Why your pussy so damn good, miss lady?

Go and put that booty up, baby, one on one

You know I'ma go crazy when your legs in the air

The music plays as I thrust in and out of Thembisa. How did we get here? Well I was simply caressing her thigh while we were laying in bed together when she got aroused. Initially, I just wanted to eat her out but I couldn't resist once I saw how good and wet her pussy looked.

We're in missionary position which happens to be my favorite position because I get to kiss her and we both get to watch each other reach that ultimate high. Her nails are digging deep into my skin and I know it will sting later but let me not worry about that now. I start kissing her as I continue thrusting into that amazing pussy of hers that I can't and will never get enough of.

I feel myself slowly reaching my peak and I can tell by the way she is clenching herself around me and by the way her breathing has changed that she is nearing hers too. We switch positions and now we're on our side. I continue plowing into her while I lift her leg just a little so I can go slightly deeper. Fuck, she feels so good.

"Baby..." she moans.

"Yes beautiful."

"I love how your dick feels inside me."

"I love how your pussy feels baby. You're going to make me cum so quickly."

"Cum with me daddy, give me that nut." she says which makes me smile because of how confident she has become during sex since the first time.

She grips on the sheets as I continue with my mission of getting us to an inexplicable high. A couple of thrusts later, we release at the same time and I make sure I pull out because not doing so has gotten me in trouble with her once or twice before. We lay next to each other still breathless, as we come down from our high. I check the time on my phone and it's 6:45am which means I have enough time to get home and and change before I head to work.

We take a shower together and we stop by McDonald's because we were both feeling too lazy to make breakfast. I drop her off at work before I go to my place where I change and head to work. I call for a meeting after lunch so I can discuss my projections for the last quarter of the year with the department heads. My company has been doing well over the last eight months and if we continue working as well as we have been, I have no doubt that we can reach or even surpass the target.

"And those are my projections for this last quarter of the year and if we continue working in the way we are then we will definitely make that target. Does anyone have any questions or something they would like to add?" I ask and they shake their heads.

"Alright, if there are no questions then the meeting is adjourned." I say before they grab their stuff and walk out of the boardroom.

I pack up before grabbing my stuff and I make my way to my office. I immerse myself in work so much that I don't even realize the day is almost over and I have to pick Thembisa up from work. I always look forward to seeing her after work because her presence alone just gives me peace after a long day at work. I'm finishing up when my assistant walks in telling me that there's someone that would like to see me and it's urgent.

Whoever this person is, they have terrible timing because I was just about to leave the office but if they say it's urgent then I may have to hear them out. She leaves the office and moments later someone knocks on the door before I tell them to come in. In walks an older man dressed in a white shirt with black pants and a denim jacket. I take a closer look at his face and he seems oddly familiar but I can't put a pin as to where I have seen him before. I gesture for the chairs in front of him and he takes a seat before either of us says anything.

"Good day sir. How may I help you?"

"You don't remember who I am?"

"Sorry but I don't."

"It's me Gerald Anani your father." he says and I just stare at him in disbelief. I imagined what meeting my father again would be like or how I would react but this was definitely not how I thought it would go. I imagined myself giving him a piece of my mind but right now I can't even form a sentence. I mean what do you even say to a man you haven't seen in over twenty four years?

"It's good to see you son, you look good."

"How may I help you?"

"I would like to have a relationship with you if that is possible." I laugh not because there's anything remotely funny about this but because I'm trying to stop myself from saying something disrespectful to this man. I take a deep before I respond to him.

"Why now? Why did you wait twenty four years to decide to have a relationship with a son who you ran away from?"

"I know I messed up for leaving you and I know you probably hate me but I'm asking for your forgiveness for what I did. You're my only son and I would love to build on the relationship that I know I destroyed."

"Do you really think it's that simple?" I ask and he just looks at his hands. Looking at him, I almost feel bad for talking the way I am but this man deserves this.

"You really thought you could walk in here and ask for forgiveness and we would walk out of here okay?"

"Not exactly but I was hoping it would be a start at repairing our broken relationship."

"It won't be that easy because you will never understand the gravity of the things I experienced once you left. I laid in bed at night wondering why my father ran away and left a note explaining how he was never going to return home. Imagine how heartbroken I was when I realized that my father did not care about me."

"It's not that I didn't care, I left because your mother and I were only together because of you. I was unhappy so I thought it would be best for me to leave."

"Didn't you ever think that you were going to hurt me by doing that? I understand that you and mom had issues but you could have co parented like everyone else does instead of running away from your responsibilities."

"I know I messed up and I'm wrong for doing what I did because you were innocent in all of this. It was quite selfish of me to only think about my happiness instead of thinking about how running away would affect you."

"Why did you decide that now is the perfect time to repair the damage you did?"

"I've had this guilt in me for a long time now and I haven't been able to find peace because of what I did. Running from you over twenty years ago still haunts and I finally summed up the courage to have a conversation with you and possibly work on things. I just want you to know that I am genuinely sorry about what I did and I'm sorry about everything you went through when I wasn't around."

"I don't know if I'm ready to just forget and be on good terms with you again. This runs deeper than you actually think because as my father you were supposed to be there to protect me but you weren't. I wouldn't have had to experience some of the things I did had you been present in my life. Some of the things I experienced were horrific and they haunt me to this day so you coming here today won't erase everything."

"You have every right to feel the way you do and I know it won't take me coming here today for you to forgive me but all I am asking for is a chance to make things right with you." he says and I remain quiet. He sounds genuinely sorry yet I find it difficult to give in because of the pain I endured.

"I don't know, I'll have to think about it."

"Okay."

He pulls out a piece of paper with his phone number on it and tells me that he hopes I will use it some day. I can't believe he walked in my office thinking he could apologize then we would get back on good terms but it doesn't work like that. He will never understand the pain he caused when he ran away.

Even if him and my mother had issues that's not an excuse for him to run away because he still had a responsibility and people co parent when they are no longer together. All my life I thought he had left because he had a plausible reason only to find out that it was only because he didn't want to be with my mother anymore— that's pathetic. Him coming has actually made me feel that anger I've since tried to bury boiling inside me.

I pack my things up before I head to Thembisa's store so I can pick her up. She gives me a kiss once she gets in the car and asks what's wrong with me when she doesn't get the reaction she usually gets whenever I see her. I simply tell her that I'm not feeling well which is not a complete lie. During the ride she tries to make conversation but my mind is on a different planet. We get to her place and I drop her off before heading to my place.

As I'm driving home, I feel like a robot, I feel emotionless. It's a miracle that I make it to my place safely because I was not paying any attention when I was on the road. I drag my feet into my apartment and I throw my jacket and tie on the couch before heading to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of Jack Daniels and I sit on my couch while staring at a tv that's blank.

My father showing up after twenty four years has really messed me up and it was like opening up and can of worms that I had no interest in doing. My mind suddenly goes back to a time I wished my father would have come back which is funny now because I wish he hadn't.

Flashback

It's Christmas morning and I'm up early because I'm so excited for the day. We have spent the last six Christmas' without dad and I hope that Santa read my letter asking him for my dad to come just this once. My mom managed to get me some clothes from the thrift store we usually shop from and I'm grateful for it even though it may not seem like much.

We go to her sisters house by bus and when we walk into the house, it has Christmas spirit which I wish ours could have. I play some games with my cousin who is the same age as me for a while before we are called to the living room for late lunch. After lunch we play some games together and watching the way my uncle interacts with my cousins makes me sad.

Seeing things like this makes me wish my dad would just appear even if it was for a day. I'm reaching that age when I need to be taught certain things by a man yet I don't have that constant male figure in my life. It's dark outside when we leave their place and when we get home, I run into the house thinking my dad will somehow be inside but I am disappointed as usual when I find the house empty.

"Mom why didn't dad show up today? I wrote to Santa and I thought Santa makes wishes come true." I say sadly.

"Maybe he didn't get the letter."

"Why can't he just show up just one time?" I ask and my mother's face softens.

"I'm sorry Kofi. I wish I could speak for him but I can't because I don't know his reasons for leaving and not coming back."

"I just wish I could have him in my life so I have some guidance and someone to teach me all the things I need to know as a guy."

"I understand Kofi but all we have is each other and that's what matters."

"I appreciate you ma but it would be nice to have dad here."

"I'm sorry my boy."

That night I went into my room and cried until I no longer had any tears. I promised myself that I would never cry about him ever again yet here I am eighteen years later crying about it. I feel a concoction of feelings, the main ones being anger, hate, disappointment and heartache. The only way I can numb this pain right now is by drinking so one glass of Jack Daniels turns into me drinking two more glasses.

I fall asleep on the couch and some hours later I wake up feeling the effects of drinking so much. I head to my bedroom where I strip to my boxers and get under the covers not even thinking about eating something because I don't have an appetite. Staying up would make continue to think about what happened today so it's probably a good idea for me to sleep.

My phone has been off since I got home and I know that Thembisa is probably wondering why I didn't call her once I got, perhaps she even tried to get in contact with me. Right now I just need some time to myself because I'm a wreck. Just when my life was was good, he had to show up and fuck me over. Little do I know that turning to a bottle instead of my fiancée would be the biggest mistake I have ever made and I would suffer the consequences.