went over to my drafts and found this old request. kinda kinky so ⚠️
"Babe, you ready?"
I hear my step dad call out for me as I hastily put all my essentials in my duffle bag.
"Yes, I am coming!", I yell out.
I run down the stairs only to find Paul aka my step father, looking annoyed and waiting impatiently by his car.
"What? A girl needs to carry lots of stuffs before a trip. Especially a road trip.", I pout.
"Yeah yeah that's alright. Now hop in." He didn't have any time for lame excuses. He never really does. That's what makes him so boring.
I throw my stuffs in the back and get in the front with him.
"Let's go!", I squeal excitedly as Paul snickers.
I have been begging Paul to take me to a cross country road trip. All my friends have been to one together but I wasn't given permission to go by my great step father even when I have just graduated.
Ever since my mother died, Paul took a special care in raising me. I understand he only wants me to be safe. He doesn't want to lose me the way he lost my mother.
But seeing my sad, droopy, puppy eyes, he couldn't resist. He couldn't do that me. He couldn't do that to his sweet, little Elle. He agreed for the road trip if only he was the one driving and showing me around. I guess something is good rather than nothing.
The thing is that I could clearly see through him. No matter how much he tried to mask it, I knew that somewhere, deep down, he wanted me.
I have noticed the way he looks at me sometimes. And the way he is extra conscious and absolutely hates it when I hang out with other boys.
I don't mind. I have been harbouring the biggest crush on him since I was 16. He is just absolutely dreamy and attractive.
After a few hours of driving and listening to Lust for Life by Iggy Pop for the billionth time, I roll down the window shield and sneak my head out of the car.
"Hey, don't do that. It's dangerous.", Paul says in a commanding voice.
"Nah, I'd be fine.", I choose to ignore him.
He then suddenly, grabs hold of my arm and pulls me back in and shuts the window. "I said it's dangerous. You never know which drunkard is going to come flying your way and the next thing you know is that you are without a head."
"Alright so what else do you expect me to do? You promised me a fun road trip but for the past 9 hours, you haven't spoken a single word to me.", I cry and pout almost like a baby.
Paul sighs. "Babe that's because I am driving. It needs my whole attention. I don't want us to have an accident."
"You always live your life by some silly rules. That's why you are so boring.", I squint my eyes and blow a raspberry at him.
Paul tuts at my words but doesn't try to defend himself.
"I'd rather have stayed at home and watched Golden Girls.", I mutter under my breath and spread my legs out over on the dashboard.
I don't notice it immediately but Paul's eyes falls over to my exposed legs. I have been wearing a thin yet comfortable shorts throughout the journey. They linger on for some time until he somehow manages to look straight back at the road.
I smirk to myself.
"I want to pee.", I say in a monotone voice.
"What, right now?", Paul asks.
