He invited me over for dinner again. I accepted. He asked me so nicely at the lecture hall if I would try again, and for him, I would. I felt differently about him now than before we’d slept together. Wherever we went from here, whether I would deal with Beth or not, Alec and I would always have that together – I had given my virginity to him.

When I arrived, Beth crept out of her room like a puppy that knew it had done something wrong.

“Thank you for coming,” Alec said with a smile while we stood in the living room. “Beth was hoping to get a chance to speak to you.” He looked pointedly at his daughter. Beth sighed.

“I’m sorry about how I behaved on Saturday,” she said. “It was rude.”

I nodded. “It’s okay,” I said. “We all have our off days. I appreciate the apology.”

Beth nodded, still looking like she’d shrunken in on herself. We walked to the patio where Alec and Beth had set out the cutlery again. We sat down. Beth was quieter, this time. We talked about everything and nothing, making trivial conversation but the night was worth it. Beth was nice to me. Alec was a dream – not only was he fucking good in bed, or on the chair, rather, he was funny and interesting as well.

“I’ll be right back,” Alec said after we’d eaten. “I’m getting dessert.”

He disappeared into the kitchen and Beth and I were alone at the table. She glanced at me. The silence was awkward.

“I’m glad you came,” Beth said after a moment. I blinked at her, unsure if I’d heard her right. I was sure she hated me.

“Thank you,” I said.

She nodded. “I don’t like making room for people in this house – it’s always been me and my dad. But he’s happy, and that’s a big deal. He never thinks about himself even though he tries to look all big. So… I guess this is not so bad.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had been convinced Beth hated my guts, and here she wasn’t only being nice, she was saying things that meant something to me. She was being a little grown up, deciding to move over to let someone else in.

“I appreciate that Beth,” I said.

She nodded, not making eye-contact.

Alec returned with ice cream and chocolate sauce. Beth’s face lit up, and she sat up like a child, waiting for her dessert. She was still toeing the line, not sure when she was going to be a little older and when she would fall back and be a little girl again. It was a tough time; I got that. I would let the poor girl off the hook for being difficult sometimes.

I was glad I hadn’t acted out on Saturday and said horrible things to her after how she’d treated me. Being an adult went both ways.

Her phone pinged, and she glanced at Alec. “Can I get that?” she asked. “It might be Marci.”

Alec nodded, and Beth pulled her phone out of her pocket. She typed on the screen before she nodded.

“It’s Marci. Her dad will be here in ten minutes. Is that okay?”

“As long as you guys are back by nine I’m happy, sweetheart. Go, get your stuff.”

Beth got up and skipped into the house. I looked at Alec.

“She’s going to the library with a friend. John is picking her up and bringing her back again.” He reached across the table for my hand, stroking the back with his fingertips. “That means we’ll be alone for two whole hours.”

The way he looked at me made me shiver. I knew what he was saying, and my nerve endings were suddenly on fire. Need ran through my body.

Ten minutes later, the car arrived as promised and after kissing Alec on the cheek, Beth was out the door. The dad waved at Alec from the car, opening the door for Beth and then they were gone.

Alec closed the door again and put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I gasped when he pushed me up against the wall next to the door. He kissed me, pinning me with his hip and the thick length of flesh in his pants told me exactly what he’d had in mind for our two hours alone time.

Alec wasted no time pushing his hands under my shirt and pulling down the cups of my bra. His hands were on my breasts, kneading, massaging. My nipples were hard against his palms.

“I want you in my room, now,” he growled against my lips. Alec took my hand and led me to his bedroom before I could answer. It didn’t matter – the answer was yes.

When we were in the room, he pulled my shirt off. He picked me up, walked me over to the bed and dropped me on the mattress. I yelped. He undid my pants and pulled them off. He was so demanding it was a hell of a turn on. I wanted him to fuck me.

“On your knees,” he ordered, and I obeyed. I was stark naked, and he was still dressed. He undid his pants while I kneeled before him and pulled out his cock, thick and hard, the tip already wet. I opened my mouth, and he pushed into my mouth. I took in the length of him, working my way down his shaft until his tip pushed down my throat. He pushed his hands into my hair and held my head in place, bucking his hips so that he slid in and out. He fucked my mouth, and I’d imagined this scenario so many times I was soaking wet.

Alec pulled back, suddenly, gasping. “That’s enough,” he said in a breathy voice. “Get up and bend over the bed.”

I did as he asked. I was trembling with desire, ready to do anything he wanted. He had been so demanding, so dominating. It was more than I could ever have hoped for. When I fantasized about Alec, this was what we would be doing. I had never thought it would come true.

With my hands on the bed and ass pointing at Alec, he grabbed my hips with his hands, his fingers digging into my skin. He was in control, and I liked it. He positioned himself at my entrance, and I was dripping wet. When his tip pushed against my entrance, I held my breath in anticipation. He slid into me, and I cried out as he split me open. His dick was slick, hard, sliding in and out of me. I cried out as he fucked me, hammering into me harder and harder.

Alec slid his hand up my back, and I shivered. He gripped my hair and pulled it back so that my back was arched, pushing my breasts out and he held me in place. He fucked me harder, still, pounding into me, and I cried out with every stroke, moaning loudly.

This was so much better than the first time. I’d heard that. The first time had been good but this… this was fucking fantastic.

It didn’t take long before my first orgasm shattered through my body. I convulsed, my legs trembling, struggling to hold up my body. Alec let go of my hair so I could drop my head and I shuddered, feeling my body clamp down around him. He groaned as he pumped into me.

When he pulled out, I whimpered. I was raw already, sensitive.

“Turn around,” he commanded, using his hands on my hips to help flip me over. I laid on my back, and my thighs fell open for him. Alec crawled between my legs and pushed into me without ceremony. I cried out again, and he didn’t start slowly and work his way up. He pumped into me hard from the get-go, and it was delicious, just this side of pain and the kind of rough I needed.

I orgasmed another time. It rocked through my body, and I was left limp and panting afterward. When I came again, Alec asked for another position change, and I was on top of him. I rode him. I fucked him as hard as I could, bucking my hips back and forth, my breasts swinging in Alec’s face. He reached for them and squeezed them.

My clit rubbed against his pubic bone, and I rubbed myself up into a frenzy while I fucked him, pushing for another orgasm. It came hard and fast, and I collapsed on his chest, convulsing and shuddering. Alec wrapped his arms around my body and fucked me from beneath, hammering into me while I orgasmed. I prolonged it, stretched it out until all I knew was what we were doing, our bodies colliding.

Alec shoved himself deep inside me, and he came, too, releasing. He groaned in my ear, and we lay in a pile of limbs, gasping and breathing hard, riding the orgasm out, melding together until I didn’t know where I ended and he began.