Chapter 4

Ben eyes me, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but Steph immediately perks up. “Oh, that would be perfect if Nora could rent it. I mean, she’s not a grad student, but it could still work. Do you have anyone interested in it yet?”

I have in fact received a few calls from students, but I say a quick, “No,” and add, “but I’m sure there’s going to be a lot of interest since it’s so close to campus.”

“That would be perfect, Mom,” Nora agrees. “And I could bike to my classes instead of having to waste money on gas.” “That’s true, honey,” Steph agrees.

“But she’d be paying rent, which would be way more than what she’d spend on gas,” Ben says, finally chiming in.

I see Nora’s face fall, and I hate it. I turn to Ben. “Tell you what, how about we do a free 30-day trial run? She won’t be losing any money, and you can see how you feel about it.” I take another drink and wait for him to say something. I can tell by the way he’s stroking his chin that he’s not crazy about it, but he also can’t come up with a reason for why it can’t happen. There’s no chance in hell I’m ever going to charge her rent, but I can’t very well tell him that without it looking really suspicious.

Reaching out, I playfully smack his arm and say, “Just think, this way she’s guaranteed to be safe, and I won’t let her throw any crazy parties.”

He finally cracks a smile. “That’s true,” he agrees. He looks to Nora’s smiling face. “Is this what you want to do?”

She claps her hands together and grins even wider. “Yes!”

“Okay,” he laughs. “Let’s give it a trial run then.”

“Thanks, Dad!” she shouts, running over to give him a quick hug before barreling toward the stairs. “I’m gonna go pack!”

Steph laughs and follows in her wake to go help while Ben and I finish our beers. I discreetly study him while we talk, and he appears to be okay with what’s going on. Of course, if he had any idea how much I want to fuck his daughter, then I’m guessing he wouldn’t be so open to this new living arrangement. I feel a stab of guilt, but I remind myself that nothing is going to happen between us. I can control myself, damn it. I’m a grown-ass man.

Ben and I quickly help out when we see Steph trying to balance what seems an enormous amount of bags while coming down the stairs.

She laughs and hands us both some of them. “You’re in for a rude awakening, Ethan. There’s plenty more still upstairs.”

I set what I’m holding down and head upstairs to help Nora carry the rest down. Since the door is open, I don’t bother knocking and step inside to the most beautiful view of her bent over. She’s stuffing clothes into a bag, and her skirt is so damn short that it’s giving me a view of her perfect ass cheeks, bare thanks to the pink thong she’s wearing. I let out a small groan when I see the wet spot over her pussy.

She turns her head and looks at me. I’m about to utter an apology, but all she does is smile and lean over a bit more, teasing me with an even better view. I’d give anything to see a glimpse of her pussy. It’s wet, I do know that. Very wet. As soon as she hears someone on the stairs, she gives me a wink and immediately pulls herself up so she’s all covered when her mom peeks her head into the room.

“All set, honey?”

“Yeah, Mom. This is the last of it.”

I marvel at how calm and innocent she can sound when just seconds ago she’d been flashing me her pussy and ass. I begin to think that I may have gotten in way over my head with this arrangement. Visions of her teasing me like this 24/7 flash through my head, and I want to kick my own ass for being so stupid.

Nora gives me an angelic smile and hands me two more bags. I can handle this, I remind myself. There’s no way some 18-year-old is going to get the better of me. This is ridiculous. I take the bags and get the hell out of her room before I do something really embarrassing like rip that thong off and bend her over her childhood bed and fuck her senseless.

After everything is piled in her car, we say our goodbyes and head back to my place, or our place, I guess. I have to admit I like the sound of that.

When we’re on the main road, she turns to me and flashes me a quick grin. “Thank you so much, Ethan! That was amazing!”

I laugh at her enthusiasm. “I’m just glad it worked out.”

“It’s not fair that I’m not paying rent, though. I can pay you and just not tell my parents.”

“Absolutely not,” I say. “I’m not taking your money.”

When she starts to argue with me, I add, “I hate taking care of the pool.

If you want to take over that duty, then we’re more than even.” “I can do that,” she says with a grin.

Back at the house, I help her unload her massive amount of bags and drop them off in what is now her room.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, then,” I say. “Let me know if you need anything.”

She gives me a big smile before starting to unpack. God, she’s so gorgeous. I walk back to my own room, thinking about the vivid blue of her eyes and the way they always light up with her smiles. I also can’t help thinking about what’s under that short skirt of hers. With a groan, I gather all my dirty clothes into a hamper and trudge back down the hall.

“Oh, wait, are you doing a load?”

I stop and turn to face Nora. She’s standing in the doorway, looking sexy as fuck with her perky tits and hard nipples. Her feet are bare now, and I notice her toes are painted a girly pink.

“Mind if I add something?” She’s staring at me with a heat that I’m beginning to easily recognize. I know she’s up to something. I just have no idea what it might be.

“Sure,” I say, expecting her to run back in and grab a couple of shirts or something, but what she does next has my jaw dropping open.

With a wicked grin, she slides her hands up her skirt and slowly shimmies out of her pink thong. Tossing it on top of my pile, she says a quick, “Thanks, Ethan,” and goes back into her room.

I’m so stunned I can’t even say anything. I look down at her thong and nearly drop the basket when I see how wet it is. My cock is about to explode, and all I can think about is burying my face in the scent of her. Somehow, I manage to make it to the laundry room. All I need to do is empty the basket into the washer and start it up. I don’t even need to touch it, I remind myself. I’m about to do just that, but at the last second, I grab her thong, rescuing it from the washer and bring it to my face.

As soon as I smell her scent, I’m lost. My whole body responds to it, and without even giving myself a chance to think, I head back to my room and shut the door. My cock is out in a matter of seconds, and I’m jerking myself off fast and hard while I continue to breathe in the amazing smell of her little pussy. I remember the way she’d looked at me, and I imagine that same look on her face as she looks at me over her shoulder while I ram my cock into her. I think about burying my face in her sweet pussy while she plays with her own tits. When I feel my body start to tense, I think about how good her pussy would feel around my cock as I fill her up with my seed, claiming every inch of that tight, perfect body.

I try my best to be quiet, but a groan escapes when I think about fucking Nora with my hands wrapped around her swollen, pregnant belly. The force of my orgasm surprises the hell out of me. This isn’t the first time I’ve jacked off thinking about her, but the fantasies are getting more and more vivid, and it’s getting harder and harder to keep myself away from her.

Clenching her panties in my hand, I shove my cock back in my pants and wonder what in the fuck I’m going to do. I don’t have long to wonder before there’s a soft knock at my door.