I should be packing to leave today, but ever since this package was dropped off by my smiling roommate, it's all I've been able to think about.Besides, I'm almost done, so I suppose it won't hurt to try the small one out.Just really quickly.Just a small taste before I'm back home under the scrutiny of my father.
Honestly, I'm just happy it got here in time.Imagine having to explain three huge dildos to whoever found them outside our dorm room.As I pack the other two away in my travel bag, I lean back on the bed and undo my pants.The smallest one still feels heavy in my palm as I bring it lower.
I don't really have time to fully undress, so I slip my underwear down my hips to my knees and spread my legs.As soon as I bring the tip to my entrance, my breath catches in my throat.
Just as I thought.The tip barely fits past the tight ring.Too tight.Dear God, it’s all too much, even as I clench against the intrusion like my body's rejecting it.Doesn’t matter that I'm dripping wet.
Dammit.I should have known it would be too tight.Hell, just getting two fingers inside seems to be a struggle some days.Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly and force my body to relax.
As I exhale, I push the tip harder, forcing it to spread me open.The stretch burns in an oddly delicious way that makes my insides coil and clench.As I spread my hips just a touch wider, a deep, rumbling voice stops me dead in my tracks.
What the fuck is my father doing here?
Shit!Shit, shit, shit.
Yanking the dildo from my body, I jam it into my travel bag and manage to drag up my underwear and pants just as Chelsea barges in, Father in tow.Thankfully, my long shirt covers everything so they can't tell the buckle and zipper are still undone and practically splayed open.
"Hiya, Lily!"he booms out as he forces his way past her."Ready to go?"
"W- what are you doing here?"Shock roots me to the spot as he looks around the space."I thought you'd be home."
"Well, your mother has everything under control there, so I thought I'd help you lug this heavy stuff home."
Stepping in a bit further, I watch as his cold, gray, piercing gaze takes in every inch of my dorm room.It’s not a crime scene.It’s not some investigation he needs to run.Yet, that bristly mustache twitches as he crosses his arms.
After a minute or two, he looks at me and crosses his arms, examining my face.No doubt looking for whatever mischief I might be concealing from him.Ugh.If he knew the truth, that would be the end of college for sure.
"I mean, thank you,"I stammer as I turn and try to fix myself without him noticing."But I think I can manage.I really appreciate this, but you really didn’t have to.
"Nonsense," he cries out, his voice finally shifting back to something a bit more friendly."And have my baby girl pack up all by herself?Not on my watch."
"Please," I practically whine as I gather the travel bag in my hands."You really, really don't have to.I mean, you didn't last semester."
"I was on a case and couldn't.You know I wanted to be there.Now, come on.We have a long drive ahead of us."
Without another word, or question, or anything close to asking for consent, he wrenches the travel bag out of my hands—dildos and all.Mortification drips down my spine as I try to grab it back from him.His brows furrow and his eyes narrow as he holds it just out of reach.
"Whatcha doing there, Lila?I can manage this bag.Just because your old man is getting older doesn’t mean I can’t pull my weight around.Is there something in there you don't want me to see?"
Heat licks up the sides of my cheeks as I scramble to find any logical thing to tell him that won't set off that famous cop instinct."It—it's personal," I finally manage to squeak out."Female things.That time of the month… You know.”
This time, it's his turn to have a red face.It almost offsets the bit of ginger in his hair in a comical way if things weren’t so dire.Gingerly, he hands it back to me and takes a step back before brushing his hands against his pants.
"You know,” he says as he clears his throat.“I'm okay with female stuff.Hell, your mom—well, both of them, God rest her soul—dealt with the same thing.So it's okay if you need to?—"
"I'm fine!"I cut him off, not wanting to hear another word fall from his lips.
It's too much.All of this is too much.Why the hell did I think I'd be able to get away with this?My insides clench and churn as I study his pensive face.
He has to know.He has to suspect something's up.It's his fucking job to know when someone's lying.Thankfully, Chelsea steps back in and distracts him, dragging his laser focus away from me and onto her.
"Mr.Bennett," she practically purrs as she lays her hand on his arm."If you really want to help, Lila hasn't gotten to the kitchen yet.Do you mind giving me a hand there while she finishes up in here?Pretty sure she's almost done."
He clears his throat and rolls his shoulders as he turns toward the door.As she looks back over to me, I mouth the words thank you and place the bag back on my bed.This is bad.This is really fucking bad.
I wait until he's fully out of the room before throwing in a few more things, taking extra care to dump every feminine product I can think of on top just in case he tries to take a peek.Then and only then do I secure it in my car.
My knucklesache as I grip the steering wheel.Glancing up at the rearview mirror, I watch as my dad follows behind, his gaze noting every swerve, every movement, studying me as if waiting to pull me over and give me a ticket.Every muscle screams as I keep my hands at a diligent ten and two.Even then, the unease doesn't go away.
