Summer With My Dad's Best Friend

by Penny Wylder

  “I’ll take her back and get some ice on that ankle. You guys enjoy the day and maybe Jenny’s ankle will be okay enough to catch the dance tonight,” Ben says.

  I love the way he holds me in his arms as if I weigh nothing. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling safe and comfortable. Maybe rolling my ankle wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

  It takes a while for us to get to the cabin. He carries me as if I weigh nothing and I’m stunned by his strength. I feel so safe and protected in his arms. When we get back to the cabin, he takes me upstairs and lays me in my bed, sitting by my feet. He takes off my shoes and socks and touches my ankle.

  “Does this hurt?” he asks, gently prodding at my skin.

  “No, not really. Only when I put my weight on it.”

  He starts to massage my ankle, moving down to my feet and it feels amazing. I close my eyes and marvel at the feel of his strong hands against my bare skin. His hands start to move up my leg, rubbing my calves and moving even further up. I shiver as his fingers tickle my thighs.

  I spread my legs and smile at him.

  He hesitates. “Are you sure about this?” he says.

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

  My breathing quickens and my heart beats like a gong as he climbs on top of me, settling his weight between my legs. I like the heft of his weight on me, his hard-on pressing against me through his shorts. I push my hips up against it and he groans.

  He kisses me hard and deep, his tongue doing a desperate dance with mine. His hands pull at my shirt, eager to get it off.

  “Damn, you are beautiful,” he says. His fingers slide across the flat plain of my stomach. I can see the bump of my heart as it races. He leans over and kisses my stomach, driving me wild as his tongue leaves a trail across my skin and dips into my belly button. He doesn’t stop kissing my mid-section until he’s covered every inch. There doesn’t seem to be any hurry as he explores my body. No one will be home for hours. We have plenty of time to discover each other and I’m eager to start exploring his body as well.

  He takes off my bra off next and admires my breasts. He pinches my hard nipples, sending electricity racing through me. My pussy aches with jealousy from all the attention I’m getting up top. It wants to be touched. Wetness soaks through my panties and shorts, leaving the fabric dark in the center. Ben notices and bites his bottom lip.

  “Someone’s excited,” he says teasingly

  I know I’m blushing a thousand shades of red. I can feel the heat in my cheeks. The way he stares at me makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. Like no one else exists but the two of us. I want him so badly I can hardly keep myself contained. I want to rip his clothes off and climb on top of him, riding him like a mechanical bull at a carnival.

  He puts his warm lips around my nipple and starts to suck. I can feel it in every part of my body. When his teeth touch it and he gives it a gentle bite, my clit tingles.

  I moan and grind harder against him. When he pinches the nipple of my other breast, I cry out. How does that feel so good? I touch my breasts all the time when I masturbate, and it’s nothing like the effect he has on me. Not even close. It’s as if I’ve been doing it wrong this whole time.

  He reaches down and pulls off my shorts and panties in one practiced motion, leaving me completely naked and spread out on my bed. He sits back and the dreamy look in his eyes is almost more than I can handle.

  “Look at that perfect little pussy,” he says in a gruff voice and touches the top of it like it’s something to be cherished, a precious jewel. I shiver with anticipation as he lowers her head. His tongue reaches out and finds my clit, tracing delicate circles around it.

  “Oh God,” I say, barely able to breathe. Everything in my body feels amplified, like someone turned up the volume on all of my senses. What is happening right now? I’ve heard foreplay could be fun, but this … this goes beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. If this is only foreplay, then I can only imagine what sex must be like. I’m more than eager to find out.

  While Ben’s tongue works its magic, he slides a finger inside of me. I’m so wet that it glides right in. He puts a second one in and stops. He raises his head and gives me a curious look.

  I want to cry out for him not to stop, but the concern on his face gives me pause.

  “Are you a virgin?” he asks.

  He starts to pull his fingers out, but I grab his hand and keep him inside of me. “Yes, but I want you. There’s no one else I would rather lose my virginity to. Please don’t stop.”

  His mouth goes slack and I can tell he’s surprised.

  “I just assumed you weren’t. You’ve had boyfriends, right? I’ve heard the girls talk about all the attention you get from guys.”

  “I get plenty of attention, but I’ve never wanted any of them the way that I want you.”

  My words seem to trigger something in him, and his eyes fill with lust.

  He starts to fuck me with his fingers and the feeling is spectacular. He’s able to touch me in a way that I’ve never felt before even though I’ve explored plenty with my own fingers. He knows exactly where to find the mysterious detonator hidden inside of me to make me explode. I’m writhing against his hand.

  “That’s it baby, come for me,” he says, coaxing and soothing. His words turn me on even more. I’m almost there, but not quite. Then he hooks his fingers in a way that makes my head and body explode at the same time. I’m crying out and seeing stars.

  “Holy shit!” I yell as my body erupts.

  When he pulls his hand away, the bed sheets around me are soaked. I look at him, amazed.

  “Wow, that was incredible.”

  He kisses me deeply, then looks into my eyes and says. “I’m not even close to being finished with you yet. If you thought that was incredible, just wait. I’m going to make sure your first time is perfect.”

  “It’s already perfect just being with you.”

  He wipes my hair from my eyes. His hands smell like me and I like that on him. Like marking my territory in a way. I don’t want anyone else to have him but me.

  I start taking off his clothes and he helps me by stripping off his shoes and socks. When he’s fully naked and I see my first full glimpse of his big, beautiful cock, my mouth falls open and no words come out. I’d caught a glimpse of it that day in the bathroom, but it’s so much different when it’s right here in front of my face in all its glory.

  I take him in my hands and start to stroke him slowly the way I did this morning under the covers. Only this time I have more confidence. When he closes his eyes and moans, I know I’m doing something right again. This time I want to go further. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.

  I kiss his neck and slowly make my way down his chest, licking both his nipples. He combs my hair back with his fingers to watch me as my mouth closes around the head of the cock. I’ve watched a few pornos so I know the gist of what I’m supposed to do, but it doesn’t make it any less intimidating. He’s so big I can barely get my mouth around it, but somehow, I manage.

  Swirling my tongue around the head, I start to slide him down my throat. It chokes me and I start to gag.

  “Relax your throat,” he says, running his fingers down the side of my neck in a reassuring way. I do what he says. “Now breathe through your nose.”

  I do that too. I didn’t think I’d be able to breathe with him in my throat, but I can and so it makes it so much easier to swallow him. My throat gets used to his size and the gagging stops. I’m enjoying the feeling of him filling my mouth and the coating of pre-cum that slides down my throat.

  He holds onto the sides of my head and starts to gently fuck my face, rocking his hips back and forth, easing in and out of my mouth.

  He pulls out and I take in a deep breath.

  “Why’d you stop?” I ask, missing the feeling of him.

  “Your mouth feels so good I was about to come. I’m not ready for that yet. There
’s still plenty more I want to do to you first.”

  He flips me over so that I’m on my hands and knees. He presses my head down onto the pillow so my ass is up in the air. I’m a little embarrassed to be in this position, but I trust him. He touches my ass and gives is a quick slap. I startle, but then he soothes the skin by rubbing it and kissing it and I like the way that feels.

  “You have an incredible body Jenny,” he says.

  He spreads my pussy lips open and his warm tongue slides into the wet folds. I gasp and there’s no longer embarrassment or intimidation, or anything other than pure pleasure radiating through me.

  “Oh my God,” I say when he starts adding fingers. He’s sucking on my clit and swirling his tongue around it, taking the breath right out of me. He keeps at it until my body is trembling and I burst into another orgasm that leaves my legs shaking.

  He doesn’t wait for me to come down from this high. Instead, he holds me by the hips and positions himself behind me. I moan as the head of his cock eases into me. Inch by perfect inch he enters me. It’s uncomfortable at first, and pushing past my hymen is nearly painful, but it only lasts a second. When he’s fully inside of me, I grind up against him, loving the full feeling.

  “That feels so good,” I say as he starts to move in and out of me. He fucks me gently for a long time. I’m so wet our bodies make squelching sounds.

  “Your pussy is so tight and warm. I never want to leave it,” he says.

  I don’t want him to either, and then he does. Just long enough to flip me over onto my back. He lifts my legs and props them on his shoulders, practically folding me in half before entering me again. This time he’s so deep it almost hurts. But I like this kind of pain. He rubs my clit, and starts to move faster, slamming our bodies together. Each time his body hits up against mine, it rubs against my clit and before I know it, I’m having yet another orgasm.

  I’ve heard of girls having multiple orgasms before, but I didn’t think I was going to be one to have them. Tulip always says multiple orgasms are just a myth, but clearly she was wrong.

  He lifts me off the bed and somehow still manages to stay inside of me, still with my legs over his shoulder. He carries me over to the wall and presses me up against it, using his weight to hold me up while he fucks me like we’re porn stars.

  Again and again he twists me into new positions, and each time it stimulates either my clit or g-spot in some new way that causes more orgasms and more new sensations. After a while I lose count. Or maybe it’s all just one long orgasm that I haven’t come down from. It’s all so new to me and thrilling. If I knew sex could be this way, I would’ve started a long time ago. But I have a feeling the only way sex can feel this way is with Ben.

  I’ve come so many times I’ve lost count and yet he still hasn’t. I want him to though. I want him to feel as good as I feel.

  “Wait,” I tell him.

  He stops moving and looks at me with concern. “Did I hurt you?” he asks.

  “Not even close. You’ve made me feel incredible, actually.”

  I push him down onto the bed. His smile practically knocks me over. I climb onto of him, staring into his eyes the entire time as I lower my pussy onto his raging cock, letting it sink deep into the swollen depths.

  I ride him slowly and deeply. Everything about this moment is so perfect. He starts to make sounds. Sounds that he wasn’t making before. Deep, guttural, animalistic sounds. The faster I ride him, the more urgent the sounds become. He continues to look into my eyes the entire time and I see a war of emotions playing out in them: lust, pleasure, maybe even a little fear, and is that … love?

  He grabs my hips and starts pushing deeper into me. He lets out a loud groan and comes at the same time that I do. Our juices spill out of me and onto his lap, making an even bigger mess than before.

  I collapse onto his chest, out of breath and feeling amazing. My body is spent. I don’t have an ounce of energy left in me. We’re both sweaty and sticky, but I don’t care. I love the feeling of our chests pressed together. He rubs my back and kisses the side of my cheek.

  “How was that for a first time?” he asks.

  I laugh. “I think anything we do after this is going to have to be epic if you want to beat that.”

  “So it was good enough to want a second time?”

  I sit up so I can look into his eyes. He rubs the side of my face with the back of his hand. “It was so good I want a second, third, fourth, fifth …”

  I keep counting until he laughs and spanks me on the ass.

  He looks at me, all the humor gone. He’s looking at me with those eyes again, the ones that look mysteriously like love. “Being with you has been one of the most incredible experiences of my life. No one’s ever made me feel the way you do,” he says.

  “I feel the same way,” I tell him.

  I’m feeling suddenly emotional, but I don’t know why. I’m just so happy. I always thought the term “making love” was so cheesy and old school, but now it all makes sense. When Ben and I came together, it wasn’t just sex. We made love.

  Ben leaves to run on a mysterious mission. While he’s gone, I lay in a beam of sunlight coming through the cabin window and bask in the glow of the most incredible sensations I’ve ever felt. I’ve always heard girls talk about their first times as if it were something they’d been anticipating their whole lives but were ultimately disappointed. If everyone’s first time was the same as mine, no one would stay a virgin. I’m so glad I didn’t waste my time losing my virginity to some random young guy in town. I would probably be disappointed and think of sex as something more of a chore than something to look forward to. But with Ben it was more than just a physical feeling I enjoyed. It was emotional and magical. It was everything I could’ve hoped for and more. I really think I’m falling for him. And I have a feeling he’s falling for me too. I’ve had guys look at me with lust before. It’s different with Ben.

  I get dressed, afraid someone other than Ben will come home early and see me laying naked in a bed with the sheets tossed and the pillows thrown across the room. Clearly more than a nap took place here. I hurry to make the bed and hide all evidence of our encounter.

  I hear the door downstairs open and close, and footsteps coming up the stairs. My heart gives a little flutter when Ben walks in. I wonder if my body will always react that way when seeing him.

  He has a grocery bag and pulls out a tub of Rocky Road ice cream and two spoons. Sitting on the side of the bed next to me, he hands me a spoon and opens the lid to the tub.

  “You remembered Rocky Road is my favorite,” I say.

  He smiles. “I remember everything about you.”

  He always knows the right things to say to me to make me feel special. But there’s something in the way he watches me take a spoon full of ice cream that makes me think that he has more to say but is hesitating.

  “What is it?” I ask, afraid that he’s feeling regret over what we did.

  “Is that really what you wanted?” he asks. I know he’s not talking about the ice cream.

  I stare at him as if he’s lost his mind. “Are you kidding me?” I say, and playfully swipe his nose with a dollop of chocolate ice cream. “That was better than I could’ve imagined. Amazing sex and then Rocky Road after? There’s only one thing that would make it absolutely perfect.”

  He takes his spoon and dips it into the ice cream and I’m relieved to see him looking more comfortable now that he knows I don’t regret anything. “What’s that?”

  “If this day will never end.”

  He takes a spoon full of ice cream and feeds it to me. “We’ll have plenty more days like this.

  My heart leaps at the promise that there will be more amazing experiences with Ben.

  That night, after everyone gets home from their hike, they change clothes and head into town. There’s a big dance at the lodge and Tulip and Annie are anticipating all the cute guys in town on vacation will be there. They beg me to go, but I point t
o my ankle and tell them my dancing days are on hold for now. They eventually relent.

  Everyone leaves. But Ben stays. My heart lifts because I was hoping he would stay. When everyone’s gone he asks, “How’s the ankle?”

  “Good as new.” I put all my weight on it and spin around to show him.

  He smiles in a conspiratorial way because he knew I lied to my friends and family just so I could spend more time alone with him.

  “There’s more ice cream in the freezer if you’re interested,” he says.

  “That sounds good to me. We could eat it together under the stars.”

  He smiles and wraps me in a hug. I love the feeling of being engulfed in his strong arms.

  We grab the ice cream and spoons and head out to the dock. The moon is barely a sliver in the sky, so it’s mostly dark out. The stars are brilliant and fill the sky as far as the eye can see. Without the city lights to dim them, it seems there are more stars than ever before. Frogs croak a funny song, answering to each other as if in conversation. Fireflies light up randomly around us. The night feels like a dream. Even more so now that I’m lying next to Ben on the dock. He holds my hand and it feels like the most natural thing in the world for us to be here together like this.

  Everything is so perfect right now. I wish it could stay this way forever, but I know it can’t. Especially not here at the lake since my parents plan to sell the cabin after the summer is over. My dad says it’s because we don’t use it as much as we used to, but I know he needs the money to pay for college. I suggested I attend a smaller school closer to home, but he rejected that option right away. I just wish I didn’t have to give up this beautiful place with so many fond memories in order to secure my future at a good school.

  “I’m going to miss this place,” I tell Ben.

  “We have all summer to be here. And more summers after that,” he says.

  “Didn’t my dad tell you? After this summer he’s putting the cabin on the market.”

  Ben sits up on his elbows and looks at me, seeming confused. “What are you talking about? He never said anything about it to me.”