Lindsey: An unlikely Romance part 6 by theheathenjay
Explore the passion and unexpected twists in 'Lindsey: An Unlikely Romance Part 6' by theheathenjay. This steamy erotic sex story dives into thrilling encounters and deepening emotions, igniting desire with every page. Discover why readers are captivated by this enchanting tale of love and lust!<br/>
Thanks if you have stuck with me this far , Chapter 6:
It was mid October, a week from Lindsey’s eighteenth birthday. And I got a call from her mother.
“Will you come to Lindsey’s birthday party? She is to shy to ask you, and with all you’ve done for her, it would be nice to see you there.”
I was in a conundrum! It might look suspicious if I declined, but the same if I went! I asked what day, it was on a Tuesday. A school night. That might make it easier to make a quick getaway. But it would ba awkward talking to her parents after seeing their daughter naked in my shop, and being moments from having sex.
The night had arrived. Lindsey had no idea her parents had invited me. I arrived at the restaurant about ten minutes after they had been seated.
The hostess walked me back to their table. Lindsey’s eyes lit up. Her fathers was the first to get up and shake my hand and thanked me for coming. Lindsey practically shot out of her chair! She was in an incredible black dress! She was flanked by some friends from school, Cindy I recognized from band, the other girl I had not seen before. Her name was Katie.
Katie was from Lindsey’s old school back in Minnesota. She had flown out for the week. Lindsey practically ran over to me and gave me a hug and planted one on my cheek. I handed her a small wrapped gift. She teared up immediately. I felt a wave of panic wash over me. She was getting too worked up over a small gift! I said “Happy Birthday!” And hugged her back. Her father guided me to sit next to him across the table from the girls. Katie whispered something to Lindsey, then Lindsey nodded embarrassed. That didn’t put me at ease!
Fortunately, Jack, Lindsey father was talking to the waiter and didn’t see the exchange.
Jack asked me about my work. We talked about that for a bit, then he asked about this car of mine that Lindsey keeps talking about. I gave him the run down on the Chevelle, and he talked about how he always wanted a first generation Camaro. So I told him about the one I just started on. Jack wanted to swing by after dinner to take a look.
The rest of the dinner went well, that was till Lindsey opened my gift. All it was was a violin key chain. I thought it was something that was totally innocent and meaningless, but Lindsey teared up. Lindsey’s mother got a suspicious look. But just looked over at me and smiled.
Jack insisted on paying for my dinner. I argued but it was no use.
Out in the parking lot I showed him the Chevelle. They followed me home.
I led Jack out the shop, we drank some beers and shot the shit about cars for an hour. The girls were wandering around my yard and house. Lindsey’s mother had left from the restaurant in her own car and went home.
It was getting late. Jack said he had a long day tomorrow so she should get going. He gathered the girls and we said out goodbyes.
Sean just came home from his friends. And I helped him with some homework and then went to bed. The second I opened my bedroom door, all I could smell is Lindsey’s perfume! My bed had the comforter messed up like someone was in it.
I went and took a shower and came back and as if I didn’t already have a problem sleeping. It smelled like she was in bed with me!
But somehow, that relaxed me enough to sleep like a baby.
Two days later I was doing wash but I had a hard time bringing my self to wash what was left of her perfume off.
That January, during an orchestra concert, I spotted Lindsey’s parents in the audience, I made way over and noticed they were in the middle of an argument. I turned around and found a seat elsewhere. Karen sat next to me.
“I think Lindsey’s folks are splitting up.” She whispered.
When the show started, Lindsey had the first chair. She clearly was upset. She was just very mechanical in her playing, she hit every note spot on, but her heart wasn’t in it.
During the after party, all the other parents were chatting and congratulating the kids on the performance. But Lindsey and her folks were nowhere to be seen.
I walked out side. Lindsey was sitting at the bus drop off area, and her folks were in the parking lot having a knock down drag out screaming match!
Lindsey looked mortified! She hung her head in shame.
I wanted to go talk to her, but I went back in and asked Karen to go have a talk with her while I got her parents to calm down.
None of the other parents or students had seen the scene thankfully.
I walked over and got Lindsey’s parents to calm down.
We sat in silence for a min or two, then I found myself lecturing them on not airing their personal business in front of her daughters friends.
They agreed after they seen what state their daughter was in. Karen walked Lindsey over to their car. She got in without making eye contact. Then they all left.
Karen informed me that Lindsey got accepted to Stanford and Harvard! Lindsey wants to stay close and go to Stanford, but her parents are splitting up and they’re insisting she go to Harvard. Her mother is moving to Boston and she would live with her.
I didn’t know what to say. This complicated things. I couldn’t be the reason Lindsey doesn’t want to go to Harvard!
We went back in, nobody had even noticed what had happened thankfully. Sean came up and asked if he could stay the night at his friends, it was a Friday night regular thing now. I let him, they were going to swing by the house and grab his things. He drove himself and I planned on staying as usual to help with the clean up.
Me and one of the other dads sat in the parking log bullshitting till about eleven. Then he noticed the time and we made our way home. I pulled up and Lindsey’s Z4 was in my driveway.
I walked up the steps, she was sitting on my porch and had been crying. I grabbed her by the hand and led her in the house.
I turned to her, handed her a tissue. “I herd you got accepted to Harvard! Congratulations!”
Before I could finish she lept into my arms and kissed me wildly!
She wrapped her legs around my waist, she was in the long black dress that was standard for the girls in orchestra. This girl has me wrapped around her little finger!
I carried her over to my couch and laid her down. I moved over top of her, on my knees between her legs, supporting my weight with my hands.
With her legs still wrapped around me she unbuttoned my shirt and almost ripped off. I got up and she let lose enough to frantically take off my belt. I stopped her there!
I made her stand in front of me. I turned her around and unzipped her dress. I let her dress fall to the floor and she stepped out of it and turned to face me. This was it, my last ounce of will power was gone! She was in such a state that I couldn’t just leave her. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything but give her what she wants!
Sitting, I pulled her close to me, kissing her stomach as I unclasped her bra. I kissed my way up to her breasts. She was breathing heavily. I ran my hands down her sides, catching her panties on the way down. As I pulled them down I leaned in and kissed the area where her leg meets her crotch. Her knees buckled and she nearly fell!