Sexual Healing, by Marvin Gaye

"get up get up get up get up...."
You roll your eyes as "Sexual Healing" starts playing. The goddamn music player is conspiring against you.
Tara catches the vibe. "How... appropriate. I could use some sexual healing..." she kisses you, fishing a hand down to pull open your button and zipper, freeing your cock expertly.
"Tara..." you really can't keep doing this.
"baaaaaaaaby..... I'm hot just like an oven..."
Tara starts blowing you, rubbing your balls and humming to the music as she does. It's lewd and slightly ridiculous.
"Tara...." God....it feels so good. It's so easy to just let go and let her do what she's going to do. Why fight it?
Because it's what's right, god damn it. You won't become your father.
"Tara." You pull her up, and put your cock away.
"....what's wrong, James?" she looks upset. "Wasn't I doing it well?"
"Of course you were, honey. That's the problem. We can't keep doing this."
"....don't you like me, James?" She's looking down.
"Quite a bit, baby. But..I love my wife, Tara. I can't keep doing this." Her eyes well up.
"I'm sorry... you're right, of course. I always want what I can't have..."
"Don't cry please, Tara. I don't like to see you cry." You pull her close and she curls up on your lap.
"I... never had a father. It's a boring story, I know, another middle class white girl with daddy issues. Other than Arthur and one other guy, Hugh, all of Mom's boyfriends have been useless. The ones who didn't just ignore me, or yell at me... payed too close attention..." her voice gets small. Your stomach clenches at the terrible implication.
You stroke her hair and hold her. "I can't be your father, and i can't be your lover, Tara. But I can be your friend. I want to be your friend. But you need to help me... stay straight."
She chuckles... "I thought that's what I was doing..."
"Funny. You know what I mean." You take her by the shoulders. "Understand?"
She grabs your face and kisses you thoroughly and with love. "Last one. I promise." She smiles, and slides back to her own side.
the music shuffles to "Moanin'" by Charles Mingus, and the baritone sax moans out its notes in that oh-so-pleasing way.
"Another great jazz standard!" Tara is back to normal now, and you bop to the beat as you head home.