No! Nonononono.

I grabbed my clock and stared at it for a few seconds as I blinked rapidly to wake myself up.

Nonononono. I can’t be late, not again!

I have 35 minutes before class starts and even if I was on the bus right now I’d still be late.

“Fuck!” I grabbed a pair of tight jeans off my floor and jumped into them before pulling a clean shirt over my head.

“Fuck!” I grunted loudly. If I had a car, I could easily make it to class in 15 minutes.

I hissed angrily through my teeth and stared at my closet. I hopped onto my bed and looked out the window, fuck, dad had already left. I saw the Porsche in the driveway and shook my head.

Maybe I can call Kendall?

I began to dial his number, and then hung up. I can’t call him. He had to work late yesterday, a midnight shift, and he needs his sleep.

I sighed heavily and grabbed my notebook, shoving it into my backpack. I do have one more option. I stepped out of my bedroom and looked at the guest room door.

I really need to make it to class today.

My stomach felt like it was being knitted into a sweater.

I knocked once, but there was no response. I knocked louder, but still nothing. I really don’t want to go in, but I might have to.

“Cedric?” I called softly trying to find a last attempt to wake him up.

Still nothing.

I can’t be late today, if I’m late again I’ll fail the class. I opened the door wide, but it didn't make a sound. Cedric was still sleeping, completely knocked out.

He was lying on his stomach with only a thin white blanket covering his lower body. His head was covered with a blue pillow and his sandy locks peeking out from underneath. I was hypnotized by his defined arms and large back. He looked like the model in my anatomy book. I let out a faint moan as I mentally fucked him. He looked so much better than my fantasy.

How was this possible?

I took a step toward him, but still keeping my distance as if he was a beast that no one wanted to get close to.

“Cedric?” I said loudly, inching toward him.

Still nothing.

My god. I thought my dad was a heavy sleeper, but Cedric was on a whole different level. I was a few inches away from Cedric now, and my clit knew it. My pussy was throbbing from the memories Cedric had given me at the restaurant on Saturday. I shouldn't have let him go that far, but I didn’t want to stop him. I wanted more . . . I still wanted more.

My eyes were drawn to his sculpted back as my mouth watered. I placed my hand on his shoulder and instantly felt weak in the knees. I shook Cedric from his deep slumber.

I really need him, as much as I hated to admit it; I need his help right now.

“Cedric, please wake up,” I was trying to use a louder voice to wake him up, but I couldn’t.

He moaned.

Finally, a reaction!

“Cedric,” I gripped his shoulder a little tighter, my pussy yearning for him.

He moaned louder, but this time he turned on his back and taking the pillow off his head.

I took a step back from the beast and got a better look at his godly figure. I could clearly see his hard pecs, strong abs and his defined V of his hip muscles. The deep V that guided my eyes to his large cock. The thin blanket drew a perfect outline of Cedric’s cock that had me hypnotized and drooling. I felt a whole different sensation in my body as I took a long look at him.

Cedric looked at me with his sleepy eyes, and gave me a devilish grin.

“Good morning,” he rubbed his eyes slowly. “You know. This is only half wood, baby girl.”

He stuck out his hand and gently grazed my thigh.

“Don’t call me that!” I stepped back to distance myself from his touch. I looked out the window to avoid his eyes and steamy body. It was taking all my willpower to not jump on him and take an up-close look at my first real cock.

Why does he make me feel this way? I mean, no other man has made me feel like this. So why him? Cedric makes me want to throw my morals to the side so I can just have a taste of him.

Maybe this was a mistake? Should I have called a taxi?

Cedric sat at the edge of the bed, covering his cock with the blanket.

Yep, I should have definitely called a taxi or something.

I felt a little lightheaded when I got a small glance at him. His thin blanket covered only his cock and part of his thick thigh.

He let out a frustrated sigh as he rubbed his eyes again. “What do you want, Penny?”

“Penelope, I need a ride to class.”

He looked over to me, his eyebrows arched and grinned mischievously, “You need . . . a ride?”

I ignored his innuendo, “Yes.”

I looked away toward the window again. Although, it wasn’t helping. I could still see his large, perfectly sun kissed, naked body out of the corner of my eye.

He leaned back onto his hands.

“I don’t know,” he eyed my 5-second outfit, giving me a full appraisal. “You’re not that nice to me and you're a . . . liar.”

“FINE! Fuck it! Forget it, I’ll just call a taxi,” I don’t need his insults right now. I need to get to class.

I felt a firm hand wrap around my small wrist.

“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry, Penny. That was out of line,” his eyes were filled with sorrow. He knew he was in the wrong, “I was just teasing you. I’m sorry.”

I let the nickname slide. Plus, I like the way it sounds coming from him. His hand dropped from my wrist to my hand giving it a gentle squeeze. His large fist could swallow my hand whole. He was so big. So firm. My eyes drifted from his hand all the way to the covers.

No. Stop it, Penelope.

I snapped out of my trance.

“I REALLY need a ride to school. If I’m late again, the professor will fail me,” my voice cracked with anxiety. “Please,” I begged.

He nodded and held my hand tightly to assure me he was going to help me. Cedric got off the bed, holding the blanket over his cock with his free hand. I stared at his hard pecs, which were only a few inches away from me. My body went limb and I forgot what I was even doing in his room.

“Okay. I’ll drive you,” his raspy voice unwrapped my stress.

He released my hand and gently pushed my hair behind my ear. I slowly moved my eyes up to his cool blue ones, examining him and his scorching body on the way up. He warmed me up with that smile.

“Okay. That’s great,” I stepped back feeling flustered and extremely horny. It was like Saturday all over again.

“Okay. Great,” I repeated. I walked away from him heading toward the door, avoiding eye contact. “Thanks, Cedric,” I said with my back toward him.

I began to close the door behind me until Cedric stopped me.

“You can leave the door open. I’ll be right out.”

“Okay.”

I walked over to the kitchen avoiding Cedric’s room as if it would blind me if I looked inside. I turned around the dining table and slowly took a glance into his room but I was too late. Cedric was clothed in his fitted jeans and was pulling a plain white t-shirt over his head. A wave of disappointment filled my body. I was sad that I didn’t get a peek at his cock . . .

What is wrong with me? Stop it.

He’s your dad’s friend. He’s 16 years older than you, Penelope, and . . . I watched him as he pulled his hair up into a bun.

Who am I kidding? I have always had a thing for older men who knew what they wanted.

No. Snap out of it.

Wake up, Penelope.

You need to put your foot down and push him away. This isn't right.

“I have 29 minutes before class starts,” I started to feel antsy. I let out a deep sigh that was mixed with so many complicated emotions. I was puzzled with the fact that I couldn't stop mentally fucking him and I was angry with myself for not waking up on time.

Think about your morals Penelope.

The only reason he wants to fuck you is because he thinks you’re easy. Because he saw you fucking yourself with a dildo yelling out his name and Daddy.

Oh my god.

I hide my face inside my hands, trying to forget everything.

I heard Cedric walk toward me and I looked up so he doesn't think there was anything on my mind.

He put on his jacket and gave me a sleepy smile, “You ready to go?”

I nodded.

* * *

We entered campus and I knew I was fine on time. I had 10 minutes before class started.

I directed Cedric to pull into the transit loop, where students usually get dropped off. But there were no cars behind us or in front of us. I guess this was because no one wanted a Monday class that starts at 7:30am.

The car ride was silent, probably because Cedric was still half asleep. The car came to a stop, but I hesitated to get out right away.

He gave me a slick smile, “So what do I get in return?”

I gave him my famous lifeless expression, “A sincere thank you.”

I placed my hand over the door handle, but I took it right off to look at him. I sat up straight and looked at him sharply.

“What?”

“You know nothing is going to happen between us,” I said with confidence, lying to both of us.

“Really?” he let out one chuckle.

“It’s wrong. I mean —,” I looked down at my phone, playing with the volume buttons. “You’re a lot older than me, 16 years to be exact, and you're my dad’s friend.”

I looked back at him, but he didn't say anything. His facial expression still screaming ‘Really?’

“I don’t like older men,” I lied. “I know I didn’t stop you on . . . Saturday,” my voice went quiet remembering his touch on my panties. “But — that was just my — I got caught up. It — it was a mistake,” I spluttered.

I went back to looking at the buttons on my phone.

“So, you’re telling me you want nothing from me.”

“Yes,” I gave him a strong stare. I tried to believe my answer so he would as well.

“Mmm-hmm,” he nodded.

He wrapped his arm around my chair. My heart started to race as leaned in closer.

“So, you don’t like me?”

“I think it would be best if we just ignored each other until you leave next Thursday. I still feel very . . . exposed . . . around you.”

“And you want nothing to do with me?”

“YES!” I snapped.

Why wasn’t he understanding this? Why is he making it so hard for me?

He moved his hand away from my seat and gripped the steering wheel. “Okay.”

Wait. Seriously?

 This is coming from the man who asked me rated-R questions to forget a memory I didn’t want him to have in the first place.

“That’s it?”

“Yeah,” his voice was cold and distant.

“Okay.”

There was a side of me that wished he wasn’t listening to me. I wished he told me to shut up with a kiss and tell me; Daddy’s going to have you, no matter what. I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the inappropriate fantasies I shouldn’t have right now.

“Thanks again . . . for the ride. I don’t know what I would have done without you, Cedric.”

He nodded, focusing all his attention to the cold and windy trees in front of him.