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"He's great, Sir."
"Okay then. I guess I'll see you at the house this evening," he says, picking up his bag from his desk. I watch him leave before putting a hand on my pounding chest.
I'm going to see him tonight. I can barely control my feelings. How am I going to survive sleeping two doors away from him?!
Chapter Two
Kevin
Now that I'm away from Rochelle, I desperately walk to my office, eager to catch the breath I had held since I recognized her in my class. When was the last time I saw her? Three years ago, on her parents' anniversary? I had been stunned by her beauty then but quickly reminded myself that admiring a beautiful young woman old enough to be my daughter was inappropriate. I buried that admiration a long time ago. When Amy asked me if she could move in with us, I couldn’t tell her ‘no’. What if she thought I didn’t like Rochelle, or worse … Seeing her now, in my class, as a young, gorgeous psychology major, knowing that I'll have to see her every day, deeply unsettles me.
I go to my office and immediately lock the door. Grateful that I'm in the confines of my office, I let out a shaky breath. I berate myself for acting this way over a young woman. I guess it's the long years of celibacy. Amy told me several times to date again, after the divorce from Esther, and had even set me up on some blind dates, but I wasn't emotionally ready for a relationship. Reluctantly, I agreed to try dating, but none of the women I had met over the years made me feel … like this.
I do a quick set of burpees and douse my face with cold water. I feel a lot better, and the raging boner that was threatening to tear out of my pants when I saw Rochelle is back to normal.
I'll just stay away from her. That's it. I'll stay away from her at home as well.
I begin to think of several excuses not to go home. But why should Amy have to suffer not seeing her Dad? Afterall, she moved in with me so that we could spend more time together. I collapse into my leather chair and hold my head in my hands. Amy's mom and I share custody, and although my relationship with Amy’s mom didn't end on good terms, we've been able to nail co-parenting over the years. Unfortunately, I had to move to California two years ago to take up the lecturing job and continue my research. Now that Amy is here in California, I want to spend as much time as possible with her before she graduates and flies off the horizon. But what do I do about Rochelle?
You know what to do, Kevin! You stay away from her. Don't think about her. Don't even think about the fact that she's in the same house as you. Don't think.
I decide to spend the night in my office to strategize on how to navigate living with Amy and Rochelle. I call Amy first and tell her I won't be home for dinner.
"Hi Dad," she says excitedly. I resent hurting her feelings, but I have no choice.
"Hi, Sweetie ... um, I won't be home for dinner, okay. I'm completely swamped here and have a deadline for my paper and ..."
"Come on, Dad! Not again. You haven't been home for a whole week.”
"I know, baby, but ..."
"Rochelle is moving in today. I planned a huge, delicious dinner with wine and everything for the three of us! Please, Dad. Just leave your work for just one night. There's always tomorrow. Plus it's not good for your eyes and your brain, Doc. Why don’t you have a break, eat with us, and then work later after a nice hearty meal?"
I couldn't say no to her, not after staying away for a week. Besides, I didn't want Rochelle to think I didn't want her to live with us. Also, I could do with a decent meal and a break. Start of term is always hectic.
"Okay... I'll be home for dinner!"
"Excellent! I’ll put a bottle of champagne in the fridge to cool so we can celebrate having a new roomie together. Thanks Dad! See ya ... oh! Rochelle and I are headed to her old apartment to get the rest of her things. We won’t be long.”
"That's ... nice," I reply, shutting my eyes. "Bye, Amy."
"Bye, Dad."
I put my phone down on the table and put my head in my hands. I suddenly crave a cold, icy shower, so I grab my keys. I briskly walk to the garage and race home, wanting to get there before them and attempt to sort myself out.
I step into the shower to try and wash the day’s events away. I think about Rochelle and wonder why a 20-year-old has this effect on me. I shut my eyes and think about the way Rochelle looked after class in those tight jeans and T-shirt. The cold shower does nothing to stop this hard erection. I try to ignore it, but think better of it. I can’t sit through dinner with a raging hard-on. So, I place my hand around my penis and begin to sort myself out. If I’m going to be in her company tonight, with alcohol, I need to deal with this now. My mind begins to drift … I wonder whether she’ll wear those jeans tonight … or maybe she’ll change into something that can be easily taken off … What color bra was she wearing today? I’m sure I could see her nipples poking through … Oh, and the way she formed the word ‘Sir’ with those her plump red lips of hers. I’d very much like to hear her say those words again. Maybe whilst my cock is in her mouth and I’m holding on to her and long blonde hair. I wonder what she sounds like when she comes … I chastise myself but continue beating down in the shower. It doesn’t take long until before my orgasm spills out of me.
Fuck. I’m in deep shit.
Chapter Three
Rochelle
"You've been jittery all through the ride," Amy says. "Is something wrong?"
"No, not really. I'm just nervous." I fix my gaze on the street as Amy drives us to her dad's house. I know that Amy will keep asking questions if I stay quiet. She has always had an uncanny ability to guess what I'm thinking.
"Is it about dad?"
