Casey

Maybe.

Should I know better?

Absolutely.

But who am I to tell a young woman "no"? Shatter her self-esteem when all I want to do is lift her up?

No. I'm going to adore her. For who she is now and her potential.

Maybe one day she'll outgrow me, but that's okay. I'd rather give her everything and help her find her strength.

“Let it all out, slut. Give it to me!” Her tongue dove into my ear again, replacing that hot breath… replacing her hot words. I was already so far gone. “Say it out loud for me again. Whose slut are you?” I was freaking whimpering. “Yours. Yours. I’m your slut.”

What began as just a kiss on the cheek quickly turned into so much more. When her lips met mine for the first time, I nearly melted. It suddenly led into her removing my flannel shirt. Her top disappeared as well, and when her lips found that spot on my neck, I turned to putty.

Her wrist didn’t stop flexing while her fingers continued their magic between my thighs. I was lost. In a fog, ready to scream out. “Very good slut. Very good.” She freaking bit my neck, but I couldn’t feel anything. “Your girlfriend Tiffany is watching us. Say it louder now. Whose slut are you?” Her thumb now doing some voodoo trick on my clit making my eyes roll back into my cloudy brain.