Christmas With My Best Friend's Dad

by Amy Brent

  “Yeah. I know I’m weird,” she laughed a bit nervously. “I like gasoline and tar too.”

  “I’m sure your brain cells appreciate that.”

  “Yeah. But I’ll be arrogant enough to think I can lose a few.”

  Finally, we were inside and at the bottom of the stairs. I was loath to pull away, but I did just that. The air was too thick between us and I was far to aware of everything about her body.

  “Well, goodnight. Try to get some rest.”

  “Yeah… I will. See you later.”

  I headed up the stairs, feeling her eyes on me all the way up until I disappeared in my room.

  Once I was safe in my haven, I nearly collapsed against the door, finally acknowledging all the stress in my body. God, was I hard? Ridiculous. This whole thing was ridiculous.

  But try as I might tell myself that, my mind went to her smooth, ivory skin. The gentle pink flush of her face as the way each breath of hers emphasized the way she made my whole heartbeat.

  Maybe I should go for a late-night run. Get the blood rushing in a way that was far more productive.

  No! I was a man, and this was my house. I was not going to let some beautiful but very young woman drive me out. I had more control than this.

  I stood there for at least ten minutes, focusing on my breathing, flexing my muscles and unflexing in an effort to draw blood back up into my body and away from my aching manhood. It was a struggle, and I fought every moment to keep my mind from flitting back to the siren I had never known was so damn alluring.

  A knock sounded behind me and I felt it through my whole body. So caught up in the maelstrom inside my head, I turned and opened it without thinking.

  Stella was standing there, looking up at me with a gaze that my mind refused to interpret. But then my eyes flicked to her body, which was delicately clad in lacy, mint colored lingerie, tiny pink bows punctuating each strap.

  “Hello Anthony,” she murmured, sliding her thigh-high clad stocking in through the door. “May I come in?”

  Shit.

  Stella

  My eyes zoomed in on the imprint of his groin, which looked to be stretching uncomfortably against his black dress pants. I could tell he was large, but instead of instilling fear within me, I felt more aroused by its length. I was suddenly salivating, and my heart was pounding. I swallowed, and my eyes slowly rose to meet his.

  “Might that be for me?” I tried to put on my coyest voice as I touched my hand to my chest. This was how you seduced a guy, right?

  “What are you doing?” Anthony’s voice sounded stern, but it was laced with something I couldn’t quite place. Was that lust? Desire? It was almost like a primal low warning growl, and I was feeling a little dangerous…

  I took a step forward.

  “What? You don’t like it?” I ran my hands along the lingerie set I picked up from Torrid. I had been holding onto it for quite some time, hoping I would be able to put it to good use before it didn’t fit anymore. I couldn’t think of a more perfect opportunity. I never felt sexier than in the pink lace bra and panty set. It came with a garter belt that the woman in the store told me would look ravishing with nude thigh highs, so I bought those too. I had been nervous about my fat bulging out or something, but the set hugged me in all the right places.

  I knew I looked hot and he could pretend he didn’t see, but his manhood gave him away more than any words could tell.

  “I thought you might like some dessert…Don’t you like strawberry, Mr. Sternlict?” I put on my most innocent pout with my hands on my waist, accentuating my curves further and I watched his eyes glide over my hips.

  “You shouldn’t be in here.” I could tell his heart wasn’t in it.

  “Do you want me to leave?” I took another step forward and cupped his cheek, caressing his nicely trimmed facial hair. My hand continuing down to his chest and stroked his tie. I glanced up at him, biting my lower lip. But I didn’t push any further. I waited there, gazing longingly into his eyes, willing him to see how badly I wanted him, how much I needed him.

  He grabbed my hand as I got toward the end of his tie and I thought he was going to throw me out of his room or something.

  Instead, he kissed me. Hard. Yet, somehow, his lips were soft as they claimed my own, enveloping them like a blanket. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his locks cascading over my arms. His hands found my waist, lifting me on my toes, and he ran his tongue along my lips, asking for entrance. His tongue tickled, and I couldn’t help but part my lips and allow him inside. He massaged my tongue with his own, rolling and swirling, before he sucked mine into his mouth. I wasn’t sure I liked tongue, but instead, I wanted more of his lips. So, I sucked his lower lip into my mouth and bit on it, tugging slightly. A growl rippled from his chest and I smirked, liking the reaction.

  He crushed our hips together and my body felt warm, like a fever was burning through me and the point where his hands touched my waist was scorching, like I would spontaneously combust at any second.

  He back me up into the door, pressed me against it tightly and kissed up from my collar bone to my neck and up to my ear, causing me to throw my head against the door, making a light thud. I winced, and he chuckled, the first smile I’d seen this whole interaction and my breath caught in my throat.

  A full-on gasp escaped my lips as he hitched my leg around his waist and he lowered himself, so his rock-hard arousal pressed directly into my slit through the thin lace panties I was wearing. He nibbled my collar bone and moved ever so slightly against my lower lips. I released my first moan as he sucked on my neck, which I was sure would leave hickeys. The thought made me want to melt in his arms. I wanted him to mark me, I wanted to be his and only his.

  He reached down and cupped my round bottom into his hands, squeezing tightly and I bit back another moan as an intoxicating amount of desire filled me. I could feel something between my legs pulsating against his package and I wondered if he could feel it too.

  He grasped my chin, tilting it down to claim me in another passionate kiss. When he pulled away, he touched his index finger lightly to my lips.

  “Wet it.” His voice was husky and low. So far, I had been putty in his hands, but I wanted to drive him crazy too. This was the perfect opportunity.

  I touched my tongue to the tip of his finger tentatively and swirled it around the digit, caressing it. His eyes followed me, and I kept mine on him, holding his hand in place. I let my saliva coat it well and released it from my grip.

  My heart was racing, and I was panting with need, I didn’t know how much longer I could take the burning desire scorching through me.

  He came in close, his lips against my ear. His breath tickled and distracted me only slightly from his knee parting my thick thighs. I opened them until he seemed satisfied and he nibbled my ear, tugging and causing me to moan, only I didn’t quite voice it fully.

  He had slipped a finger inside me and my voice was making similar noises to be strangled, but I couldn’t help it. I had been so surprised.

  “I probably didn’t even need you to wet my finger. You’re so drenched, it would have slipped right in…Might that be for me?” His voice against my ear taunted me, but I didn’t care.

  “Yes,” I moaned as he moved his finger partially out and back in again. Anthony smirked and normally I might have had some snarky remark, but in that moment, I wanted him to know how crazy he made me. I wanted him to feel my body responding to him.

  My fingers intertwined with his locks, gripping them tightly as he moved his finger with ease within me, sliding in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace. I grinded my hips against his finger, begging for him to move more quickly.

  “Ooo, someone’s eager…” There he was taunting me again, but his finger picked up speed. Then, he was going faster…and faster…

  “Oh, God, yes!” I cried out as he held me tightly and suddenly I was dissolving into a puddle in his arms, shivering as the earth shattered on its axis. He held me until my trembl
ing had mostly dissipated. I felt like that one-time Rachelle had gotten me drunk, only in bliss. I was dazed and breathless.

  “Do you want to make me feel good too?” He whispered against my ear. I nodded eagerly. I wanted nothing more.

  He pushed me down gently to my knees and unzipped the fly of his pants. He reached inside and pulled out his length, and it stood completely at attention. I was right about him being large and I wondered how he would even fit in me. However, I had been skeptical about the finger and that had worked out lovely.

  “Just do like you did with my finger earlier.” He instructed, rubbing the tip against my lips. It was warm, and I could taste something slick and salty coating my lips. I licked them and found that it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

  He had to be about eight inches long, and he had girth to boot. I was worried he wouldn’t fit in my mouth either, but I was going to do my best.

  I kissed the tip of it and caressed it with my tongue, dipping it into the slit and then rolling it around the tip. He groaned, and I inwardly rejoiced that I wasn’t inherently terrible at pleasing him after he had been so amazing to me.

  I licked up and down his erection and finally took it into my mouth, sucking as I moved along his shaft. He wrapped my long brown hair in his fist and used it to guide me in the speed he wanted. A pool of moisture formed once again between my legs as I felt the gentle tugging and listened to his moans filling the air. I could feel his member throbbing in my mouth and I experimentally swirled my tongue while sucking at the same time, making eye contact with him.

  “Fuck! You keep doing that and you might get a surprise…” He bit his lip.

  The thought of a guy cumming in my mouth had always grossed me out, but for some reason, I wanted nothing more than his warm load shooting down my throat. I continued my mannerisms until I felt him tense and he pushed himself as far down my throat as he could without me gagging.

  “Swallow.” He commanded, firing his seed down my esophagus. I tried not to choke and gulped as quickly as I could, making sure not to spill a single drop.

  I released his rod with a pop sound, gasping for breath, my lips wet with saliva and cum.

  “God, that was so hot.” He was breathless as well. “Get on the bed.”

  I stood and climbed onto his king-sized plush mattress. His bedroom was all browns and golds with black accents. The floor was fully carpeted except for a small corner that housed a mini fireplace. He had a gold sleigh bed with an elegant patchwork blanket and a television mounted on the wall across from his bed.

  I glanced over at him nervously to see him undressing. His pants and tie were off already, and he was facing me, unbuttoning his shirt. He exposed his delicious chocolate chest and I wanted nothing more than to lick every inch.

  “Should I?” I sat up, getting ready to take off the lace bra that barely held in my ample bosom.

  “No, I like it. Keep it on,” he said, huskily as he walked over to the bed. He climbed on top of me and pushed me gently back onto the bed, so I was laying down again. And then crawled down to my waist.

  He separated my legs and I was ready for him to slip inside me. I closed my eyes. All my friends had described their first times as painful and inherently terrible, but I had already had so much pleasure, I couldn’t see how it could go downhill from there. However, I braced myself as he moved the lace of my panties to the side.

  But instead of his shaft filling me, I felt his tongue part my lips. A gasp released from me as I felt his tongue dive in, lapping up my juices. I instinctively wanted to close my legs out of embarrassment, but he held them open and continued his assault on my center. He flicked his tongue expertly over my pleasure button and I covered my mouth trying to stifle the load moans that were escaping my lips. He reached a hand up to remove my hand, a symphony of moans filling the air. He sucked the nub between his lips and entered two fingers into me.

  “Ahhh!” I cried out in pure ecstasy. It hardly hurt with his mouth playing in my wetness like that. He pumped his fingers into me and continued to work on my slit, until I felt like a coil, tightly wound and ready to spring at any second. My legs started to shudder, and he slipped his fingers out immediately.

  “Not just yet.”

  I whimpered, grabbing at him. I had been so close. I wanted more.

  He climbed back on top of me, tucking the lace of my bra underneath, making my breasts pop out of their confinement. He latched his mouth onto my left nipple, sucking it into his mouth and swirled his tongue all around it. I almost didn’t feel him bury his manhood into my core, but the feeling of fullness was enough to take my breath away. It wasn’t excruciatingly painful and of course his mouth on my nipple helped ease the experience. I didn’t feel a tearing, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. I used to ride a bike to work every day and my hymen had long been gone. But there was an unsettling stretching feeling that was dulled by Anthony’s amazing tongue on my breasts.

  I flexed my walls around him and he moaned.

  “Keep squeezing me like that and I won’t last long,” he breathed.

  The mischievous part of me wanted to keep squeezing him until he was falling apart above me, but I wanted to feel him moving in me. I wanted to experience what all the talk was about. So far, it had felt like I had been reborn into a new life that was just beginning and everything I had experienced previously didn’t exist anymore. All I had was this moment, with Anthony inside me.

  Finally, my canal relaxed enough to allow him to move and he did, slowly at first. I was delighted to feel that I was only slightly sore, but with him moving, I could barely feel it. There was definitely pleasure there and from what I had heard from friends, it would build. I couldn’t wait.

  I relished in the feel of him nibbling around my breasts and along my ribs as he pumped into me. We found a steady rhythm that allowed me to feel every inch of him at a delicious pace. His thrusts picked up speed and I dig my nails into his shoulders, holding onto him. He growled, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head.

  He was suddenly pounding into me, our rhythm lost. A flame erupted in my lower abdomen and was slowly spreading outward, filling me with the scorching fire I felt earlier. It threatened to swallow me whole as he slammed his thick length into me repeatedly. I could feel him hitting my womb deep inside and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.

  “Tony!”

  “Cum for me, Stella,” he panted, and a growl ripped from his lips. He slammed into me once more, and suddenly I was falling into the fire, letting it consume and engulf me entirely. I screamed as we climaxed in sync. I could feel his warm load shooting into my womb deep within as I convulsed around him, shockwaves of pleasure resonating throughout my body. He pumped into me slowly, milking out the last of his seed and letting me ride out the waves of my orgasm. I was flying, and time had stood still. My vision blurred, and I was barely conscious enough to feel him slip out of me. I winced, but that was all I could remember before my mind faded to black.

  Stella

  Ow.

  I awoke the next day to feel the worst soreness I had ever felt in my life. It had felt so good when Anthony was pounding into me at the time, but it still felt like he was slamming into me when I moved, just not in a good way.

  And all I had done was squeeze my legs together.

  I winced aloud, and Anthony was watching me, looking concerned.

  “Sore, huh?”

  “That’s an understatement.”

  “I knew you were a virgin…I should have been gentler with you.” His expression had guilt written all over it, but I was having none of that.

  “No! You were amazing! I wouldn’t have wanted my first time any other way! Honestly!” I reassured him.

  “This was a bad idea…We shouldn’t have.” He was shaking his head. Why was he trying to ruin my happiness?!

  “Please don’t do this. It was perfect.” I tried to move closer to him and winced again. Anthony’s concerned returned and seemed to out weight his g
uilt in the moment.

  “Don’t move. You should stay here and rest,” he said, laying me back down gently on the bed. “I’ll make you breakfast. What would you like? And don’t hold back! You could use a big meal. It’ll help.”

  He smiled genuinely, and I felt relieved that he seemed to be over the whole bad idea thing, even if it was just for the moment. I made a vow to try my best to keep it out of his head.

  “Surprise me.”

  “You got it!” He jumped out of bed and I watched his muscular butt before he put on some sweatpants and walks out of the room.

  I laid there, staring at the ceiling and daydreaming of the night before. I had my first time with the man I’ve been waiting half my life for! I was living every girl’s dream and I couldn’t believe it was happening to me. My life had been such shit up to this point, so if this was karma’s way for rewarding me for sticking it out, I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.

  I tried really hard not to think about the sex part of the night because I knew it would make my slit sing and with the amount of soreness I felt, that didn’t sound pleasant, but my mind kept drifting back to his lips on my breast and him inside of me, grinding into me and…Ow! Okay, seriously, I needed to stop.

  I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head and relax my muscles. With nothing else to occupy my thoughts, I ended up drifting off again.

  “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” I heard Anthony’s voice and opened my eyes to see him carrying a large tray that he set down beside me. He walked to the other side of the bed and helped me sit up, which I didn’t need. “I made you a waffle, some banana fosters French toast, an apple and blackberry yogurt parfait with granola, a tomato and cheese omelet, and some almond oatmeal. I brought some strawberries, whipped cream, butter and syrup as well because I wasn’t sure what you wanted on your waffle. Oh, and that’s a virgin pina colada to drink next to the glass of water. You’re not twenty-one just yet.”