As much as I'd love to make out with Amy all evening, we gotta make this fast. I have guests to entertain. And besides, it's just a matter of time until someone else comes down here to get something out of the fridge. If we're gonna do this – and we are gonna do this – Amy and I have to make it quick.
“I wanna fuck you so badly,” I whisper in Amy's ear.
“Then fuck me badly,” she replies, then laughs. “Wait. That's not what I mean. What I meant was...”
I kiss Amy's soft lips, interrupting her and say, “I know what you meant. We gotta make this fast. Really fast.”
“You sure it's a good idea to do this here?” she asks.
No. No, I'm not. In fact, I know it's a terrible idea. But I don't care right now. Amy looks breathtakingly sexy in that dress. I want her... No, I need her right fucking now.
“It'll be fine, as long as we're quick,” I reply.
“Okay!” she says.
I reach under Amy's dress. Rubbing her pussy over her underwear, I can tell that she's already getting wet. That's perfect because I'm already getting hard. She follows my lead and reaches into my pants, grabbing my dick. Amy wraps her little fingers around the shaft and strokes it, setting my body on fire. I reach under her dress with my other hand and grab her underwear, pulling them down to the ground. She steps out of them, wearing a sexy pair of red shoes that match her dress. And to make the outfit even sexier, she's also wearing matching red panties. So, so, so fucking hot!
After dropping my pants and underwear to the ground, I pick Amy up and put her on top of the deep freezer. It's the perfect height to fuck on. She grabs my dick and pulls it straight to her pussy, which drives me wild. Amy rubs it up and down her pussy lips, getting the tip nice and wet. She's so fucking hot, I can barely stand it.
“Fuck me, Scott,” Amy says. “Fuck me right here on top of the freezer.”
I press my cock into Amy's tight, wet pussy. She's so wet that, after a few thrusts, it goes all the way in. Somehow, her pussy feels even tighter than it did the first time we had sex. Wasting no time, I start fucking Amy right away.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good hugging my cock,” I say.
“And your cock feels wonderful inside my young little pussy,” she replies.
It's no wonder I couldn't resist telling Amy how I felt. This girl is fucking magic. Everything about her turns me on. Everything. Her words make the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up. Come to think of it, she makes a lot of things on my body stand straight up. We look into each others' eyes as my cock slides in and out of her, getting faster and faster. As I peer into her sexy and soulful eyes, I wonder what Amy's thinking and feeling right now. I have to imagine that she's as turned on as I am.
Amy
As I'm looking into Scott's gorgeous eyes, I feel like I can see into his soul. He's got me on top of the freezer with my legs at his sides, dangling with each thrust. I'm incredibly turned on right now. My whole body feels like it's vibrating. Oh, maybe that's because I'm on top of an appliance. Still, though, I feel freaking awesome!
Scott's eyes leave mine and slowly travel down my body. They get to my pussy and stop. I see a slight smile appear on Scott's handsome face as he watches his cock pumping my pussy. I love how turned on he gets watching us have sex. He's not the only one, though. It turns me on, too.
After a minute or two of fucking on top of the freezer, Scott effortlessly pulls me off and spins me around. He bends me over the freezer and lifts up my dress. I know exactly what he's thinking, so I slightly bend my knees and stick my ass out. I can't wait to feel his cock slide back inside me.
“Look at that ass!” he says. “You're ass is fucking perfect.”
If I had to guess, I'm probably blushing right now. I love how complimentary Scott is. He's not afraid to say what he's thinking as he's thinking it. That's just one more reason that I'm so into him. Right now, though, he's about to slide back into me.
I feel his cock reenter my pussy from behind. This time, he doesn't ease in gently. Scott stuffs his rock-hard cock back into my pussy and starts fucking me immediately. Somehow, it sends both a chill and a wave of heat radiating throughout my entire body. It feels so good that I wanna scream.
“Your cock feels so freaking good!” I say, looking back at Scott.
“Yeah? You like that? You like it when I fuck you like this?” he asks.
“I love it! Give it to me! Harder!”
As if Scott was waiting to hear those words, his thrusts immediately get harder and faster. He runs his manly hands up my back and holds onto my shoulders as he's plowing me from behind. My pussy is just about as wet as it's ever been. Every inch of my body is on fire. I'm loving every single second of this.
“Yes!” I moan. “Yesss!”
Scott's hands travel down to my hips and he holds onto them, tightly. His thrusts are getting faster and faster and I feel like I'm gonna explode. I wanna feel him cum inside me. I've always wanted to know what it would feel like. Hopefully, I'll get my wish.
“I'm gonna fucking cum,” he says.
“So am I!” I reply. “Don't freaking stop, Scott. Give it to me. Pump me full of your hot cum!”
He grabs my ass with both hands and squeezes it tightly, using it to make each thrust even more powerful. Scott's pumping my pussy like a jackhammer and it's making me weak in the knees. Just when he's about to send me over the edge, his cock erupts deep inside my pussy. With one final thrust, Scott holds onto my ass and pushes his cock as deep into my pussy as it'll go.
“Fuuuuuuck!” he yells.
“Yesssssssss!” I moan at the same exact time.
I feel Scott's hot cum blast deep inside my pussy. He thrusts his cock with each burst and it feels orgasmic – literally. I'm overwhelmed with an intense euphoria unlike anything I've ever felt before. My whole body is shaking. I never, ever want this feeling to end.
Eventually, though, it does come to an end. Scott pulls out and spins me around, taking me into his muscular arms. He leans me slightly over the freezer and starts kissing me. I can feel a few beads of sweat on his face. Wrapping my arms around him, we kiss passionately. I'm so freaking happy right now. It's moments like this that I've dreamed about for years. It's a perfect moment.
“Dad?”
Oh, shit. Maybe not perfect.
“Jessica?” Scott says, spinning around. His daughter – my best friend – is standing on the stairs leading up to the kitchen. “Sweetheart, it's not what...”
“Amy?” Jessica says after coming down the last few stairs, seeing that it's me behind her dad. “What the fuck!”
“Jessica, please listen to me,” I plead. “It's not what you think.”
Her eyes look from me to her dad, back to me, down to my panties on the floor, then back up at me. I'm busted and I know it.
“I can't fucking believe you – both of you,” Jessica yells, then points at her dad. “Actually, I understand you.” Her finger moves from her dad to me. “It's you I can't fucking believe. You're supposed to be my best friend. And this is my going away party! Is this your going away present to me? I can't believe this shit!”
“Jessica, please!” I beg. “It's not what you think. I'm in love with your dad. Wait!”
She turns around and storms up the stairs. I go from being on cloud nine to feeling like the biggest piece of shit on the planet. I've betrayed my best friend in one of the worst ways possible. I wanna go chase her but I know that now's not the time.
Scott turns to me and says, “Let me talk to her. She needs to cool off a bit. This will all blow over in time.”
“I feel like such a piece of shit,” I say.
“Don't,” Scott says and runs his finger gently along my cheek. “When I explain things to Jessica, she'll understand.”
“Understand? Understand what?”
“When I explain that she didn't walk in on her father and best friend having sex. What she walked in on was two
adults that are madly in love with each other expressing that love.”
“W... What?”
“Are you gonna make me say it?”
I look at Scott blankly. I'm so overwhelmed with emotion right now that I can't even talk. I can barely breathe. Did he just say what I think he said?
Scott wipes a tear from my eye and says, “I love you, Amy.”
Am I on a roller coaster right now? Because I feel like I am. I'm so conflicted that I don't know what to say or what to do. I honestly can't recall ever feeling this torn up. My stomach hurts. I can't do anything about Jessica right now. I'll worry about that later. Right now, I just need to say something. Anything.
“You do?”
“Yes, Amy. I do. I didn't realize it until tonight, but I love you. I thought it was just lust – really intense lust. But I was just kidding myself. I didn't want to believe it. It's the truth, though. You make me feel like no one else ever has or ever could.”
“I love you, too, Scott! I've always loved you. You make me feel like no one else ever has or could. You're the only man I've ever wanted. I'm so freaking happy right now!”
Scott pulls me in for another kiss. As his lips meet mine, all my worries wash away – if only for a moment. When I'm in Scott's arms, nothing else matters. The world disappears and the only things that exist are me and him. I'm so happy right now that I wanna cry. Shit, I think I am crying a little bit. Oh, well. I don't care.
My handsome hero takes a step back and takes my hands. He looks me in the eyes and I feel like Scott can see into my soul. I'm not sure what I've done to deserve the love of such a wonderful man but, whatever it is, I couldn't be happier.
“You should probably go,” Scott says. “Let me talk to Jessica. Give her some time to cool off and wrap her head around all this. Put yourself in her shoes. Once she realizes how happy we make each other, she'll come around. She just needs time.”
“I hope you're right, Scott,” I reply. “It would kill me if Jessica never forgives me.”
“She'll come around. Trust me. Why don't you fix yourself up and go on home. We'll talk soon.”
“Okay. That's probably a good idea. Thank you, Scott. For everything.”
“You're always welcome, Amy. Always.”
I put my underwear back on and Scott helps me make sure I look alright before going back upstairs. We exchange one last kiss – a long, passionate kiss – and say good night.
Scott
Four months later...
“Dad!” my daughter yells, the second I open the front door.
“Jessica!” I yell back, wrapping her up in my arms.
“Okay, dad. I miss you, too. But, enough's enough! I can't breathe!”
“Sorry, sweetheart,” I say, letting my daughter go. “That was four months worth of hugs combined into one.”
Jessica comes in and puts her stuff down. It's Christmas break and I haven't seen her since she left for college. I can't believe how different my daughter looks. She gets settled into her room and comes back downstairs. We sit on the couch and talk, catching up a bit.
“I absolutely love college,” she tells me. “It's good to be home for a while, though. How's things with Amy?”
“Never better,” I say. “You still haven't talked to her?”
“Dad, you gotta understand: seeing you guys together really bothered me. I felt so betrayed. I specifically told her not to and she did it anyway. Like I told you before: I was never mad at you. I get it. She's a gorgeous and smart younger woman and you've been lonely for a long time because you were too focused on raising me to go out dating. I don't blame you. But she was supposed to be my best friend.”
“So, that's a no, I take it?”
“I haven't talked to her, no. But I'm going to. I wanna talk to Amy in person. I've had a lot of time to think about everything. I'm not mad anymore. After hearing how happy you guys are together whenever you and I talk on the phone, it's really made me rethink things. If the two of you are as happy together as you say you are, then I'm happy for you. Both of you.”
“We are happy, sweetheart. I've never been happier, honestly. And I think Amy would tell you the same thing. You want me to invite her over?”
“You mean she's not staying here with you? I thought you told me she was pretty much living here with you while she goes to school.”
“I thought it'd be best if she went back to her mother's house while you're back for the break. I wasn't sure how you were gonna react. You mean the world to me, Jessica. You're my little girl. I want you to be happy. But now that you're an adult, I needed to find my happiness, too. I hope you understand.”
“I do. I didn't, but now I do. Really. Invite her over. I wanna see her. I miss my best friend.”
Amy
I'm so nervous right now as I walk next door. I haven't seen or talked to Jessica since the night she caught me having sex with her dad in the basement. Scott made it sound like she's not mad anymore. I really hope that's the case. Not only do I hate the thought of Jessica being mad at me – I simply miss my best friend.
“Hi Amy,” Jessica says, greeting me at the door. “Come in. Have a seat. Let's talk.”
I sit on the couch next to my best friend. I know that, in her mind, we're probably ex best friends. To me, though, Jessica will always be my bestie. My heart is beating out of my chest. I've never been nervous around Jess before. I don't see Scott anywhere. I wonder if Jessica knows that I've been spending most of my free time over here with her dad.
“How have you been, Jess?” I ask.
“It's been four months. I've been a lot of things,” she starts, then pauses. A few seconds go by, then Jessica starts launching words at me, a hundred miles per hour. “Look, I was really fucking hurt when I caught you and my dad messing around at my going away party. Like really, really hurt. I never wanted to see or talk to you again. I felt so betrayed. I mean, we're supposed to be best friends, Amy. Best friends don't go around fucking each others' dads – even if they are as cool as mine.”
“You're right,” I admit. “I'm incredibly sorry. I need you to understand that this was more than just...”
“Let me finish,” Jessica interrupts. “So, yeah: I was really hurt. But, after I went away to college and had time to think, my feelings started to change. I put myself in your shoes – yours and my dad's. He's been lonely since mom left. I know he gets hit on at work all the time but he's still lonely. And then you come along, this hot young thang from next door and shower him with compliments. Yeah, he's my dad. But he's also a man. I can't blame him for acting like one.
“After some time went by, I was able to put myself in your shoes, too, Amy. It's no secret that you've been crushing on my dad for years – hard. Your dad split on you and your mom, leaving a void in your life that my dad very generously filled. He's my dad, so it's hard for me to think about him like that. But, from your perspective, I can see why you like him. The guy's a fucking hero, all around. It's only natural that you'd develop feelings for him. When he reciprocated those feelings, you couldn't have walked away, even if you'd wanted to. You did what anyone in your situation would've done and I can't blame you for that.”
I can't believe it. It sounds like Jessica is forgiving me. Or, at least, letting me know that she doesn't totally disapprove of me and her dad being together. I wanna wrap my arms around Jess and give her the biggest hug in the world right now.
“Thank you, Jess,” I say. “Thank you so much for understanding. I was afraid you were gonna hate me forever. It kills me, knowing how badly I've hurt you. You're my best friend in the whole wide world and I never wanted to hurt you. I hope you believe that.”
“I do. I really do. Talking to my dad on the phone over the past few months, he's never sounded happier. Like, ever. It's hard for me to stay mad at you when I see how happy you've made him. Are you happy with everything, too?”
“Oh my god, Jess, you have no idea. I'm happier than I've ever
been in my entire freaking life. Your dad and I have such a good time together. He's taught me so many new things. We really do make each other happy. I know that most people won't understand. A lot of people probably think it's wrong, him being so much older than me. But we really do love each other. Your dad makes me incredibly happy, all day, every day.”
“I think you're right. Most people wouldn't understand the whole age difference thing. I understand, though. I didn't before. But, after my first semester away at college, I get it. I totally get it. The appeal of older men is no longer lost on me.”
“What do you mean? What changed?”
After a short pause, Jessica's face lights up and she says, “I met someone!”
“Get out! Who is it? I want details!”
“You can't tell my dad. Promise me that you won't tell my dad what I'm about to tell you.”
“Never. I promise. Spill it!”
Jessica lowers her voice and says, “His name is Professor Warren. He was my Psych 101 professor.”
“No way!” I yell, then immediately lower my voice. “How? Tell me everything!”
“I'm starving,” Jessica says, her volume returning to normal. “Let's go get something to eat. I'll tell you all about it over dinner.”
“So, you and I are good?” I ask.
“Yeah. We're good. But if you ever hurt my dad...”
“Don't worry. I'm gonna always take care of him like he's always taken care of me. We both make each other very happy, Jess. And I think your dad and I are gonna keep making each other happy for a very long time.”
Jessica walks to the foot of the stairs and yells up to her dad. Scott comes downstairs, looking as handsome as ever. I haven't seen him since last night when we fucked on the kitchen table – then again in the shower a couple hours later. I've been pretty much living here with him for the past few months. He thought it'd be best, though, if I went back to my mom's house until things were straight between me and his daughter.
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