Twenty Years Too Early

[Atlas’ POV]

I stare into Avery’s hazel eyes, waiting as she looks from my face to my dick and then back. From the hesitance I see there, I know that she was trying to act like she knew what she was doing, but in reality, she was still twenty years too young to truly know how to handle a man like me.

"Alright," she murmurs, undoing her own seatbelt.

Remaining silent, I watch as she leans over and begins to fumble with the buttons of my pants. From the way her fingers shake, it’s clear that she is nervous, but she’s truly determined to try to prove herself. What in the world was this?

Frowning, I find myself wondering exactly what happened between her and my idiot son. Did they have a fight, and she was trying to get back at him? Or did she suddenly decide that she didn’t want to be with such an immature twat? I didn’t know, and honestly, I didn’t give a damn either.

Right now, I wanted to see how far this girl would go, and if it got to the point of no return, then I wasn’t to be held responsible for what happened after that since she was all but throwing herself at me.

I had to admit, from the moment I laid eyes on Avery, I did find myself attracted to her. How my son managed to be with such a gorgeous girl was beyond me, but every time she would come over with her too-tight shirts that squeezed perfectly against her breasts and short shorts that showed her ass cheeks, I found myself wondering what she would look like naked.

Try as I might to keep my mind out of the gutter, I was a man, and when I saw an attractive woman who was confident in herself, even I couldn’t stop the attraction I felt.

As this thought hits me, my hand begins to move, running down Avery’s back toward her ass and then skimming the back of her thigh so that my fingertips skim the edge of her skirt. Would she stop me if I were to begin pulling it up? I almost wanted to see.

A whimper escapes her lips as she manages to get my pants undone and then proceeds to pull them down. Distracting me from my thoughts.

"Need some help, little minx?" I murmur, sitting up enough to allow her to pull them down until my dick can be freed and I can stand at full attention. I wait as she stares at it with wide eyes and a look of disbelief on her face. "What?" I smirk, drawing her gaze to me. "Don’t tell me you’ve lost your nerve."

We were already this far; there was no way I was going to let her back out now. If she wanted to freeze up, then I would gladly just help her get there and take the lead.

"Do you need me to talk you through how it’s done?" I ask, meeting her gaze. "I'm a great teacher."

"I..." she begins, but stops as her phone suddenly starts ringing. "Shit!" she hisses, digging in her purse until she finds it and then swipes to answer. "Hello?"

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" The voice on the other end shrieks. "GET YOUR ASS HOME NOW OTHERWISE..."

"I got it," she snaps, her expression falling. "Just don’t…"

Before she can finish, whoever was on the line hangs up, and she’s left staring at the screen as if waiting for it to ring once more.

"Parents?" I ask, deciding that could be the only answer.

I must say, they had perfect fucking timing, calling right before I got to feel what that perfect little mouth of hers felt like, but I guess this was for the best. Stop it here so that there are no messy attachments, and go about our business.

"Sorry," she murmurs, giving my dick a look of longing. "I can’t…"

"Doesn’t matter."

Pulling my pants back up, I roll up my seat and then turn on the car.

"Buckle up."

"Right," she murmurs, doing as I say and then leaning into her seat. "Sorry."

Gone is the girl who was so confident, acting like she wasn’t afraid of anything. In her place was a cold, distant woman who looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Neither of us speaks as I drive her to the address that she gives me. When we arrive, I’m surprised to see that it is a convenient store and not her home.

"Thanks for the lift," she announces, beginning to get out.

"Where do you think you’re going?" I growl, reaching out and grabbing her arm. "This isn’t…"

"My house is just down the street," she explains. "I’ve got to pick something up from here first. I’ll be fine."

For a moment, I don’t speak as I continue to examine her, but I don’t argue any further. If this was where she wanted to be let off, then so be it; this was none of my concern anyway.

"Then have a good evening," I say, before rolling up the windows and beginning to move.

However, before I reach the main highway again, I can’t stop the unease I feel over leaving a woman barely dressed in anything like that.

Cursing, I make a u-turn and head back to the convenience store to find Avery heading out with an eighteen pack of beer and some forties in hand.

"What the hell?" I mutter, staying far enough away to see her but not be seen. "What is that girl doing?"

I didn’t know much about Avery aside from what my son knew, and even he knew very little. The most she let on was that she lived with her mother and stepfather. Aside from that, she was very quiet about her family, which I never thought much of, but after seeing this and remembering that phone call, I was becoming a little curious.

Making a split-second decision, I pull up and begin to ride slowly beside Avery as she walks down the sidewalk.

"Can I help you?" She asks after a few moments of silence. "Shouldn’t you have already left?"

"And leave a woman alone at night? Not gonna happen."

"I told you I’m fine," she counters, putting up that guard from earlier. "You really don’t have to."

I didn’t, I knew that, but I also couldn’t stop the unease that I felt with leaving her alone, and because of that, I needed to see her home. After that happened, we would go our separate ways and never be together again.

"Consider this as an old geezer helping the youth."

"Old geezer?" She repeats, giving me a look. "You’re not old."

"I’m eighteen years older than you, sweetheart," I counter. "That makes me an old geezer."

I wait as Avery considers and then simply smirks before beginning to skip so that her perfect breasts begin to bounce, making me imagine them doing just that while I pounded into her.

Shit, why the hell did whoever that was have to call when they did? I needed relief, and when I finished here, I was going to need to go find Francine.

We continue to move until we arrive at a run-down house with a faded white picket fence around it and overgrown grass covering the yard. Inside, the lights are on, and I can just make out a figure on the front porch smoking.

"This is me," Avery announces, "Giving me a nod. Thanks for the escort."

With that, she heads off as the figure stands and then opens the front door so she can enter while I continue to watch.

"So she lived in this kind of place," I murmur, giving the house one more look. "I guess you really never know people’s circumstances."

Regardless, this didn't involve me, and the only concern I had was dealing with my problem.

When I arrive at Francine's, I head inside, throwing my clothes on the floor as I move up the stairs, where I'm sure she is waiting for me.

"Ass up!" I announce, barging into her room, where she's already completely naked on the bed with her legs wide open. "And you better still have my present in you."

"Of course I do," she purrs, rolling over and putting her ass in the air so I can see the diamond that rests in her ass. "Did I make you happy?"

"Very," I smirk, reaching out and smacking her ass. "And because you did, I'll be sure to give you a big reward."