Free Story – Hot for Her Friend’s Dad

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It was wrong, all wrong, for us to do it. But he was the hottest guy I’d ever met.

 

I suppose you could call it stolen love, like wives cheating on husbands, but this was different. I wasn’t ever supposed to lie next to Bert and feel his hands all over me, and his huge… well, you know… because he was my best friend’s father.

We’d moved to this new town, and I was 18 and ready for anything. But my dad was awful strict; like, if I wore a tight sweater he’d say, “Put on something else. You look like a whore.”

This was because I was pretty well-developed. And if I went out nights with boys, even to a basketball game or a movie, he’d be waiting up, looking like a cop or something.

My mom couldn’t do a thing but wring her hands, and beg me to “be careful.”

“What of?” I’d say, real innocent, as if I hadn’t made out with guys in cars or something.

So I never bothered to argue with either of them or anything like that. But when I left home each morning I would unbutton the top three buttons of my blouse, and I usually managed to sneak out without a bra. And I’d pretend I didn’t notice how the guys would stare at me. When they’d accidentally on purpose bump into me I’d look at them, kind of wide-eyed and smile, just a little, and then look down. I have quite big eyes, with long lashes I can flutter. You’d be surprised the way some of those dudes bulged up.

Lisa lived around the corner from me, and took it upon herself to show me around. She wasn’t so bad herself, the small, dark cute type, with lots of silky hair and a little pointed chin. She had two steady boyfriends, she told me, and I thought that was cool, but when I saw them I didn’t exactly feel envious. They were both the kind of gangly, pimply types, though I figured maybe the blond one would be fun, and I fluttered at him a little. He seemed to like me too, but then I thought I’d better keep on Lisa’s good side. She’d know others…

And did she ever! Ha—right at home! One afternoon she invited me home to listen to some tunes. “My dad will be here; I forgot,” she said after we’d climbed the dark stairs of the three-decker where she lived. “It’s his day off. Mom works from three to eleven, downtown.” She opened the door. “Come on in.”

The living room was sunny but pretty messy, with newspapers scattered over the floor, with the TV going. But I didn’t notice much. All I could see was the gorgeous hunk of man who got up from the sofa where he’d been lying. Lisa’s father.

I couldn’t believe it. My dad is sort of weather beaten, with gray hair, and he looks a hundred years old, but Bert didn’t seem more than 25. He was tall, with lots of dark, curly hair, brown eyes and white teeth. He had just a t-shirt on, and I could see the springy black hair on his chest.

“Dad, this is Melissa,” Lisa said. “She’s new here in town.”

“Hi,” he said, grinning, and kept on looking at me. And I couldn’t look anywhere else. I just stood there, and my eyes seemed to be inside his eyes.  And I could feel myself going all tingly, especially down between my legs. I saw his eyes finally flick to my breasts, and then the rest of me. He couldn’t seem to look away either.

Lisa had put her pocketbook on the corner table. “For chrissakes, Melissa,” she said. “Don’t stand there. Come on in the kitchen. I’m going to get some Cokes. Then we’ll go into my room and listen to that band I was telling you about. It’s awesome.”

I followed her but felt funny and a bit shaky. All I could think of was that sexy dad of hers. What did she say his name was, Bert? Right. The name kept pounding at me. Over and over. Bert. Bert. Bert.

That night in bed I couldn’t sleep. All I could think, all I could feel, was Bert.  What would it be like if he were with me? There in my bed? Close, close, close. With his gorgeous body, his hair, his… Oooh, I shivered all over and buried my face in my pillow, and felt myself tingling with a terrible hunger.

I knew I’d go back. Somehow I’d see him again.

The next day I bumped into Lisa. She said, “Hey Melissa. My dad thought you were cute. He said you were the cutest friend of mine he’s ever met.”

I felt as if I’d faint. Lisa stared at me. “Are you OK?”

“Sure,” I said. “Can you lend me the book you’re reading? I forgot mine.”

He worked in a smoke shop, Lisa had told me. And so that afternoon I just casually walked by, slow like, and looked in the window.

I could see him, so tall and so big. He was laughing with a customer, and his strong white teeth glistened.

I could feel my breasts tingling, and then all of me. And I couldn’t help it. I just stood there, looking. Then he glanced outside and laid eyes on me. He waved. And then I waved.

Lisa said she and her mom, who was off work, were going out that night. There was some kind of street fair going on, and she invited me to go along. But I said no, I had too much to do. And I knew just what I was going to do.

That evening, I found my way to Lisa’s place. It was as if I didn’t have to think. I climbed the stairs and every floorboard creaked, but all I could hear was my heart.

Number Three. Green door. I knocked. There were steps inside. It opened. He stood there, tall and gorgeous in his jeans and t-shirt, a bottle of beer in his hand.

“Why, hi!” he said. Oh, those wonderful teeth, gleaming, those hungry eyes welcoming me. “If it isn’t Melissa. Come on in.”

“I-I came to return Lisa’s book,” I stammered, and stepped inside.

He glanced at the book and closed the door. And then he took it, while looking at me. “Ah,” he said. “Why don’t you sit down? Everyone’s out. A fellow gets lonesome. Here, over here.”

He led me to the couch. The TV was on, bright and full of action, but I hardly saw it.

“Would you like a beer, Melissa?” His voice was low and tender. I shook my head, and he sat down next to me, and took a swallow himself. Then he set the bottle on the floor and put his arm across the back of the sofa, in an offhand sort of way.

“Like our town?” His voice was still gentle. His hand drooped over my shoulder, found my breast.

“Oh, yes.” I felt kind of giddy, different from the times I’d fooled around with guys on dates.

Slowly his arm came down until it was around me, and I nestled a little closer. His other hand went to my blouse, unbuttoned it. “My god,” he breathed. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Almost roughly he turned me to him, crushing me close. “You little witch,” he said. “You gorgeous little witch. You’ve got me so hot. See?” He took my hand and pressed it against his crotch, and it was all swollen and hard.

Then he got up and picked me up, and then carried me into the bedroom and almost threw me on the bed. The pink satin spread was smooth and cool. Then fast, fast, he took off my clothes. First my top; when he’d almost ripped it from my shoulders he reached down and took my left breast in his mouth. I writhed, it was so wonderful.

I felt his teeth, and it hurt a bit, but it was wonderful. I shut my eyes for a moment, and then I opened them and saw his face, all flushed.

“Good god,” he kept saying. Then he pulled off my jeans and my panties, and then his own things and I could see his great big dick. It was the biggest dick I’d ever seen and I wanted it, I wanted it bad—deep inside me. He was over me right away, and I gave a cry: “Please! Please! Now!!”

I thought I couldn’t stand the terrible hunger I had down there, hunger for her father’s hard flesh. He plunged in and I screamed. Not because it hurt, but because it was something so… so gorgeous. It was pain, but it was wonderfulness, too.

He went up and down, up and down, and the tears streamed from my eyes. Finally, he came and I came too, and it was like the whole world exploded. “Christ,” he said. “Sweet loving Jesus!” And he collapsed on top of me, panting. My arms were around him, my hands stroking his back, slippery now with sweat. His kisses were all over my face and neck. He even nibbled on my shoulder.

We lay there for some time. Then he rolled off and we were side by side, but his hands never left me. “Your skin is smooth,” he said. “A baby skin. And your titties are round, like melons, but just soft enough.” He stroked and stroked, and I put my hand down on his penis and stroked it, and I felt it getting big again, big and bigger and bigger. “My god!” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe it.”

I kept stroking and then I sat up and said, “Shall I?” And before he could say anything, I bent down and took that magnificent dick into my mouth … all of it. He let out a big moan and then came in my mouth. I sucked and sucked until it was all over, and then I looked up at him, and smiled. He said, “Melissa, where did you come from?”

And I just said, “From Iowa,” and he laughed. Then I saw the clock on the bedside table. “Omigod!” And he looked, too, and both of us scrambled into our clothes.

I got out of there just in time. It was dark on the street but I could see two figures turning the corner, and I knew Lisa and her mother were on the way.

I couldn’t sleep for a long time that night, because I couldn’t keep from thinking of Bert—how his chest was all springy with thick curly hair, and how he panted as he rammed in his dick, and how he groaned and groaned. I felt all tingly again.

The next day, of course, I ran into Lisa again and mentioned about the book, acting as if nothing had happened. But later on I couldn’t keep from sort of strolling by the Smoke Shop. There weren’t any customers just then, and Bert saw me. He beckoned, and I went in and he said, his gorgeous white teeth showing, “What can I do for you, miss?” And then he got real close.

I shut my eyes because I felt faint, and he took my hand and started leading me. And I looked and then he said, “Here. In the back room. I’ll hear the bell if anyone comes in.” In the back room there was a desk and a chair and a little cot, and he almost threw me down on the cot. “Jeez, what a hot number you are!” he said, and he had my jeans dragged down before I could say or do anything. I arched my body toward him, toward that big, beautiful cock.

When finally, I was on my way, he said, “Be careful about coming here. Don’t let anyone find out.”

That scared me a little, and I was really very careful. I’d never go when there was anyone around, or anything. But I managed.