Who was she? Was she Brad’s cousin or maybe his younger sister?

I lay in my bed thinking about the brown-eyed girl on all fours with a purple dildo in her pussy. I mean I only came into the room because I heard my name being called, but the second I saw her . . .

I couldn't leave. I should have left. I know I should’ve left . . . but I couldn’t.

I just wanted to watch her. I wanted to watch her body on all fours fucking that cock on her mirror, which I might add, was very clever. I know I should have left, but then — then she called me Daddy and . . .

I lost it.

I wanted to take her right then and there, but . . .

Who was she?

Her soft-spoken “hi” still ringing in my ear. I grunted as I rubbed my cock through my thick jeans.

How can someone be so erotic and cute at the same time?

I wanted to take out my cock and jerk off to the brown-eyed girl while my memory was still fresh, but I couldn’t. Bradley texted me that he would be coming any minute. I let out a long sigh as I looked over at the bathroom door, which I knew it was a shared bathroom with the brown-eyed girl.

Wait, was that . . .

Is that Brad’s daughter?

No.

I shook my head from the crazy thought. From what I could gather, it seemed like his daughter was young, like nine or ten. Definitely not an adult. I mean he was yelling at her for eating rice.

That girl couldn’t be his daughter.

I wanted to go knock on her door and give her a proper greeting, but something tells me she doesn’t want to see me since she was probably mad at me or embarrassed. My mind drew out her perfectly curvy body down on all fours.

She had nothing to be embarrassed about, plus, she couldn’t be that mad at me. She did call me her Daddy after all.

I snickered.

Damn. She’s drop dead sexy.

“Hello!” I heard a familiar voice address the house.

I hopped off my bed. “Hey! Brad!” I walked over to the front door and greeted my old roommate.

“Holy shit!” he took a good glance at me. “What the actual fuck, you haven’t changed. At all.”

I chuckled, “Sorry. I can’t say the same thing about you.” My eyes went straight to his thick dark hair with silver sprinkled on the side.

“Shut up,” he punched my arm. “I’ll have you know that I haven’t gained any weight since college. I am what they call a ‘dilf.’”

“A what?” I arched my eyebrow at him.

“Dad I’d like to Fuck,” he grinned from ear to ear, proud of his nickname.

I shook my head. “Honestly, I was expecting you to look worse, being an accountant and all. But you look good,” I looked up and down at him. He hasn’t really changed that much. I felt like we were back at our old dorm ready to pull stupid pranks and dares on each other.

“You too, Rapunzel. Seriously, though. You’re 34 years old, shouldn’t you get a haircut?” He went over to the fridge and grabbed us a beer.

“Hell NO. I like my hair, and I’m going to keep it long.”

I looked down at the end of my hair that went a few inches past my collarbone.

“Maybe we can make that dare again and you can reunite with your Mohawk,” his laugh filled the whole house.

“Fuck no. If I couldn’t do it when I was younger. I won’t be able to do it now.”

“Your hair is as long as my daughter’s,” he shook his head.

“If it bothers you so much I will keep my hair in a bun.”

He busted out laughing. “So you're going to share hair ties and clog the shower drain like my daughter does,” he was laughing so hard he was tearing up.

“It took me years to grow it back after that stupid dare!” I roared.

“Yeah, true,” he wiped away a fake tear.

There was a comfortable silence between us as we sipped our beer.

“When am I going to meet your daughter?”

He looked over at his watch, “An hour or so.”

“So where’s the wife?”

He looked at me and let out a soft laugh, “No wife. No girlfriend. Just a single dad,” he shrugged.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” I felt like shit for assuming he had a wife. It looked like he didn't want to talk about it so I didn’t bother with a follow up question.

A door creaked to the right of us.

It was her.

The brown eyed girl. She was wearing a pair of tight black leggings and a long oversized knitted sweater. She was exposing no skin whatsoever, but I could still draw out her body in my mind.

“Pen? What are you doing home?” Brad asked.

Wait.

Pen . . . Penelope. Penelope as in his daughter.

How old is his daughter?

She slowly walked toward us and gave Brad a hug.

“Hey, Dad,” she talked into her turtleneck.  

“I thought you had class today?”

“It was cancelled. The professor wasn’t feeling well,” she mumbled looking down at the ground. She was avoiding me, but could you blame her?

“Oh. Cedric, this is my daughter. Penelope.”

She stuck out her hand, waiting for me to grab it. I encased her delicate hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze without even thinking.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” she had no emotion in that sentence while she looked through me.

“I’m going to go to my room to study for midterms.”

“Okay, Sweetie. I’ll call you when dinner's ready.”

“I’ll probably just eat in my room,” she cleared her throat.

She ignored the fact that I was there after she shook my hand. She acted as if nothing had happened.

“She’s pretty shy and cold towards people she doesn’t know. You’ll be lucky if you get a smile from her.”

I chuckled as I thought about her cute giggle and smile after her orgasm.

“Well, hopefully, I get to see that smile before I leave,” I smirked to myself until I realized something. “Hmm, she’s in college, right? She’s . . . 18?”

“Yeah, she goes to community college right now, she’ll figure out what she wants to do eventually,” Brad took a sip of his beer. “Hey. You said you needed to get a car?” Brad changed the conversation topic without a second thought.

“Yeah. I need to rent a car for the next week or two before I can lease one.”

“So, two weeks?” he laughed sadly.

“With you. I’ll be in Baltimore for three months. I am just staying two weeks with you until I find an apartment.”

“Wait! Are you serious?” his eyes snapped into an excited state.

“Yeah. I probably should have told you on the phone but I was kind of crazy busy with trying to figure everything out. Basically, one of the guys at the firm quit randomly and they needed an architect ASAP. But as soon as I found out it was in Baltimore, I decided to take the job myself.”

“Shit. I know literally nothing about you. I didn’t even know you were an architect.”

“It’s cool. We haven't really talked since college. Thank god, you never changed your number,” I patted his back.

Brad let out a chuckle.

“I need to rent a car by tonight since I need to go to work in the city tomorrow morning.”

“There’s a Rent-A-Car a few miles away we can go too.”

* * *

“Hi, I’m Cassie. Welcome to Rent-A-Car. How can I help you?” a perky blond in a tight pants suit greeted us, but mostly focused on me.

“We need to rent a car for a week. Maybe two weeks?” Brad looked over to me.

I nodded at Brad then looked over at the blond who was biting her lip and obviously checking me out. I walked over to the exotic cars they kept inside a separate part of the large garage.

Brad and the blond followed behind me.

“Did you have a particular car in mind?”

“I’ll take the Panamera,” I looked inside of the Porsche admiring its dark brown interior and the glossy white body paint.

“Oh, excellent choice,” she giggled.

She walked over to the back office, her heels clicking on the tile floor.

“You should ask her out?” Brad said, right behind me.

“Jesus. Don’t sneak up on me.”

Brad laughed, “Maybe you should get her number?”

I looked over at the desk where Cassie was getting all the paperwork in order. I do have a thing for younger women, but she wasn't my type.

“Why don't you ask her out?” I looked over at Brad who was practically drooling over her.

“Nah. She’s really into you.”

The blond walked over to us, her clicking heels echoing through the garage.

“The car is available. I just need your driver’s license.”

I opened my wallet and handed her my Florida driver’s license.

“Follow me this way Cedric Axel Mount,” she read out my name sensually.

She was trying too hard to be sexy, and I hated it.

“So, if you can just sign here, Mr. Mount.”

I signed the last piece of document.

Brad winked at me and coughed, “My friend is a little shy . . .”

What is he doing?

“. . . but he was wondering if you would like to go on a date with him.”

Cassie started to turn red, as though she was left in the sun for too long.

“Listen, I think —,” I spoke up.

“Yes. I would love to,” she interrupted me rudely.

I let out a frustrated sigh as she walked toward the car.

“You're welcome,” Brad sang.

“Thanks, but I’m going to pass,” I whispered quietly so Cassie wouldn't hear us.

“Dude. Seriously? Do it for me. If I’m not getting any pussy then at least you should,” Brad angrily whispered, as if I had offended him because I didn’t want to go out on the date.

“You need to get laid,” I shook my head at him.

“And you will get laid,” Brad eyed the blond.

“Is everything okay?” She turned around and looked at us as she bit her lip again.

“Yes. Perfect,” I grinned fakely.

She blushed, “Here is the car if you want to take a look and see, Mr. Mount.”

Brad got inside of the expensive car and started playing around with the different buttons.

“Here are your keys,” Cassie handed me the keys and her business card.

She invaded my space and slowly whispered in my ear, “Hopefully, I get to see you again . . . Mr. Mount,” her lips were millimeters away from my ear, but it had no effect on me

I was just not interested in her. She just seemed so . . . desperate. Too easy. She seemed like the type of girl that always gets what she wants.

“I’ll open the garage for you Mr. Mount,” she walked away.

“Thanks.”

I jumped inside of car as Brad grinned from one ear to the other.

“I did well, didn’t I? She was practically begging for you,” Brad chuckled.

“She was,” I started up the car.

“So, you're going on a date with her?”

Probably not.

“We’ll see,” I mumbled as I revved the engine and headed toward the exit.