All Chapters of My Life Long Crush: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I could not get Claire off of my mind all night. I had a tough time going to sleep considering how hard I was when I went to bed. I could have easily just jerked off, but I was saving any sexual pleasure for the first time Claire, and I make love. No matter who she has been with before me, I will make her forget all of them. She will be screaming my name until she can barely speak. The sound of a car door slamming jolted me out of my thoughts. I froze, listening as the footsteps grew closer. It was Evie, stumbling into the house after another night out. I heard the murmur of her voice, slurred and sloppy, as she made her way to the kitchen. My stomach knotted with anxiety. Last night's kiss with Claire was still fresh on my lips, and the last thing I needed was to deal with my daughter's hangover. I knew she'd would expect breakfast, a warm cup of coffee, and likely a lecture about the dangers of partying too hard. I did not have the energy to deal with her. She was an adult, an

As the day progressed, I couldn't help but think about what Claire might be doing. I wonder if she is thinking about me too. Maybe she is thinking about the kiss we shared last night. Maybe she is feeling guilty. But I know she feels the same way I do. We just need to find a way to be together without ruining our friendship and our daughters' relationship. Finally, the workday ended, and I was eager to get home. The drive home felt like an eternity, my mind racing with thoughts of Claire and Evie. When I arrived, the house was eerily quiet. Evie's door was closed, and I could hear the faint sound of music coming from her room. I decided to let her be for now. As I settled into my chair in the living room, my phone pinged in my pocket. It was a text from Claire. The sight of her name on my screen was like a drug, making me need her even more. I opened the message and felt like I was a teenager getting a message from the hottest girl in town. Her words were simple, but they were l

When I walked into the house it was eerily quiet. "Evie, where are you sweetheart." No response. I heard a faint ding like a text message, and I pulled out my phone. It wasn't my phone and then I noticed Evie's cell phone was on the table. That is so unlike her, she goes everywhere with that phone. Panic started to set in. "Evie, sweetie, where are you?" Again, no response. I started to check every room and calling her name louder and louder. When I went to her room, I noticed there were clothes thrown everywhere and her backpack was gone. I felt the knot in my stomach tighten. Evie had left and taken my car. I am glad have a tracker on my car, so at least I know where she has gone. I may need to give her a little bit of space, but I won't give her long before I am going to find her. I hate myself for not immediately picking up on my child's pain when she came home. I knew she was acting differently, but she had been pretty stressed out ever since she had gone off to college.

I could not believe how tight Claire was and how good it felt. I wanted to take it slow, because I wanted her to get all of the pleasure, and I did not want to finish too quickly. I watched her face carefully, my eyes never leaving her as I pushed deeper. "You're okay, Just keep breathing." I could tell she was focusing on her breathing, and I started to gently stroke her cheek. I could see a tear rolling down her face. I wiped it away before it could reach the pillow. I looked into her eyes searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. She nodded and took a deep breath. "Keep going," she whispered. I did, inch by inch, filling her up as far as I could go. With each push, I felt her opening up to me, her body giving way to mine. Her tightness was unlike anything I had ever felt. I was claiming a part of her that no one else had ever touched. It was a feeling that was hard to explain, but it made me feel like I was the most powerful man in the world. Her walls gripped me li

Just knowing that Claire was okay was a relief. I was worried I had hurt her since she was a virgin. I did everything in my power to take it easy with her. She was so responsive to my touch. I have to concentrate to not just fuck her into the bed. The tightness and wetness she possessed was my undoing. She was mine, that is an undeniable fact. The thought of her carrying my baby grew stronger as I lay there in the bed we had just shared. The idea was so tempting, so all-consuming that it was all I could think about. I knew it was fast, and we had a lot of shit to deal with, but the thought of her swollen with my child was making it hard to think of anything else. I had to get my mind off of it. I grabbed my phone and pulled up the tracker app for my car. She had made it to the beach house. That was a relief. It was late, but I was going to check the cameras to make sure she is okay. I am very concerned about her mental state in the way she rushed out of Claire's house. I clicked