by Ava Frost
I was relieved that I managed to escape the house for a few hours. That moment in the passage with Zoey so close to me was just far too intense. At my age, something like that could so easily result in a heart attack or an aneurism, especially when she looked at me with those doe-like eyes and pouty lips. Fuck she was beautiful, and man was I in trouble. When she finally left to go to bed relief flooded me, the last thing I wanted was my cock to stand at attention with Jeff and Margaret in the living room. Just the thought of how they would react knowing that I suddenly had the hots for their daughter gave me cold chills. Jeff’s been my best friend for over a decade, and he trusted me around his family. The last thing I wanted was to ruin a friendship because I couldn’t control my dick.
It was late, and Jeff and Margaret finally headed to bed, I on the other hand couldn’t sleep, so instead I went and sat outside taking in the fresh cool air and contemplating tomorrow’s trip to town. I can control myself, I’m a grown man, I kept telling myself. I’ll drop Zoey at the grocery store, then go to the boat shop and on my way back pick her up. That way we wouldn’t spend every single minute in each other’s company. It was as simple as that, how hard could it possibly be.
A sound inside the house drew my attention and then the kitchen light went on. I assumed it was Jeff coming for a midnight snack but when I walked into the kitchen I was met with a sight that would tempt any man. It was Zoey standing in front of the open fridge wearing a pink night shirt with paw prints all over it, that was about ten inches short from reaching her knees and puppy slippers. The light from the fridge shone right through those pajamas showing the outline of her sensual curves and just like, I lost all control and my common sense. In a few quick strides I was right behind her and I spun her around. She gasped but didn’t scream, just looked at me with those innocent wide eyes, biting her lip.
I lifted my finger to my lips, indicating for her to be quiet and when she placed her hand on my chest I knew she wasn’t afraid.
Without any exchange of words, I turned her to face the fridge again and slid my hand down over her stomach, gathering her night shirt up in my fist. It was insanity, no doubt, but I could not help myself. I had reached a point of no return.
“You’ve been driving me crazy since we picked you up,” I whispered as I kissed down her neck.
“I was just playing,” she countered, but the way she squirmed against me masked her denial.
“I warned you not to start something you can’t finish,” I said against her ear as I slid my hand into the front of her panties, there wasn’t a single strand of hair. This little vixen wasn’t as innocent as she let on.
“I told you I was just playing,” she said breathlessly while she pushed her hips back, grinding herself against my rock hard cock.
“This is a bit of a predicament,” I said huskily as I slid my finger between her folds, circling her clit. That set off a triage of reactions. She clutched the fridge door and arched her back, then spread her legs apart, giving me better access.
“That’s a good girl, now tell me. What do you propose we do about this?” I asked and dipped my finger into her pussy.
“Oh fuck,” she said between gritted teeth as she clutched the fridge door, “I-I guess we should make the best of a complicated situation,” she managed to say and then reached behind her to cup my aching hard cock.
“We have a whole week to figure it out,” I groaned as I felt her hand squeeze me and as much as I wanted to bury my cock in her soft wet pussy, I knew there were too much at stake. I needed to plan this and make sure we didn’t get caught.
I ran my free hand down over her tight ass and tapped it lightly before pulling my hand out of her panties, “It’s bed time young lady, you better get going before things get out of hand,” I said and then casually stepped away from her.
She spun around and looked at me, she was flustered and her perky nipples poked against her shirt. I smirked and reached to cup one of her tits, squeezing it, “Go babe, before I do the unimaginable to you,” I said and then turned and headed to my room.
I wasn’t sure if she stayed behind in the kitchen or if she went to her room, but I knew I needed relief, and for now I was going to have to help myself or risk Jeff catching me fucking his daughter over the kitchen counter.
Chapter 5
“Holy fuck,” I huffed breathlessly as I closed the bedroom door behind me. What the hell just happened? My pussy was soaked and left unattended, thanks to Jayce’s extremely skilled fingers. In the three years since I moved in on campus, I’ve never been this close to an orgasm. Sure I could help myself and I did many times, but no guy has ever been able to actually make me cum. My head was spinning and my limbs were numb and when I finally crawled into bed, all I could think of was Jayce. The way he touched me and the sound of his voice as he whispered in my ear kept me awake. I was acutely aware that he was in the bedroom right next to me and for a moment I wondered if he was still awake and more importantly was he busy pleasuring himself while thinking of me?
I laid awake for who knows how long imagining all sorts of scenarios where I could be alone with Jayce. The backseat of my dad’s car, the boat house, the boat, the grocery store even my room, where I would make sure he knew just how wet and desperate I was to have him. My body burned with anticipation and need and if there was such a thing as salvation, I was lost. These deliciously wicked thoughts touched a dark desire that had been plaguing me since I was young, but having been raised in a good upstanding home with seemingly sound morals, I would have been chastised if anyone ever knew what went on in the dark recesses of my promiscuous mind.
My door creaked open and I felt the bed dip next to me, I pretended to be asleep at first but as I felt Jayce’s hand snake around me, my body temperature rose and an aching started between my legs. I was soaking wet. I heard the rapid intake of his breath as he sunk his finger deep into me, first one then a second pumping them in and out. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing and the squishy sound of his fingers thrusting. Unable to take it any longer, I turned over and pushed him onto his back. He looked younger now, like he did when I first met him when I was only fifteen.
In the darkness with only the moonlight filtering through the opening in the curtain I straddled him and lowered myself on his rigid, hard cock. He was bigger than anyone I’ve ever had sex with and as I eased myself down on his length I felt his cock twitch inside me. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked in a soft whisper. “Yes,” he said and gripped my hips firmly in his hands before bucking his hips upwards and driving his full length into me. We both moaned and as I started to ride him he met me each time, raising his hips as I drove mine down. He cupped my breasts and tweaked my aching tips and a shiver ran down my spine. It was like a static current of electricity linked to a chord that ran from the base of my skull to my womb and each time the blunt tip of his cock hit the bundle of nerves deep inside me, I felt my body shudder as I came closer to an impending orgasm, he thrusted with such force that I lifted off him and flew through the air landing face down on the floor.
I shot up with sweat covering my body and my pajamas missing. It was all just a dream, yet it felt as if Jayce was really here, buried deep inside of me. And as crazy as it seemed, I swear I had an orgasm in my sleep. I gathered myself and crawled back into my bed, wrapping the blankets tightly around my naked body. This entire situation was getting out of hand and if this dream was just and appetizer of what was to come, I was in for one hell of a good time.
My parents would be mortified if they knew that I had a crush on my dad’s best friend, and they would most certainly go on a rampage if they knew that I intended to follow through with it and get my brains fucked out by a forty five year old man. But even if the odds were against me, I was willing to take that risk and cross the bridge of conviction when I got there.
The last thing on my mind was Jayce kissing me and then the world disappeared around me.
Chapter 6
I have crossed
the line, no doubt. Zoey is too young for me, yet I want her, desperately. After last night in the kitchen I couldn’t get that lithe body of hers out of my mind. And the way she looked at me with those amber eyes that were filled with dark secrets haunted me in my dreams. There was no turning back now, even if I wanted to. She wasn’t a kid anymore, she was a woman, a beautiful woman and she wanted me. That fact alone boosted my ego after Gillian rode off into the sunset with her knight in shining armor, which left me feeling inadequate and impotent. Now with such a hot young woman having eyes only for me, I realized that I hadn’t lost my charm or my ability to make a woman wet.
It was just before dawn when I left the house to go for my morning run, a routing I never failed to follow, it helped to relieve the pent up stress I had to contend with daily. This morning in particular I needed it more than anything. Before I stepped into the kitchen for breakfast, having to face Jeff and Margaret I was going to have to be at ease and not drool all over Zoey. But god help me once we get on the road, I doubt I will be able to keep my hands off of her.
By the time I got back to the house, Margaret and Zoey were preparing breakfast, while Jeff was having his first cup of coffee for the morning. I mumbled a quick hello and headed for the shower. I didn’t fail to notice that Zoey was dressed in a short summer dress with thin straps, and the way she glanced at me when I came in, was a sheer sign of things to come. It was going to have to be a cold shower, I decided as I stripped down and walked to the bathroom, but I highly doubted anything could save me or Zoey now.
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“Did you have a good run?” Margaret asked as I walked into the kitchen a while later.
“Yeah it was good, I missed this place. The last time I was here was just before I got married,” I said and took out a bottle of water, “I can’t believe how time has flown.”
“It’s crazy,” Margaret said and placed the placemats on the kitchen table while Zoey set the rest of the table.
For a brief moment I imagined her bending over the table while I fucked her from behind and I nearly choked on my water as I turned and walked to the other side of the kitchen.
“You okay Jayce?” she asked and smiled.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said realizing I was tampering with Pandora’s Box and I was going to have to handle the evils that were contained in it. The look in her eyes was a combination of sensuality and innocence. I was well aware of the fact that shew as dropping subtle hints all the time to get my attention, so she was not as innocent as she appeared to be.
Breakfast was intense, Zoey painted a very sensual picture with each bite she took, leaving me restless in my chair and by the time we were done I was on the verge of pinning her down on the table in front of her parents.
Soon enough we were on our way to town, and boy things were getting heated.
“So did you enjoy breakfast?” she asked as she turned in her seat, hitching her one leg up with her dress draped between her legs.
“It was interesting,” I said and smirked, “It did look like you were having much more fun than me.”
“It was absolutely divine,” she commented and wound her window down resting her head back. I glanced sideways and then back at the road. This was so distracting; if she was going to flaunt herself like this, a accident was inevitable.
“Do you know I had a crush on you when I was fifteen?” she asked and I turned to look at her.
“Are you serious?” I asked glancing her way.
“Yep, I used to get into bed at night and imagine you next to me.”
I swallowed hard, and cleared my throat, “Well kids tend to get infatuated quickly.”
“I know, but now I’ve come to realize it wasn’t just an infatuation.”
I laughed and shook my head, but I noticed that her hand was buried between thighs and although I could not see anything, I knew exactly what was going on.
“Zoey, I need to focus on the road,” I said and pointedly looked ahead.
She laughed at me and then turned in her seat and looked straight ahead. It was a relief, because as tempting as it was to pull the car over right in the middle of nowhere, I didn’t want her to think that I’m just an old fart looking for young blood. Despite the fact that my cock had more blood flowing through it than my brain when I was around her, I didn’t think that using her for a holiday fling was all I wanted.
Chapter 7
So there, I said it. I told him I had a crush on him, now I will let the chips fall where they may. We pulled into town and I waited for Jayce to open the passenger door for me.
“I’ll head to the spares store, and you can go ahead to get the groceries your mom asked for then we can meet back here,” he said as I slid down from the high seat.
“Yes sir,” I teased and looked up at him, he was no fun, but I suppose he was feeling a little out of sorts.
When I attempted to move, shoving between him and the door, he unexpectedly pinned me back against the door, “I’m not a college boy toy Zoey, and you’re not a slut, so stop the pretence, yeah?”
Oh wow, where did that come from? “I never said you were one, and thank you for that vote of confidence, so I’ll meet you back here at the car?”
I was annoyed, why would he say something like that? Other than the occasional flirting I was definitely not acting like a cheap slut, or maybe I was. I mumbled a see you later under my breath and walked towards the store. But with each step I took I could feel his eyes burning into the back of me. It was the strangest thing, at first I was pissed off because he reprimanded me, but then I felt oddly appreciative. He wasn’t into cheap girls throwing themselves at him. There was a depth to him that I could never see in the college boys.
All they ever wanted was the next bang, they had no vision and they sure as hell had no class, but Jayce was a mature man with a lot of experience when it came to life and most definitely women. And that fact alone attracted me. I may be a young college girl, but I was an old soul who appreciated art in all aspects.
I walked through the aisles picking off the few things my mom wanted me to get, and although I could have finished much sooner, I took my time. It’s not as if I felt embarrassed, but I wanted to show Jayce that I’m not a hot headed girl rushing to impress the boy.
“Zoey, have you got what you need?” it was Jayce who joined me in the store and I pretended to look at a few items on the shelf.
“Nearly done, I’ll meet you at the car,” I said dismissively.
To my dismay he didn’t leave, he stood next to me with his arms folded across his chest.
“Look I’m sorry about what I said out there,” he whispered.
I took some toothpaste off the shelf and then shifted away from him, deliberately ignoring him.
“I said I was sorry, but…”
“You see, there’s always a but somewhere,” I started and turned to him, “I accept your apology, you were right, and from now on I’ll conduct myself in the proper, acceptable manner, happy?”
“You don’t get it do you?” he said and wrapped his hand around my arm, “Come on, lets pay for the stuff, this is not the place to talk about this.”
I raised my other hand and saluted him, “Yes sir, anything you say sir.”
He ignored me and walked me to the teller and once we were back in the van he turned to look at me.
“You’re a beautiful woman and trust me, I may be old, but there’s nothing wrong with my eyes, but this whole thing is way too complicated.”
“What thing?” I asked, “The fact that I admitted I had a crush on you, or the fact that you get a hard-on every time you see me?”
“You are absolutely relentless,” he said and then started the van.
I turned half in my seat, looking out the window as we drove out of town back towards the lake. He was right, this was complicated, but what’s wrong with a little vacation fun?
My phone buzzed and I looked at the text, my mom and dad went for a picnic and wouldn’t be home until lunch t
ime, for some odd reason my heart leaped and my stomach fluttered. I will be alone with Jayce for the morning, I realized.
“Mom and dad went for a picnic,” I said, as monotone as I could.
I noticed his knuckles grow white as he clutched the gear lever and I couldn’t help but smile inside. Within thirty minutes we pulled up to the deserted house, the mood between Jayce and I was intense. I knew I wanted him and I knew he wanted me, but he was holding back, for obvious reasons.
I slipped out of the van, grabbed the few bags of groceries from the back of the van and determinedly walked into the house. I didn’t expect Jayce to follow straight away, but he did and the moment the door closed behind us, he shoved me up against it and I dropped the bags to the floor.
I had no reason to hesitate when his lips crushed mine and an audible groan escaped him as he kissed me. I slid my hands up his chest and gripped his shirt and held him against me. My heart was racing out of control and I could feel Jayce’s erection press against my stomach as he pushed his full weight against me. He kissed down my neck and along my jaw from one end to the other. I could feel his stubble graze my soft skin and it sent a thrill of desire through every fiber of my being.
“Zoey,” I heard him say and I tried to raise my heavy eyelids.
“Tell me what you want?” I whispered.
“I want you,” he said and tugged at my bottom lip.
“Then take me,” I said and that was all he needed. I felt his hands slip down over my ass and then he pulled up my dress, until it was caught around my waist. And let me tell you, the exhilarating feeling that washed over me at the mere thought of him fucking me was enough to drive me insane.
He slowly kissed his way down my body, over my covered breasts, squeezing each one, along the plain of my cotton covered stomach, until he was on his knees in front of me. He splayed his hands over my hips and pressed his nose against my mound.
“Oh god,” I mumbled and slammed my hands back against the door, using them as leverage to buck my hips forward.
