After Dad Left Chapter 10

After Dad Left
Chapter 10

"OK, first, is your pool heated?" Michelle asked.

"Yes, it is," I replied.

"Are they on?" she giggled.

"Yep, they are always on during winter vacation; I often use the pool," I answered.

"Good, we will swim later," she demanded.

"Now, I think it's time we get acquainted, "Michelle stated,

"Acquainted?" I asked.

"Yes, it means get to know each other," she giggled.

"I know what it means, dumbass," I laughed.

"Good, now come over here and put your head in my lap," she ordered.

I was baffled but followed her instructions. I turned myself to the proper position and leaned back until the back of my head was in her lap. I looked directly up into her eyes, wondering what was coming next.

She instructed, "Now, we are going to find out everything about each other, even if it takes days to finish."

"Uh, OK," I replied.

"Tell me about your parents," she asked.

I told her there wasn't much to tell. I had no idea who my father was, so I explained my mother's situation to her. I explained how school was all I had and why I worked so hard to succeed. By the end of the story, she was softly running her hands through my hair.

She followed up with her complete life story from as early as she could remember. She had been an average student in school; Robin had been the smart one. She reiterated the lifelong quarrel that existed between her and Robin. Her mother always sided with Robin and said her father had been her only refuge lately. Michelle advised me that she loved to cook and learned from her father at a young age, always helping him in the kitchen. Michelle has her own IT company, which builds websites and helps small businesses with computer problems.

"OK, your turn to ask a question?" Michelle stated.

"I have no idea what to ask you," I replied, confused.

"Nothing is off limits; ask me anything you like," she insisted.

She looked down at me with a smile, suggesting she was up to much more than she told me. Again, I had no idea where to go with this.

"OK, since you forfeit your question, I'll go again," Michell giggled.

"I think you're making this up as you go along," I replied, looking up at her.

"What was your first sexual experience? Michelle asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Oh, we are going to get that personal?" I asked.

"Yep, unless you are scared?" Michelle laughed.

"So what exactly do you mean about a sexual experience? My first fuck or the first time I messed around with a girl but didn't have actual sex?" I asked.

"No, the first time you touched a girl in any way," she answered.

As embarrassing as it was, I retold the story about my encounter with Dillion Harper during my last year in high school. I told her that it was my first kiss and the first time I had ever touched a girl that way. I explained how Dillion had gotten on top of me and dry-humped me until she had an orgasm.

"Wow, you made a girl cum the first time," Michelle giggled.

"Not really, she did all the work," I replied.

"Did you cum ?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did, but in my pants," I said softly.

"Hey, at least you got off," Michelle giggled.

Michelle went on to tell me her story about her first experience in high school. She told me that her best friend from high school was Ashley Barton, and they were still close today. One night, they had a sleepover at Ashley's house. Her parents were gone for the weekend, so they had the house themselves. That night, when they were both in bed, Ashley suggested that they both masturbate together. After some coaxing, Michelle agreed, and they took off their pajamas. After several minutes of solo action, Ashley reached over and touched Michelle. Michelle reciprocated, and soon, they kissed and rubbed each other like it was the most natural thing in the world. They both brought each other to several orgasms that night and every time they would sleep over from then on, they would engage in much the same, even having oral sex a few times.

I was surprised that Michelle would share something intimate, especially since it involved another girl. However, Michelle mentioned that nothing was out of bounds and that lying was not allowed.

"So you like pussy?" I asked, trying to shock Michelle.

"No, I like Cumming. I cum almost every day, if not for damn sure the next," she advised with a smile.

"Every day, that's impressive," I answered.

"How often do you jerk off?" Michelle quickly asked.

"Hardly ever," I replied softly.

"You watch porn?" Michelle asked.

"I've seen it maybe twice in college, but not since then.", I stated.

"God, I watch porn all the time when I rub one off," Michelle admitted.

All this sex talk was starting to get to me, and I could feel myself getting more challenging in my shorts. I got up from Michelle's lap, grabbed my glass of iced tea, and took a long drink. Michelle took advantage of my movement, grabbing a throw pillow, putting it in my lap, and then laying her down much as I had been moments ago.

"Who was the first girl you slept with?" Michelle asked, taking my glass from my hand, taking a drink, and then handing it back.

"Your sister," I laughed, expecting a reaction.

"She any good in bed?" Michelle asked seriously.

"Don't know, I have no one to compare her to," I answered.

It took me several seconds, but then I remembered my encounters with Belinda. I wasn't sure what to do then, but Michelle responded before I could say anything.

"That surprises me, a fine ass-looking man like you only being with one woman," she stated, somewhat surprised.

"Well, how about you? I asked.

"Only one myself. Remember the guy I was going out with in high school, the one Robin slept with? Well, we had sex, if that's what you want to call it, twice. It didn't last more than a couple of minutes before he would cum," she answered.

"Well then, you must be perfect if a guy comes that fast when he's with you," I laughed.

This time, I had gotten one over on Michelle; she looked up at me and just stared for several seconds. She smiled at me and gave me a look I had not seen before. Before she could respond, her cell phone rang. She reached out to the ottoman and picked up her phone; it was Stan Woods.

"Hi, Dad, no, I'm at Tim's house," she stated.

She advised him, "I don't know. Tim turned the heaters in the pool on. I'm going swimming later."

She listened intently for quite a while, looking up at me now and then. I could tell whatever Stan was telling her, she was not taking it well.

"Well, if that happens, it happens. I'm not going to worry about it," Michelle said, then hung up the phone.

"Everything OK?" I asked.

"Not; Robin and my mother are beside themselves. It seems that Jeff and Robin have broken up again. I'm not sure why and don't care," Michelle replied.

"Honestly, it's not my business, and I don't care either," I answered.

"Tim, there is no doubt she will make a play for you again. I know her pretty well." Michelle sighed.

"Michelle, I could never trust her again after what she has done. She slept with Jeff at the same time while she was sleeping in my bed with me," I answered.

Michelle looked in a different direction for a few minutes without saying anything. She then stared back at me and asked if I thought the pool was warm enough to swim. I invited her to go outside and test the water to see if she was OK with it. She got up, went outside, and sat on the pool's edge, putting her legs in the water. She sat there for a few minutes, staring straight ahead now and then, kicking her legs in the water. There was no doubt the conversation with her father had affected the mood she was in. Finally, she got up and walked back into the house.

"The water feels great. Want to get in?" she asked.

"Sure, I'll go get ready," I answered, walking down the highway.

I went to my bedroom, put on swim trunks, and grabbed two towels and two Terry cloth robes I kept for more relaxed times. I returned to the front room and was about to walk outside when Michelle's cell phone rang. She opened the door to the guest bath and asked who it was. I told her it was her father again. She asked me to answer it and tell him she would be there.

"Hello," I said, picking up her phone.

"Tim?" Stan Woods asked.

"Yes, sir. Michelle is in the bathroom changing. She yelled for me to answer the phone. She said she would be finished in a minute." I relayed the information.

"Did she tell you about Robin?" Stan asked gingerly.

"Yes, sir, she did. She's right here. Hold on," I answered, noticing her walking towards me.

I handed her the phone, and she started to walk away. She grabbed me and put her dad on speakerphone.

"OK, Dad, you're on speaker," she said to Stan.

"All I'm saying is. With the two of you now, this could get a bit sticky. Tim, I have no idea how you might still feel towards Robin or if you have any feelings. I'm just hoping that we can avoid a huge mess that I feel somewhat responsible for," Stan admitted.

"Sir, I promise you there will not be a huge mess. I know Robin is your daughter, and I work with her daily. But there is no chance I will ever see Robin again other than at work. I can't trust her again if you understand what I am saying."

"No, son, I perfectly understand what you are saying. I would probably feel the same in your situation. Anyhow, was the pool, Little Bit?" Stan asked.

"We are just about to go in now," she replied, her eyes glued to me.

"Oh OK, well, you two enjoy," he responded.

"Wait, Wait, Wait, sir. I have to ask Little Bit?" I laughed.

He informed me, "That's my special name for Michelle. I have called her that for years."

"Good to know, sir." I laughed.

"Dad, I'm going to kill you," Michelle screamed on the phone as he hung up.

Michelle followed me to the pool when I set the two robes and towels on the chaise lounge chair. It was roughly in the low sixties, but we expected a cold front pushing through late tonight or early tomorrow. Michelle pulled the extended cover over her shoulders, revealing a white bikini that hugged every curve of her body. Michelle was beautiful and had transformed her body into a work of art.

"Nice suit, Little Bit," I laughed.

"Oh, you didn't. Only special people can call me that." she turned and walked toward me.

She walked right up to me and looked up into my eyes. She had a look on her face I had never seen before. I had no idea what she was thinking then, so I did the next best thing. I quickly bent over and grabbed her, flinging her over my right shoulder as she squealed. I walked toward the pool slowly; she immediately sensed what I had planned.

"Tim, don't you dare. Don't even think about it," she screamed.

"Aw, Little Bit. Don't you think I'm special," I laughed.

"Yeah, your special education," she giggled.

"Oh, that did it," I answered, heaving her into the pool.

She hit the water hard and went under, scrambling to upright herself and get back above water. A few seconds later, she popped up, brushing the hair from her eyes. The look on her face made it appear that she was not amused. She swam to the side of the pool and extended her hand.

"Tim, please help me out," she instructed, with no emotion.

Instantly, I realized I may have crossed the line with her. Truthfully, I didn't know her that well. I walked over to the pool and leaned down to help her out. She grabbed one of my hands with her right hand and put one foot on the side of the pool. I squeezed her hand firmly, but before I could begin to pull her out, she reached out with her second hand, grasping my right wrist and pulling me violently towards her. I went head-first into the pool right next to her and came up behind her.

"How's that for a Little Bit?" she giggled.

"Not bad. I'm going to have to watch you closely." I laughed.

She swam up to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and looking at me. This was indeed the closest Michelle and I had ever been. I wrapped my arms around her waist as well, still treading water.

"You mean this close?" she asked.

"No, I think a little closer," I suggested softly.

She pressed herself firmly against me so that her breasts were pushed against my chest, and her pussy was pressing against my cock.

"This close," she whispered.

"Yes, I think that will do it," I said, looking into her eyes.

She leaned in the last several inches and touched my lips with hers. Instantly, I felt a shiver run up my spine, knowing my body trembled for a few seconds. The moment her tongue parted my lips, every nerve ending in my brain was on fire. I held on to Michelle dearly, hoping this kiss would never end. When she finally pulled away from me, I couldn't let her go. I held her for several minutes, just softly kissing her neck. I finally relaxed my arms, and Michelle leaned back a little, looking me in the eyes. I could see tears running down her cheeks, which immediately alarmed me.


To be continued