Chapter 63 Vignette 59
I wasn’t expecting my dad, let alone visitors. I wasn’t expecting anything, really.
It was just a quiet evening. And I touched myself—just a bit—while taking a shower a few minutes ago.
But suddenly, my dad’s voice boomed from the living room, cheerful and full of that rare warmth he reserved for old friends. I forced myself out of bed, threw on something I thought was decent enough, and padded out of my room.
I walked down the stairs to the sitting room and that’s when I saw this familiar handsome face.
Tall. Clean-cut. His T-shirt hugged his body like it had been tailored by the hands of sin itself. I guessed he would be in his forties or fifties because he was my dad's old friend, but he looked way younger.
His happy smile faded into one of amusement when he saw me.
“Woah! Jon,” as he always calls my dad whose name is Jonah. “Is this Selene?” he said, a low chuckle in his throat as he sprang across the living room to where I stood.
He placed a hand on my shoulder, “Last time I saw you, you were what—thirteen? Fourteen?”
“Sixteen,” I corrected with a forced smile.
He laughed so loud, his voice nearly broke the walls apart, “You’ve grown so much.”
My dad laughed, “Kids grow really quick these days.” He said, like they grew slowly in their own time.
My dad took out a bottle of wine from the shelf at the corner of the sitting room and offered a glass to his friend. He poured some wine into it and they both dropped into the sofa like it was just any normal day.
I rolled my eyes and walked back upstairs to my room.
I sat on my bed for a while—bored, staring into space, feeling exhausted like I did any serious work.
Then it clicked in my mind that I had a movie to watch. I searched beside and behind me but I couldn't find my phone. I lifted the blanket but it was nowhere to be found.
I also checked on the cabinet and my bedside table but I still couldn't find it.
Oops!
I remembered dropping it on the sofa earlier in the living room while I stood, welcoming my dad and his friend.
I sighed and walked lazily to the door, pulled the knob and walked downstairs with echoing footsteps.
Immediately, I spotted my phone where I placed it earlier. I walked straight to it, noticing my dad was no longer in the living room. It was just his friend whose eyes were fixed on me like I was his only problem.
“Uhh… where's my dad?” I asked, looking around.
“Ohh,” he jolted back to reality. “Your dad is taking a call outside. He’s been there for a while. He still hasn't learnt how to treat his guests.”
I picked up my phone and chuckled, “my dad considers your family not a guest.” I said, making my way back to the staircase.
But then he called me.
“Selene, come here,”
I didn't argue, I just changed my direction and walked over to where he sat.
His gaze scanned me from head to toe like he was an x-ray machine. A smile played on his lips while I genuinely wondered if his cheek ached from all those smiling.
Because he's been literally smiling since he got here.
“You've really grown, Selene,” he said, “I remember when your mom used to change your diapers when you were just a few months old, and now look at you. Looking all beautiful and sweet.”
My jaws shifted awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable by his choice of words. I would have responded but there was no need for that.
He held my wrist and pulled me down to sit on his lap. What the heck was he doing?!
My top shifted slightly, my pulse heightened. I refused to allow negative thoughts to build in my head. How could I even think that this man was trying to feel my body. He was just like a father to me.
His hands quickly dropped to my bare thighs as he stared at my face—still smiling.
“Back then, you would always run to me for sweets when your mom and dad refused to get one for you,” he said softly.
I recalled the moment and finally my lips curved into a smile. But then his hands trailed up—slightly.
He took his other hand beside me and held my shoulder, slowly bringing the hand down until it was on my breast.
But just as he squeezed it—once, we heard my dad's voice approaching. He quickly squeezed both of them and pushed me up from his lap.
“Go to your room,” he whispered urgently, like he just got caught committing a crime. Then he slapped my as really hard.
I ran up to my room, slammed the door and leaned on it, my heart pounding.
What the touch just happened?
My legs were unsteady, my hands shook like a running engine.
“Did my dad's friend really mean to squeeze my boobs? And why did he get scared when he heard my dad coming?
I quickly locked the door, my hands still shaking. Not from fear that someone touched me. I mean, I'm a grown as nineteen years old. I've been touched by the people I dated back in high school and in early days of college.
My hands only shook from the shock that it was my “dad's friend” who touched me.
I walked to my bed slowly, thinking. My mind seriously reeling from what happened a few minutes ago.
I laid on the bed and tucked myself under the duvet. I unlocked my phone but did nothing with it until the screen slept again.
It was hard to rub off the thought of what could have happened if my dad saw me sitting on his lap.
Then I bit my fingers and cursed.
“Damn! Why didn't I refuse him when he pulled me down to sit on him?”
I no longer had interest in the movie I wanted to watch earlier. I put my phone aside and it didn't take long before I dozed off with the thoughts still roaming in my head.
But suddenly, my door swung open and my eyes darted towards it to see who it was.
I sat up on the bed, watching my dad's friend tiptoe inside my room, shirtless with only his dark trouser on his waist.
He held a pointer finger across his lips, urging me to keep shut.
I didn't move. I couldn't, even if I wanted to. His bare chest was tanned and hairy and somehow, I loved the view.
He climbed on my bed and the mattress dipped in between my legs where his knees pressed.
He rubbed one hand on the bulgy print between his legs and crawled forward until our faces were just a few inches apart.
Then he unzipped his trousers, pulled it off his legs and flinged it to the side. He didn't take off his boxers completely. He only brought it down as much as his dk could come out, standing long and erect.
I gasped at the sight but his face had an unreadable expression. He wet his fingers and rubbed them on the tip of his dk, then spread my legs apart. I looked down at myself and I was only putting on panties.
I had no idea where my shorts went but before I could look around in search of it, he already shifted my panties to the side and his dk was halfway inside me.
He strongly bit his lips, his eyes fixed on the movement of his dk going in and out of me. His breath hit my stomach as he let out soft gasps, maintaining his thrusts.
I tried to stiffle the moans that threatened to escape my lips but it was hard as fuck. Just as “hard” as the dk fucking me.
My dad's friend nearly killed me with the way he grinded my psy so slowly that I begged him to give me more of his dk.
He stretched my swollen psy with every thrust he gave it.
But it happened quickly—too quick for reality. He suddenly dragged his dk out of my psy and shook it until his entire cm spilled on my bed.
At that exact moment, I heard my dad's voice.
“Selene, Selene!” He shouted my name downstairs.
His friend quickly covered his dk, put his trousers back on and hurried out of my room.
But the moment the door clicked shut, I rolled to the other end of the bed and opened my eyes groggily. I looked around and everywhere was calm. I was still neatly tucked under my duvet.
I quickly sat up and looked down, expecting to be on only my panties but I still had my shorts on. I looked at the door but it was exactly how I locked it when I came in earlier.
I bumped my forehead with my palm and sighed, dropping my head backward.
“A fking wet dream!”
But I didn't get enough time to catch myself before I heard my dad's voice again.
“Selene, come here,”
I immediately climbed out of bed and hurried downstairs to answer him.
He and his friend were both on the sofa in the living room. I stood in front of my dad, wondering why he called me.
“Tidy the guest room beside your room, he would be spending the night here with us.”
“What?!” I exclaimed.
My breath caught.