"Harold?" I placed my pen down on the desk and spun around in my chair.
"Yes, ma'am?" I took my glasses off to come face to face with the publishing boss. She was a young woman, perhaps a year younger than me, her hair was a wild mix of soft colors along purple, mint, blue, and some pink underneath the rest. Her eyes were an odd light shade of brown, which strangely matched with her unique hair, a ring piercing rested on her nose making her seem like an employee at an alternative clothing store. She wore tight black jeans, a white camisole, a nude blazer that matched with her heels and the lipstick on her.
"I need those columns. I want them at the editing office at four tops." She took the folders out from beneath her arm where she previously had them. "These are all articles for magazines. Don't be afraid to ask Donna for some help." She handed me a stack of purple folders.
"Donna?" I asked confused as I took the folders, standing up in the process.
"Mom magazines, Harold. Moms." I nodded and gently threw the folders on to the desk. "Also, I got another request for you." She rolled her lips into a thin line and looked up at me, a hopeful look shimmering in her brown eyes. I nodded for her to go on and she smiled confidently, whatever shyness before gone. "I want you to meet me at the cafe down the street, the one called Provecho? Have you heard of it?" I nodded. "Perfect, I'll be there at my break time which is at one."
"Alright. I'll meet you there." I said as she marched down the hall to some other office. I sighed as I plopped down to the chair, spinning in it for a couple of seconds before getting back to work. "Mom magazines." I let out a laugh through my teeth.
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"Have you ever been here before, Harold?" I took a seat across the woman with loud hair and shook my head.
"No, I heard of it but, never bothered to come. I'm more of a stay at home and cook guy." I confessed, grabbing the small menu in front of me. "Have you?" I offered a small smile.
"I have, yes. It's amazing. I've only tried about three plates, but I know everything else must be spectacular." She grinned and hid her hands between her thighs, slightly leaning over the table. "By the way," she whispered as if it were against the law to speak causing me to lean over as well. "You can call me Molly."
"You can call me Harry." I smiled back at her as I leaned back on my chair. She placed her elbow on the back of the chair and played with the rings on her fingers.
"I suggest either the burgers or the pastas." She reached over and pointed at the section labeled Pastas and Burgers. "Specially the chicken one."
"Thank you." I said as I settled on that. "Molly?" She nodded. "I don't mean to be rude but, why are we having lunch together? You always take Donna with you."
"Donna and I are done." She bluntly said. "Besides, you're always quiet and never put yourself out there. Only when, what's her name?" She squinted her eyes and I cleared my throat, she continued nonetheless, unaware of my uncomfortable state. "Mallory! She was a beauty! Mallory." She slapped her hands down on her thighs and grinned. "You were really something with Mallory. What went wrong?"
"What went wrong with Donna?" I blurted out, annoyed at her nosy state. Her grin slowly vanished into a straight face and I felt embarrassed. "I didn't mean to..." I sighed. "I'm sorry. Mallory is a touchy subject." I stated with a sympathetic smile, she nodded and cleared her throat.
"I'm sorry. It's alright." She waved the waiter over and quickly told him our order. "I wanted to talk to you about something, but first I'm heading over to the restroom." I nodded and smiled politely at her.
I sighed, running my hands through my hair. I felt like getting up and walking far away from this place. Whenever Mallory was mentioned I couldn't help but feel this way. Everyone knew what was going on between the both of us and once she left without notice everyone took a big step far away from me. Afraid that if I were to be spoke to I would break and burst like a heavy bubble. I placed my elbow down on the table and rested my cheek at the palm of my hand as I stared blankly out the window. I sat up when I noticed the group of five females walking across the street. They all had the red hair and had the same kind of body except two of them. The younger ones, you could say. I smiled happily once I spotted her. My doll.
She must have felt my gaze upon her because she turned in my direction and smiled widely once her eyes spotted me. She brought a hand up and did a small wave, which I returned. "Hi." We both mouthed at the same time, causing us to laugh on our own sides. She turned to her family and told them something before she ran across the street. I turned and saw Molly fixing her shirt as she walked over to our table. I stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Molly, I'll be back real quick." I whispered before walking out the cafe. Daisy was walking towards the door looking down at her shoes but I wrapped my arm around her waist and spun us around so we were in the small gap between the cafe and the next building.
"Harry!" She giggled excitedly wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly. She smelled like cotton candy.
"Doll." I cupped her cheek and kissed her gently as I held her waist. "What are you doing around town, baby girl? Do you not have school?" She shook her head, her curls shaking. "Day off." She nodded.
"Are you working?" I nodded. "On a break. I could leave. I don't feel like working anymore." I pouted, placing a soft kiss on her chin.
She smiled and kissed my jaw lovingly igniting sparks where she kissed. "It;s okay. I'm going on some sort of appointment for my sister." I shook my head.
"I'd like to take you somewhere. What did you tell your sisters back there?" I asked staring down into her eyes.
"That I would be at the museum." We both smiled at one another before I laced my fingers with hers.
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I laughed as she threw her hands up in the air, a very excited scream escaping her lips. She lowered one hand and grabbed my own before I, myself screamed in excitement. The roller-coaster did a twist making our hairs turn upside down, this continued for the next five minutes until we were off and on our way to a snack cart.
"I would love some cotton candy." She said in a dreamy haze as she wrapped her arms around my back. I bent my knees and grabbed the back of her thighs to give her a piggy back ride.
"You shall get cotton candy, doll." I laughed wholeheartedly as she kissed the top of my head. I made a stop in front of the cart and smiled at the man attending it. "Afternoon." I smiled. "I would like some cotton candy and a cup of popcorn." The man happily served the freshly made popcorn and cotton candy for us. "Thank you." I grinned passing the cotton candy to Daisy and handing the man the money. "Don't get it stuck to my head princess." I chuckled popping popcorn into my mouth.
"No promises." She giggled. "Can we go to your car? Just sit there?" I nodded and followed her request, I placed her on the trunk of my car and followed suit, sitting next to her.
The day had taken quite a turn for me. I didn't exactly expect to ditch my boss with a white lie in the middle of our lunch together and just ditch work in general to spend time with Daisy. I turned my head to her, she grasped small puffs of the cotton and brought it up to her lips, smiling every time she seem to get some to stick to her lips. My Daisy. I leaned in and kissed her cheek like a shy teenage boy. She bit her lip and threw her cotton candy stick to the ground.
"Polluter." I scoffed playfully. She gasped and laughed, hopping off the trunk and bending over to grab her stick. I groaned and rubbed a hand down my face.
"Something wrong?" Daisy asked as she threw the stick in a near by trash can. I nodded and got off the trunk, opening the back door and sitting inside to hide my problem. She followed me and sat between my legs. "What's wrong?" I cleared my throat.
"Is nothing, princess." I whispered feeling weak as she placed her small hands on my thighs and pushed herself up so that she was sitting on my lap fully.
"I know is nothing, daddy." I chocked on my breath and started coughing.
Daddy.
She giggled knowingly, pressing her bum down harder on me, causing me to grow tight in my pants. "Can you please sit inside?" She asked gently to which I obliged. I watched as she tucked her legs into the car and shut the door. Her legs went to either side of my waist, caging me in. I could feel the warmth between her thighs and I was certain she could feel the hardness I had grown in her presence.
"What are you doing, doll?" I asked as I felt her rub lightly against me whenever she made a move. "We can't do this. I mean..." I tried to negotiate. She pressed her lips down to mine and held my neck between her hands. The coolness of her fingertips against my heating skin causing my hairs to stand on edge.
"It's okay, daddy. I want this." She spoke softly and calmly against my ear. Suddenly her hands went down to my lower torso, her fingers securely locking themselves around my waist. Despise the clothing between our sexes, I could feel the outline of her lips. I threw my head back momentarily at the feeling of her against me before looking at her determined face. I grabbed her hips and guided her as well, pressing her down slightly to create more friction between us. My hips going up to rub against her, my zipper touching her at times making her let out sweet, small moans. I bucked my hips upwards, as if there was barely any clothing between us, she held onto my shoulders and pressed herself onto me with more force.
"Daddy, please." She whimpered. I stopped my movements and slipped my hand from her waist to the waistline of her skirt, tugging at it as I looked at her for confirmation.
"Do you want daddy to take care of you?" Daisy nodded, a small 'please' coming out of her lips. I brought my fingers to her thigh, crawling up her skirt and slipping underneath her soaked underwear. She blushed madly at my touch, looking down at my covered hand before bringing her eyes up to mine. I dragged my fingertips along her slit, prolonging the act as I let them get soaked in her own wetness. I gave her a lasting look, my fingers slowly going inside her tightness causing her to furrow her eyebrows as a gasp slipped out of her.
I slowly brought them back out and back inside again. Daisy held onto my shoulders as I brought them back in, picking up my pace and rubbing over her swollen cl.it with my thumb. She rode my hand, her hips going back and forth as I fingered her faster, but gentle enough not to hurt her. She moaned, her thighs quivering under my touch as her grip on my shoulders tighten.
"Daddy, I..." She whimpered, followed by a moan.
"That's it, princess." I whispered leaving a small kiss on her jaw. "Go ahead." She let out a small squeak, her walls tightening around my fingers. She release a loud moan as she came undone on my hand and fell on my shoulder, her breathing hard and uneven.
"Was it good, little doll?" I asked kissing her neck lovingly and slipping my hand out her skirt.
"It was amazing, Daddy."
Daisy's outfit. I can't write smut for life. I hope you enjoyed!