FALLING FOR MY STEPDADDY

FFMSD — 44

YOLANDA

“Okay, out with it! What happened?” Tory asks as soon as we enter my apartment.

I frown and tilt my head, looking at him.

“What are you talking about?” I ask.

“You have been smiling to yourself on your way here. What happened in the house because I waited so long for you to come out, and the moment you did, you were in a better mood, like one hundred percent. What happened?”

“I don’t kiss and tell, babe!” I exclaim, blushing to myself.

“Whaaaaat!? Who is he? Wait, are you telling me that you kissed one of those boys?” He air-quotes “boys”. “Argh, I don’t even want to know who it was because they are not even my type. My type is your father…”

I choke on my saliva and wheeze for air.

“Yolanda, are you okay? Do you need water?” Tory panics, rubbing my back.

I sit on the couch and shake my head.

“I am fine, Tory.

“Whew, for a moment I thought you forgot how to breathe. So, as I was saying, if I was not your friend, I would have jumped on your father and rode him so good. I need me a sugar daddy,”

My eyes widen and I have no answer for him. He keeps repeating “your father” as if he knows that I have broken the law and sinned with my father. He is just reminding me that no matter what I do, I kissed my father, the man that married my mother.

He is my stepdad. What we are both doing is wrong, but feelings are something that one cannot just switch on and off. They are genuine and hard to stop. I have strong emotional and physical feelings towards my stepfather. I tried so hard to stop it, I spent the whole year fighting it, but I can’t anymore.

“Tory, can we call it a night, please? The alcohol is drowning me,” It is just so hard to sit here and not think about this night. I am at my happiest and I know daddy is too. I am wondering how we are going to make things work between us.

Thando will now have a real reason to hate me, and I am not sure how Anele will feel but I know that I am going to get hurt badly if she hates me. I don’t want to lose her.

“No, you just want to lock yourself in that room to think about the boy you kissed. DISGUSTING!”

“What is so disgusting about kissing a man?”

“I would hate for you to lose your v-tag to any of those losers,” He argues.

“Who said it was one of those losers?” I question, raising an eyebrow.

“Yolanda! Who was it? Who was there that I did not even see?”

I laugh at his desperation for news.

“Good night, Tory. See you in the morning,” I rush to my room and close the door.

I take my phone out of my room and dial Daniel’s number. It was his order for me to call as soon as we arrive at my apartment.

He answers after the third ring, and I just want to melt down on the floor. It is so hot in the room. Did anyone turn on the heat?

“Baby girl, I was wondering when you might call me. Did you have a safe drive?” He asks, concernedly.

“Yes, daddy. I was just going to get in the shower before I go to sleep,”

“Mmh, I see. You could have stayed and taken a shower with me,”

Oh, my God. This is weird and I don’t want to make things awkward. This was my stepfather after all, so it might take a little while before I adjust comfortably that Daniel and I are in a romantic and intimate relationship.

“Well, I would have loved that, but I had to leave,”

“Next time I won’t let you leave. Anyway, all of us will be going out for breakfast tomorrow morning. I will fetch you at eight, so be ready then,”

I gasp.

“The four of us?” I ask.

“Yes, I am going out for breakfast with my three girls. Is that a problem?” He asks, gravely.

“Uhm, no. I will be ready then,”

“Good. Can’t wait to see you then,”

I look down and blush.

“Me too, Daddy,”

I am wondering if we are going to talk about our relationship and set up some boundaries, or if this is something that is just going to take off like a spaceship. I get very jealous because he is an attractive black man, and there is a competition of girls out there hoping to win him.

What if he breaks my heart?

“Let me not keep you waiting, babe; good night,”

“Good night, daddy.”

***

It is morning, and I am knocking on the door like a mad woman in the room that Tory is sleeping in. He has locked himself inside the room and I can hear him snoring. I want to tell him that I will be leaving in twenty minutes, but he is refusing to wake up. I guess I will leave him a note.

I haven’t dressed yet, but I have taken a bath already and done my makeup, nothing heavy. I am just in my black satin robe and a white thong, and while I still have time, I make my way to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee.

With only ten minutes before eight, a knock on the door disturbs my moment with my coffee. I forcefully drag myself off the barstool in the kitchen and walk towards the door. As I open, I am met with Daniel, looking handsome as ever in his navy-blue slacks, white shirt exposing his chest and white and black Jordans. He smells so good too, I think he bought a different cologne now.

“Daddy,” I step aside and let him in. I close the door and just as I turn, Daniel picks me up and pins my back against the door.

“Did you have a good sleep?” He asks, getting between my legs.

“Y-yes, daddy,” I nervously answer.

He doesn’t say anything further but kisses me while his hands grab my insufficient ass.

I moan, closing my eyes. I feel my thong getting wet, and if daddy is not too careful, I might dampen his shirt. I feel really tiny in his big bod; how am I going to handle such a big man?

“Daddy, we need to stop. Tory is here,” I whisper as soon as his mouth moves from my lips, down to my neck.

“He might as well sit and watch, because it is so hard to let you go right now, boo,” He continues traumatising my body.

He moves us from the door and lies to me on the couch. What is he doing?

“Daddy,”

“You did not cut the cake to anyone, did you?” He asks, gazing his eyes into mine.

“No,” Without hesitation, I respond.

“Good girl,” He brushes my thighs with his warm hands and pulls my thong down.

I clench my thighs together, feeling embarrassed. This situation is embarrassing and not quite easy to open to. Daniel does not seem to care, which makes me wonder if he had always had s****l desires towards me because I hundred percent sure have loved him like a father, which is why it is a bit hard to adjust to him being my man. He was married to my mom and my mother would have not allowed this.

“Babe, you don’t need to be embarrassed when it is only you and I. Sooner or later, I am going to make love to you, so you need to get used to these kinds of touches from me,” He advices, parting my thighs before he runs his hand on my coochie with pressure.

“Damp,” He announces, showing me his fingers. He looks so proud for making me wet.

I lick my lower lip and pull it in between my teeth. I think it is clear that I am horny. Only if I can have his black c**k filling me up right now. Our eyes are locked on each other, and the tension is so thick. We are both trying to resist the urge to turn this lounge into a s*x room. His hand slowly goes back down “there” and makes it to my clit. He slowly massages it with deep pressure, and I flap my head back and moan.

“Oh, daddy,”

Before I could even call out all these names, a cough makes me jump off the couch as if something bit me. I fix my robe and look around for something not in order, and to my surprise, Daniel is so chilled on the couch like we almost didn’t get caught. Tory was coughing and I can hear his footsteps getting closer.

“My underwear,” I say, softly. I am panicking. I got lost in the moment and forgot about Tory.

Daniel shrugs, licking his fingers.

“Oh, good morning. I didn’t know that you had company,” Tory says, walking shirtless into the room. He yawns and stretches his arms. If he was not gay, I would have probably been his girlfriend.

“Tory, I am going to leave now. I am quickly going to put on my clothes, and I’ll be right back,” I run away from the living room, going to my room.

***

“Where are they?” I ask, walking into the French restaurant and looking around for my two stepsisters.

When we left my apartment, I thought I would find them in the car, but then I thought we were going to meet up with them in the restaurant.

“They did not agree to come, so it is just the two of us,” He holds my hand publicly, which I quickly retract and follow him behind.

He is not happy about it; I can hear by how he growled.

He opens the chair for me, and I take a seat before he sits next to me.

“Never ever do that again, Yolanda,” He warns me, but softly. I shrug and cross my leg on top of another.

The waiter walks to our table and drops the menus before he asks to take our drink orders.

“Strong black coffee,” Daniel says.

“Just latte, please.” As soon as the waiter leaves, I turn to Daniel. “You didn’t even let me enjoy my morning coffee, earlier,” I complain.

“Babe, whenever I see you, I want to manipulate every second of it on you. This is a way to make up for all those times I couldn’t be with you. So tell me, how is it going at school?”

This is the question that he never misses to ask whenever he sees me.

“Comes with so much work. I have a final mid-year exam to write next week before the winter holiday, but other than that, I am doing so well,”

“I’m glad to hear. After your final exam, you and I will go on a vacation so that we can have quality time, just the two of us. Where do you want us to go?”

“Oh, vacation!?” I exclaim, excitedly. “Gosh, there are many places I want to go to. I’ll tell you once I have made up my mind,”

He sneaks his hand under the table and slides it on my thigh, softly. I am wearing a green short leather skirt, so my thighs are easy to success.

“I’ll leave you to that. Ready to order?”