I pulled up my black stockings and zipped up my black pencil skirt. I tugged on my white button down shirt and slapped all of the creases out. I made sure to button my shirt all the way up, even though Maggie always makes fun of me because I look too conservative. She doesn’t even button her shirt all the way to the top, and she’s the owner. I don’t care. I think I look cute.

I did a little twirl in the mirror admiring my work outfit. All I have to do now is put on my makeup.

I opened the bathroom door wide open to see a large, fit man wearing only his dark blue boxer briefs. Cedric placed his beard trimmer on the vanity and shifted his body to face me. My eyes ran across his thick legs until I got to his cock. He wasn’t hard, but he was still so . . . big.

“Hey, Penny,” he gave me a little wink.

I headed toward my room, closing the door behind me.  

“I need the bathroom,” my voice broke as I talked to him through the wooden door.  

My body was steamy from just looking at him. I can’t be near Cedric without wanting to rip off all his clothes, which lately doesn't seem like a challenge since he is practically always naked around me.

I took a deep breath.

I have to play it cool. I still have to pretend I don’t want anything to do with him. I just have to survive until he leaves.

The door swung open. Cedric’s flawless body greeted me as I stood my ground. His musky scent overwhelmed me making my mind drift.

I have to play it cool.

I looked up at him with a serious expression on my face, “I need the bathroom.”

“Well, good thing you have two sinks,” I watched his almost naked body walk away from me. I stood in the doorway of my bedroom and the bathroom. It was as if I was in the middle of a battle between my morals and desires.

“I would rather be alone. I need to get ready for work.”

“And I need to get ready for a date,” Cedric smiled at me.

A date? I felt my jaw drop a little, but I closed my mouth. He has a date? He’s only been here for less than a week and already has a date? My face was still while I tried to hide my emotions, but it was hard when jealousy started to fill my body.

Stop it, Penelope. You’re the one that pushed him away.

This is what you wanted. Isn’t it?

Cedric watched my reaction but then went back to trimming his beard with a blissful grin on his face.

“How long are you going to take?” I pulled my hair behind my ear.

“30 minutes, maybe more,” he spoke loudly over the buzzing of his trimmer.

I can grab my makeup bag and go to the bathroom upstairs to my dad’s bathroom. It’s not that big of a deal. I looked over at Cedric as he groomed himself to perfection.

I let out a sigh and joined Cedric in the bathroom. I have to leave in 10 minutes to catch the bus so I’ll just hurry. I pulled out my makeup bag from the cabinet and noticed Cedric was staring at me at the corner of his eye. There was a silence between us as I leaned over the vanity to put on my mascara.

A chuckle broke the silence of the bathroom.

“What’s with that face?”

I stopped putting my makeup on and darted my eyes toward him.

“I’m guessing that’s your ‘makeup face?’” he chuckled without giving me a chance to respond.

“Every girl makes this face, it’s the mascara face. I don't get why you’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun of you. It’s a sexy face,” he smirked at me as he trimmed the last part of his beard. He ran his large hand over his beard, making sure he was completely done, but he wasn’t. I looked at my reflection and noticed my cheeks turning red. I wanted to yell at myself and tell my body to keep it under control, but I couldn’t.

Just play it cool, Penelope.

“Thanks,” I said softly. I didn’t really know how to respond to that comment, even though my pussy was wet from the word ‘sexy’ rolling off his tongue.

He scoffed.

Cedric finished trimming his beard as I finished off my makeup with my favorite dusky pink lipstick. He cleaned up the counter top, and then walked over to my side of the bathroom to grab a dry towel. But before he reached for a towel he stopped right behind me. His body was only a few inches away from me, I could practically feel his body heat melting my panties. My heart stopped as I watched him in the mirror, biting his lip and looking down at me.

“Can I help you?”

I waited for his eyes to meet my eyes in the mirror but instead Cedric’s hard cock pressed against my ass, pinning me into the vanity. I let out an excited gasp as I dropped my lipstick in the sink and placed my hands on the countertop.

Cedric’s light blue eyes watched me in the mirror as a little smile crossed my lips. He placed his hands on top of mine, making sure I had nowhere to go. He lowered his lips toward my ear and grunted as he thrust his growing cock against my ass. His cool eyes penetrated me, sending my body in all different directions as he watched my every expression just like he had during our first encounter.

“I found out something interesting about you . . .” he breathed in my ear.

My eyes widened as my heart began to race faster. He moved my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck. I felt so relaxed and at peace at this moment. He began to slowly kiss my neck, giving my body a rush with each kiss. I closed my eyes, giving in to the sensation of his lips on my flesh.

“. . . I found out . . .”

I moaned over his words as I ignored him and let my body express how much I craved his touch.

“. . . That you love older men. Older men like me.”

I gasped and turned my head toward him, “How . . .”

Cedric delayed my question with a faint chuckle and a kiss on my cheek. He released me from his trap, leaving me breathless and aroused.

He walked over to his sink and started to dry off the countertop with his towel as if he had nothing else on his mind. Mindlessly, I watched him clean up as my eyes darted toward his hard cock tightly pressed tightly against his boxer briefs.

“How did you find out?” my voice broke, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his cock.

Stop getting distracted with his cock, Penelope! For fucks sake!

“Your dad, told me,” he threw the towel on the cabinet and began to pull his long hair into a bun.

His eyes watched me in the mirror. “You know you’re going to be late for work if you don’t hurry . . . and I’m going to be late for my date,” he finished with his hair and faced me, “Unless you don’t want me to go on this date. Just say the word and I won’t go.”

Wait, would he really cancel his date because of me?

Then again, the only reason he is going on a date was because of me. Because I pushed him away. Because I want a serious relationship not just a hookup or a fling.

Without even thinking, I said, “No. Go on your date. Have fun,” the words felt painful the second they left my lips.

Cedric’s eyebrows rose, “You sure?”

He was giving me another chance to respond truthfully. But what was the point in telling him the truth? It’s not like there would be anything between us, other than lust. Definitely lust.

I want a meaningful relationship. Or at least I think I wanted a meaningful relationship.

“I’m sure, Cedric,” I puckered my lips and turned my back to him. I headed toward my room slowly, still thinking about my decision.

This was for the best, even though it doesn't feel right.

This was for the best . . .

I think.