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  My Best Friend's Dad

  Brooklyn Reese

  Copyright 2011 Brooklyn Reese

  Published by Pink Parts Press

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  All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  My Best Friend's Dad

  Bonus Material

  Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Seducing the Daddy

  Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Kissing the Pink

  Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Lesson in Lust

  Excerpt from Kelli Wolfe's Stealing Dad's Best Friend

  My heart pounded hard beneath my chest as I steeled myself against the heavy door, attempting to catch my breath. I shifted my focus to the far away sound of the slot machines, concentrating on the hungry cha-ching reverberating from their metal exteriors as they drained money from their greedy victims. The sound was oddly soothing and it slowed my breathing, allowing me a few seconds to clear my head. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, suddenly becoming aware of the moisture between my thighs, my throbbing pussy tingling in anticipation. I had been planning this conquest for the past year, waiting for the right moment, longing to feel his touch at last. Looking around at my surroundings, I took it all in. Eighteen years of saving myself, and this was how I was going to lose my virginity -- hundreds of miles from home in a casino hotel -- the pungent odor of stale cigarettes and whisky wafting up from the lobby and filling the air. The smell of success, however, was so very sweet. My only real regret was not sleeping with my best friend’s dad months ago.

  * * *

  I met Tory Watkins in grade school after her family moved to the city for her dad’s job. We became fast friends and were inseparable from that point forward. We spent so much time together, in fact, that our parents ended up close by default, hanging out often, spending weekends cooking on the grill or taking the boat out on the lake. As the years went on, our families even began trading off the care of the kids while the adults took vacations to their respective grown-up playgrounds. It was ideal for everyone, and we all adopted each other as a second family. Unfortunately, it came crashing down around us one stormy day in April, just two months after I’d turned sixteen.

  Mr. and Mrs. Watkins ended up in a heated argument after they’d returned from a night out. Apparently Kathryn Watkins had too much to drink and admitted to having an affair for the past six months. She cried that she was madly in love with the other man, whom she’d known in her former life, and they were planning to move to his vacation home just outside of Las Vegas. She insisted that Tory stay behind to finish her sophomore year, and that she would fly her out to visit over the summer. Mrs. Watkins moved out that very weekend with the promise she would call soon, but that call never came. Three months passed before the ex-Mrs. Watkins showed up on her old doorstep to finally see her daughter, and Tory, forgiving soul that she is, fell across her lap sobbing that she was lonely and couldn’t take being there without her mother. By that time summer had rolled around and Tory packed her bags, defiant after a fight with her father, swearing she was leaving for good. She did just that as she headed out west to live the glamorous life her mother promised her she would have. She squeezed me tight as she boarded the plane and made me swear to come visit her in SinCity the first chance I had. And just like that, she was gone too.

  I felt a sense of responsibility towards Mr. Watkins after Tory left. He was trying to adjust to single life after the divorce and now he’d been abandoned by his daughter to boot. He had been so kind to me over the years, treating me as part of his family, and I wanted to help somehow. I began spending most of my free evenings at his house during my junior and senior years after work, doing little things like tidying up the kitchen and keeping him company. He was grateful for my generosity and teased me about feeling sorry for an old man like himself. He would smile down at me with his piercing blue eyes, and it caused my heart to flutter and skip a few beats every time he did. It wasn’t long before I started to look at Mr. Watkins - Greg as he preferred to be called - in a new light. I couldn’t believe I’d been oblivious to his handsome face and muscular body before, but he’d been like my dad for the past eight years and it had never occurred to me to view him any other way.

  The crush I had developed for him awakened feelings in me that I never knew I had. There was a stirring sensation deep inside my belly any time I was near him, and I felt an intense sexual attraction towards him that I’d never had for any of the boys at school. Greg had rugged good looks, fine lines in the corners of his eyes that crinkled just right when he gave that impish little grin, and salt and pepper hair that I longed to run my fingers through. He took great care of his body and it showed.

  I had been oblivious to these things before, but one day it all hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew I was in trouble when I found myself admiring the way he filled out a pair of jeans, my eyes roving slowly over the length of his strong body, lingering just long enough on his generous bulge when he wasn't looking to spark off fantasies that I could revisit later. He was incredibly gorgeous, which only made me want to be that much closer to him, in a very different way than I ever had before. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. I longed to run my hands over every curve of his tight muscles. I wanted to feel his tongue working the length of my body, from my toes to my lips, stopping long enough to feast on the important parts in between. I fantasized about him often, and those thoughts consumed more of my mind the longer they went on. I would leave his house each night wet between my legs, throbbing from within, eventually caving to my lust and masturbating wildly, the entire time imagining how it would feel to have Greg’s cock thrusting inside of me, rubbing my clit until I bubbled over the edge, and finally drifting off to sleep to dream about the man I had just come all over my sheets for.

  Tonight I had it especially bad. When I got to Greg’s house, he was already outside taking a quick dip in the pool to cool off from the blistering August sun. It was the first time since I realized I had lustful urges towards this man that I’d seen him without his shirt. When he pulled himself up on the edge of the cement enclosure, my mouth watered as his biceps tightened, pulling the weight of his body up, giving me a full-on view of his taut stomach and wet, clingy swim trunks that outlined every inch of his manhood. I instantly moistened my panties and found myself blushing slightly from my naughty thoughts.

  “Hey Cam! Want to jump in? The water feels great.”

  Oh, god. Would I. “No thanks. I didn’t bring my suit anyway. I just thought I’d pop by and see if you needed any help with anything.”

  He studied me for a second in my hip-hugging capris and snug tank, which showed off just enough of my toned midriff to be tempting. I had made a concerted effort to look especially hot today, and it was obvious he had noticed. He lingered briefly at my tits, which were full C’s and stood at attention without my bra, my nipples slightly erect from my constant state of arousal around him. I wasn’t playing fair, but I wanted to kick it up a notch in order gauge his reaction. Judging by his flushed face, I’d certainly made my point. He caught himself and looked away quickly before grabbing his towel to distract himself by drying off.

  “I’m sorry, hon. I’ve got a few errands to run and then I’m calling it an early night.” He seemed to be hurrying me along, and that’s when I caught a glimpse of the swelling in his trunks when he brought his towel up to dry his hair.

  Grinning, I waved goodbye and turned slowly, swaying my hips just a little more than usual as I walked aw
ay, making sure he had a nice shot of my panty-less ass.

  “Gotcha” I whispered under my breath once I was far enough out of earshot.

  When I got home that evening, I went straight to my room, locked my door and pulled my new vibrator from its hiding spot beside my bed. I had purchased my plaything in an attempt to satisfy my constant craving for Greg's cock inside of me. I wasn’t sure how well that was actually working, but it did manage to keep some of my insatiable horniness at bay, and Greg didn’t seem to notice a difference in how I was acting around him.

  Since I was still a virgin, I hadn’t yet worked up the courage to penetrate myself with the stiff, blue rod. For now, my fingers were all I could handle inside my tiny, pink tunnel. When I first took it out of its box, though, I did practice deep-throating it to see how far I could take one inside my mouth. You know, just in case. I knew if I ever got my way, there would be ample opportunity to have the real thing. There was still the possible issue of Greg not being able to look past my age and the fact that I was like a second daughter to him. Or at least so I thought. But judging by the way he had looked at me, I had reason to be at least slightly hopeful. I would definitely have to work on putting to rest any doubts he might have; preferably soon, before I exploded.

  I stepped out of my capris, stripped off my tank top, and climbed on top of my cool, crisp sheets. The contact made me shudder and my nipples puckered in response. I put a finger in my mouth and brought it down to trace light circles around the crinkles of my breasts, the stimulation sending jolts straight down the middle of my body. I set my vibrator on low and began fondling the outer folds of my cunt, teasing softly as I traveled into my fantasies of Greg. Oh, sweet Greg. His smiling face and shirtless, rock-hard body in those clingy shorts flashed through my mind. The familiar tingles coursed through me and my pussy responded eagerly, moisture forming around my hole. Slowly I maneuvered the cock around, exploring every inch of skin outside of my pulsing, wet mound. I tickled the opening of my quivering snatch, aching to break through the thin barrier that separated me from complete ecstasy. Several times I had been tempted to plunge the long, thick toy deep inside my pleading tunnel and finally satisfy that need, but I always stopped right before I caved, convincing myself to save it in case I ever ended up in Greg’s bed.

  Tonight I chose to be more adventurous. I decided if I was going to save my sweet cherry for Mr. Watkins, then I was going to explore the neighboring passageway instead. After all, I might want to give him that cherry, too. I set the vibration mode a notch higher and flipped over on all fours, spreading my legs wide with my ass high in the air. I started out straddling the shaft, positioning it between the lips of my snatch so that the middle drummed rhythmically against my clit while the tip pushed between the crevice of my ass, teasing the opening of my puckered hole. The soft plastic tickled every exposed area of both of my sacred holes. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Within seconds, I was overflowing with juices. The added lubrication on the tip emboldened me. I brought the blue cock around to the back and penetrated my ass just enough to see if I could take it. The feeling was even more incredible and I began to rock back and forth, getting a little deeper inside my hole, bit by bit, stretching it to make room for the entire length of the cock. The further in I went, the more I became lost in my fantasy.

  Juices poured down my hand as I got closer to the edge. I started fucking my ass faster and deeper with each thrust, the width stretching me out, hitting every nerve ending inside my steaming cunt. My asshole was throbbing, but I couldn’t stop; it felt too fucking good. The orgasm was gaining momentum and with one final thrust, I sent myself into a sea of bliss, cum running down my thighs as I bit into my pillow to muffle my screams.

  As I dropped my toy to the floor my cell phone rang, jolting me from my trance, coldly snapping me back into a reality that didn’t involve my best friend’s dad fucking my virgin asshole. Without thinking, I snatched open the device and breathed a raspy, ragged, and very annoyed “Hello?” into the receiver.

  “Uh…Cam?” came Greg’s voice on the other end.

  Oh, shit. I sat bolt upright and struggled to regain some of my composure.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Sure. Sorry. I had just fallen asleep.” I lied. “What’s up?”

  “Tory called earlier.”

  God. Tory. I missed her like crazy. With her new life, she never seemed to have time for me anymore. She had flown in for all of the important holidays since she’d left, but it wasn’t enough somehow. I missed having my best friend, and some days it left me a tad bitter at how she had bailed on us.

  “Oh? How’s she doing?”

  I tried to act nonchalant, shame overcoming me as I reminded myself that this was her dad I was hot for. What would she do if she found out?

  “She’s great.” His words brought me back and I forced my guilt back down. “She said she misses us both and would love for us to come out next weekend before you two head off to college this fall. What do you say? Are you up for a trip? I’ll treat, and your parents will know without a doubt that you’re in good hands.”

  I remember telling him I would love to go. After that everything was a complete blur. In the background I could hear him filling me in on where we’d be staying, the latest shows he wanted to see, how he couldn’t wait to see Tory again. But I couldn’t process any of it. My heart was beating so hard against my chest, I was afraid he could hear it through the phone. Sure, I had gone on trips with Mr. Watkins before, but this was the first time that he and I would be traveling alone together. It was also the first time that I’d be in such close proximity with this man for more than a few hours at a time since I had realized I was sexually attracted to him. I had never before considered being with a man who was my dad’s age - who practically was my dad - but I couldn’t help myself. Everything he did lately turned me on, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep on hiding my feelings. This was finally my opportunity to get the sexy Mr. Watkins alone in his hotel room and offer myself fully to him. Since we obviously wouldn’t be staying at Tory’s house with her mom and new stepdad, I decided this was going to be a cinch. Now to find the courage to seduce him.

  * * *

  Our plane landed ahead of schedule Friday afternoon and I was a nervous wreck. Every time Greg’s arm brushed mine during the flight, electricity shot through my spine. I was on sensory overload by the time we had collected our baggage. As we were waiting for Tory to pick us up I could feel Greg’s eyes on me. I turned to mush the instant I looked up to meet his gaze.

  “You doing alright Cammy?” He was staring down at me, his brow slightly furrowed, obviously concerned by my prolonged silence.

  I gave him the best reassuring grin I could and even tried to put a bit of a flirty tone in my voice when I told him I was fine, just tired. I felt sick with anxiety, but knew without a doubt that I was going to follow through with my plan this weekend. It was do or die time, and I was more determined than ever. I just had to convince my nerves of that.

  Tory pulled up to the passenger pick-up lane and the excitement of seeing her again temporarily masked my apprehension. We spent the evening catching up over dinner at one of the city’s hot spots and before we knew it, we’d been there for almost three hours.

  Greg checked his watch. “If we’re going to get to the show, we’d better get moving.”

  “I think I’ll take a pass tonight.” I said. “I’m completely wiped from the long trip and the time difference. Why don’t you two go ahead and we’ll make a day of it tomorrow?”

  “Aw, Cam,” Tory pouted “Are you sure? We’ll miss you.”

  “It’s fine, really. We have all weekend.”

  Check-in at the hotel was surprisingly uneventful considering where we were. I guess everyone had already come earlier in the day. Fine by me. I was spent. As Greg picked up our room keys, reality hit hard about where I was and what I was doing, and I started to panic. I bolted to the nearest re
stroom so that I could get my cold feet under control before Greg noticed that something was wrong. I swiftly made it through the casino floor, pushed through the heavy door, locked the stall behind me and leaned back, fighting to catch my breath.

  I stayed in there long enough to calm myself down completely and pull my confidence levels back to where they'd been when we boarded the plane. I simply refused to back out now. Once I had myself back under control, I smoothed back my hair and headed back towards the check-in desk, where I found Greg waiting for me as I approached.

  "Hey, Tory's out in valet waiting so she doesn't have to park. I'll run my bags upstairs right quick and then be on my way."

  "Here, I'll take your bags. Just give me your extra key. Then Tory won't have to wait as long."

  He gratefully handed me one of his room keys, kissed my cheek, and disappeared into the crowd by the curb.

  When I got to my room, it was sweltering inside. What the hell? I turned the air conditioner on and was immediately met with a burst of warm air. Crap. A quick call to the front desk was futile. Their maintenance guys were inundated with repairs. Worse yet, they were booked and couldn’t move me to a new room, but they assured me they would do their best to be up in a few hours. A few hours? I would melt by then! I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep at that moment. There was no way I would be able to sleep like this, though. I paced my room for several minutes before I caught sight of Greg’s spare key on the nightstand. Hm. I guess I could doze for a few minutes on his bed until he got back. Hopefully by then my air conditioning would be fixed. I grabbed some things from my bag - might as well shower while I was there - and headed down the hall to his room.

  The cool water hitting my hot skin felt incredible. I stood there forever enjoying the pulsing spray on my body. I let my mind wander to Greg, as was pretty common these days. He looked so good today in his crisp white button-down and khakis. The fabric clung to his hard body in all the right places. It was difficult keeping my focus on Tory when he looked so damned delectable. My hands roamed south as if on autopilot, and I felt myself moisten in anticipation. My fingers found my hard little nub and I began rubbing, urging the release of the pent-up tension I had been feeling all day around Greg. I fell back against the wall, spreading my thighs wide as I played with my clit with one hand and fingered my puckered hole in back with the other, sliding in and out slowly to prolong the pleasure. The double stimulation sent me over the edge in no time. I cried out, my voice echoing against my tile enclosure. My entire body went limp as I slid down the wall to relish my sweet release.