he smirked. "Please," she begged. He kissed her again.

"I have to get you home."

In the car, Bryan had his hand under Pamela's skirt for the entire ride, fingering her, listening to her beg and moan. The sound off her lips caused a strain in his jeans; one he didn’t have time to allow her to attend to.

Bryan knew that if he allowed himself to engage in intercourse with Pamela, he was not going to be able to make a quickie quick. He was too deeply curious about her body and every curve of it. She was too new to think he could slide in and not continue to taste, caress, and explore her body.

Tilting her head upwards, Pamela could feel herself leak on his fingers, and she was just so turned on watching him lick them clean. She couldn't keep her legs closed.

 Bryan pulled into her driveway, and she couldn't make herself get out of the car. So Bryan walked her into the house, and at the door, away from prying eyes, he leaned to Pamela's ear, pressing his hardness against her. "Four days," was all he whispered before he left the house and left her hot, bothered, and anxious.