In the throes of her pleasure, she accidentally flipped her phone over, and I caught a glimpse of the video she was watching. From the shock, I grasped my length, squeezed hard, and moaned with Jill. She was watching my love scene from
The male ego is a funny thing. Knowing that Jill would use me to help satisfy her masturbatory fantasies was one of the greatest turn-ons I’d ever experienced. The old me might have had to share that little tidbit with my friends. It would kill me not to tease my brother about this little factoid.
Surprisingly, learning what she was doing with my video allowed the big brain to reengage and keep me under control. That didn’t mean that Mr. Happy wasn’t impersonating a steel rod trying to rip through my jeans. I shuddered when Jill finally reached her goal, and her eyes popped open.
Jill shrieked and promptly fell off the bed when she saw me in the doorway. I walked around the side of the bed as she frantically worked to get her shirt and jeans back in place.
“You okay?” I asked as I grasped her wrist to help her stand up.
Jill jerked her earbuds out. She almost fell down again, which told me she had to be either stoned or drunk. The look of confusion in her eyes made me worry she might bolt. I made gentle noises like Zoe had taught me to use with a young colt that wasn’t sure of people yet as I tried to tame it.
Mr. Happy wrenched control of the body. I pulled her hand up to my lips, sucked her fingers into my mouth, and closed my eyes as I tasted Jill. That was the closest I would ever get to those glorious lady-bits. When I opened my eyes, she blinked and began to giggle, which broke the tension.
“You really are a pervert,” she drawled as she accused me.
I gave her a lopsided grin. What could I say to that?
Suddenly, it was as if everything from tonight came rushing back to her, and Jill collapsed on the floor.
“Oh, God. You warned me.”
“Come on. Let’s get you home,” I urged her.
Jill was dazed as I led her out. Paul, Wolf, and Tim worked to get us through the thinning crowd. When the cops had shown up, the horde had scattered. I guess college kids were the same as high schoolers in that regard.
Cassidy was able to pull up to the building. I saw Dumpster Girl in the front seat with her. She’d stayed at my brother’s place while I’d taken care of Luke and Mike.
Cassidy got out and helped Jill into the car. I turned to Wolf and Tim.
“Thanks for having my back,” I said, shaking their hands.
“No problem,” Wolf said.
“How mad is Tami?” Tim asked.
“Dude. Don’t get me in the middle of that mess. Suck it up and call her,” I suggested.
“Are we okay?” Tim asked.
“What did I say I would do if you ever hurt her?” I asked.
He hung his head, and Wolf looked worried.
“Look. I’m really not cool with what went down. Even so, it matters that you both showed up when I needed you. Give me some time to sort it out for myself.”
They relaxed a bit.
“Tell the guys I appreciate them showing up, too,” I said.
“We’ll take care of it. I need to get home,” Tim said.
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Jill’s dad wasn’t happy when I dropped her off. I shared with him how Phil had defended her, which calmed him down some. Still, I was betting there would be hell to pay come morning.
I didn’t tell him that I suspected someone had given Jill some sort of drug. As much as I was tempted to, because the repercussions for Mike and Luke would’ve been severe, the consequences for Jill would’ve been almost as dire.
Our next stop was Cassidy’s house. I got out of the car and told Paul to take Dumpster Girl home and that I would walk to my house. I still hadn’t learned her name.
Cassidy looked at me funny when I followed her into the house.
“I need to talk to your dad,” I said.
“Why?”
“He and I need to straighten something out.”
That didn’t make her happy, but she stepped inside and got her dad.
“Coach.”
“What can I do for you, David?”
“Your rule about Cassidy only going on group dates needs to stop.”
“Son, I hate to say this, but she is my daughter and …”
“Just listen to me for a minute,” I said, cutting him off. “Cassidy isn’t a little girl anymore. Both you and I know that none of her dates are ever going to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to happen. And tonight, she got dumped because she can’t even go out alone with her boyfriend on Valentine’s Day.”
“Don broke up with her?” Coach Hope asked, clearly dumbfounded.
“Yeah,” I said and sighed. “She’s pretty torn up about it.”
“If this is a big deal for her, why didn’t Cassidy tell me?”
“Because you’re her dad, and she looks up to you and wants to please you. I want her to keep looking up to you, but that won’t happen in the long run if you keep this up. I realize you want to protect her, but what you’re actually doing is stifling her and stunting her social growth.”
Coach shook his head and frowned for a second, processing what I’d said.
“Okay. I’ll talk to Cassidy about it,” he assured me.
