Still My Day

I saw him.

He was leaning against it like he had all the time in the world, like he’d been waiting, for me.

My steps slowed for just a second.

Just to take it in.

Then I walked up to him.

“You’re early,” I said.

He smirked slightly. “Or maybe you’re just eager.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t start.”

“But I’m right,” he added.

Annoying.

“Get in,” he said, opening the passenger door for me.

“Where are we going?” I asked, sliding in.

“That’s the surprise part,” he replied, shutting the door.

Of course. I was so excited.

The drive was… quiet.

Every now and then, I’d catch myself glancing at him.

And every time I looked at him, my heart would do that stupid thing again.

After a while, we stopped.

I looked outside.

It wasn’t anywhere loud or crowded, It was calm and private.

“Come on,” he said, stepping out.

I followed him, my curiosity already peaking.

“What is this place?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” he replied.

That was his favorite answer today, apparently.

We walked a little further in…

And then I saw it.

Decorations, not over-the-top, not childish, just thoughtful.

Soft lights.

A small setup.

Everything looked intentional.

My breath caught slightly.

“You did this?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Tried to.”

“Tried?” I turned to him. “This is actually perfect.”

And I meant it.

“Sit,” he said, gesturing to the setup.

I did, still looking around like I was trying to take everything in at once.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” I said.

“I wanted to,” he replied simply.

That again.

That tone.

Like it wasn’t a big deal…

But it was.

He handed me a small bag.

“More gifts?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Told you,” he smirked.

I opened it slowly, my curiosity getting the best of me.

Inside were things I actually liked, things I had mentioned before without even realizing he was paying attention.

“You remembered…” I said softly.

“I listen,” he replied.

My chest tightened slightly.

Because yeah…he really did.

We spent some time just talking.

Laughing.

Like normal.

But not really.

Because underneath it all…

There was still that tension.

That same thing from last night.

It didn’t disappear.

At some point, the conversation slowed.

The laughter faded into silence.

Not awkward.

Just… heavy.

I looked at him.

He was already looking at me.

Of course he was.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

“For everything.”

He nodded.

“You deserve it.”

Again.

That line.

Why did he keep saying that like it meant more than just a birthday?

A soft breeze passed, making me shiver slightly.

He noticed.

Of course he did.

“You’re cold,” he said.

“I’m fine,”

Before I could finish, he moved closer. Not too close, but, close enough.

My heart started racing again, that same feeling, that same closeness.

“This is nice,” I said quietly trying to divert the situation.

“Yeah,” he replied, but his eyes were still fixed on me.

Then suddenly, my phone buzzed loudly in my hand.

I flinched slightly, breaking the moment.

I glanced at the screen, Mom.

Of course.

I sighed softly before answering.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?” she asked immediately.

“With… Mac.” I replied, glancing at him briefly.

She didn't reply immediately she was just silent then,

“Oh." She said sounding a little disappointed. "You guys shouldn't be out too late,” she said.

“I know,” I said.

“Enjoy your birthday,” she added, her tone softer now.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

"I love you Bea."

I love you?? Those words barely came out from my mom's mouth, I forgot how comforting it was to hear them.

"I love you too mom."

I ended the call.

I looked back at him.

The tension from before still there.

“So,” I said, placing my phone down.

He held my gaze for a second.

"Let's get you home."

"Oh. Okay."

I said trying to hide my disappointment.

We got home and I was heading to my room when he held me back.

We were close… again.

Too close.

“Did you enjoy your birthday, B?” he asked softly.

I smiled, but my heart was racing. “Yeah… I did. Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” he said.

The way he was looking at me... that did something to me.

Neither of us moved and neither of us stepped back either.

My eyes dropped to his lips for a split second.

Then back to his eyes and that was all it took.

I leaned in first, It wasn’t planned, I didn't think it through. It just… happened.

Our lips met, soft, slow.

Then I realized who I was kissing, Mac, my stepdad 😭😭. I quickly pulled myself out.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." I apologized.

He didn't say anything just stared at me.

And for a second, he didn’t move.

It was like he was frozen or deciding.

Then

He kissed me back.

And everything changed.

At that moment, I knew he wanted to it so I went all in.

It got more intense, I wrapped my hands around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist. We were just there in that moment, and I just wanted more and more. I pushed him on the sofa not breaking the kiss and climbed on him, he grabbed my butt and I started moving slowly on him. We just kept on kissing and kissing and I was just enjoying the moment, when I felt his hands going to my pussy.

“Aah.” I moan as I feel his hands on my already wet pussy, before he abruptly stops. It was as if he snapped himself back to reality.

“Honey, we shouldn't be doing this.” He said attempting to walk away but I quickly grabbed him by his shoulder and pulled him back.

“I want this Mac, don't you love me?.”

“It's wrong, Bea, I want you but it just doesn't feel right.”

“Does this feel right?.” I whispered in his ears as I felt his hard cock with my hands. He moans lightly and I go in and kiss him. He hesitantly put his hands around my waist as I pressed my boobs against his chest. His hand goes up to my bra and he unhooks it and feels my breasts softly. I pushed him to the chair again and sat back on him rubbing my already dripping pussy on his hard cock. I felt his hot breath on my neck.

“Aarghh.” I moan loudly as I hear him moaning slightly. Then suddenly I heard the lock of the door lock click shittt we were definitely done for…..