Tasting my daughter's best friend (1)

I've been divorced for as long as I can remember. I was burdened with the responsibility of raising Katie right from when she was five whilst trying to make ends meet altogether. But watching her now in her prime youth, I feel like I've accomplished something in life.

Katie was a fun kid, loves to hang out, try new stuffs, party and all that, but what I love the most about her is that he remembers to create time for her daddy. She was a really considerate kid if you ask me.

"Dad, my friends are coming over this Saturday"., She said in between her meal.

"Okay, that's fine". I replied. "Do I need to leave the house or…".

She laughed. "No daddy, it's cool, you can stay home if you'd like". She responded and I heaved a sigh of relief as I didn't really have any place in mind to be that Saturday.

I was quite the opposite of my daughter, with few friends and stuff like that.

Saturday seem to swoon in so quickly, and that was slowest but fun kept secret fun of my life.

****

Television just wasn't cutting it. I couldn't get her off of my mind.

I'd fallen right into the same routine I had every night. Beer and TV usually made me groggy quick, especially on a full stomach. One pull of a lever, and my aching feet were up and my hands were behind my head in the recliner. The same recliner where she had climbed into my lap without her panties and rode me like a stallion.

I rubbed my face and blinked hard. I couldn't even believe the predicament I'd found myself in. Glancing down at my watch, I rolled my eyes when I saw how late it was. Most nights I was out by nine. Work was enough to make sure of that everyday. Yet I had sat in that chair and thought of nothing but Sarah for hours. I kept seeing her tan face, her tight round ass in those gym shorts, and her lips wrapped around my....

I rocked forward in the recliner, flipping the footrest down. With the press of a button, the living room went black. I had to try to get some sleep. I stood and made my way for the stairs, trying my hardest to ignore the way my spent cock felt in my shorts. It throbbed when the image of her hazel eyes and her pierced tongue flashed in my head. For heaven's sake, my twenty year old daughter had been talking to me while her best friend had sucked me off behind the island in the kitchen.

I couldn't shake that thrill.

I hadn't felt that alive in so long. The whole episode was just dirty and hot. Just the thought of it was enough to make my heart skip a beat. Sarah was a poison that tasted so good. The incredible sensation of being with her trampled any guilt that surfaced.

Still, I couldn't think of Sarah without thinking of Katie. I knew if my daughter ever found out what had happened, she would be mortified. Technically, I wasn't doing anything wrong or illegal. Sarah was over eighteen after all, but she'd been friends with Katie forever, and it terrified me to betray my daughter's trust in such a way.

The stairs seemed harder to climb everyday. Usually I blamed that on age. As I made my way up to the second floor, I could feel every tiny ache in my knees. That night, the stairs beckoned to me but grew taller beneath my every step. I tried to ignore it, but my heart was fluttering. Sarah was upstairs in my daughter's room. She'd be sleeping in the room next to mine since her house caught on fire and she had no where else to go.

I made my way to the end of the hall toward my room, but I couldn't keep my eyes away from the closed door of Katie's bedroom. Taking a breath, I strode onward. Then I hesitated. I glanced at Julie's door again. From the crack at the bottom of the door, I saw a faint blue light. Katie's TV probably. The girls were no doubt settled in for the night.

A rush of excitement hit me in the chest. It occurred to me that I could open the door and check in on them. I imagined Sarah would be wearing her "barely there" night clothes. Maybe I could catch a glimpse of her.

I leaned close to the door. My hand was trembling as I wrestled with whether or not to turn the knob. Something stirred in my shorts. I wondered how Sarah would look at me. It was usually the same hazel stare that lingered just a second too long. Her eyes would flicker over my body. Then she would lock gazes with me, and without so much as a breath she would seduce me with the warm glow of her eyes and the twitch of a grin.

"Dad, why are you creeping on my room?" I turned quickly. The blood drained from my body when I saw Katie standing in the hallway. My daughter propped herself up with one arm on the bathroom doorframe while she brushed her teeth. I hadn't even seen the light from the bathroom on my way up. The damn door must have been closed. I'd been so smothered in the thoughts of Sarah. Now Katie stared at me with a single eyebrow raised and a thin ring of toothpaste coating her lips.

"Oh, uh... there you are," I said as smoothly as possible. "I w-was about to check on you guys... make sure you were alright."

My entire body felt like it was overheating, and my insides churned.

Julie blinked at me. "We're not five, and we're not camping. We'll be fine, Dad."

I grinned and patted the air. "I-I know. I just... well uh... goodnight honey."

"Aw, no goodnight for me?"

I could have jumped through the wall when Sarah appeared suddenly in the open doorway beside me. A single look at her was all it took. Her straight chocolate hair fell over her shoulders, luscious and beautiful as ever. The tiny white tee that she wore might as well have been pantyhose, for I could see the dark circles and soft tips of her nipples through the thin fabric.

I blinked and glanced away. Katie watched me with a bored expression.

"Well," I said with a nod, "I was going to tell you both goodnight a second ago, but Katie just let me know that you are both big girls now. No more flashlight puppets, no more Evil Ghost."

Sarah's pretty face lit up. "Dang. I used to love Evil Ghost! Can't he tell us one scary story, Cat?"

I smiled when I saw Katie roll her eyes. She turned and stepped into the bathroom. I stood awkwardly in front of Sarah. I kept my eyes cast down, but that afforded me a glimpse at her long bronze legs. For the tiniest second I stole a glance at her waist and nearly shuddered when I saw her pink panties... or were they shorts? Either way, they had my dick swelling.

"Well, I would let you tuck me in, Mr. Harris," Sarah told me.

I cut my eyes over at her in warning, but Sarah was enjoying herself. She wore that same hint of a grin, and toyed with her tongue stud again. Those warm hazel eyes coated me like a fly in tree sap. I saw her pull at the hem of her T-shirt, which stretched the thin fabric tighter over her breasts. She knew what she was doing. My shaft was filling with blood fast.

"Yeah, you were the one that always had crazy ass nightmares, too," Katie said when she flipped off the light and emerged from the bathroom. "Remember the one about the glowing eyes at your window? Where that thing tapped the glass?"

Sarah shuddered. She shoved Katie playfully when she approached.

"Shut up!" Sarah snickered. "I hated that dream."

Sarah looked back and forth at Katie and I. She bit her lip and put on her best pouty face.

"Now I'm scared, Mr. Harris, can we sleep with you tonight?"

I knew it was a joke, but the hairs on my neck stood when I looked at my daughter to gauge her reaction.

"Um, that doesn't work so well anymore, Sarah." Katie laughed and ushered her lovely friend into her bedroom. "I'll protect you from the crazy window demons."

"But, what about flashlight puppets?"

"Go Sarah!" Katie said still laughing.

I smiled.

"Make good choices," I joked.

Katie narrowed her eyes at me playfully. "Goodnight, Dad."

When her door closed, I could hear the girls laughing within the room. I shook my head and sighed. Finally I was able to adjust my hard dick to a more comfortable position. I wondered if I would get any sleep at all.

****

I wasn't sure why but I blinked my eyes. The ceiling fan turned lazily. In the dark, everything was a blue haze. Wearily, I glanced toward my window. I wondered grimly if I would ever remember to buy some curtains that could block the street light a little better. I felt the twist of a sore muscle in my lower back. I distantly heard Katie's voice in my head telling me to buy a new fancy foam mattress. I rolled to my side and tried to get a bit more comfortable.

Someone was sitting in my bed.

Startled, I lurched forward. A soft hand pressed on my bare chest, pushing me back down onto the mattress flat on my back.

"Shh, shh, shh."

Before I could react, a face was lowering to mine. I could make out the drapes of rich brown hair. Lips brushed against mine. Hot heavy breath washed over my cheek. There was just enough light to see her hazel eyes staring back at me. Her voice was a whisper.

"You forgot to tuck me in."

I shuddered when her tongue slipped into my mouth and teased my own. I could feel the stud in her tongue, and it wasn't as hindering to her kiss as I might have thought. She breathed me in before taking another lick, coaxing me to kiss her. I lifted my head and she withdrew slightly. I saw the grin in her eyes. She was toying with me... or was this a dream?

I heard her moan softly, and I clenched the covers into my fists. She swept her brown hair around her neck and leaned her head down to one side. Her body was bent beside me like a recoiled snake. Those soft lips closed on the edge of mine. She pecked and nibbled at my lip, hinting at a kiss. When I turned to meet her, she barely pulled away again. I could see the naughty flash in her eyes. My cock was already straining against the sheets.

My arms wound around her and pulled her into me. Our lips crashed together. When they parted an instant later, we were tasting each other desperately. I wanted her so badly I could have crushed her. I firmly slid my hands up and down her back beneath the thin T-shirt. We could barely breathe. All I could hear was the sound of our lips and the rush of exhalation. I found her head, weaved my fingers into her silky hair, and pulled her deeper into the kiss.

She had found her way under the covers to straddle me. My mind melted away like butter on a hot skillet when I felt her seat her crotch against mine. Through my boxers, I could feel her mound crushing into my stiff cock. I stifled a moan. Her stiff nipples tickled my chest, even from behind her shirt.

Our lips parted and we stared at each other breathlessly. Sarah looked so alluring, even in the gloom of my bedroom. My eyes wandered over her smooth tan cheeks and her exposed neck. Her flesh looked so smooth and flawless. I fought the incredible urge to pull her down and devour her. The corner of her mouth twitched upward into that familiar naughty grin she had shown me so many times before.

"That's more like it, Mr. Harris," Sarah snickered quietly.

The fog began to clear away in my head. Everything had happened so fast. My body had reacted, but my mind was only beginning to stir. It was as if I had only suddenly realized that the woman on top of me was my daughter's best friend. Some part of me must have known, but my senses had been smothered in desire. I shot a nervous glance at the bedroom door. It wasn't even closed entirely!

"Sarah, you shouldn't be in here," I whispered.

Her smile grew. It seemed like her eyes were glazed with lust. I clutched her tightly and my mouth dropped open. Sarah had begun to grind her crotch against mine, slow and hard.

"You're not going to tell me to leave, are you?" Sarah murmured the words, her voice just above a whisper.

"S-Sarah!" I hissed. "Katie is right next... oh... mmmf... my daughter is in the other room!"

I could hardly concentrate enough to speak. My cock was bulging hard and Sarah rocked her crotch over it like she was trying to roll it into dough. The pressure was intense and incredible.

"She'll hear!" I hissed again.

"Oh please," Sarah said, rolling her eyes and grinning. "An earthquake wouldn't wake that girl up."

Sarah fell against me and dove for my neck. I sealed my lips to contain the groan behind them. She swirled her tongue from my collarbone to my ear, sucking and biting my flesh as she went. Her breasts were mashed against my chest. Her thighs seemed to split wider and cradle my cock even tighter. My legs stiffened as I suffered her embrace. Sarah was like a parasite in that moment, clutching me and sucking the life from my body.

Instead of draining me, Sarah was invigorating me, pumping me full of desire. All I could do was hold her closely. My hands found her tight round ass cheeks. My fingers wove into her panties, forcing them down over her ass while I squeezed at the soft flesh that filled my palms. When I did, Sarah clenched her cheeks and thrust into me in response. My eyes all but bulged. I tugged at her panties and let out a stuttering gasp. I heard her snicker when she lifted herself up.

Looking up at her, I marveled at her beauty but was ashamed of the lust I felt for her. I wasn't sure which emotion tipped the scales. Both guilt and desire seemed to feed and grow from one another.