Daddy's Little Mistress

Chapter 4

When the last bell rang in sixth period to go home, everyone leaped out of their seats and sprinted out of the class not giving my biology teacher, Mr.Vasquez, a chance to dismiss the class. While trying to stuff my books in my bag, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find a tall boy with fair brown skin, a mohawk, muscular frame, chiseled jaw, and light brown eyes standing in front of me.

"Hi." The boy nodded.

"Hey." I said with a shy smile.

"I was in the class and I saw what happened between you and Gloria." He said with sympathy in his eyes. "I just wanted to see if you were okay. You didn't deserve to be treated like that."

"I'm okay, thanks." I said.

"My name is Randy, by the way." He said. "Come on, let me walk you out."

I grabbed my bag and we headed out of the class. As we were walking down the hall I caught him staring at me with a slight smile.

"What?" I asked twirling a strain of my hair.

"Oh...nothing." Randy said. "I like your hair."

"Thank you." I said looking away.

"Aw...you seem shy." Randy said.

"I'm not shy..." I said. "I just act like this around strangers."

"I'm a stranger?" He asked.

"Yes..." I answered.

"Let's change that." Randy said.

By then, we were walking down the stairs.

"You seem tired." Randy said. "Want me to carry you down the stairs?"

Without giving time to answer, he swept me up bridal style and skipped down the stairs.

"No,no,no!" I cried out.

I covered my eyes and giggled as I started to enjoy the ride. He threw me up in the air and caught me with both hands.

"No...I'm gonna fall!" I yelled.

Randy laughed and continued skipping down the stairs. When we reached the bottom of the stairs Randy put me down and we exited the school.

"Wasn't that fun?" Randy asked.

"Hell no." I said still giggling. "That s**t was scary."

"Who's picking you up, beautiful?" Randy asked.

"My mom." I said.

We sat down on the floor and talked for a few more minutes.

"So...you're friends with Gloria?" I asked.

"Yeah..." Randy said.

"Or do you guys have something going on?" I asked.

"What? No." Randy said.

"Then how come I saw you touching her legs under the table in first period?" I asked.

"I was just trying to comfort her." Randy said.

"By touching her p***y?" I asked.

"No...that wasn't what I was doing." Randy said.

"Sure..." I said. "Whatever..."

"Gloria's my ex and we don't have anything going on, I have no type of feelings for her." Randy explained.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"If I could have feelings for any girl...that would be you. You are the prettiest thing I've ever seen in my life. Can I get to know you?" Randy said.

"Well sure..." I said looking down at my shoes and kicking invisible dirt.

"Don't be shy." He said.

Just then, a black BMW pulled up in front of us.

"Oh, there's my brother. I got to go." Randy said getting up.

"Bye, Randy." I said.

He stopped for a moment and looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"I like the way you say my name." He said. "Say it again."

"Randy..." I said slowly.

He smiled and took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Call me." He said handing it me.

I took the paper and shoved it in my pocket and watched the car pull away. Just about a minute later, Mary's Cadillac pulled up in front of the school. I walked to the car and stared at my reflection through the heavily tented windows. I opened the door and plopped in the passenger seat.

"Hi, miss Mary." I said as I put on my seat belt.

"Hello, Lyrika." A deep raspy voice answered.

I whipped my head to the driver's seat only to find that it wasn't Mary driving the car, but Richard.

"Mr.Richard...?" I asked. "What are you doing here? I thought you were at work."

"Oh, Mary had a death in her family so she needed to fly to England right away." Mr.Richard said.

"Why are you driving her car?" I asked confused.

"Because I felt like it." He said.

I stared out of the window for the whole ride home as I tried to avoid eye contact. Tension was still growing from what happened in the bathroom. I glanced at him every now and then and looked away every time he glanced back.

"Did you meet anyone?" He asked.

"Nope." I said.

"What about that boy that-" Mr.Richard started.

"What boy?" I asked interrupting him on purpose to avoid the question.

"Well damn...never mind." He said.

"Where are we?" I asked squinting out of the window.

"Where does it looks like we are?" Mr.Richard asked with a sour attitude.

"The beach?" I asked. "But why?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" He asked. "Just go with the flow."

He got out of the car and I followed. He pooped the trunk and pulled out two towels.

"Here." He said.

I took the towels from him. He then took out a pack of Heineken and I gave him a puzzled looked.

"Don't asked." Mr.Richard said.

He started walking down the beach and I followed. There were a bunch of couples making out as they laughed and got drunk. I wondered if that's how he thought about him and I. Couples. He continued walking and I followed not caring much where he's taking me. I looked up at the horizon where the sun was starting to set to entertain myself.

"Right here." Mr.Richard said finally putting the pack of Heineken down.

"This spot is empty, we're the only ones here." I said looking up at him.

"And?..." Mr.Richard asked with that attitude of his again.

"Nothing." I said.

I handed him the towels and he fixed them side by side on the sand and sat down in Indian style. He took off his Jordans and his white tee shirt. He looked at me and patted the seat next to him. I sat down and took off my shoes. Mr.Richard stared as I took off my shirt and shorts. I felt the cool tickling my breasts. I looked at Mr.Richard and smiled.

"If people can wear bikinis, then what's wrong with staying in your bras and panties?" I asked.

"Nothing..." He said. "Nothing at all."

We sat facing each other and I took his hand in mine

"I love those panties you're wearing. Blue is my favorite color." Mr.Richard said.

My cheeks flushed.

"It's my favorite color too." I replied with a smile.

"How come you never tell me your age?" I asked him.

"Because you never asked." He answered.

"Well...I'm asking now." I said.

"23." Mr.Richard said.

My jaw dropped to the floor.

"You're only like nine years older than me." I pointed out.

"Yeah." He said. "And?..."

"And I shouldn't be calling you 'Mr.Richard'. I should just call you 'Richard'." I said.

"I never told you to call me that. I don't know why you do that." He said.

"How old is Mary?" I asked.

"54." Richard answered.

"What?!" I yelled.

"Don't even ask." He said.

I stopped asking questions and laid back on the towel. Richard did the same and held my hand while staring at me with his lustful eyes.

"I like you." He said biting his lip.

"I like you, too." I whispered.

"Really?" Richard asked.

"Yeah..." I said.

There was an awkward silence.

"Want a bottle?" He asked.

I nodded and Richard took two Heineken from the pack and handed me one. He took my chin and turned my head to his direction so that I was looking straight in his eyes.

"Do you like me enough to be with me?" Richard asked softly.

I nodded.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked.

"Yes." I said.

I was confused but ignored my emotions and faked a shy smile.

Richard raised his bottle and said "To us."

"Cheers." We said clinging our bottles together.

We took big glubs and I made a few faces because I wasn't used to tasting something so...different. After half of my bottle was nearly gone it fell out of my hand by mistake. It felt as if the bottle became too heavy for me to hold and so did my head. I wrapped my arms around Richard's neck for support and he held me by the waist with his unoccupied hand and pulled me closer. He whispered something in my ear that I didn't quite understand but I nodded anyway. He put his bottle down and laid in a more comfortable position. He pulled me on top of him and slipped his hands in my panties. I felt his fingers moving inside of me and I moaned as he licked my lips for entrance.