This Is Getting Dangerous

I swallow hard and my voice squeaks and nearly cracks as I speak up.

"You know you could just ask me yourself," I say, chiming in and then regretting it as both of them immediately turn to look at me.

"I can't," Rachel replies quickly, "Or at least I can't trust you to be truthful. I mean you barely even told me how hot your daddy of a landlord is, how could I possibly trust you to be truthful if I ask if you've blown him."

I blanch at the utter gall of her, the bluntness of her words. Rachel is not pulling her punches here and frankly it's unbelievable, almost, the things that she's saying.

Even if it is closer to the truth than I'd care to admit.

I stammer, trying to find my words as I struggle to assert myself, "I... I have... I haven't... Not with... No. I haven't blown him."

"Real convincing," Rachel chuckles, shaking her head slowly.

But it is the truth. Last night might have come to that, if I had kept my big mouth shut he might have parted my lips for me with his big and thick cock. But he hadn't and I hadn't and aside from some fumbling and almost getting there, our interaction had been positively PG.

From my side at least.

From his side it had been decidedly less so. Lucas had gotten me naked and he had tasted me and he had set me seated on his counter and parted my smooth and supple thighs and dove right between them. And with fingers and lips and tongue he'd made me cum and I'd called out for him and begged him to fuck me.

I'd called him Daddy, but Daddy had been too good a man to give in.

Lucas hadn't fucked me. Lucas hadn't let me blow him. Lucas had found out that I was a virgin and had told me that he couldn't be my first. Not that night, at least.

He gave me an ultimatum, a week. A week of waiting and a week of trying things out. A week to lose my virginity to someone else or to know for certain that I wanted to lose it to him. A week to be... to give... to want... to decide.

But I hadn't blown him. I'd wanted to. I'd ached for it. I had practically begged him to give me that chance and so much more, but he hadn't let me.

He had to go and be a gentleman about things.

"Rachel," I say, warning and begging her not to keep on pushing and I start to blush and I can't even look at Lucas, even though I know he's actually trying to help here.

"I know you, Emily," she says, "I know what you like. I know what you can-"

"He's my dad's friend," I say, interrupting her suddenly and pushing off the wall a little as I glare at her and try to insist that she drops this, "Literally. He's literally old enough to be my father and he's literally my dad's old friend. He's not just my landlord, Rachel. I know him."

I blush and I look at Lucas and I try to resolve about a dozen different feelings in my mind and I'm trying to tell him that I still want him while insisting to her that I don't and Lucas is just looking at me bemused, clearly ready to let me dangle on the edge until my eyes glimmer with just enough desperation that he sighs and shakes his head.

"Emily is right," he says finally, "She's my friends daughter. I've known her since she was knee high and kicking and it would absolutely be weird to try to pull the trigger on anything sexual with her. Doing anything with her, well that would be wrong. I mean I'm her landlord and I'm also a friend and I'm supposed to be looking out for her, supposed to be protecting her. To try to use that position of authority and care for my own selfish needs. That would be wrong. It would be so easy to take advantage, to get her begging for my approval. So very easy. So very wrong. That would make me such a bad man. It would be very nearly unforgivable."

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