Cathy Lambert is a 19-year-old college student who needs to spend a week in Manhattan to interview for some internships.
She’s hoping to get one so she doesn’t have to go back to community college in the rural town she’s from. One of her parents’ best friends from college lives in Manhattan and offers him a guest room. Cathy used to be close to him when she was little, but she hasn’t seen him in several years.
Matt Dunbar is fit and handsome, freshly divorced, and excited to have her visiting for a week. She’s instantly attracted to him, and it’s obvious he finds her attractive, but they both seem to resist because he’s a family friend.
Her first night there, she falls asleep while sitting next to him on the couch and wakes leaning against him with his head on her shoulder.
She’s completely embarrassed and turned on by that, but goes off to bed, and after she changes into her night shirt, she realizes she doesn’t have a glass for water.
She comes back downstairs to find him still sitting on the couch in the dark with a porn film on the TV, an executive getting a blowjob from a naked secretary he had spanked until her behind was red. He’s masturbating, and she keeps moving closer for a better view, unable to look away.
She touches herself, in disbelief at what she’s doing, but she’s mesmerized watching him. She gasps and draws his attention. She tries to run off and stumbles, and he comes to help her, worried she hurt her ankle.
After a short apology and him reassuring her it’s fine, he makes it clear he saw her touching herself. He lifts her hand to his face, inhaling the scent from her fingers before sucking one into his mouth. She admits she’s a virgin, and he invites her to stay and for them to finish what they’d started.
He strips her and puts her on the edge of the couch where he uses his hand on her to bring her to orgasm, then when she’s barely finished with that one, he performs oral sex on her, quickly bringing her to her second orgasm. He stands and removes his clothing, and lets her use her mouth on him.
Porn movies are playing in the background throughout, and she takes cues from what the woman’s doing on screen, trying to suck Matt the way the woman in the movie is sucking the actor.
After he comes and eases her fear that he won’t be able to have sex with her until tomorrow, she offers to let him spank her like from the movie he’d been masturbating when she walked in on him.
So, he puts her on her knees with her shoulders down on the couch and does just that, including spanking her pussy, which gets them both turned on enough that he’s ready to have sex in record time.
He gets behind her on the couch and takes her from behind in that position, occasionally spanking her so the sting distracts her from the discomfort of having something large push into her for the first time.
After they both orgasm, he promises her that her second night in the city will be even better than her first.
***
Cathy pulled the carefully wrapped package of cookies from her backpack and fluffed the bow on top as she knocked on Matt Dunbar’s front door.
She hadn’t seen him in several years, though her dad had come to visit him about once a year since then. Her most vivid memory of him was when he took her horseback riding for the first time at a friend’s ranch and she’d cried when they had to leave because she couldn’t take the horses home with her.
That had been when she was still in grade school, and though she’d seen him a couple of times since then, she was usually busy with school or friends when he’d flown in for business and hadn’t exchanged more than a few words with him. He was her parents’ friend, anyway, since their college days.
Cathy needed a place to stay for a week while she was interviewing in the city, so Matt and her dad decided Matt’s guest room was a great solution.
The door swung open. “Catherine? My God, you’re all grown up, aren’t you?”
Matt’s voice was deeper than she remembered, dark stubble dusting his cheeks and chin, just enough to really highlight his square jaw and fine features. The hair on his head was still dark, and a little longer than she expected, hanging across his forehead above his shockingly blue eyes.
Has he always been that handsome? He almost looked like the college professor she’d had fantasies about while he droned on about peer pressures in limited social groups.
“Hi . . . Matt.” She’d almost called him Uncle Matt, like she had when she was little, but it didn’t feel right. They were too unfamiliar with each other now, and she wasn’t that little girl anymore.
“Come in, come in,” he said with a broad smile as he stepped back to let her step inside the door. “Your dad didn’t warn me you’d grown up so . . . beautiful. Thought a model was knocking on my door.”
“You look pretty good yourself,” she said.
“When’s your GQ cover coming out?”
He actually blushed, and it was charming. The way he looked her up and down made Cathy’s lower stomach feel warm. Her nipples pinched as they hardened under the obvious heat of his stare.
The material of her sundress was thin, and his gaze made her feel nearly naked. He glanced away as if he’d done something wrong.
Cathy cleared her throat. “Oh, mom baked your favorite cookies.” She handed him the wrapped tray and put her duffel and backpack on the floor against the wall.
“Bless her.” He sniffed above the tray, the scents of banana and chocolate obvious to Cathy on the whole trip even though they’d been well-wrapped. “I haven’t had these in a couple of years.”
He put the tray on the table in the hall, then turned to Cathy with open arms. “Come here,” he said with a playful growl. He hugged her tight, and Cathy was suddenly aware of how her breasts were pressed against his chest.
She could feel the muscle under his clothes. He had to work out with a body that firm. Her body reacted to him, warmth building between her legs at the thought that if she could feel his muscles, he had to feel her tightened nipples pressed against him.
Stop thinking like that, you idiot! He’s your parents’ college friend, for fuck’s sake!
“So,” he said, stepping out of the hug but keeping his hands on her arms. “You’ve already had a year of college?”
“A semester. If I get any of the internships I’m interviewing for this week, that’ll be it for a while. I’m not a fan, I’m afraid.”
He wrinkled his nose up. “Me, neither. I quit after a year, and did alright. When’s your first interview?”
“Two days. Dad thought it’d be better to come a little early and settle in before I had to worry about it.”
“Smart man, your dad. Come on. I’ll show you your room.”
He’d already done up the guest room with fresh sheets on the bed and a good dusting so it smelled clean and a little floral. The sheets even had flowers on them, so Cathy figured they’d been purchased by his ex at some point.
After she unpacked, Matt took her out to dinner at a local Mexican place in lower Manhattan that was as good as he said it was, then they went back to his house to relax for the evening.
Cathy had a hard time relaxing, though. Naturally, she was a little nervous about her upcoming interviews, hoping she’d get an internship so she wouldn’t be expected to go back to school. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, but she’d much rather spent the next year in the city than at community college again.
Something else that set her a little on edge was the way Matt kept looking at her all through dinner. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it made her pulse speed up and her thoughts stray away from college and internships.
She knew how she looked.
Cathy was attractive with long, shiny auburn hair and curves in all the right places. She got looked at that way a lot, but Matt looking at her that way had an effect on her that usually didn’t. It made her warm between the legs, made her squeeze her thighs together to feel the little heartbeat there.
Of course, she also hadn’t expected to find him so attractive that she caught herself flirting with him every ten minutes.
She’d nearly embarrassed herself at dinner, forgetting that she was being treated by a family friend who was helping her out. It felt so much like a really nice date, the kind she
hadn’t been on in a while, that she kept acting like it was a date.
No wonder he kept staring at her. She’d probably made a spectacle of herself.
She kept putting her hand over him when they talked, just at random times, and he did the same to her, though usually when he talked about how he was sure she’d do well on her interviews.
She’d been flirting her ass off, she realized when she thought about it later, while he’d been trying to encourage her in her career aspirations.
By the time they settled on the couch to watch a movie, Cathy felt little more than embarrassment about the way she’d acted.
He seemed cheerful and comfortable, though, so she decided not to apologize or bring it up at all.
They were watching a Marvel movie when she felt her eyelids getting heavy, but figured she could at least stay up with him until it was over.
Cathy woke up sometime later, her body pressed against his where she sat close, head on his shoulder.
“Oh my God,” ‘she said. “I’m so sorry.” She scooted away and wiped her hand over her mouth. “I guess I was more tired than I thought.”
He laughed. “Quite all right. I nearly fell asleep, too.”
Cathy sensed that it was a lie, but she was too embarrassed to do anything but thank him, excuse herself, and go to her room. As she undressed, she could smell Matt on her clothes.
She didn’t know if it was soap, cologne, or aftershave, but he smelled fresh and masculine, a light musky scent that sent warmth straight to her pussy.
What is wrong with me? She thought