My New Step-Dad(15)

“You’re kidding me, right? We had a nice time. He was fun.”

She says it in a tone that makes me think she’s trying to rub it in my face, or maybe I just think she is. Maybe I’m just letting my jealousy get the best of me. I don’t have a response that doesn’t make me sound like I want her for myself, so I just keep quiet.

“You’re the one who told me to go find someone my own age.” She throws this in my face like I need the reminder. It only makes me angrier that I put myself in this position.

“I didn’t say you should do that wearing barely any clothing and showing off your body for every man to see,” I say through gritted teeth, looking down at what she wearing. It’s actually not as revealing as I let on, but I don’t like that you can see every outline of her curvy body. The kind of body a man could grab onto as he thrust deep inside her virgin *.

“Well, some people might actually want to see what I’ve got under this and not get mad about it,” she snaps as the doors open, and I let go of her arm. If she knew what I was thinking moments ago she wouldn't be saying that. We walk into the house together and find Lily in the kitchen, having prepared dinner.

I usually eat alone in my office, but I thought it might be nice to come home and eat there for a change. I’ve felt bad about how the past few days have gone with Sophie, because it seems like we keep landing on the wrong foot when we come together. I thought if I came home early tonight, I could try to get us on track. I should be helping her and guiding her, but all I can seem to think about is what her * would taste like after I f*cked her. Would her virgin * taste different? Would it be sweeter?

Lily and Sophie share a look and Lily winks at her. I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t like it. I heard Lily mention she helped raise Sophie, but I hadn't given it much thought before now. Lily has been here since I married Debra, but we never really talk much. I guess I don’t really talk to anyone unless it’s about work.

“I set the breakfast bar up for dinner thinking you two might like a casual night. It’s supposed to rain, might be a good night for a movie,” Lily says, breaking through my thoughts.

I swear I see her wink at Sophie again as she leaves, but it happens so fast I may have imagined it.

“Thank you, Lily,” I mumble, and she grabs her purse off the table and leaves.

I glance over at Sophie and give her a stern look. “Go change. That dress isn’t appropriate.” I look down at her breasts and see her nipples getting hard. She’s testing my patience and I’ve had enough. If I want to make it through dinner and try to get us on a better footing, she’s going to have to change.

“Fine.”

She stomps to her room, and I turn away, not watching her go. I know I’ll just look at her ass the whole time, and I’m finally getting my cock to cool down. I go into my bedroom and take off my suit, throwing it in the bin for Lily to have it dry cleaned. It’s summertime, so I usually go commando, and tonight is no different. After I’ve undressed I slip on some loose basketball shorts, the cool material feels so good against my cock. I know if I get hard in these, it will be obscene, so maybe I’ll think better about controlling myself. I plan on eating dinner and just going to bed, so there’s no chance to get all worked up. I pull on a soft t-shirt and leave my feet bare as I walk out of my room and into the kitchen.

When I get there, I see Sophie’s bag discarded on the floor by the front entrance. I roll my eyes. I’ve noticed she just tosses her bag and everything else on the floor. She should put it on the table so things don’t fall out. I have half a thought to look inside and see if that Bryan prick gave him her number. I could take it and she would never know. I’m sure she loses stuff from her bag all the time with the way she just throws it around.

I go over and pick it up. As I do, some papers fall out. I reach down and pick them up, and then notice what they are, and I’m not sure if they are worse than if I would have found Bryan’s number.

“What the f*ck?” I whisper to myself.

“What are you doing?”

I turn around with her bag in one hand and the real estate listings in the other, but I’m stunned into silence after seeing what she’s wearing.

She’s got on a loose tank top that hangs off one shoulder, making it clear she isn't wearing a bra. I look down and see tiny soft pink shorts that could qualify as underwear. Even with the shirt being a little baggy, I can still see all her curves. I’m starting to think nothing but maybe a bag could cover them. Her legs look like they go on forever, but it might be the tiny shorts she’s wearing giving them that illusion. Either way, images of them wrapped around me flash through my head. She's got those f*cking knee-high socks on again. Never in my life would I have thought socks were f*cking sexy as hell. I would die to see her in only them.

My dick loves the outfit. He’s instantly at full attention, and I curse myself for thinking that being around her for a second wouldn’t cause me to be rock hard. My ten-inch cock juts out of my loose shorts, and there’s not a single thing I can do to cover it up. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more in my life. Hell, if you asked me if I could win the Johnson case I've been working on for the past three years or f*ck Sophie for a night without feeling like an opportunistic *, taking advantage of her in her hour of need, Sophie would be without her virginity on this floor in seconds.