Liza wants to help her friend (Part 2 of 4)

Liza wants to help her friend (Part 2 of 4)


With those last words, Bob thought he saw Alice jump as his words hit her, but Alice, still not looking up, only nodded yes. Bob followed up with another question. Teasingly, he asked, Alice, do I know this boy you were thinking about late at night? Would I approve of him I only want the best for my beautiful Alice? Would he treat you nicely?

Alice's eyes rose up and looked at him in the window's reflection. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Hoping he wouldn't pursue the subject any farther, her green eyes pleaded for his sympathy. As her face became even more flushed, she nodded her head, yes.

Bob lowered his voice to a whisper and asked, Alice, I think I am embarrassing you so it must be very personal. Is it something we should keep a secret. When Alice nodded yes again, Bob waited a moment and then preceded Alice, were you thinking about me?


Alice lowered her eyes again and searched for an escape but finally she whispered back, yes but I cannot help it. I tried to stop but I couldn't. Please don't be mad.

With her admission, Bob knew that he had her now and tried to decide what to do about it. For a moment, he considered stopping but he couldn't let go of her hips or rather wouldn't. Instead of leaving, he pressed her against the counter, trapping her. Since he had gone commando because it was so hot outside, his hardened shaft was easily felt through his light cotton shorts. He wanted to see what Alice would do next.

The look on her face was priceless. It was a mixture of pain, shock and desire. Trying to act like a good little girl, Alice responded quickly, Mr. Thompson, I am sorry I gave you the wrong impression but you have to stop that right now. You shouldn't be touching me like that. It's not right.

As Alice feebly tried to get away, Bob grabbed the countertop to block her escape. Bob replied, are you just teasing me Alice? After your gifts and your poem, I thought you wanted your fantasy to become reality but I didn't realize you weren't mature enough to handle it. You have just been flirting with me without really meaning anything you have said. You have been lying to me.

Alice replied, No, that is not true. I really like you but we cannot go any further. It was just a little poem that I should never have shared with you.

That's to bad Alice. I thought you liked me as much as I like you. I was hoping to work something out between us but instead I have to ask you to leave. I cannot live with someone who is just teasing me, lying to me. Bob waited for the last words, his threat, to sink in.

Alice stopped trying to escape and looked at his reflection to see if he was joking. When she realized he wasn't, Alice pleaded, Please don't make me leave. I have no where else to live.

When he saw the worry appear on her face, Bob placed his hands back on her tiny waist and continued, See Alice, I have a problem. You aren't the only one thinking about us together. I have been thinking about you a lot but my problem is that I cannot stop myself anymore. You are on my mind all of the time and it is affecting my life. You need to do something about it. But if you don't want us to be together, I am left with no alternative. You cannot live here anymore because I will not be able to control myself. Especially if you continue living here with me but you remain off limits. It will drive me crazy. I hope you understand.

Alice pleaded, Mr. Thompson, please don't make me leave. I want to stay and I am sorry. I really like you but it would be wrong for us to do anything about our feelings.

Bob said, In that case, maybe you should go upstairs and start packing. But first, you will need to think of an excuse for Liza why you need to leave.

Bob pulled away just slightly to give Alice the illusion of being able to escape but she didn't leave. He could tell Alice was torn and didn't know what to do. Changing the subject, Bob asked, Alice, how much have you been thinking about me?

I cannot tell you. I'm embarrassed.

Alice stopped doing the dishes but left her hands in the water as he closed the trap again and tightly pressed his groin against her ass. He could feel her body heat through both of their garments. When Alice realized her escape was cutoff, his harden was nestled between her firm butt cheeks. As she struggled to get away again, she rubbed against him even more and made him harder. It was a perfect fit. Bob slowly increased the pressure and then withdrew as if he was fucking her.

As he pressed his rigid cock against her soft flesh, he asked, Alice, I think about us together, naked, all of the time. Do think about us together and alone in bed?

As the pressure increased, Alice moaned as her eyes fluttered, yes but I know it's wrong.

Bob said, It isn't wrong. It is just delicate. We just need to be careful. If you can change your mind about us, you can stay here.

How can I stay after you know how I feel about you?

Bob reassured Alice, Let me tell you. I would expect you to act on those feelings if you weren't lying to me. If you really liked me and weren't just teasing me, nothing else would matter. Feelings as strong as ours are quite common between adults but no one ever talks about it. They just keep it a secret.

Bob changed the subject again, do you think about me a lot?

With his cock still sliding against her ass, Alice responded, yes but Liza is my best friend and you are her father. Your Liza has been so nice to me. Mr. Thompson, I shouldn't...If any one ever found out about us, I would have to leave and lose my best friend. I want to stay here but...Oh god.

When he heard her moan, Bob knew his fawn would drink from the water very soon. As she continued to struggle, Bob's cock grew harder, longer, so he continued to slowly thrust against her. Now, Alice had ample evidence of his desire for her and finally, she no longer resisted. But it wasn't enough, he wanted her ask for it. With a twist of his head, he nudged her head over.

Quivering, she moved her head slightly to the left to expose her neck to his lips. Tenderly, he kissed her long neck and could see the goose bumps rise as he peered down the front of her body. He could feel her surrender as she let her body melt against his without any resistance.

Alice physically stopped struggling although she verbally protested. It was like she was caught in a trance as she stated, Mr. Thompson, we really shouldn't be doing this.

Now, he knew he could have her at any time. Even though the timing wasn't perfect, he couldn't help himself. With each thrust of his hips, he squeezed her harder against the counter top. Finally, Alice started moving her hips back to meet each thrust as he kissed her neck. His cock was still nestled between her soft ass cheeks and he imagined his cock buried deep between her legs. Excited, he slowly thrust his hips against her sweet cheeks again and again.

Bob asked, do you want to stay?

Alice tentatively replied, oh yes.

Will you do as I tell you?

Yes while he listened for his daughter, his cock screamed for more of this little girl. Bob whispered into Alice's ear, Good, but since we think about being alone together so much, what should we do about it?

Alice's body melted into his as she responded, Mr. Thompson, I don't want to hurt anybody. Liza has have been so good to me and I cannot imagine not living here with Liza and you.

Then, you can stay, but remember, you have to keep our feelings for each other a secret. Don't tell a soul and no one gets hurt. You can continue to live here if you cooperate with me. We can work it out.

Bob reached down and ran his fingers along her thin waist. Her skin was so soft and forbidden. When his fingertips found the waist band of her exposed underwear, he slipped his fingers around the lace band and pulled up on her exposed thong straps.

Bob's advance must have scared Alice because she tried to flee and responded, Mr. Thompson, please don't. I should go upstairs before Liza misses me.

Lowering his voice, Bob demanded, as he pulled harder on the thong, No, you are staying right here. You are mine. I am tired of you being so sexy and teasing me. Don't move.

Alice obeyed but she was obviously surprised by the pressure of her panties pressed against her pussy. Still not surrendering, Alice slightly struggled as she tried to find relief from the compression by rising up on the balls of her feet. Bob adjusted as she continued to seek an escape. Finally, the inappropriate pressure must have sparked something inside of Alice because she finally surrendered.

Accepting the pressure inside her pants, Alice pressed back and rotated her hips to counter his movements. When Alice started to moan, he was sure he hit the right spot as he pulled the material tighter against her pussy. Another moan escaped her lips, as Alice's head fell back. Bob told her, Don't move until I say you can leave.

Alice was pressing her entire body back against him as she responded I want you Mr. Thompson, but I can't.

Bob glad that Alice couldn't see the smile on his face, said, too bad, Alice. It is hard to be poet without experiences. Too bad, I wanted to hear more poetry from you.

Abruptly, he let go of her thong and listened for a sound from upstairs. He didn't hear any threatening sounds so he slid his hand along her tiny waist until his fingers found the hem of her t-shirt. As his fingers slipped inside her t-shirt, he asked, Good poetry cannot be written until you have felt and lived the emotions in your poem. For instance, have you ever felt unbridled passion or desire? Have you ever been the object of a man's insatiable lust.




By nutbuster