The Blooming of Rosa
Copyright© 2008 by Serena Jones
Chapter 28
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 28 - An innocent girl is introduced to a world of sex and magic. Is she a victim or a predator?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Ma/mt mt/mt Consensual Magic Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Paranormal Incest Brother Sister Father Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Squirting Voyeurism Teacher/Student
We had a holiday from school until after New Years and I was surprised by Mike’s presence at our front door the next morning. He tried to kissed me – even though Dad was nearby. I invited him to sit in the living room with me and talk. Dad sat with us. No one spoke.
“So, Mike.” Dad said at length. “You’re seeing my daughter, now.”
“Yes, sir,” Mike said, “and I never want to see anyone else.”
“Oh really? So you think you’re in love with her now?”
“I know I am sir.” He took my hand. “I only wish she felt the same about me.”
Dad looked from him to me and got a very serious expression. He excused himself and left the room.
Almost immediately, Mike began kissing my neck. “Rosa, let’s go to your room.”
“Mike!” I chided him. “My papa will return in only a moment!”
“Rosa, I can’t help it! I can’t bear not holding you. Not touching you. Not kissing you. Not taste –”
“Hey!” He was cut off by Dad’s stern voice as he re-entered the room. Mike pulled away from me slowly and I tried in vain to straighten my clothing. “Mike, this is Rosa’s teacher, Doris.” Doris looked displeased and I knew I had failed her somehow but I knew not how. “Rosa, sweetheart, why don’t you come with me and get your friend here a soda while he and Doris get acquainted.”
“I’d rather go with you.” Mike said standing with me.
“Sit.” Doris commanded.
Mike looked at me, pleading with his eyes. Even if I wished to, I dared not disobey Doris. “I will only be gone a moment. Please. Wait here for me.”
He kissed my hand softly and sat down. Dad and I went to the kitchen. I could not understand what had brought about such a change in Mike. It was as if he were in a dream and followed me as if spelled. Dad pat the top of the kitchen counter, and as I had some evening when he was cooking, I sat upon it. He handed me a soda and absently, I sipped it.
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