-EXTREME SMUT- Step Daddy's Candy

Silky Smooth

Harry.

I made my way to my seat beside the young girl, feeling slightly nervous about our placements. I leaned forward to start cutting up the chicken. As I was sliding the knife through the meat and Sofia started casually asking Jake questions and making conversation, I felt something brush slowly up the back of thigh. I suddenly jolted, almost dropping the knife. I looked up quickly to see if anyone had noticed my shock, then slightly turned to looked down at Andy in the corner of my eye. Her plump lips were pursed, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up. As her sparkling eyes looked up at me, I felt her nails dig into my inner thigh, dangerous close to the crotch of my slacks. I almost wanted to slap her hand away from me when I thought of how inappropriate her gesture was, but Sofia couldn't find out what was happening. I was afraid she would call off the engagement if she knew how her daughter was acting toward me. I shook my head at her, trying my best to hide the slight twinge of pleasure churning in my lower abdomen. She pouted at me. My god, those lips.

"Andy, tell Harry about your studies, I'm sure he would love to know," Sofia broke us out of our trance as I slowly sat back down. "Andy's in year 11, Harry. Almost straight A's."

Year 11. This girl was only 16. I just nodded at my partner, then turned to Andy, still contemplating how I had been thinking about a 16 year old in such an unholy way.

"Almost straight A's, huh? Why not all A's?" I questioned.

"Well, just seems Mrs. Thompson and Mrs. Edwards aren't very fond of me. But my classes with Mr. Jay, Mr. Boumanis and Mr. Kendall, I excel in those."

I completely understood what she was getting at. How could Sofia be so oblivious to her daughter's devilish habits? Only the classes with the male teachers she would excel, but not the female. It didn't take me long to imagine why.

"Yes, unfortunately Mrs. Edwards has mistreated her a few times. She keeps giving her dress code detentions. I guess some teachers can't accept your intelligence, Candy."

Andy blushed slightly at the nickname. I saw Jake's eyes lower after Sofia had said it. I gave him a stern look, but he didn't seem to notice. He was too busy listening to the girl speak of her classes, comparing their school experiences and hatred for certain subjects.

Candy. I wonder how sweet she tast-

Get a grip. She's sixteen, Harry. You're happily engaged. You love Sofia.

I do love Sofia. I love her so dearly.

As I'm staring at my fiancé, trying to collect my happy memories with her to distract myself, I feel Andy's hand on mine under the table. This girl just can't keep her hands to herself, can she?

She speaks effortlessly to her mother and my son as she picks up my large hand with her small ones. I struggle to pull my hand away, trying to shake her off of me without being too obvious. I stop my attempts when I feel the silky smooth skin of her thigh. I look down in the corner of my eye and there are my fingers, slightly under her skirt, being covered by her right hand. They are completely still, and she notices. She uses her hand to move mine, making it rub up and down, until she places it further up her skirt. I can feel the heat radiating from between her thighs and I squeeze my legs together.

I occasionally attempt to pull away, but she keeps her hand firmly on mine. I try to stay casual and keep eating, quietly responding to the small talk being shared at the table.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Sofia pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Oh yes, love. I think I'll just pop to the bathroom, I'll be back in a mo-"