Harry.
I made my way to my seat beside the young girl, feeling slightly nervous about our placements. I leaned forward to start cutting up the chicken. As I was sliding the knife through the meat and Sofia started casually asking Jake questions and making conversation, I felt something brush slowly up the back of thigh. I suddenly jolted, almost dropping the knife. I looked up quickly to see if anyone had noticed my shock, then slightly turned to looked down at Andy in the corner of my eye. Her plump lips were pursed, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up. As her sparkling eyes looked up at me, I felt her nails dig into my inner thigh, dangerous close to the crotch of my slacks. I almost wanted to slap her hand away from me when I thought of how inappropriate her gesture was, but Sofia couldn't find out what was happening. I was afraid she would call off the engagement if she knew how her daughter was acting toward me. I shook my head at her, trying my best to hide the slight twinge of pleasure churning in my lower abdomen. She pouted at me. My god, those lips.
"Andy, tell Harry about your studies, I'm sure he would love to know," Sofia broke us out of our trance as I slowly sat back down. "Andy's in year 11, Harry. Almost straight A's."
Year 11. This girl was only 16. I just nodded at my partner, then turned to Andy, still contemplating how I had been thinking about a 16 year old in such an unholy way.
"Almost straight A's, huh? Why not all A's?" I questioned.
"Well, just seems Mrs. Thompson and Mrs. Edwards aren't very fond of me. But my classes with Mr. Jay, Mr. Boumanis and Mr. Kendall, I excel in those."
I completely understood what she was getting at. How could Sofia be so oblivious to her daughter's devilish habits? Only the classes with the male teachers she would excel, but not the female. It didn't take me long to imagine why.
"Yes, unfortunately Mrs. Edwards has mistreated her a few times. She keeps giving her dress code detentions. I guess some teachers can't accept your intelligence, Candy."
Andy blushed slightly at the nickname. I saw Jake's eyes lower after Sofia had said it. I gave him a stern look, but he didn't seem to notice. He was too busy listening to the girl speak of her classes, comparing their school experiences and hatred for certain subjects.
Candy. I wonder how sweet she tast-
Get a grip. She's sixteen, Harry. You're happily engaged. You love Sofia.
I do love Sofia. I love her so dearly.
As I'm staring at my fiancé, trying to collect my happy memories with her to distract myself, I feel Andy's hand on mine under the table. This girl just can't keep her hands to herself, can she?
She speaks effortlessly to her mother and my son as she picks up my large hand with her small ones. I struggle to pull my hand away, trying to shake her off of me without being too obvious. I stop my attempts when I feel the silky smooth skin of her thigh. I look down in the corner of my eye and there are my fingers, slightly under her skirt, being covered by her right hand. They are completely still, and she notices. She uses her hand to move mine, making it rub up and down, until she places it further up her skirt. I can feel the heat radiating from between her thighs and I squeeze my legs together.
I occasionally attempt to pull away, but she keeps her hand firmly on mine. I try to stay casual and keep eating, quietly responding to the small talk being shared at the table.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Sofia pulls me out of my thoughts.
"Oh yes, love. I think I'll just pop to the bathroom, I'll be back in a mo-"
"I'll show him to it, Mother. Don't get up," Andy smiles sweetly. She's got to be kidding.
"Oh thank you, Candy. Make sure he doesn't get lost," Sofia lightly chuckles.
I smile at her as Andy starts to lead the way. I would've loved for Sofia to show me to the restroom, but I suppose this is better than leaving Jake alone with the girl.
We began to walk up wooden spiral stairs, quite far from the dining room. I was certain there was a restroom downstairs, but I didn't want to confront Andy before I'd spoken to her about what she had been doing. I needed to take matters into my own hands and reject her. She needed to understand her actions are far beyond inappropriate and I will not have it.
Yet, she distracts me. When I look up, she's swaying her hips with every step we took to the next floor. She'd pulled her skirt shorter so I could see her panties once again. I saw her delicate hands reach under the skirt and start slowly dragging down the white material, exposing her cute littl-
I gulped and looked away; why was she doing this? I heard her giggle above me as she looked down at my tomato red cheeks.
She held her panties at her thighs the rest of the way up the stairs; slowly moving her hips side to side.
"Just here, Mr. Styles," she headed towards the first door on the right, "don't be too long, I'll wait here for you."
She smiled up at me with her head tilted, her arms behind her back, innocently swaying her body back and forth.
"Uh, alright. I'll just be a moment. Thank you," I mumble.
I enter the spacious bathroom and quickly shut the door behind me, making sure to turn the small lock on the handle. I stood at the basin, resting each hand on the counter and sighing deeply. I needed to confront Andy about her behaviour, she couldn't go on like this if our families were about to move in together.
I turn on the tap and cold water streams out. I cup my hands under it and collect the liquid, lightly patting it on my face and dragging it through the top of my hair. As I'm rubbing my eyes, I hear a small scratching noise. I dry my face with a hand towel and turn around, only to find the handle slowly turning.
I watch Andy creep into the room and lean against the back of the door to shut it. I look at her baffled.
"What are y-"
"Shh," she interrupts me, pressing a finger to her lips.
As she leaned against the door, slowly lifting the front of her skirt with one hand, exposing her already dragged down panties. I tried not to look at anything else that was exposed; it was too wrong to look. But, of course, as I quickly glanced, there was something keeping my eyes there. A small trickle of moisture running down the inside of her thigh. My breathing hitched as she slowly dragging her finger up it, collecting the drip and bringing it up to her soft lips.
"Stop it, Andy," I choked.
She just smiled with her finger between her teeth. She tapped her tongue on the finger, then brought it down to where my eyes had been avoiding, and slowly started to rub in circles.
"I'm serious, Andy. Stop that now, or I'll-"
"Or you'll what, Daddy?" she questioned, not stopping the motion of her hand. "You'll punish me?"
I was disgusted by her behaviour and her dirty mouth.
"Not in the way you're thinking," I muttered. "Andy you stop this right now. This is incredibly inappropriate and I'll be letting your mother know of this if you continue, do you understand?"
A light moan came from her lips and I heard it echo in my mind, my slacks becoming tight at my crotch. I felt disgusting.
"You make me so wet," she whimpered, her head leaning back against the door, a strap from her singlet falling so far it exposed her petite breast.
I was becoming frustrated. Not only because of her delicate body quivering under her own touch, but also because she just kept ignoring my words.
I stormed over to her, eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched. I ripped her hand away from between her legs and held it against the door, using my other hand to harshly pull up her singlet strap. She looked pleased, but I was about to wipe that look off her face.
"This is disgusting. You stop this revolting behaviour now. You're not showing me anything I haven't seen before, and I'm becoming bored. You look like a slag when you act like this, and you don't want to be one, believe me. Now go back downstairs and act like the sixteen year old girl you really are."
I saw tears forming in her eyes as she looked to the floor. She pulled up her underwear, turned and rushed out of the room.
I felt a slight pang of guilt, but the girl needed to be told.