I am twenty years old and getting ready to start my first year at the local college. My parents would have been too worried if I moved away to go to college. A mother has far too many fears.
Last weekend my friends and I decided to go out to a night club in the next city. Of course I drank a little too much, but not so much I did not know what I was doing. There was this guy, he looked in his thirties, a handsome man. Dark hair, light green eyes and tall nearly six feet I would imagine.
Jerry was his name, he came over to introduce himself. He asked my name and age.
"Belinda and I just turned twenty." Smiling my most seductive smile.
"Well, little redheaded Belinda who is twenty what you like to drink?" He smiled back and his eyes shone brightly. Jerry ran one finger down the side of my cheek then across my bottom lip. "What a sensuous set of lips you have my sweet." I felt myself blushing and looked down, but he put his hand under my chin to lift my face.
"No thanks, I do not think I could drink anything else tonight." Looking directly in his eyes I could see myself wanting to kiss him. My insides were churning at his touch hearing my blood rushing with the increased beat of my heart. He was a definite turn on.
"Belinda, do you want to get out of this noisy place?" I cannot stay any longer it is beginning to make my head spin. Jerry looked at me intently for some reason I knew I could trust him.
"Sure let me tell my friends. Will you drop me off at my house later, or do I need to get someone to pick me up?" Hoping he would take me home. My mother would love this guy. Chuckling to myself, my mother would have thrown a fit at his age.
"I will take you home my little Belinda, never fear you are safe with me." I really believed I would be. Walking to where my friend Shelly was to tell her I was leaving with Jerry. She did not look too happy telling me to be careful. Looking at Shelly one more time, and left the nightclub with Jerry. "Talk to you all tomorrow."
The parking lot was dimly lit and I could not tell what kind of car it was. I could make out that it was a dark blue newer sedan. The inside smelled of Old Spice cologne the same thing my father wore. He turned to smile at me putting his hand on my leg. "Will you be fine if I take you to my house?"
"Sure, but I want you to know that I do not normally leave bars with men." I told him sheepishly. Jerry laughed at my remark.
"I was not even thinking anything near that little Belinda. Do you mind if I call you Red?"
"No, I do not mind Jerry. May I call you Len?" He waited for a moment before answering.
"I hope this doesn't sound strangely to you, but would you mind calling me daddy?" He was quiet as he spoke, and I was slightly confused.
"Ah, well yes I guess I can call you daddy if that is what you like." Looking at him with consternation. Whatever floated his boat I suppose. I was feeling high off the alcohol, the music was calm and soothing. Jerry's voice was confident, kind and sensual.
It was not long before we were in his home enjoying a glass of wine in front of the already lit fireplace. The light was low, soft jazz playing in the background. He looked at me running his hand through my hair then caressing my face. "You are a beautiful woman Red." Jerry continued with his hand down my neck to trace his finger along my cleavage. Instantly I felt my nipples harden. His thumb found my peaks rubbing them softly while staring in my eyes.