My Sons Best Friend Part 1
Dan sat down in his comfortable high back leather chair and put his feet up. He closed his eyes momentarily and was just about to lift the glass of whisky to his lips when he started suddenly, the front door slammed. "Steve" he called tentatively. "Only me Dad" came the younger man's retort. Dan heard the familiar giggles and the two sets of footsteps on the stairs and rolled his eyes. "When was Steve going to introduce her", he sighed. "He wasn't about to sit below Steve's room and hear the goings on, unavoidable" he thought, so he downed the whisky and retired to bed.
Emily woke up with a start at 2am, pushing the dead weight of Steve's arm from her, she slipped out of bed. Feeling around in the dark she found a t-shirt and pulled it over her slender frame, tiptoeing across the landing to the bathroom, on the way out, she paused when a light appeared below the other bedroom door and it opened. Dan stumbled out, not noticing her, he wandered groggily into the bathroom. Emily slipped back into Steve's room and slid back into bed, stifling her giggle as he rolled and cuddled her slender legs. "Being Steve's best friend was cool, but the sleeping arrangements suck" she mused.
Lying in bed sleep eluded her, thoughts solely on Dan, in his boxers, semi erect and looking like the kinda guy she would want to know better. "Is fucking my best friend's Dad unethical?" she asked herself dreamily. She rolled away from Steve, a perfect vision of Dan in her head, salt and pepper hair, well toned body, considering his age. Must be about 50, she thought. Emily smiled, feeling a small twinge between her legs as she thought of him in his boxers, the promise of the bulge looked generous. Steve rolled over and at that point Emily realised she had been rubbing her clit, she could feel the moisture between her legs.
Staying stock still until he settled and started snoozing again, she started he quick little circles over her clit again. This time guiding herself through a fantasy, (approaching Dan in the hall and kneeling at his feet.....pulling down his boxers and watching his cock spring up). Emily bit her lip, peering in the gloom she spied something and slipped out of the bed, grabbing the baseball bat she climbed back into bed, careful not to disturb Steve, she laid on her back and started rubbing the base of the bat against her pussy. It felt cold and hard, groaning softly she started to ease it into her, gritting her teeth as it stretched her. Closing her eyes she saw herself (taking Dan's cock into her mouth straight down the back of her throat). The baseball bat eased in a bit further, (biting down on Dan's cock as she held it in her throat, his shrieks making her smile), now pounding with the bat, losing all self awareness, feeling it fill her, hitting her cervix. Eye's closed (fist in her pussy while frantically sliding Dan's rock hard cock in and out of her warm tight mouth, both moaning in ecstasy). Emily had to stifle her orgasm as the next scene was (Steve walking out of his bedroom and catching them in the hall). Groaning, she circled her pelvis around the bat, listening to her juices squelching. A sleepy voice drifted from the foot of the bed, "Emily will you put the fucking bat down and go to sleep, geeze girl you are incorrigible!" she giggled and pulled it out, dropping it to the floor. Rolled over and drifted into a deep contented sleep.
Emily woke late the next morning. Steve had left a note on her pillow "might see you in class, sleepyhead" was all it said. She freshened up, pulled on her jeans and boots and headed downstairs. Dan came out of the kitchen to see who was walking down his stairs, gasping at the beautiful young lady before him. "Emily", she said, holding out her hand to him, "you must be Steve's Dad". He wiped his palm on the leg of his pants, "call me Dan" he said reticently, "I knew Steve had a girlfriend but not one so beautiful". Emily laughed loudly, her hand snapping to her mouth as he snorted mid laugh. Dan watched, puzzled, but waited until she had finished.
Walking back to the kitchen, he called back to her, "breakfast?", she stumbled after him, wiping tears from her eyes. "Yes, thank you, sorry about that, just toast is good", she said. Dan made toast and coffee, sitting opposite Emily on the breakfast bar. "So, I'm Dan, Steve's Dad, and you are?" "Emily", was her response, "Steve's best friend". "Ah", was all Dan said. "Next time you come over you can kip in the spare room, cant be comfy on Steve's floor". "Thank you" said Emily, smiling, remembering her thoughts from the night before. They talked all morning, and afternoon, it seemed no subject was taboo and they shared many interests. There was a distinct spark of attraction between them. They didn't realise the time until they heard Steve's key in the door.
"Omg!, I am so late!" Emily proclaimed as Steve wandered in, smiling. "I wondered where you had got to" he said, "and I see you met my dad. Told you he was great, didn't I?". "Yes", Emily conceded, blushing. "So when's the big day?" Steve goaded. Both blushed deeply, Steve felt a little awkward. So grabbing a soda out of the fridge, he yelled back as he walked up the stairs, "but if y'all two get spliced, I ain't ever calling u mom Emily!". "Guess he's ok with it then" Dan said, Emily merely nodded, looking at her watch, she smiled at Dan and said "I'll be back at 8". She stood up and left.
Amaranth
26th April 2013
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