Daddy Did It First

Chapter Two

Unsure of what to do, Allison retreated before either of them could see her, and blindly ran into the streets.

She crouched by the roadside, visibly shaking like a pile of hyacinths, her heart nearly bursting from the series of draining emotions that fought to dominate it.

She was feeling dizzy and her thoughts were a mess. She felt like she would die as she relived the scenario in her head. She kept biting into her fingernails, scratching her head at regular intervals, slapping her forehead, and looking over her shoulder, hoping Alec had seen her and was coming to tell her the usual 'it's not what you think' line.

Suddenly, she got up and jumped on the road, only narrowly escaping being hit by a white car. The driver cussed at her before zooming off.

She tried her luck with another running car, whose driver also threw a few curses her way having slithered past her without making contact.

Her whole body quivered aggressively as she stifled her cries with her hands over her mouth. She couldn't deal with losing her best friend and boyfriend in one day. Death was easier than living like that.

Her disorientation didn't go unnoticed as a car owner finally pulled up beside her.

"Are you okay, miss?" he inquired.

"I'm not okay!!", she shrieked, finally breaking down completely, letting the tears flow freely.

She folded her hand into a fist, bumped it aggressively against her chest, and wailed with every fiber of her being.

Her eyes poured heavily. Her voice reverberated into the clouds and as if in response, the cloud gave way to a cloudburst.

The driver quickly let her into his car, completely nonplussed. The sudden rainfall faded the sound of her deafening wails.

Allison wept bitterly, like a child who just burnt her hand in a fire. The howling sound of wind gave harmony to her sound.

She was devoid of what to do. What do you do when your only ally stabs you the hardest in the end?

She could never move on from this, this she knew. Was there any healing from this? Her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend, how could she ever get past a hurt so grave?

The driver was intermittently passing her facial wipes, possibly regretting that he spoke to her at all thereby triggering her tears.

In time, Allison braced up. Particularly because the rain had reduced to drizzles as if it had gotten tired of covering up for her.

She looked to the other side of the road and, even with her eyes misty, caught sight of three girls, one of whom was being assisted to walk by two other girls on either side of her. They each covered their heads with a coat and were struggling to make the one in the middle keep up. One could tell she was drunk from how badly she was staggering. The drunk girl was laughing heartily, completely unbothered by how bothered her friends appeared.

Allison immediately asked the driver to halt. As if on cue, the rain ceased as Allison stepped out.

The driver patted her outstretched hand and told her "Now, I don't look like an Uber driver, do I?" and without taking the money she was offering him, he drove off.

She wiped her face clean of mascara and makeup using the face wipes the kind driver gave her, then she made her way into the bar the girls came out of.

In no time, Allison had had more than enough to drink. The very loud speakers were blaring with hit songs that she loved and soon, she found herself dancing and whining her waist to the hip-hop songs. If anything, she enjoyed good music and was equally a good dancer.

"Whoo!"

Still in her business of dancing, she noticed a tall, fine man walk in. He appeared to search around for a bit until his gaze nestled on her.

And when it did, he didn't stop looking in her direction...looking at her.

He kept staring at her unceasingly.

Each time she looked in his direction, their eyes locked.

She tore her gaze off him once more and when she swirled to look back in his direction again, she found herself in his arms. He had walked up to her without her realizing it.

She stood in awe of him as he towered above her.

Her breath seized by how magnificent he looked even in the dimly lit ambiance. His facial features awoke butterflies in her belly in her drunken state. He drowned her in his satisfying gaze and she felt an instant connection to him.

He gently took her hand in his and helped her move her body to the rhythm and soon, her head was resting comfortably on his chest. She didn't know what she was doing but it was rather comforting. They maintained that posture for a while.

Afterward, he pulled her slightly away from himself, lifted her hand to swirl her around, and then leaned against her from behind, his right hand resting over her cleavage as he softly caressed her left shoulder. Allison could feel herself dripping with intoxicating wetness. She knew what that wetness was. Just how drunk was she!

She shivered as Joe ran his lips across the nape of her neck. Then his nose repeated the exercise. She let out a satisfactory moan.

In an attempt to remove his hand, he brushed it against her breasts and they simultaneously released a sigh of pleasure. That single gesture did crazy things to Allison.

Joe rested both hands on her waist, his firm hands possessing her like a restored possession, while swaying to the music. One of Allison's best pieces of music by Ed Sheeran, titled Perfect, played at the perfect timing because that moment was nothing but perfect.

She confirmed to herself that she was extremely drunk when she lifted his hands from her waist and guided them to grab her breasts. This time, she was the one who let out a soft moan. She shut her eyes, relishing that moment of foreign ecstasy.

Her eyes flipped open when she heard Joe whisper into her ears. His voice! Sent shivers down her spine in a way she never felt before. How could one person be so perfect? Lost in the tingling impression of his voice, she completely forgot he had asked a question until he repeated himself.

"I asked if you'd like to go somewhere more...private"

She took a deep breath but before she could answer, Joe turned her around until she was face to face with him, his hard c**k now poking at her stomach.

Her brain was an explosion of fireworks as it processed that he was making to take her mouth in his. And when he did, she felt her heart sink into an abyss of passion and yearning.

She kissed him right back with a fresh intense desire.

He took her tongue and did unexplainable things with it. She felt her tongue in every section of his warm mouth.

Still feasting on her lips, he slipped his hand underneath her skirt and grabbed her buttocks, squeezing it up in a way that it separated her labia making her wet v****a bubble as a renewed gush of want enveloped her.

"Yes!", She breathed raggedly against his lips, "let's go somewhere private".