Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
But now the situation is turned on its head, and I’ve behaved like an utter tool ... and it’s my sweet Jenna who’s going to pay the price.
8
Jenna
“So how’s my dad?” Emma burbles, bouncing up and down on my dorm bed. “I haven’t see you, or him, in forever.”
I laugh because revealing my secret relationship with Rick to his daughter wasn’t easy. How do you confess that you’re secretly in love with your friend’s father, and that even crazier, that you met him on an escort site? But I couldn’t lie forever because Emma and I have grown close, and she could sense that I’d met someone. She kept probing and prying, and finally, the truth came out.
“What?” she sputtered when I finally told her. “My dad? Are you crazy? He’s so old! Eeew!”
I smiled.
“Rick’s not that old,” I said diplomatically. “He’s forty-five.”
Emma looks repulsed, her skin literally going a bit green.
“That’s old, girlfriend. Again, eeew. But I don’t get it. How did you guys even meet?”
I take a deep breath.
“Through Sweet Lies,” I said in an even tone. “Remember that site—”
“Oh my god, my dad’s on Sweet Lies?” Emma screeches. “Oh my god, oh my god! I was thinking of signing up there too! What if we had crossed paths! Can you imagine seeing your dad’s dating profile? Disgusting!”
I giggled because the situation was so ridiculous that there was nothing to do but laugh. But thankfully, it seems my friend is more preoccupied with the absurdity of the situation, as opposed to any betrayal of our friendship. I finally convinced her to have dinner with me and Rick, and it turned out completely fine. If anything, Emma is happy for us, and excited that her dad finally has a girlfriend after all these years.
But yes, I’m careful when I chat with my buddy because Emma doesn’t need to know about the hot and raunchy sex I’m having with her dad. And yes, Rick’s and my sex life has only gone through the roof because we’ve incorporated a lot of forbidden acts into our play, including an assortment of naughty toys, as well as the rawness of unprotected intimacy. I love it because I had no idea that so much could be done when a man and a woman decide to be together like that. I’ve had Rick’s cock in me everywhere, and he leaves me creamy and dripping, sore and achy at every chance he gets. So I smile purposefully at my friend, intent on steering the subject elsewhere. Anywhere else, actually.
“So what’s been going on in the dorms? I’m hardly here anymore—”
Then, my skin blanches of all color as I run for the small garbage can by the door. No vomit comes out of my mouth, but I certainly hack and cough like my life depends on it.
“Let it out!” my friend commands while delivering powerful pounds to my back. “The dry heaving helps.”
I stop coughing for a moment, and hold up my hand as my eyes water.
“Thanks,” I say in a hoarse tone. “Yeah, I’m okay. It must have been something I ate.”
Emma throws me a skeptical look.
“Are you sure? I mean you are having a lot of sex, right? Are you late?”
I stop for a moment.
“Em, I’m on the shot. I don’t always get my period, but that doesn’t mean anything. I’m not pregnant.”
Emma thinks for a moment.
“Okay, but it could mean a number of things, and you know I’m pre-med. Are your breasts tender?” my friend inquires importantly. “Have you experienced weight gain? Are you overly fatigued?”
I stare at my pretty friend again.
“Em, I’m always tired because your dad keeps me up all hours with his dick. Is that what you want to know?’
“No!” she squeals. “I’m just saying that maybe you could be pregnant. Maybe I’m getting finally getting a baby brother or sister after all these years.”
I stare at her.
“Em, I just told you I’m on Depo Provera. The effectiveness of the shot is a hundred percent if used properly, and it’s your dad who’s been administering the shots. He’s a doctor. He knows what he’s doing.”
Emma nods.
“Okay, but I still think you should take a home pregnancy test because nothing’s ever perfect. Even with a doctor administering the injections,” she says, waggling her brows. “Besides, maybe my dad wants to get you pregnant.”
“He would never do that without my consent —” I begin.
“No, of course not,” Emma soothes. “But you never know with these things. Science isn’t perfect, and never has been! Some things can only be explained as the stork dropping in at the wrong house.”
I laugh because my friend is so silly sometimes.
“Okay, I’ll swing by the drugstore and pick up a package on my way back. But seriously, Em, I’m not pregnant, and you’re not getting a little brother or sister. It’s not even a possibility.”