“I just gave up.” She shrugged. “I knew the pendulum was going to keep swinging and it wasn’t going to get better, so I quit trying.”
“That was a terrible decision.” I exhaled sharply. “So what is the plan now, are you going to try and go to college somewhere around here?”
“The plan right now…” She started to stand. “Is sleep.”
“Goodnight, Charley.” I shook my head in disbelief, still processing what she said.
“Goodnight, Mr. Vance.” She started towards the stairs.
Charley ascended the stairs to join Madison in her room. I sat at the table with her words tumbling around in my head, but the sight of her naked body made rational thought complicated. When I was her age, I was working two jobs and taking care of Madison. College wasn’t even an option. I couldn’t imagine having that opportunity and just throwing it away. Madison and Charley always had a bit of a competitive edge when they were in school and it seemed like Charley always did better than Madison. As disappointed as I was to hear Charley had been expelled from college, I had no dog in that fight. She would have to fight the battle with her parents and the few times I had met them, I got the feeling they weren’t the type to take it lightly. I put the thoughts of Charley out of my head and went upstairs so I could go to sleep. The adrenaline of the rescue had completely evaporated, so I was beyond tired.
Chapter 3: Charley
The summer passed slowly. Normally the months were gone in a flash, but without college on the horizon, it seemed to drag on forever. I finally told Madison what happened and she was supportive, even if she was a little concerned by my lack of a follow up plan. I took a job at the mall, working retail like I did in high school. My parents seemed to be numb to the whole situation after a couple of months. I was their failure and they mostly ignored me unless I needed something. They didn’t even respond when I told them I had a job. I was ready for summer to end and all of the college students to head back to school—except Madison. The thought of her leaving and the only person who seemed to care if I lived or breathed being taken away from me for months left me with a sense of dread I couldn’t overcome. Her car was already packed when I walked up her driveway on the last night of her summer break.
“Hey, Mr. Vance.” I waved as he opened the door.
“Hello, Charley. Come on inside. Madison took my car to pick up a few things, but she should be back soon.” He stepped back and opened the door.
“That would explain why she hasn’t responded to my texts in nearly an hour.” I shook my head and laughed. “She’s shopping.”
“I probably shouldn’t have given her my credit card.” Mr. Vance grimaced and wrinkled his nose.
“Definitely not a good call.” I sat down on the couch and stared at the movie he had paused to answer the door.
“How are things with you?” He took a seat in his chair. “Madison said you got a job?”
“Yeah, I’m working retail at Walton’s Boutique. I worked there in high school and they were happy to have me back.” I shrugged. “I’ll find something better once the college kids abandon their summer jobs.”
“So you haven’t put any more thought into school?” He raised his eyebrows at me and tilted his head.
“I’m not ready yet.” My fingers started to fidget with the edge of my shirt like they often did when I felt like I was being judged. “Maybe in a year or two, I’ll look into something local.”
“I hope you do.” He stood and picked up an empty glass from his table. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Sure, do you have beer?” I looked towards the kitchen.
“Are you trying to drown yourself in my pool again? How about some tea?” He started walking towards the kitchen.
“Tea sounds good.” I let out a sigh as my mind flashed back to the night he pulled me out of the water.
Mr. Vance had stayed true to his word and nobody knew about my late night escapade except the two of us. Madison would have never let me live it down if she found out. She would have told all our friends and then I would have lived with some stupid nickname for the rest of my life. I watched Mr. Vance as he fixed the two glasses of tea. It seemed like he had foregone shaving for a few days and the stubble on his face made him look even more attractive than normal. The shirt he was wearing was a thin undershirt that made his muscles more visible than normal. The fact he had saved my life only added to the crush I had developed. He wasn’t just a hot, sexy older man; he was also my hero. If he wasn’t my best friend’s father, I might have somehow worked up the courage to go for it, even if he was a bit older than me. He returned to the living room and handed me my tea.
“Thank you.” I smiled and sipped it. “Wow, that’s sweet!”
“I think I put an extra cup in it by accident.” He shrugged and sat down. “It’s still drinkable.”
“More than drinkable.” I lifted the glass again. “This might give me more of a buzz than a beer.”
“Should I go cover the pool now?” He sipped his tea and eyed me with a sarcastic grin.
“No, when I get hopped up on sugar I get hyper, not stupid.” I shook my head back and forth. “By the way, thank you again for saving me and for keeping it a secret from Madison.”
“You don’t have to thank me.” He waved me off. “I understand why you didn’t want anyone to know.”
I lifted my phone as it buzzed. “Oh, Madison sent me a text. She’s shopping… That’s all it says.”
“Is that girl-speak for ‘don’t expect me home anytime soon’?” He sipped his tea again.
“Probably…” I sighed and put my tea down on the coaster. “I can come back later. It looks like you were in the middle of a movie.”
“Nonsense, you can stay. I can finish this later. I like talking to you anyway.” A faint smile formed on the edge of his lips. “You’re a bit more down to earth than most girls your age.”
“That’s probably why college guys avoid me like the plague.” The corner of my lip raised slightly as I realized the words just slipped out.
“Avoid you like the plague? I thought you failed out of college because you couldn’t stop partying.” His face reflected genuine shock.
“Yeah, but I was usually too shit-faced to go home with anyone. It was just a group of girls doing stupid stuff and being too hungover to make it to class.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t have many proud moments from those nights, but I wasn’t sleeping around.”
“A girl as beautiful as you definitely would have caught my eye back in the day, shit-faced or not.” He narrowed his eyes at me and nodded his head.
Did he just call me beautiful?
“That is nice of you to say.” I looked at the floor and felt my cheeks blushing.
“I mean it. I know you’re my daughter’s age and it probably isn’t right of me to say it to you, but it is the truth.” He sipped his tea again.
“It is nice to hear it.” I lifted my head and tried to control the blood rushing to my face. “I never get those kind of compliments.”
“Guys your age really are slacking. Fucking millennials.” He let out a grunt of displeasure.
What is this I feel? Is it courage?
“I’ve never met a guy my age that I wanted to say that to me anyway—I like hearing you say it though.” I bit down nervously on my lip.
“That’s a dangerous thing to say.” He stood up from his chair. “I might be tempted to say it again.”
My head is spinning. How do I respond to that?
My eyes must have said whatever my tense lips were too nervous to say. He walked over to the couch and leaned against it with his knee. He put a hand behind my neck and pulled me towards him. I closed my eyes and it felt like fireworks exploding in my head when his smoldering lips met mine. All of the times I had fantasized about kissing him and dreamed about him showing interest in me was nothing compared to the reality of having his tongue moving against mine. Our kiss formed a perfect seal and I felt my body surging
with warmth and desire. I could count the number of guys I had kissed on one hand and none of them had ever made me feel like that. He sank down into the couch, pushing me back against the cushion, as he continued to kiss me. His body was pressed to mine and every nerve was tingling. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep kissing me and touching my body with his strong hands. I didn’t care if he took my virginity right there on the spot. His lips finally moved from mine and he leaned against my ear.
“You’re beautiful.” His lips grazed the edge of my earlobe and I felt another tingle sweep across my body. “You’re so beautiful I’d love to have you right here, right now.”
“I’ve always had a crush on you.” I ran my fingers through his dark brown hair.
“I’ll do things to you that the boys your age can’t even dream of—I’ll make you orgasm until you can’t breathe.” He kissed my neck and moved his hand to my breast, squeezing it through my shirt.
“I’ve never had sex before…” I felt his hand moving down to my jeans and I was afraid to let it go any further without confessing the truth.
“Never?” He pulled back and looked down at me.
“No.” I shook my head. “I told you—guys my age don’t seem very interested.”
“I’m interested.” He took my hand and moved it to his crotch where I felt his cock swelled up in his pants.
This is really happening. Mr. Vance wants me the same way I’ve always wanted him.
“It’s huge…” I rubbed my hand up the length, squeezing the shaft and watching his lips sigh with pleasure. My cell phone buzzed underneath me and startled us both.
“Is that Madison?” He leaned back.
“Yeah.” I let out a grunt and fell back on the couch as I read her text message. “She’s on her way.”
Mr. Vance returned to his seat and I ran to the bathroom. My hair was a bit of a mess and my makeup had smeared. I started reassembling myself as I tried to ignore the wet, sticky spot in my panties. I tried to hide my guilt when Madison returned and watched as she showed off everything she bought. I couldn’t focus on her because I was so enthralled with the thoughts of what happened. As the night wore on, I felt my guilt intensifying. Madison was my best friend. I couldn’t have sex with her father no matter how smoking hot he was. The kiss was incredible, but I couldn’t let it go any further. Fantasy was one thing, but actually having it happen was something else entirely. It would change everything. I would have to see Mr. Vance as long as I was friends with Madison and if he was the man who took my virginity, it would never be anything but awkward. I tried to avoid eye contact for the rest of the night, but I felt his eyes on me every time Madison wasn’t looking. When she went outside to check the car one more time, he walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist.
“Can you stay the night? Madison will be in bed soon.” He pressed his lips to my neck.
“I can’t.” I shook my head and pulled away. “This was a mistake. I’m sorry, Mr. Vance.”
I said my goodbyes to Madison and wished her a safe trip. It would be several months before I got to see her again and normally we would have made a much bigger deal of it, but my head was spinning with too much confusion to focus. I started walking back towards my house and felt tears welling up in my eyes. I was a terrible friend. Madison trusted me and I betrayed her by kissing her father. He might have initiated it, but I did nothing to stop it from progressing any further. I welcomed it. I told him I had a crush on him. I told him I was a virgin and practically begged him to be my first. If nothing else, there would be a few months before Madison got her first break and it would be a cooling off period for both of us. The spark he left on my lips and scorched into my soul was not going to go away easily, but I had to do everything in my power to ignore it.
Chapter 4: Erik
I crossed a line I never should have crossed. I let my dick do the thinking and those thoughts of Charley’s naked body just wouldn’t get out of my head. I had become the cliche perverted older man trying to seduce his daughter’s friends—not just any friend, but her best friend in the whole world. Charley was forbidden fruit. I would have taken her right there on the couch if Madison’s text message hadn’t interrupted us. If Charley had agreed to spend the night, I still wouldn’t have let common sense prevail. When I felt her pull away, it suddenly hit me in the face like a brick. I couldn’t do what I wanted to do, regardless of how beautiful she was or how much I wanted her. I just had to let it go. I had to forget her delicious curves, forget the kiss that nearly set me on fire, and forget how badly I craved her virgin pussy. It wasn’t fair to take something so precious from her when I had nothing to offer except my lust.
“Okay, Dad. That’s it.” Madison walked back into the house with a smile on her face. “I checked the oil and made sure all the fluids are topped off.”
“That’s my girl.” I smiled and walked over to her. “Be careful on the road. Do you need any money or anything?”
“Of course!” Her face lit up. “I could always use some spending money.”
“Yeah.” I chuckled and opened my wallet. “This is for emergencies. Use your debit card for anything you need at school. I put enough money in your account for you to buy gas and groceries for the semester.”
“Thank you, Dad!” She leaned in for a hug and then waved goodbye after she pocketed the money.
I walked to the door and watched her leave. It always stung my heart to see her go. I felt a twinge of worry in my stomach when I thought about Charley failing out of college. I hoped Madison would never go down that path. She only had two years of college left and she would be able to find a good job. I had slaved away when I was her age, saving every penny I could to give her a good life. Even without a college education, I had managed to get a decent job with the power company that transitioned into a desk job after ten years of climbing the poles. Her business degree would give her opportunities I never had. I walked back into the house and fixed a glass of sweet tea. It was strange hearing the silence of the house knowing Madison wasn’t going to come bursting through the door like a whirlwind with an emergency or a load of shopping. The first days after she left were always the hardest.
A WEEK OF WORK PASSED and as hard as I tried, I just couldn’t get Charley out of my head. Everything about it was so wrong, yet my thoughts wouldn’t give me a hint of peace. She even showed up in my dreams, ready to continue what we started on the couch. When Friday night rolled around and I walked into the house, I went straight to the liquor cabinet. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but there were times when the situation called for it. I poured some Jim Beam into a highball glass and sat down in my chair with my laptop. I was long overdue for some personal satisfaction and the one benefit of having the house to myself was not worrying about anyone walking in on me while I looked at some filthy porn. I was in the mood for something raunchy, so I loaded up a couple of my favorite sites and started scrolling.
I need a filthy little slut that looks nothing like Charley.
Blue eyes reminded me of Charley. Brown hair reminded me of Charley. Tits that were close to her size reminded me of Charley. Heart shaped asses reminded me of Charley. I growled angrily and sipped my bourbon as I kept scrolling. There had to be something I could use to fulfill my lust and jack off. I finally found a video that was labeled MILF and started it up. The woman was certainly hot and after I watched her touching her pussy for a little bit before the guy arrived, I felt my cock getting hard. My penis wasn’t throbbing so bad it hurt like it had when Charley had touched it, but my dick was coming to life. I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down, along with my boxers. A couple of strokes got my cock hard in my hand and the video rolled on as I moved my hand up and down the shaft. The man finally arrived in the pornography and the woman immediately wrapped her lips around his cock.
“Yeah…” I muttered. “Suck my cock.”
I tried to imagine the woman in the video’s lips wrapped around me but after a few long strokes up my le
ngth, the lips turned to Charley’s smoldering lips. I imagined the passion I felt from the kiss moving towards my cock with the same enthusiasm. The porn was a waste. My dick just didn’t want anything but Charley. I decided getting off was more valuable than my mental integrity so I just went with it. I imagined her exploring my cock with her tongue, caressing my balls and working furiously to make me cum. In my head, I watched every inch of my cock disappear into her throat and felt her hot tongue moving against the bottom. My cock started to throb and pulsate in my hand. It had been a really long time since I jacked off and my body was quickly building to a release. Each stroke of my hand was Charley’s lips moving up and down the shaft, begging with her tongue for me to unload my cum in her throat.
“I want to fuck you…” I moaned as I pictured the mound of her pussy that had been bent over in front of me while she changed.
I could have let myself finish in her mouth, but my mind was racing with the thoughts of her virgin pussy around my cock. I pictured us in bed together, our naked bodies moving against each other as I slid between her legs. I had never been with a virgin before, so I could only imagine how tight she would be. I was young when I knocked up Madison’s mother, but she was definitely no virgin. The women I had dated off and on since then had all been closer to my age, so they had given their cherry to someone long before they met me. It was rare for a girl to escape high school without having sex and making it through even a semester of college was a miracle. I pictured myself sliding into her pussy, squeezing my cock to try and simulate the tightness. I imagined her cherry popping on my cock, spreading her pussy wide enough to accommodate my girth. The imagery intensified as I kept pumping my cock and I reached for the towel because I could feel my balls tingling with an urgent need to ejaculate.
“I’m gonna cum inside you…” I growled as I started pumping my cock harder.
The fantasy was hardly reality, but it was the best I had. My hand started moving up and down my shaft so fast I was twisting in my chair, feeling the sensations sweep over my body. My head fell back against the chair and then I felt the first stream of cum rising up my shaft. I wrapped the towel around it and started to catch the milky white cum as it exploded from the head of my dick. My abdominal muscles rolled forward against the orgasm and I stroked it faster as more cum continued to shoot into the towel. The second my manhood was emptied onto the towel, I felt an enormous sense of relief come over me. My head spun a little bit from the mixture of my ejaculation and the bourbon. I closed my eyes and felt my cock returning to normal size as the last remnants of my cum oozed out of it. I wiped with the towel until it was completely dry and closed my web browser.
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