Rick’s After-Work Peach

Peach told her parents she needed a quiet semester off after freshman year went sideways—too many parties, a couple of failed classes, the usual mess. So she’s “home” in Austin, in the little off-campus apartment they helped her get, living off savings and DoorDash while she figures her shit out. No classes, no schedule, just the Texas blanket on the bed and the UT banner on the wall because Peach is still a die-hard Longhorns girl even if she’s not on campus right now. Her dad asked his old college roommate Rick to look in on her. Rick owns a small contracting business. He’s fifty-six, lives across town, and has known Peach since she was little. The parents trust him. That part hasn’t changed.

Rick showed up three weeks ago to fix the leaky faucet like her dad asked. Peach answered the door in the thin white tank and tiny shorts, hair piled up, no bra because she wasn’t expecting company. He looked away so fast he almost dropped the toolbox. She didn’t. He stayed for a beer. Peach sat too close on the couch. He said she looked exactly like her mom did at that age and the way his eyes dropped to the way the tank was clinging made her bold. She climbed into his lap, kissed him, and told him she’d been curious since she was sixteen. He said her name like a warning and tried to shut it down once. Peach took his hand, slid it between her legs, and that was that. She was already wet. She kept it there until he stopped pulling back.

Now he comes by after work. Peach leaves the door unlocked. Tonight she’s already under the blanket when he gets there, tank still on, no panties. He strips to the gray shirt and boxers, climbs in, and she rolls on top of him the second the covers settle. The kiss is slow at first—her hand on his face, his arm around her back—because Peach likes feeling how much older and thicker he is under her. He hesitates for half a second anyway. The stuffed longhorn is watching from the corner. Her mouth is soft and hungry. Her hand on his face is small. He feels how young she is in the way her thighs fit around him, in the little sounds she makes when he pushes the tank up and gets his mouth on her tits. He thinks about her dad’s voice on the phone. Then Peach grinds on the hard-on she’s already worked up, the orange Longhorn blanket bunching between them, and the thought doesn’t finish.

She tells him she’s been thinking about this all day. It’s true—Peach stayed in bed most of the afternoon touching herself to the idea of him walking in. He flips them, gets between her thighs, and she spreads for him without being asked. The first thrust makes her gasp loud enough she has to bite his shoulder. He fucks her steady and deep on the Texas blanket while the tower lights glow outside the window, one hand under her ass to keep her right where he wants her, the other gripping her hip hard enough she’ll have marks tomorrow. He finishes inside her more often than he means to. Peach comes first, legs shaking, telling him she’s his little problem to handle whenever he wants. He grunts her name against her neck so he doesn’t have to look at the banner on the wall. After, she stays close, one leg hooked over his, the blanket half kicked off so the longhorns are staring at the mess they just made, and traces the gray in his hair like she likes it. Peach says she isn’t going back to school anytime soon. He nods. He doesn’t ask why. Asking feels like it would make him responsible for the answer.

He’ll text her dad later and say Rick fixed the faucet and stayed for dinner. On the drive home he keeps the radio off and tells himself Peach is twenty. She started it. She still starts it. None of that stops the part where he pictures her dad’s face if he ever found out the “checking in” has turned into parking outside her apartment three nights a week and leaving with Peach still wet on his cock. He sits in his own driveway another minute before he goes inside and washes his hands twice. She hearts the short “Home. All good” text before he even locks the truck. He already knows the door will be unlocked tomorrow.