Though I've fantasized about being with Scott plenty of times, it's always been just that: a fantasy. What if I had the chance to make that fantasy a reality, though? Before today, I was one-hundred percent sure that Scott saw me as nothing more than his daughter's friend. Today, I'm getting a different vibe. Maybe it's because I'm calling him Scott, instead of Mr. Hanneman. Maybe it's because he said I'm mature for my age. Whatever the reason, things feel different.
Could I actually do it? I know I shouldn't even be thinking about this but, if Scott would be willing to take my virginity, could I do it? I'd hate to ruin my friendship with Jessica but, I mean, look at him. The man is... well, he's just that: Scott's the man! He's the only man I've ever trusted. The only man that's ever gone out of his way for me without ever wanting anything in return. He's everything I've ever wanted in a guy.
Me and Jessica are both going off to different colleges at the end of the summer. I'm staying local and she moving all the way to the other side of the country. We'll probably only see each other once or twice a year after that. Still, I hate the idea of betraying my best friend. I don't know if I could live with myself. I could, however, live with myself if something happened and she never found out. Scott certainly wouldn't tell her.
I'm getting ahead of myself. I don't know how Scott feels. If only I knew what he was about to say. All I know is that I find him absolutely irresistible. Sitting next to him, calling Scott by his first name, putting my hand on his muscular leg, looking into his seasoned eyes – all of it was driving me wild. Those eyes have seen things that no one should ever have to witness. Between the Marines and being a firefighter, Scott's probably seen all kinds of horrific things. For some reason, that turns me on even more.
Me and Scott get up from the pool and walk over to the patio table near the house. I'm so hungry, I can't wait to dig into the bread sticks. I haven't eaten much all day and my stomach's rumbling.
“I'll go grab plates, a two liter of Coke, and some cups,” Scott says. “Anything else you girls need?”
“Parmesan cheese, please, dad,” Jessica says.
“Amy?”
“I'm all set,” I say. “But thank you, Scott.”
He disappears into the house. I look over at Jessica and she has a big, goofy grin on her face.
“What?” I ask.
“Scott?” she says. “You're calling him Scott now?”
I smile and say, “He told me to. He said that since I'm all grown up now, I should call him by his first name.”
“Well, you must be happy! What'd you guys do while I was gone?”
“Not much. We talked a little bit after he went for a swim. Your dad's a very interesting guy, Jess. He was telling me about this thing he learned in the Marine Corps called the forty per...”
Finishing my sentence for me, Jessica says, “The forty percent rule. Yeah, yeah. He's told me about it a thousand times. I've heard all his old Marine Corps stories a billion times. I'm sick of hearing them, to be honest.”
“Well, they're all new to me. I really enjoy talking to your dad. There's a lot I don't know about him.”
“I'm glad. Maybe he'll start talking to you instead of me about all the horrible shit he sees every day at work. I don't know how many more car accident stories I can take. I've told him a trillion times that he should see a therapist, so he has someone to talk to about all that shit. Or, better yet, he should start dating. Mom's been gone for a long time and he really needs to get back out there.”
I'd rather him get in here, than get back out there. Or, get it in, I should say. I could listen to him tell his war stories all day and all night. The thought of laying in bed next to Scott, both of us naked, enters my mind. I picture him telling me about some gruesome wreck he got called to and about how he saved an entire family from certain death. Thinking about my handsome hero in action gets me all hot and bothered, so I hop on top of his naked body and start kissing his neck, face, and lips. Then, Scott effortlessly throws me off him and onto the bed, wrapping his strong hands around my waist. He gets between my legs and, after licking my pussy, making it even wetter, Scott presses his massive cock right into...
“Let's eat!” he says, coming out the back door with a bottle of soda, some cups, plates, and Parmesan cheese.
My wandering mind snaps back to reality. I fantasize about being with Scott all the time. Even the thought of him taking my virginity makes me weak in the knees. All of my friends, Jessica included, lost their virginities in high school. I'm the only virgin left. It's funny because I think about sex a lot more than any of them. Maybe it's because I'm a virgin. Or, maybe it's because I'm a nymphomaniac – a nympho that's never had sex. Whatever the reason, I'm horny all the time and nothing helps me get off better or faster than thinking about letting Scott take my innocence.
“All right!” I say. “I'm starving!”
“Me, too,” Jessica says.
“You gonna join us out here, dad?” Jessica asks.
“If you don't mind,” he replies. “Then I'll leave you girls alone.”
The next few minutes are filled with silence. Well, not exactly silence, but no talking. The sound of pizza boxes opening and shutting, followed by lots of chewing and slurping can be heard. All three of us are really hungry, so hungry that no one says a word for several minutes. Trying not to be too obvious, I watch Scott eating his pizza. I just can't keep my eyes off him. Even the way he eats is manly. The way he tears into it with his teeth, taking huge bites, devouring slice after slice just screams testosterone. There's something very primal about it. He's not messy, though. Manly, but not messy.
After finishing my second piece of pizza and maybe fifth or sixth piece of cheesy bread, I lean back in my chair. I feel bloated, but it feels good to have a full stomach. Jessica finishes shortly after me and leans back in her chair, too. Scott's still going to town on what must be his fifth piece of pizza.
“Thank you for the pizza and bread sticks,” I say. “Both of you. Scott for paying and Jess for going to get it.”
“Yeah, going to get it all by my lonely self!” she says and smirks.
“I told you I'd go with you if you really, really wanted me to,” I say.
“I know. I'm just messing around. You feel like staying over tonight, Amy?” she asks.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Scott's face light up a little bit. I stay over Jessica's house all the time and she stays over mine a lot, too. There's no reason I can't stay and maybe it'll give me a chance to finish the conversation I was having with Scott by the pool before Jess got home.
“Sure,” I say then look at Scott. “As long as it's cool with your dad.”
Scott finishes chewing the mouthful of pizza he's working on, swallows it and says, “That's fine. You really don't have ask, Amy. You know that.”
“I know,” I say. “But, it's polite to ask. You've always been so good to me that I try to be as polite and respectful as possible.”
“It's things like that that make you come across as mature for your age, Amy,” he says. “Most teens aren't taught to be respectful. I know I wasn't. I learned about respect in the Marine Corps. The fact that you're as respectful as you are and didn't have a strong male role model in your life growing up speaks volumes about you as a person.”
“I had you,” I say.
“That's true, but you know what I mean. You didn't have a strong male role model in your house.”
“You really were a good role model growing up, dad,” Jessica says. “You still are. I'm lucky to have such a great father.”
And I'm lucky to have a best friend with such a great dad. I wonder how much different I'd be if I'd never known Scott growing up. If it wasn't for him, I'd probably think that all men are scumbags. Most of the other men that I've known have been. My dad certainly was and the boys at school are all immature jerks. Scott's taught me that there are good guys out there that provide for their families and treat people well.
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“Well, thank you,” he says. “Both of you. It's been a real pleasure helping you to grow up into the lovely young women you are today. And, on that note, I'm absolutely stuffed. I can't eat another bite. I'm gonna go inside and leave you girls alone.”
“Okay, dad,” Jessica says.
Scott grabs as many used plates, cups, and pizza boxes as he can carry and brings them into the house. I really am glad to have him in my life. As happy as I am, though, I don't just want him in my life. I want him inside me. The more I think about it, the more I want it.
“What do you wanna do tonight?” Jessica asks. “You wanna watch a movie?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I like that idea. Can we go for one more swim first, though? I'm starting to get hot again.”
“I was thinking the same thing. As soon as our stomachs settle, we’ll go for one more dip before heading inside for the night.”
“Sounds good!”
Scott
It's been a few hours since dinner and I can't stop thinking about Amy in her bikini out by the pool. If my daughter hadn't come home when she did, there's no telling what would've happened. I was about to tell Amy that she's one of the most charming, wonderful, and drop-dead sexy women I've ever met in my life.
I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. In that moment, with her sitting next to me, looking good enough to eat, her soft little hand on my leg, looking at me with those inviting eyes, I wanted to tell Amy how I really felt about her. When we were sitting there, I felt a connection with Amy I'd never felt before. For the first time, in that moment, being with her didn't feel like a fantasy. It felt like it could actually happen.
Maybe I'm kidding myself. Maybe she was just trying to be nice, trying to make an old man feel wanted. Maybe, if I had told her how I felt, she would've laughed in my face. Or, maybe she would've let me fuck her right there next to the pool, giving up that virgin pussy of hers that she's been aging for eighteen years.
I need to take a quick shower and get to bed. I'm doing a double shift tomorrow and I want to be well-rested. Sometimes we can nap at the station when it's not busy but, lately, it's been one 911 call after the next. When it's hot outside, more 911 calls are made. Happens every summer.
The girls are downstairs in the living room watching a movie. I grab a towel from the linen closet and head into the upstairs bathroom. After getting the water temperature just right, I take off my clothes and get in. As I'm washing my body, I get to my legs and my mind jumps to the moment Amy put her hand on my leg when we were sitting at the pool. I can still see her cute little hand on my leg and imagine it there right now in the shower. My mind slowly drifts from reality into fantasy and I picture Amy being in the shower with me, her hand right on my leg where it was by the pool. It doesn't stay in one place, though. I envision it moving up my leg, dragging up my inner thigh and ticking my balls. Then, she wraps her little fingers around my cock and starts stroking it.
I really need to rub one out and now's the time to do it. Maybe that will help me get my mind off Amy for the rest of the night. I grab my cock and start stroking it, returning to my fantasy. It's not my hand jerking me off, but Amy's. My dick doesn't take long getting hard and I imagine Amy standing in front of me, stroking my rock-hard cock with both hands. She could easily wrap all ten of her little fingers around my dick when it's fully erect. Very easily.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
As I'm stroking away in the shower, I picture Amy getting down on her knees in front of me, taking my cock into her mouth. She tells me how good it tastes and how big it is. Her voice drives me wild. And then, she tells me that, as much as she loves sucking my dick, she wants me inside her. I help Amy to her feet, then pick her up and press her young body against the wall. Holding her up with one hand, I use my other one to guide my cock to her virgin pussy. Looking her right in the eyes, I watch Amy's face as I penetrate her for the first time. Just like that, I take her innocence, turning her into a woman, planting my flag before any other guy. I whisper in Amy's ear that she feels incredible and she moans in mine. Slowly, I build up speed, fucking her faster and faster. Pinned against the wall, I watch my dick slide in and out of her tight little pussy. Unable to hold out any longer, I tell her that I'm gonna cum. She whispers in my ear that she wants me to cum inside her. With one final thrust, I push my cock as deep inside her pussy as it will go and unload every last drop of my seed.
“Ahhhhhh,” I moan.
The fantasy slowly dissolves and my mind returns to reality. I look down and can see the water washing away the massive cumshot I just blew all over the shower. Phew. I really needed that. As I watch millions of my little guys disappear down the drain, I give my body another quick wash before rinsing off and getting out of the shower. For the first time since I got home, I feel relaxed and my mind is clear.
Even though my daughter's room is upstairs, the girls usually stay downstairs when Amy sleeps over. The couch in the living room pulls out into a bed and they sleep there. I didn't bring a change of clothes into the bathroom with me. I never do. If no one's around, I just walk naked back to my bedroom. There's something liberating about walking naked down the hall and it gives me a little extra time to air dry. With the girls downstairs, though, I think it's probably a good idea to keep a towel wrapped around my waist.
Standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, I throw on some deodorant, brush my teeth, and gargle some mouthwash before spitting it out. Now I'm nice and fresh, ready for bed. I wrap my towel around my waist, pick up my dirty clothes, flick off the bathroom light, then head for the door. It takes me a second to find the doorknob in the dark, but I open the door and step out into the into the hallway. When I turn the corner to walk to my bedroom, I walk right into something that definitely wasn't there before: Amy. It's dark in the hallway and, although I can't see what I dropped, I hear some of the clothes fall out of my arms.
“Oh my god, I'm sooo sorry!” she says.
“It's alright, Amy. Are you okay? We bumped into each other pretty hard.”
“I'm fine. You dropped something, Scott. I felt it hit my foot. Here, let me pick it up for you.”
“Thank you. I thought I felt something drop. Let me turn the bathroom light back on so we can see.”
I'm only a step or two outside the bathroom and, without moving, I reach around the wall, trying to find the light switch. As I'm trying to turn on the light, I feel Amy's hand graze my leg, but that's not all I feel. A second later, her hand lightly brushes against my cock, which hasn't completely softened after being hard as a rock a few minutes earlier. The moment she touches my cock is the same moment I find the light switch and flip it on. It's also the moment I realize that I didn't drop any of my clothes – What I dropped was my towel.
When I turn on the light, I see Amy standing up after bending down to pick up my towel for me. One of her hands must've grazed my leg and my dick as she stood up. Her eyes immediately look at my cock the second the light goes on.
Amy's face lights up and she says, “Oh my god, Scott! You're so...”
“Embarrassed?” I say, grabbing the towel from her hand.
“Big!” she says, eyes fixed on my cock until I cover it with the towel, then she looks up at me.
“I'm sorry about that,” I say.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. I bumped into you, not the other way around. If anything, I should be sorry. I couldn't help myself from staring – not very respectful, I know. But, I've never seen such a big cock before.”
Surprised by the unexpected run-in, it takes me a minute to notice what Amy is wearing. I was too busy being embarrassed about my towel falling off. It's a good thing I didn't notice while it was off, because she probably would've witnessed my dick getting hard right in front of her. Amy's wearing a tank top with no bra and a tiny pair of shorts that show off her perky little ass. And, not only did she see my dick, but she touched it, too. It was only for a second, sure, but it happened. Amy touche
d my cock. Speaking of which, I can feel it starting to grow again underneath my towel.
“You don't have anything to be sorry about, Amy. It's natural to be curious about stuff like that, especially if you're young and inexperienced. Why were you up here in the first place? I thought you girls were sleeping downstairs on the couch like you always do.”
“We are. Jessica's dead asleep on the pull-out couch. I can actually hear her snoring from all the way up here. And I just came up here to get my bag out of Jessica's room, then I was heading back downstairs. It has my toothbrush and everything in it. I have a hard time falling asleep if I'm not nice and fresh pretty much everywhere. At home, I always take a quick shower before bed.”
“I'm the same way. I don't always have a chance to shower before bed but, when I can, I always do. Well, I'll let you get your bag and head back downstairs. Have a good night, Amy.”
“You too, Scott.”
I start walking toward my bedroom, leaving the bathroom light on so Amy can see. Usually, I just walk to my bedroom in the dark and turn on the light when I get in there. The hallway has a light of its own, but it's been broken for a long time and I haven't had time to have an electrician come take care of it. Amy starts walking toward Jessica's room and it takes every ounce of restrain in my being to not turn around and watch her sexy ass sway from side to side on her way to my daughter's room. I'm so fucking attracted to her, it's driving me crazy.
“Scott?” I hear her say behind me.
I turn around and reply, “Yes?”
“You said it's normal to be curious about certain things. What I'm most curious about is what you were gonna say to me when we were out by the pool. I've been thinking about it all night. You were gonna tell me what you really think about me. Would you tell me now?”
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