After a long week of mostly classes and homework, I had finally made it to the weekend once more. Of course, I wasn’t home free, as I still had homework to do before the new week started, but at least I got to visit with Arthur again. The highlight of the school week had been going out with Chani to pick out our costumes for the Halloween party we were invited to. Before going to the big box stores, we headed to the thrift store and looked through what they had. Chani decided on going as a witch, and I decided on a vampire since both were pretty easy to cook up with our closets. Luckily we found her a hat that would work perfectly for the costume. Of course, we had to head to Spirit Halloween afterward to try on some costumes, even if we had our costumes picked out.

Arthur had picked me up from my dorm. He said he had something special planned for tonight. We arrived at his place, where he told me he had a private chef hired to make us dinner. It didn’t take long for the chef to get there and start our dinner, leaving Arthur and me plenty of time to talk.

“Arthur. Can I…ask you something?”

“Sure.” He shrugged slightly, flashing me a smile.

“It’s about your ex-wife. I just wanna know about your relationship. Why you broke up.”

He took a deep breath. “I figured you’d be curious. I don't mind talking about it, though. My ex and I weren’t exactly ever friends. Our parents practically arranged it. I come from money, and so did she. After my parents passed away, it just didn’t make sense to stay together where both of us were unhappy.”

“I’m sorry about your parents…and that you were unhappy.” I placed my hand on top of his.

“It’s not your fault, Malia.” He shook his head. “I used to work a crazy schedule, but after the divorce, I slowed down. And I’m glad I did so I can spend time like this with you.” He rubbed my hand gently with his thumb.

“I’m glad you did too.” I smiled. “Do you…want to find love still?”

“I would like to, yes.” Arthur nodded with a soft smile. “I wouldn’t mind having a couple more children down the road if she wants that.”

“I’d like kids at some point, I think.”

“Maybe I can give you that down the road.” He chuckled.

“I want to travel around first, though. See the world before I settle down.”

“You don’t always have to pick one or the other. With my kind of money, you can have kids and travel with them.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun.” I smiled to myself, before my mind drifted to Chani, wondering how she fit into all of this. “Arthur…I think I have feelings towards my friend I told you about. She’s been such a good friend to me and though she shows interest in me, I’m scared to ruin that.”

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“You should tell her how you feel, Malia.” He spoke softly, his hand still under mine. “You’ll regret it if you don’t someday.”

“How--how do you feel about me being with someone else, though?”

He took another deep breath, before finally speaking. “I don’t want to keep you from exploring yourself, Malia. You’re young and this is a time of experimenting. I want you to live to the fullest. And as long as I’m able to be a part of that, I’m happy.”

Eventually, our food was ready. The chef made each of us specific dishes, well mostly he made me vegetarian dishes. Afterward, he went on his own way and we were left alone again. Unknown to Arthur, I also had something special planned for the night and guided him into the living room where I turned some music on.

I began to strip for him, down to the lingerie I had underneath. Arthur watched me with a smile, his eyes never leaving my vicinity.

“You’re so hot, Malia.” He uttered.

I smiled back at him, as I continued to strip until I was left bare in front of him. I still didn’t feel totally confident naked, but at least felt comfortable enough to do it around him. I dropped my to knees and crawled over to him, careful of my fingers, as I had previously broke one this way. In front of him, I sat back up and placed my hands on his thighs, leaning forward to kiss him passionately. He pulled back, looking down at me seriously.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Malia? You don’t have to.” He reassured me gently.

“I’m sure.” I flashed him a smile, before looking back down. I slid my hands up his thighs and started undoing the zipper to his pants. Arthur ran his fingers through my hair as I pulled them off, shortly followed by his underwear.

I put my hand around his shaft, surprised by how soft and warm it was. I took a moment to size him up, not fully sure what to do, before moving forward to lick up from the bottom to top. Arthur shifted slightly on the couch, his breath catching. I swirled my tongue on the tip, before moving back down to his balls and back up. I put him in my mouth finally, only letting it go in so far as I tried my best to push it in farther.

Arthur gave me a moan of appreciation, encouraging me to go deeper, until I choked on it, pulling it back out a bit. He ran his fingers through my hair again, prompting me to try again, while trying to control my gag reflex. I looked up at him to see his head resting on the back of the couch. Arthur began to bob my head up and down slightly to a particular rhythm, until he tensed up, pushing me a bit farther into my throat so I was forced to pray I wouldn’t gag. After a few moments, he pulled back slightly and came, some of it coming out of my mouth and onto his stomach and crotch.

“Fuck.” He uttered, pulling his head back up to flash me a lopsided smile. He rubbed my head gently as I swallowed a mouthful of his cum, pulling back to remove his dick from my mouth.

“Sorry.” I licked the remaining cum off of his stomach and peppered grey pubes.

“That was amazing, Malia.” He tilted my face to look up at him and rubbed my cheek gently with his thumb.

“It was my first time.” I smiled slightly.

“You’re a natural then.” His words caused me to blush and smile, looking away. “Come here.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me up onto the couch and into his lap. His hand ran down my naked body, stopping on my backside. “Can I reciprocate?”

“I…” I trailed off, shrinking down slightly, before shaking my head. “I’m not ready.”

“That’s fine.” He smiled at me softly, pushing a strand out of my face. “Then just let me hold you for a while.”

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