Loading...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 nineteen 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 Julie. 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 Julie 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.
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 Julie’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. Julie’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 Julie 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 Julie 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. Julie watched me with a bored expression.
“Well,” I said with a nod, “I was going to tell you both goodnight a second ago, but Julie 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, Jules?”
I smiled when I saw Julie 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,” Julie 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 Julie playfully when she approached.
“Shut up!” Sarah snickered. “I hated that dream.”
Sarah looked back and forth at Julie 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.” Julie 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!” Julie said still laughing.
I smiled.
“Make good choices,” I joked.
Julie 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 Julie’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. “Julie 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.
“Sarah, honey… this isn’t… this isn’t such a good idea,” I said as calmly as possible. “Maybe… a-another time?”
Sarah flipped her hair around her head and studied me. She looked amused.
“Uh-huh. We’ve been over that,” She said.
I watched her middle finger slip into the low neckline of her T-shirt. She pulled down, stretching the thin material to expose a single breast. I blew out a long breath. My cock strained against Sarah below. I was frozen still as she lowered herself over me. Her big tit came right toward my face.
Flesh mashed against my open mouth. Every conscious thought scurried from my brain. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and flicked the tip with my tongue. I couldn’t get enough. Every ample inch had to be tasted. Craning my head, I lapped and bit at the underside of her breast. Sarah cradled my head close and smothered me with her chest.
“Oh… that feels good….” she breathed.
Hearing her voice sent my cock into fits of throbbing. It also grounded me in reality. I eased her away as gently as possible.
“We can’t… I just….” I breathlessly searched for the words. “We can’t keep doing this.”
Sarah gave me another skeptical look.
“That’s not what I feel down… here.”
She rolled her hips forward, giving my dick a good stroke through our thin clothing. My head slammed back against the pillow from the sensation. Sarah grabbed her exposed breast, groped it, and rolled her nipple between her fingers. Her eyes bored straight through me. I clutched her tight ass and jerked at her panties, holding on for dear life.
“Maybe you need a taste, Mr. Harris,” Sarah teased.
I lay stunned while Sarah crawled up my body. She dug one knee into the pillows beside my head. I found myself gazing up between her tan thighs, across her stomach, and to the underside of her breasts. Sarah peered down at me smiling. I could feel my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. She hooked her second leg behind my arm. The heat from her inner thighs coated my face. My eyes were inches from the outline of her sex in her panties.
Sarah reached down and tugged the pink fabric to the side. They stretched to rest easily beside the swollen mound of her pussy. She slid a finger between her pursed lips. After a few slow strokes, the finger was tracing my mouth, coating my lips with her juices.
When she squatted lower, my hands flew up to her thighs and pulled her crotch into my face. My eyes rolled when her pussy slid over my mouth as fluidly as warm bathwater. I allowed her lips to glide over the flat of my tongue. She tasted of sweet lotion and dirty sex. Fingers clutched my hair, tugging my head into her pussy. Sarah slowly rode my face. Every chance I got, I tried to probe her with my tongue, or lick at the hood hiding her clit. Yet Sarah didn’t seem interested in any oral procedure. The young woman merely rubbed herself over my mouth, my nose, and my cheeks.
It was getting hard to breath. I lapped at her wet pussy as best I could, sucking in air through my nose when it wasn’t smothered in her hole. Her ass cheeks felt incredible. I molded them in my hand, pulled the flesh up toward her back and felt the cheeks bounce back from my grip when I released. I tried to turn my head to bite at her thighs. Still her moist lips slid over my cheek.
I was lost. I gave myself over to my every desire. How long had it been since I’d had such an intoxicating sexual fling? It felt too good to deny. Everything became just a rush of lust, emotion, and impulse. Her dirty sweet smell and taste was all over me. I loved it. My boxers were stretched tight by my standing erection. It pulsed with energy begging to be freed.
Sarah climbed off of me at last and I followed her, sitting up in the bed. My chest heaved. A ravenous craving had infected my senses. I cradled Sarah into my lap. She was watching me intently. That damn little grin was on her face. I frantically worked my cock out of my boxers. My swollen tip prodded her inner thigh beside her pussy and we both gasped.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered absently.
Sarah giggled. “You look really worked up, Mr. Harris. I like you this way.”
I ignored her taunting and took the base of my cock in my fingers. Her warm lips touched my tip and before I realized it, my dick had jabbed its way into her hole.
Sarah’s head fell back and a short loud moan escaped from her lips. My hand shot up to cover her mouth. I had to bite my lips to keep myself from crying out. Her pussy slid completely over my bulging shaft. I had to fight the urge to moan with every velvety inch of her moist hole. It was as if a warm, wet, static charge had enveloped my cock. She shifted, spreading her thighs and nestling deeper into my lap. Sarah flung her arm around my neck and pulled me in tight.
Then she was fucking me. It happened so fast. Her ass bucked into me, driving my cock deep into her. Our breathing was deafening. I cast a wary glance at my open door, but my view was soon blocked by a large breast. She held my cheek to her chest while she rode me. I couldn’t get close enough to her. Her shirt felt hot and somehow restricting. I reached around her, grabbed the hem, and tore it over her head.
Sarah stifled her giggle into a hissing smile. She tugged my head to her chest. My hips thrust upward hard while I kissed and sucked between her tits. I was losing all restraint. I felt the temptation to smack her tight ass, to pull her hair, to moan and yell and scream. I was trapped beneath her, and the restriction of my movements was infuriating. I couldn’t take it. I wanted more.
In an instant we were whirling on the bed. I swung her around and we crashed together on the mattress. I grimaced when the old bed creaked for a second. It mattered little. I had her where I wanted her. I pushed myself up on my arms and gazed down at Sarah. Her brown hair fanned out around her head. Her hazel eyes twinkled up at me. Her little half smiled coaxed me onward.
“Bout time you take charge,” Sarah hissed with a sexy wink. “C’mon Dave, fucking give it to me, I can take it.”
I was taken back that she had said my name. It seemed so improper coming from her. Odd as it was, my name had poured from her lips like wine, and I was drunk from the taste of it.
My hips flew into motion, driving my dick into Sarah like a piston. Soon there was an intense burn of friction on the side of my shaft. Her panties, I realized. I didn’t care. The discomfort was nothing compared to the orgasmic sensation of her warm and wet pussy. My eyes were drawn to the twirling of her luscious tits. My hand shot over to catch one of them in motion, and I squeezed her nipple until she bit down on her bottom lip. She gazed up at me with her naughty have smile. It was clear that she was having the time of her life being drilled by her best friend’s father.
I hooked one of her legs and bent her thigh toward her bouncing breasts. The girl’s flexibility was incredible. The sight of Sarah with her legs spread wide, her underwear pulled aside, and her sexy smiling face made me ravenous. I slammed my hips into her, and immediately I knew I had gone too deep.
Sarah let out a loud yelp. Her brow furrowed and her eyes rolled. I clapped my hand over her mouth. My head snapped around toward the door. I was frozen in place with my cock buried to the balls in Sarah’s sopping wet pussy. I held my heavy breath and listened. My eyes were trained on the door in the dim hallway.
Sarah was rolling her body beneath me, curling her hips up against my cock and swirling me inside her hole. When I glanced down, I felt and saw her tongue slide between my fingers. I drew my hand away and bit my fist. A scream was ready to burst from my throat.
I pulled back and drove into her again. Sarah’s nails raked my back. Her eyes lit up in what could only have been exhilaration.
“God, right like that!” She hissed.
I slammed into her with slow calculated thrusts. Sarah pulled at her hair, shook her head, and barely kept from crying out in pleasure. I was relentless, but she seemed to love it. It was so surreal. My cock felt like a metal rod. I was beginning to feel the first stings of a swelling orgasm.
Sarah’s took me by surprise. I felt her tensing, and before I knew it she was clenching, grinding, and squirming under me. Her lips burst open in another uncontrollable moan. I fell toward her and covered her mouth. Her hands clawed at me. Her thighs would squeeze shut, then open as she pressed her pussy upward, swallowing my cock deep.
The energy seeped from her body. Her breath gushed from her nostrils over my knuckles. With a nervous look toward my open door, I took my hand away to let her breathe fully. I studied her. Sarah looked so relaxed, so beautifully satisfied. I couldn’t believe I had made her cum. I’d nearly forgotten what it felt like.
“That… was… amazing,” she whispered between breaths.
I licked my lips. There was a dull ache in my balls. I was about to continue thrusting when I felt Sarah pressing me away gently. When I climbed off of her, my stiff cock slid from her saturated pussy and bobbed free. I stood, my chest heaving and covered in sweat, beside the bed. Sarah sat up on the edge of the bed. She jerked my boxers to the floor and grinned up at me.
I jerked when she stroked my throbbing slimy dick in her fist.
“I want you to bend me over, Dave.”
I watched her plant a wet kiss on my engorged tip.
“I want you to bruise my fucking ass.”
I ground my teeth together when her tongue stud flicked under my shaft. Her deep hazel eyes twinkled up at me. She laid my cock on her cheek while she swirled her tongue against my balls.
“And I want you to cum on my ass. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
All I could do was nod. Sarah released my cock and spun around on the bed. She bent low on her knees, placed her cheek to the mattress, arched her back, and stuck her ass high in the air. For several seconds, I was petrified. I stared in awe at her the round mounds of ass cheeks. I traced the lines of her pink panties that hugged her flesh tightly. A familiar sense of guilt and caution surfaced within me. It was drowned by the venomous lust that pumped in my veins.
I stepped behind Sarah’s ass. Turning, I looked toward the hall. All was silent but for my heavy breath. Looking back at Sarah, I couldn’t believe what was happening. I reached up, grabbed her panties, and peeled them down to her thighs. They stretched thin from her spread legs. My cock was jumping as I neared the heat of the crack of Sarah’s tight ass. I saw her open lips and the tiny starburst of her asshole.
It took the smallest push and my swollen head eased into Sarah’s pussy. I felt her back herself onto my cock. When her ass cheeks pressed into my waist, it felt like my dick was in her stomach. Sarah felt it, for I heard the slow gasp of air escape her lips. I throbbed inside of her and I saw her fingers digging into my bedsheets.
Sarah started before I did. With a twist of her back, her ass cheeks popped up and down. I sucked in a breath and tried to keep my balance. Watching the snap and crash of her cheeks was enough to revive the burn of my orgasm. My hands shot up to her ass and clutched the soft flesh tightly. Then, I joined Sarah’s motions.
Squatting slightly, I rammed myself into her. Sarah turned her face down into the bed. I could hear how loud the smack of our flesh was, over and over. I just didn’t care anymore. It was too hot. My hips slammed her thighs and each time, I felt my balls brush the taught fabric of her panties. My cock plunged deep into her pussy. Her ass cheeks jiggled with my every violent thrust.
It was the sound that did it. I heard Sarah moaning loudly into the bed, her cries muffled by the mattress. Yet her ass still popped up and down, meeting my thrusts with a thunderous clap. My legs were getting weak just watching it all. I felt the hot pressure building in my shaft. I blinked as my vision blurred.
My only remaining senses came to me and I pulled my cock from Sarah’s pussy a single motion. Right as I did, I saw my purple tip erupt. A ribbon of cum landed on her left ass cheek. I squeezed my shaft between my thumb and finger, pulling it from base to tip. My knees locked and my breath became a stutter. After several squirts, Sarah had my cum running down between her ass cheeks. She gave her ass a shake. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
All energy had escaped me. My spent cock throbbed weakly, dangling limp between my thighs. I was staring down at Sarah’s bent form, at the peaks of her round ass flecked with drops of cum… my cum. That was Sarah, Julie’s friend. That was the girl I had fantasized about so many times. I was overwhelmed, but I couldn’t decide whether it was from satisfaction or shame.
Then, she was on her knees on the bed in front of me. Sarah looked exhausted, but still incredibly hot. Her brown hair clung to her forehead and cheeks. Her eyelids drooped over caramel candy irises. When she placed her arms around my neck, her breasts lifted and wobbled before pressing against my chest.
Sarah placed a gentle kiss on my lips. For a second I stood rigid, almost flinching from her touch. Eventually, my arms snaked around her small waist and pulled her close. When our lips parted, Sarah studied me with our faces only inches apart. Something in her eyes made my cares and worries fall away. Something about her touch made my every muscle feel alive and whole again. Gone were the aches in my knees, and I felt a different kind of heartburn. With such a delicate creature in my arms, I felt like the beast I had been in my youth, full of raw energy.
“You’re pretty incredible, Mr. Harris.”
I scoffed. “Me? I think I’m the lucky one here.”
Her smile turned my legs to noodles. “That’s sweet.”
Something in her face changed then. It was so unsettling that my breath hung in my throat. The light seemed to escape the room.
“I… I know you probably think I’m a whore,” Sarah whispered.
“N-no, Sarah–”
“I know I probably shouldn’t have put you through all of this….”
“Sarah… it’s, it’s fine, I should have–”
“….But I haven’t stopped thinking about you lately.”
I blinked. Had I heard her right?
Sarah bit her lip. “It used to be like… a tiny crush. Just a silly fantasy. You always seemed so lonely, too. Now I want you all the time. I keep dreaming up these reasons to come over here with Julie….”
Sarah’s eyes fell to the floor. I was speechless. It felt like some kind of trick. It had to be. There was no way this sexy young woman was falling for a man past his prime with salt and pepper hair.
She shook her head. “I’m sorry, Mr. Harris.”
I still had trouble deciding if Sarah using my first name or last name was better or worse. I was distantly thinking about it and all she had just told me as she found her shirt and started to clean herself off.
“W-wait,” I whispered, as loud as I dared. “You wanted to see me? To… to do what we’ve been doing because–”
“Kinda dumb, right?”
“What? No, no, it’s not,” I said reaching for her. “It’s just really hard to believe. I mean, I thought I was the one getting the lucky end here.”
Sarah grinned. “You were.”
I watched her climb from the bed to stand near me.
“And I was, too.”
Sarah placed a single palm on my chest. I saw her lip tremble before her tongue stud snuck out to roll across it. Even this absentminded little habit of hers made my heart swell. Her mouth opened as if to speak.
“I… I think I’m in….”
I saw her flush with color as she trailed off. She blinked and looked up into my eyes. Uncertainty and excitement collided inside of me, twisting in my chest like battling hawks in an empty sky. I knew the words she had almost said.
“Sarah?”
“I should be going,” she whispered with a reassuring nod.
Sarah turned and headed for the open door. She held both hands over her topless body.
“Sarah!” I hissed. I knew I had to stop her but I didn’t have a clue what to say. “Sarah!”
She pulled the door to behind her, but smiled to me. “Goodnight, Mr. Harris.”
When I was alone, I must have stood for half an hour naked and confused, with a dripping cock and a gaping jaw. I should have said something. I was in such shock and awe that my brain was scrambled. The words still hadn’t even formed in my head. What was I supposed to say? What was the answer?
****
Julie was sitting at the table when I slipped into the kitchen wearily. She didn’t look up from her phone that she swiped or the egg white omelet she was slicing with a fork. Alarms of panic were ringing in my head, but I held myself together. I had to act normal. I wasn’t even sure what that was anymore.
“Morning dad,” Julie said. “Made you some eggs.”
“Runny yolks?” I asked.
She made a face at me.
I smiled. “I know, you got it covered.”
I went about fixing myself a plate of toast and eggs. My body felt warm and vulnerable. I could still see and hear my thighs colliding with Sarah’s ass. My daughter had to have heard that. A sweet familiar aroma filled my nose.
“Coffee too, huh?”
Julie glanced at me. “Yeah I actually made that for me. Didn’t sleep too well last night.”
I nearly spilled the coffee as it poured into my cup. A shiver stood my hairs on end and crawled down my spine on spidery legs.
“Do you have a class this morning?” I asked, changing the subject.
My daughter shook her head and yawned. “No, but I go into work in a little while. That new girl didn’t show back up so Bobby called me in.”
“Oh.”
I set my plate on the island and mopped up some yolk on a piece of toast.
“I’m borrowing your car today, remember?” She added.
“Yeah, that’s fine honey. I’ll take the truck to work.”
Julie rubbed her eyes groggily. “Crap, man, I’m really dragging this morning.”
I didn’t look at her. “I can’t tell. Breakfast made and Facebook status already? You seem right on time.”
“The gym really did me in. I would have thought I’d be out when I hit the sheets.”
I decided not to obviously avoid the topic and possibly arouse suspicion. “Bad dreams then? Or was Sarah hogging the bed?”
She shook her head. “No. I think it was mostly the sound of you guys fucking.”
The next swallow of egg went down hard. A jolt of shock hit me, but I tried not to show it. Calmly, I chuckled and took a bite of toast. Julie was staring at me intently.
“That must have really been a bad dream then,” I added.
Julie studied me. “Guess I must having been dreaming when she came in sweaty and half naked in the middle of the night. Or when I woke up this morning and saw her wearing one of my shirts because hers was on the floor all filthy.”
I couldn’t look her in the eye. My mind reeled as I searched for another excuse or diversion of truth. The hesitation was answer enough. I stuttered once, but under my daughter’s steel gaze, the words fluttered away like moths. Julie silently sipped her coffee but still her eyes were fixed on me.
“I don’t know w-what to say,” I muttered. I stared down at the eggs on my plate. “Julie I’m… I’m so sorry, I… we just–”
“Dad,” she said holding up a hand. Her eyes were closed and a small grin– or a grimace– formed on her face. “Relax, I’m not gonna ground you or anything. You just don’t have to lie to me.”
I was petrified as Julie stood and made her way to the sink with her dishes. The suspense was about to crush me. I had to say something.
“Julie it’s not what you think,” I managed to say. “She… I mean we both just….”
I heard her snicker and I turned to face my daughter. She was leaning on the counter beside the sink.
“It’s not a big deal, Dad, and I’d rather not hear details.”
I stared at her dumbfounded. “You’re… not upset?”
“Well yeah, of course I was, to begin with. I mean you and Sarah? That’s weird as hell. And I was pretty pissed at Sarah when she told me.”
“What?” I nearly shouted the word. “She told you about it?”
“Uh-huh,” Julie replied. “But I’ve had a lot of time to come to grips with it.”
I shook my head in confusion. Julie raised her eyebrows.
“Sarah’s never said anything?” Julie sighed. “She showed up at Tamara’s party a while back and got like, pretty… wasted. She was a mess. She wouldn’t talk to me much, but she was crying and blabbering to Tamara about you. When she finally did talk to me, she apologized like a million times. I wanted to choke her to death.”
I remembered the day when Sarah and I had first had sex. It had happened so quickly and seemed like one blurred exciting rush. I also remembered how stern I had been with her afterward.
“W-why was she crying?” I asked uneasily.
“Because you were an asshole to her,” Julie said bluntly. “Because she was drunk. Because she was terrified of what I would do or say. And because she told us she was in love with you.”
Hearing that was like a splash of freezing cold water to the face.
“What?”
Julie sighed. “I… was pretty pissed. I could have killed the bitch. I even thought about moving to the dorm or something. But I couldn’t get her out of my head, the way she had cried that night, and the way she had talked about you. She was a wreck. No one heard from Sarah for like, three days. I went to see her and she… kinda laid it all out for me.”
I could only stare at my daughter. Julie hesitated, picking at her nails and blinking rapidly.
“Sarah isn’t even the same Sarah anymore, Dad,” Julie told me. “She doesn’t party as much, she doesn’t hang out with guys anymore, she doesn’t even talk as much like she used to. Now when I see her staring off all the time, I know who she’s thinking about.
“That made me really think, too. About you… about how you’ve done everything for me for so long, without any help. I could’ve stayed mad at you, but I just don’t think that would have been fair. Dad, you… you haven’t been with anyone in almost fifteen years.”
Julie chuckled nervously and made a face. “It’s really, really weird that now it’s Sarah, but… it’s kinda sweet in a way. Like a talk show kind of sweet, but still sweet.”
I couldn’t hold back my laughter. I’d never felt so awkward in my entire life. My head was still spinning from what my daughter was telling me. Each piece of the puzzle had come together to form a completely different picture than I had ever assumed.
“Dad, Sarah’s in love with you.”
I looked up at my daughter. “I… that’s insane. I don’t know what to do, Julie.”
Julie shrugged. “That’s up to you guys, not me.”
I grinned and shook my head. “I can’t believe you’re handling it this way. Whose child are you? What country are you from?”
“I’m my father’s daughter,” Julie said with a smile. She came close and placed a kiss on my cheek. My heart couldn’t find a pace to hold itself together.
Julie’s lips tightened and her brows wrinkled. “Um, you guys are not allowed to have sex when I’m home ever again. I gotta get ready for work.”
I watched Julie walk away and the embarrassed smile on my face spilled forth laughter.
****
“Home by ten, Dad!”
I shook my head and laughed as I shut the car door.
“You don’t get to lecture me, kiddo,” I said into the phone. “I let you slide way too many times.”
“Well I got my wild side from somewhere,” Julie retorted. “Oh and don’t let her have dessert. We’re supposed to be dieting together.”
I rounded the car and passed my keys to the valet. “She’ll get whatever she wants tonight, honey.”
“Ew! That means too many things, Dad!”
I laughed. “Sicko.”
“I gotta go, old man,” Julie said giggling. “You guys have fun. Love you!”
“Love you, too.”
I slipped the phone into my pocket and pulled open the passenger door. She stepped out slowly and my world was alight once again.
She must have spent three hours on her hair and it had paid off. Streams of chocolate flowed down beside her cheeks from the elaborately woven palace of hair atop her head. Every part of her glowed, from her smooth bare shoulders to her long sexy legs. The yellow dress hugged her every curve like a glove, cupping her breasts and ending tastefully above her knee.
Sarah’s eyes finally rose to meet mine, and her hazel irises were shone like blooming flowers in an early summer sun. The colors of shadow and blush blended all too beautifully with her copper toned skin. I had trouble breathing when she smiled brightly at me. She licked her teeth habitually, and I noted the absence of a particular item of jewelry. The only piercings she had donned were the dangling golden charms on her ears.
Sarah looked past me. “I’ve never been to a place like this.”
I turned and examined the huge restaurant as the valet pulled away with my car.
“Me neither,” I said.
I smiled at her and she grinned back. She furrowed her neatly waxed brows as if she was thinking.
“Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever had a first date.”
I shrugged. “I don’t remember my last one.”
Sarah took my hand delicately.
“We’re fucking hopeless,” she said.
I gave her a look over. “You’re irresistible.”