Page 67 of Off Limits
“Ha!” I bark out, as I pull out the other item out of the bag. It’s a DVD of the movie Spring Breakers. “Oh wow. I can’t believe this.”
“I found the wine at the liquor store. Can you believe they still make that? Then I knew I had to find the movie for you. The perfect pairing.”
“I think I liked this movie,” I say, and she laughs.
“C’mon! You barely saw any of it.”
“I definitely missed the ending of it.”
“What is it?” asks Dani, a weak smile plastered on her face. “Is this a trip down Memory Lane or something?”
My laugh fades as I see the strain in her eyes, but I’m still smiling as I say, “Yeah, this was my first date with your mother. We saw this movie and she snuck this horrible wine into the theatre.”
Mel laughs at my description of the wine. “It was our second date,” she corrects me. “Because we didn’t…you know…on the first date.” She jerks her head towards Dani—whose face pales—as if she’s censoring herself because of her.
It’s a fond memory for me, though, despite the awkwardness of sharing it in front of Dani. Melanie and I had polished off the entire bottle of Almaden in the theatre, despite my very vocal complaints about it, which she found funny. The movie, which was gritty and sexy, featuring three young girls who were almost constantly clad in bikinis, had been popular that year but we’d waited too long to see it. We had the back row of the theatre to ourselves, which is why Melanie felt emboldened to straddle my lap, skirt hiked up and no panties on, and fuck me in the back row. There were several people in front of us, but trying to stay quiet made it even hotter. I remember thinking she had the tightest, sweetest little cunt I’d ever fucked.
“Thank you,” I say with real warmth. “That’s a great memory. I’ll let you keep the wine, though,” I quip.
“Your father and I used to do some pretty wild stuff,” Melanie says to Dani. “You don’t know. We weren’t always the old fogeys you think we are. Your father is…a very sexual man.”
“Melanie,” I say sharply. “I don’t think that’s appropriate.”
“Oh, c’mon,” she says dismissively, lifting her wine glass. “She’s old enough to figure out we’ve fucked. And it was amazing,” she adds in an aside to Danica.
“Melanie! That’s enough!”
Dani puts her fork down on her plate and stands up. “Dad, I’m going to excuse myself.”
“That’s fine, honey,” I say, glowering at Melanie. She laughs as Dani leaves the table and heads upstairs. “Don’t know where you two get off being so prudish,” she snickers.
Danica
I LIE AWAKE in bed for a long while, wondering if Jean-Luc will sneak in at some point. I’m alternately hopeful and despairing. Last night, it felt like nothing could ever come between us, but tonight, watching my mother flirt so overtly with him at dinner, I’m not so certain. It made me hotly jealous to find out they had sex on their second date. More than that, it was the fond smile the memory evoked in Jean-Luc. What if my mother has somehow weaved her web around him again?
I text Christine to chat but she seems standoffish and aloof.
Are you just trying to chat or is something up? she eventually asks.
Just chatting, I answer. Wanted to see how you are.
I’m fine, she answers. Now you know. Why aren’t you chatting with your secret older boyfriend?
I sigh and don’t answer. I don’t know how to. After staring at my phone blankly for a while, I put it down and stare at the ceiling instead.
So Jean-Luc and Melanie had sex on their second date. It’s painful to think of them being together, but it’s not hard to do. For most of my childhood, they were physically affectionate with each other. It pains me to think it, but I guess they probably had a pretty good sexual relationship. I wonder why a man like Jean-Luc would even want to be with someone young and unsophisticated like me when he could be with a sexy grown woman—maybe not my mom, but someone like her. I have nothing to offer that someone experienced and confident doesn’t, and I worry that Jean-Luc’s only attracted to me because I look like my mom and he misses her.
I want to be everything Jean-Luc has ever dreamed of. I want to be everything to him the way he is everything to me. I crave the touch of his skin so much it’s like a fever. I’m obsessed. But more than that, it’s the way he takes care of me, the shelter of his arms, the strength of his commitment to me. He gives me something nobody else ever could. With Jean-Luc I can be a grown, sexual woman, and his little girl who gets taken care of.
I wish I could give him something nobody else could, too, but a man like Jean-Luc has everything he could ever want—including wealth, power, and women. The only thing I can offer him is all I have—my mind, my soul…my entire body.
Just thinking about him gets me hot and horny again—the sheer power of him as he parted my knees beneath him, and the agonizing pleasure and pain of him inside of me. Even though I’m sore, I’m still craving him. And I’m already nostalgic for last night, when it was just the two of us. I’m rocking my hips, feeling my pussy get wet and slippery, when the door opens a crack.
“Dani?” comes his voice in a low whisper.
“Daddy!” I stage-whisper. “Come in.”
He takes a quiet step through the door and closes it carefully behind him before approaching the bed. He’s breathtaking in only a pair of plaid pyjama pants—bare feet and bare chest. He has just the right amount of chest hair, I think. His huge, powerful upper body is so perfectly masculine.