Chapter 1

Nikki slouched low in the chair. The impudent shape of her pussy shoved conspicuously against the seam of her jeans. They were skintight, with frayed cutouts all over, exposing almost as much of her almond complexion as they covered. Her body had a way of looking relaxed, yet like it was bursting out of itself at the same time. Her skin looked so smooth Stone could almost feel the texture under his fingers. He kept his hands in plain sight and feigned interest in the mess of papers spread across his desk.

"She was packing when I left," she said. The pout her lips pursed into at the end of the statement was disapproving on the surface, but the devil herself was smiling behind it.

Stone nodded. "I know."

Nikki's finger worried the edge of her grey tank top, tugging it out of its natural drape to reveal the edge of the black bra underneath. Her lavender hoodie was hanging off the arm of the chair. The season was changing fast, but she was still rushing it, dressing for warmer days not far off.

"Her boyfriend's car costs about as much as your house. Did you know that?"

The way her body arched against the chair forced the pert scoops of her diminutive breasts upward, making them seem larger than they were.

Stone nodded silently.

"Aren't you mad? Or even surprised?" she asked.

He blew a sigh of mild exasperation while his eyes drifted down from her face. The briefest sliver of lemon yellow panties played at the edge of one of the cutouts in her jeans. He looked back at her face. There was a satisfied smirk looking back at him. She'd caught him.

"I knew it was coming," he told her. "And it's pretty much all the same to me whatever your mother does."

"You don't love her, do you? Not even once."

"Of course I love her. Just not the way you think."

Her eyes went to each corner of the room before going back to the general area of Stone's desk. A coy sneer lit up her pretty face.

"Want to know what she told me?"

Stone rolled his eyes. "Why do I think you're going to tell me even if I say no?"

Nikki giggled and threw her head back, pushing her breasts higher and further apart. Then her head tilted back and she looked him straight in the eye.

"She don't like fucking him. Told me you're much better. Much nicer to a lady. Nicer cock."

Stone sat upright and blinked. His face was burning and he could feel the red. He wasn't so surprised by what Nikki's mother had said, but that she would have said it to Nikki.

"Why aren't you at the house packing to go with her?" he asked, eager to shove the subject in another direction. He was glad the office door was open, but he was beginning to feel apprehensive about being overheard.

"I don't want to live with him. Just 'cuz she does why should I?"

"Big house? Fancy cars?"

"I'd rather go back to Vung Tau," she scoffed.

"Do what you want. You can make your own decisions. You're not a kid anymore."

"I was beginning to wonder when you were going to notice that," she grinned, nearly purring.

Stone's blood suddenly stopped flowing for a second.

"You know what I mean," he said, forcing himself to sound aloof. "You're nineteen. You can go wherever you want now."

"That's kind of what I came to talk about."

Stone eyed her warily. "Yeah?"

"I want to keep living with you."

"What the hell for?"

Nikki sat up and looked hurt. "Hey! You're supposed to be my stepfather."

Stone blew a long sigh. "No," he told her, "I'm not. A stepfather is someone who comes into your life and actually has a hand in raising you, not someone who marries your mother to help her get a green card by the time you're already an adult."

"Great. Just great. So you're just gonna blow me off, too."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about my mother taking off to live with Dogface before the ink is even dry on her green card and you're already booting me out of the house. You even got me into college and now I won't be able to finish."

"What? Nobody's booting you out of anywhere. Jesus, Nikki, where did you get an idea like that? I just assumed you'd want to stay with your mother. Or maybe even live on your own."

She looked away and down, almost sorry for teasing the way she had. Then Stone started laughing.

"Dogface?" He leaned back in his chair and laughed harder than he should, but Nikki started laughing, too.

A moment later she stood up and walked around to his side of the desk, leaning back against the edge. She toed the sneaker off one foot and put it on the edge of Stone's chair, between his thighs. He didn't move to stop her, just leaned back in his seat and looked at her warily.

"That'll mean it's just you and me in the house together," she said in a low, deliberate croon.

"I suppose so." His voice was slow and measured.

"So if I ask you something will you tell me the truth?"

"Maybe," he said carefully.

"Do you think I'll end up being a whore like my mother?"

"You shouldn't call her that," he said flatly.

"Why? It's what she is, isn't it?"

"That's one of those words a lot of people use just to hurt someone. It's like any other kind of weapon. Be careful how you handle it."

She thought a moment. She looked out his window through the slats in the blinds where sapling-thighed college coeds were crossing the campus in all directions. Before she even looked back at his face, her stocking clad foot inched toward his crotch. The second her toes touched his cock through his pants his hand shot to grasp her ankle.

He held her foot still, keeping her from moving any further, though he didn't push it away.

"Nikki," he warned, "don't play me like..."

"Like a whore?"

She wiggled her toes against his cock. It felt strange yet so good. Her ankle felt warm and supple, and he was gripping it so hard he could almost feel her pulse. That look came back in her eye she'd had before, when she'd first sat across from his desk and arched her body into a posture of pure distraction.

"That's not what I was going to say."

"Sure." Somehow, her mouth twisted into something between a smile and a pout. On her face, it looked like a personal celebration of sin.

Pushing her foot away and ushering her out of his office flashed quickly through Stone's mind, but after watching her practically dance on the chair in front of his desk the past fifteen minutes, his cock was too quick to respond to the slithering press of her toes. Her eyes beamed with conspiracy as his shaft began to grow. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder at the doorway.

"Now that my mother's going to be Dogface's whore," she told him in a hushed, serious tone, "I can be yours."

"Dammit, Nikki," he muttered, gripping her ankle harder and pulling her foot even tighter against his growing cock, "I never want to hear you call her, or yourself, that word ever again."

"But what if that's what I want to be? For you?" she purred with smoky eyes.

"This isn't exactly the right time or place to discuss something like that."

"Ok, Daddy. Whatever you say."

His grip on her ankle suddenly tightened. "And don't ... ever ... under any circumstances ... call me that."

"Ow, that kind of hurts." It sounded more like a purr than a complaint. "But ok ... sir."

She tugged her foot back and he let go of her ankle. She set it down on the floor and tested her weight on it, waiting to let the blood flow back in. With another quick glance at the door, she dropped to her haunches on the floor, tucking her petite frame underneath Stone's desk.

Her hand was on top of his growing shaft before he could bring himself to yank her back to her feet and send her home with swift smack on her ass. But she was beautiful, young and eager, and she was rubbing the length of his heated cock shaft while tugging down on his zipper with the other hand.

"This is a terrible idea, Nikki," he protested in a hissing whisper. He scanned the doorway and rolled his chair closer to the desk, forcing her to inch further underneath where she couldn't be seen.

He felt her hand slip inside his pants and grope for his thickening flesh, pulling his cock free. Her breath touched the head as she stroked his shaft, coaxing him to harden and burn. Even before she tasted him, his body started to melt into his chair.

He spotted Rena outside, crossing the quad in her signature black leggings, wearing them tight enough to bring out the roundness of each prominently curved ass cheek. But she was coming head on toward the building and he could see the flex of her round thighs and the taut pull of the fabric over the pouting shape of her mound.

"Fuck," he whispered. "Nikki ... you've gotta stop now."

Rena worked the front desk at the community center where Stone also taught evening classes. She was a bright twenty-three year old, full of tentative self-confidence. She had a kind of dark prettiness about her – miles of cautiously spoken attitude. She seemed to sneak up and find him in the most unexpected places and times, always with questions about things she was studying in other courses, always sitting too close and accidentally brushing knees or hands.

The worst thing about her was she was so likeable. Stone genuinely relished her company, and he never discouraged the little accidental touches or borderline excessive lingering. Not like he knew he should. Something about her got under his skin, an intensity of character, the depth of her talent and sharp wit. When she'd asked, he didn't think twice about helping her through the application process to get into the university.

Nikki's moist lips touched the head of his cock while he watched Rena's thighs flex as she walked toward the building. Her long dark hair looked wild, as dark as her eyes.

He felt a sudden, irrational need to know if her pussy was shaved.

By the time Nikki's lips closed over his cockhead, Rena had passed around the corner and out of sight. He forgot about Rena and looked down at Nikki as she gripped his rigid shaft and slowly slid her mouth all the way to her hand. He let out a long, slow breath as her tongue rolled against his flesh. It felt like her tongue was massaging every individual nerve.

He reached under the desk and touched her face, letting his thumb lightly graze the rim of her lips around his cock. He almost leaned back in his chair and gave himself over to the intoxication of her stroking lips and hand, but he knew it had to stop before things got even more out of hand.