The Casanova: Part 1

The Daniels invited the Rogers to stay with them for a month. Honey Rogers, the last child of the Rogers was the most beautiful girl, Bibi Daniels had ever seen. She noticed he was always staring at her with his devilishly sexy eyes, and he noticed she was a pretty, little naive and shy thing. She’d heard more than enough stories from his brothers about his amorous escapades and she made it a point to always avoid him whenever he can. He has tried his best to get to talk to her, but so far, no success.
They had a very big home with a well tended vegetation surrounding it. Kinda like an exotic jungle. He loved to take his showers outside most times as there was a lil shower space in the “jungle”. One sunny morning, he decided to take a shower there. She, on the other hand, was taking a walk in the jungle with her favorite teddy. You see, although she’s 18 and she still adores her teddy, Quincy.
She heard the sound of rushing water and she excitedly rushed to check it out, thinking it might be a miniature waterfall or something. The sight she met with made her stop dead in her tracks. Her teddy, Quincy fell from her limp fingers to the ground with a soundless thud. There he was, taking a shower! Her eyes unwittingly ran down his body in a slow up and down movement. He was very beautiful, that much was true. But she never imagined he was “this” beautiful. Adonis had nothing on him. He had nice, long, muscled, shapely legs which ran into a nice, firm, well-rounded bottom. His back was perfectly chiseled with broad shoulders. He had a perfect, muscled chest, rock-hard belly with abs which tapered into… Good God! The biggest phallus she had ever seen! Just when she recovered from the shock, her eyes met with the bluest eyes she had ever seen! God! He had turned to catch her scrutinizing him! He knew all along she was staring at him and she knew from the look in his house and his gradually growing arousal that he wanted her! His eyes were filled with raw desire! She saw his oh so cute, cute lips curve into a knowing smile and she couldn’t take it anymore. She uprooted her legs from the ground and ran. She knew she left Quincy on the ground, but she would rather die than go back there to face Bibi. She would go back for it later.
He got out of the shower, still smiling to himself, picked up her teddy from where she’d left it on the ground and sniffed it. Her perfume and her very subtle, feminine scent were still on it. It made him grow even harder. He would have her, he swore to himself.
He took the teddy to his room because he knew he could use it to lure her to his room. Later that day, she went back to where she’d left Quincy, hoping to find him there even though she knew that was almost  impossible. She wasn’t at all surprised when she didn’t find it there. She knew who was with it, but she didn’t know how to face him or ask him for it. So, she went back to her room, disappointed.
A few hours later, Mrs. Daniels’ maid rang the bell for dinner and Honey wished she could skip dinner just to avoid seeing Bibi’s face. She knew she would have to be brave enough to face him at the dinner table but she still wasn’t prepared for it. Bibi was elated. He’d been waiting for this moment and his inner demon just wanted to watch her squirm under his gaze, as he knew she would. He longed to see her blush in that pretty, innocent way that he so loved. It always turned him and on and he wanted to make that happen. He decided to go early to the dinner table so he’d watch her come downstairs. Which he did. She came downstairs, and saw him watching her as though he’d been waiting for her and his lascivious smile didn’t hide that fact. She knew he knew she was remembering the image of his naked body and she nearly missed her step but she managed to gain her footing. She blushed prettily and bit her lip under his burning gaze and he nearly came undone. God! She was such a delicate flower!, he thought.
He silently prayed to the heavens to have a private moment alone with her. He swore he would make her grace his bed at all cost. She took her seat opposite him and avoided making any eye contact with him while blushing some more. “Honey, are you alright?” Her Dad asked. “Y-Y-Yes, I’m f-f-fine” she stammered. He’d already found a way to secure a place for her opposite him at the table so he could see her face clearly. The last place she wanted to be was at the dinner table and even worse, opposite him. She wished the ground would open and swallow her up. He stretched his leg under the table towards her to caress her legs. She tried to remove her leg and he grasped it firmly with both of his. He was still smiling sweetly at her but she wasn’t fooled by it. The smile had such hidden promise that she feared for her very soul. There was so much sexual tension in the room. It was so thick, you could cut through it with a knife. She was surprised no one else felt it. Did he have to eat his food slowly and lick his spoon like that? she thought. He was making her very uncomfortable and she fidgeted. He kept caressing her leg with his under the table and she found it difficult to chew and swallow her food properly. He was having fun. She was very grateful when they finished dinner and dispersed the dinner table so she could escape to her room once more. Which she did…