While My Boyfriend Watches (2 page)

“Would you like to explain?” Mr. North’s
stormy eyes were fixed on mine as he stood before me, looking down
at where I sat on the bed. I tried to speak, but no words came out.
Hot shame rushed through me at the sight of my panties in the large
hand of my boyfriend’s dad. I was busted, and in a big way.

“Those aren’t Emily’s!” Brandon burst out.
“Mom’s underwear must have gotten mixed up with my clothes in the
laundry. I put them on the nightstand so I could remember to give
them back.”

I wished Brandon hadn’t said that. There was
no use in lying any more. His dad wasn’t stupid at all. We’d been
caught, and it would have been better to confess and apologize so
we could beg for leniency. But Brandon had chosen to continue his
desperate lies, digging us deeper and deeper into trouble with his
dad.

Mr. North turned around to face his son.
“Brandon, I sleep with your mother every night. I know what her
panties look like, and these don’t belong to her.” He turned back
to me, giving me a look that sent dizzying dread washing over me.
“They’re the wrong size, for one. And she wouldn’t wear anything
this skimpy.”

He brought the panties to his nose, inhaling
deeply as he looked directly into my eyes. I felt faint. I couldn’t
believe this was happening, that my boyfriend’s dad was holding my
panties to his face and smelling them. All I could do was watch in
disbelief.

“These panties smell like pussy,” he
declared. Mercifully, he brought them away from his face. But then
he placed his thumb inside the panties, rubbing against the fabric.
“And they’re wet. These panties didn’t just come out the dryer.
They just came off of being hugged against Emily’s wet pussy.”

The way Mr. North was talking shocked me. I’d
never heard him say such dirty things. Then again, he’d never
caught me in such a dirty situation, in his son’s room without any
panties on. I was humiliated. Now my boyfriend’s dad knew what I
smelled like in my most private area. He had actually
touched
the wetness on my panties. I couldn’t imagine
anything worse.

Mr. North took a step forward, moving to sit
next to me on the bed. Raw, angry heat seemed to radiate from him,
making me feel like I was on fire. I had never felt this way around
Mr. North before. He had always been kind to me. In fact, I’d
thought he was handsome, with his broad shoulders and strong jaw,
even though I immediately felt guilty for having such a disloyal
thought.

Now, Mr. North looked anything but kind as he
dropped the panties onto the bed and turned to me, looking me in
the eyes. “Now, are you still going to lie and say these aren’t
your panties, Emily?”

There was nothing left to do but tell the
truth. I took a deep breath, preparing to confess what he already
knew, when something made me look over at Brandon. Surprisingly, I
had forgotten that he was there for a while. All my attention had
been on Mr. North as he held my panties.

Brandon’s eyes were open wide. They seemed
shinier than usual. I wondered if my boyfriend was on the verge of
crying. He looked like he was, and appeared just as afraid as his
dad was angry. There was a pleading look in Brandon’s eyes as he
moved his lips, mouthing the same word to me over and over again.
“Please.”

My boyfriend was silently begging me to
continue the charade, to face Mr. North and lie to his face. I
wanted to tell the truth, but Brandon’s expression was so desperate
that I couldn’t stand to disappoint him. Out of loyalty to my
boyfriend, I bit back my confession and turned to Mr. North, hoping
for the best.

“Mr. North, I’m sorry I came over to
Brandon’s house without permission.” I tried to sound confident,
but my voice wavered. “It was wrong, and I understand why you have
to tell my parents about that. But all we were doing was working on
our project.”

“You know, I always thought you were a good
girl, Emily,” Mr. North said slowly. “You had me fooled. You have
your parents fooled too, but they’ll know the truth soon
enough.”

“Those are not my panties, Mr. North,” I
lied, running a hand through my long brown hair in an attempt to
look casual. “That’s the truth. I’m wearing panties right now. I
don’t know who those belong to.”

“Well,” Mr. North said, placing his large
palm on my knee. I jumped at his unexpected touch, a spark of
nervous heat running through me from the point of contact. “It will
be easy enough to find out if you’re telling the truth.”

My mouth fell open and I stared at him, wide
eyed. The dangerous edge to his voice let me know exactly how he
intended to find out, but I didn’t want to believe it. But that
disbelief was shattered into a million pieces as Mr. North’s hand
slowly crept up my thigh, gradually pushing up the hem of my
dress.

“You don’t have to do this!” Brandon cried,
springing from his seat and rushing over to the bed. “I’ll tell you
everything. I’ll tell the truth! We-”

“Sit down and shut up, boy,” Mr. North
growled, turning to Brandon with a glare cold enough to freeze
fire. “I gave you the opportunity to tell me everything you needed
to. You’ve said your piece.”

Brandon looked like he’d just been slapped.
Without another word, he retreated to his chair. I was surprised
that he’d given up so easily. He looked worried, but still, I had
expected my boyfriend to try harder to stop his dad’s hands-on
investigation.

I couldn’t believe any of this was happening.
I was in bed next to my boyfriend’s dad as he slowly pushed my
dress up, and all my boyfriend did was watch helplessly. Still, I
tried to calm my racing heart, telling myself that Mr. North was
only calling my bluff. He wasn’t
really
going to pull my
dress all the way up. He was just trying to scare me into
confessing.

“Mr. North,” I whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m so,
so sorry.”

He didn’t seem to be listening at all to my
weak apologies. He continued his slow, torturous uncovering, his
eyes fixed on my lap as he revealed inch after inch of smooth,
creamy skin.

“I’ll tell you everything that happened.” My
voice was barely audible, but it didn’t matter. I watched
defenselessly as Mr. North brought my dress all the way up to my
hips, revealing my perfectly smooth, completely bare pussy.

“That isn’t necessary now, is it?” He tore
his gaze from my lap, looking into my eyes. “Because the evidence
that you’re a lying whore is visible right between your
thighs.”

His words stung. “Mr. North, I’m not a
whore.” I fought back tears as I struggled to maintain what little
dignity I had left. “A liar, yes, and I am so sorry for that. But
I’m not a whore and you can’t talk to me like that.”

“I can’t talk to you like that?” He threw his
head back and laughed a cruel, deep laugh.

I couldn’t believe he was laughing at a time
like this. My dress was still pushed all the way up with my pussy
in plain view. Anger bubbled up inside of me. “I know I was wrong
for lying and sneaking around. But that doesn’t mean you can call
me names.”

Mr. North’s expression changed, all amusement
gone from his eyes in a flash. “Listen here, Emily, and listen
well.” His voice was deathly low, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I can call you whatever I want. I can say whatever I want. I can
do whatever I want. You may be eighteen, but
I
am the adult.
Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I would never again make the mistake of
telling him what he could or couldn’t do. “Yes,” I muttered.

“You can’t say that a little more
respectfully, Emily?” There was an unspoken threat in his
voice.

“Yes, sir,” I said miserably, hoping that
would satisfy him.

He nodded. “That’s much better. You’re a
lying whore with manners, at least.”

I was afraid to speak up for myself, but if I
was going to get in trouble, I at least wanted to only be punished
for things I’d actually done. When he told my parents, they would
be angry regardless, but I hoped their reaction would be less
severe if they knew I hadn’t gone all the way with Brandon. “Mr.
North, I just want to point out- respectfully- that I’m not a
whore. I’m a virgin.”

He laughed harshly, shaking his head. “You
really have no shame. You’ll lie about anything, won’t you?”

I understood why he didn’t believe me. After
all, the evidence wasn’t really in my favor. I was at his house
without permission and had lied to him about what Brandon and I
were up to. Plus, I wasn’t wearing any panties. Why would he
believe that I had been naked with his son without having sex?

But I had to try. “I totally understand why
you don’t trust me, sir. Being here without permission was a
mistake. Lying to you was an even bigger mistake. I’m so sorry for
both of those things. But before you tell my parents and your wife,
I want you to have a clear picture of exactly what we’ve done wrong
and what we haven’t. I’m willing to tell you anything you want to
know.”

“Isn’t that something?” The corner of his
mouth lifted into a half-smile that made me guiltily think about
how good-looking he was. “It took exposing your pussy to get you
ready to tell the truth. Or at least what you say is the truth.
Well, let’s hear it. You’ve got my full attention.”

Taking a deep breath, I gathered my thoughts.
It would be embarrassing to give my boyfriend’s dad details of my
sex life, but nothing could be more embarrassing than what had
already happened to me today. I gathered the hem of my dress,
tugging it back down to cover myself, and began speaking.

“Today, nothing really happened. I took my
clothes off, but that’s it. You got here before anything could
happen and I got dressed in a hurry. That’s why I forgot to put my
panties back on.” I stared down at my hands in my lap as I spoke.
There was no way I could look Mr. North in the eye right now. “But
things have happened other days. We’ve definitely gone farther than
we should have.”

“Brandon, you know the rules,” Mr. North
addressed his son for the first time in a while. “As long as you
live under my roof, you are not to be sexually active. When you pay
your own bills and can buy your own food, you can do whatever you
like. Until then, you follow my word or face the consequences.”

“I understand,” Brandon said, his voice
small. “But we really are virgins. We’ve fooled around, but we’ve
never had sex.”

Mr. North turned back to me. “Why should I
believe you’re still a virgin?”

He wasn’t asking with scorn. It seemed like a
sincere question, like he really wanted me to explain and he would
consider my response. A flicker of hope sparked within me. “My best
friend got pregnant even though she used protection. Her parents
didn’t speak to her for weeks when they found out. It ruined
everything for her. I won’t lie and say I don’t want to have sex.
But I’m being completely honest when I tell you I’ve never done it.
I’m too afraid of what could happen.”

Mr. North didn’t say anything, but I couldn’t
bring myself to look up at him to gauge his reaction. As I kept my
eyes on the floor, a long silence stretched through the room. I
knew my prospects were grim. No matter what, my life would change
for the worse after my mom and dad found out. All I could do was
hope Mr. North believed me so I could at least minimize my parents’
anger.

Finally, he spoke. “So what you’re telling me
is that if I were to fuck you right now, I would be the first man
inside your pussy?”

I jerked my head up in surprise. At the same
time, I heard Brandon gasp, but my attention wasn’t on my
boyfriend.

What kind of perverted question was that?
Actually, it wasn’t a question at all. It was clearly a threat. Was
Mr. North just trying to fuck with my head? If so, he’d definitely
succeeded.

“Mr. North…”

“Answer the question, Emily,” he commanded
curtly.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.” I swallowed hard.
“Hypothetically, you would be.”

“Mmm.” He put his hand on my knee, starting
to move my dress back up. “Wouldn’t that be a nice little
pick-me-up after a long day at work? Hypothetically, of course. A
tight virgin pussy to reward my hard work.”

“Mr. North, you ca-”

He cut his eyes at me and the words fell away
as I remembered his warning about telling him what he can and can’t
do. His calloused palm continued to move up my bare thigh until he
reached the top. A funny feeling burned low in my belly as he made
contact with my private flesh.

I held my breath as he rubbed his hand over
my lower lips, rubbing the smooth folds, before placing two
fingertips against my entrance and making his way into me. His
fingers were thick as they invaded my sensitive pussy, stretching
me open.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Lust was etched
into Mr. North’s features as he pumped his fingers into me. “And so
fucking wet.”

My cheeks burned. I hadn’t wanted to
acknowledge it, but I had felt myself growing wetter over the past
few minutes. It didn’t mean I was turned on or anything. It was
just one of those weird reactions you couldn’t control.

“Maybe we should stop talking hypothetically
and I should fuck you for real. That way I can see for myself if
you’re really a virgin or not. What do you think, Emily?”

He was stroking my pussy faster now,
pistoning my hole and rubbing me in a way that I couldn’t deny felt
good, no matter how much I didn’t want it to. At this point, I knew
Mr. North wasn’t playing mind games with me or issuing idle
threats. His fingers between my thighs were rough proof that he was
willing to cross the line with me. He wasn’t just thinking of
fucking me. He was going to.

And I knew he wasn’t planning to fuck me to
find out if I was really a virgin. I could tell he believed me
about that. No, he wasn’t going to do it to test my virginity. My
boyfriend’s dad was going to fuck me because he could, plain and
simple. He held all the power.