Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Yet I haven’t found a woman to keep my interest now that I’m back on the dating scene. Again, the ladies of Allentown aren’t terrible; they’re just not what I’m looking for. The women seem to have baggage, what with previous marriages, unruly children, or even worse, reality-TV addictions. Yes, that exists. The last woman I dated literally began to cry while watching Love Is Blind or some shit like that. She was so invested in the melodrama that tears dripped off her chin while she sobbed into my shoulder. I, on the other hand, prayed for an act of God to get me out of this fucking hellhole. The whining and bitching from the characters on TV drove me nuts, and I almost punched a hole through the flatscreen in frustration.
But that’s just what dating is like these days. Even worse, the rumors are already beginning to spread. Allentown isn’t the biggest city in the world, and I know some of the ladies I’ve squired about town have loose lips. They’re probably gossiping with their friends about my special double-dicked anatomy, and so I’m likely going to have to button it up for a while. The thought of going celibate pains me, but what other choice do I have? I don’t want the National Enquirer knocking at my door because everyone knows that tabloid magazines have no ethics. They operate along the lines of “shoot first, regret later.” It’s not a great business model, if you ask me.
But that brings me back to Leah. I feel like a complete asshole for even studying the teen girl’s lush curves, but I can’t help myself. The woman has a body built for sin, and she’s likely had dozens of liaisons now. Hell, if I were a boy her age, I’d be all over that sweetness, trying to get to home base at every turn.
But who am I kidding? Because that’s exactly the problem. I’m not Leah’s age. I’m her dad’s college buddy, and literally in my forties. I’m a widower. I’m an old coot with a mortgage, car payments, and dirty thoughts. Leah deserves better than an ancient asshole like me. Even worse, I’m harboring a secret, and any sane woman would scream with horror upon seeing my double dicks. Then again, the women I’ve dated so far are a different story because they don’t scream. They begin to salivate and practically tear off their panties, they’re so eager to ride the double-headed dragon.
But where does Leah belong on the spectrum? Would she be horrified if she knew, or would she fall to her knees before me in worship? Would she immediately part her lips, sticking out her tongue as I paint her mouth with my semen? Or would she back away slowly, her eyes wide with horror?
I frown, forcing myself to take a sip of beer. It’s not my place to find out because this woman is forbidden, no matter how beautiful and alluring she is. Leah is my buddy’s daughter, and I simply can’t go there.
“Hey Killian,” Leah sings, wending her way towards the pergola. “It’s nice to see you. Are you guys going for a swim today?”
I grunt.
“No, I don’t think so. I didn’t bring my swimsuit.”
Leah looks surprised.
“Well, Daddy can lend you some swim trunks. I know you’re not exactly the same size because you’re six inches taller, but it’s fine. I’m sure Daddy has some old suits lying around, right? Don’t you Daddy? You have something that would fit Killian.”
Jimmy nods, bemused.
“Definitely, yeah. Although I don’t think Killian would fit any of my clothes because you’re about twice my size. But you know that we keep spare suits in the cabana. Go ahead and help yourself, my friend.”
I’m about to say no when suddenly, Leah shimmies out of her top and skirt, leaving her curves clad in nothing but a hot pink bikini. Oh shit! Her tits are huge and creamy, and at least Double Ds by my reckoning. Not only that, but she’s got a narrow waist with a glittery belly-button piercing, and her bikini bottoms don’t cover much. In fact, said bottoms are nothing more than a tiny square patch shielding her clit connected to a couple strings, and Leah giggles when she sees me staring.
“I’m going in the water, Killian. Won’t you join me?”
I can’t speak as the young girl dives like a swan into the pool, cerulean waves rippling as her sinuous form slices into the water. My two cocks jerk when she reappears, as sleek and playful as a seal.
“Come in!” she giggles, splashing me a bit. “It’s warm!”
“You should go in, Killian,” my buddy intones, taking another sip of his beer. “Oh shit, I’m out. Let me get another one. You want one too?”
Now, I’m in a fucking dilemma because the unexpected sight of Leah in her barely-there bikini has me hard. Not semi-hard, or semi-erect. I mean hard hard. I’ve gone from rubber to steel in about two seconds, and I know that if I don’t do something about it, not only will I embarrass myself, but my secret will be out.