Christmas With My Best Friend's Dad

by Amy Brent

  “Wow this looks amazing! You sure worked up my appetite.” She smirked and dug into the frittata.

  I smiled as I went to go make my own plate.

  She seemed completely insatiable. They do say that once a girl loses her virginity, it’s all she can think about for a while and that was turning out to be true completely. Sex was all that was on Stella’s mind it seemed, not that I was complaining.

  What kind of sex kitten have I unlocked?

  Stella

  It was late Saturday night, but it was the last night Anthony and I had together before Rachelle came back home. I couldn’t be happier that my best friend was returning home, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about how things were going to be with her back in the picture. I mean, I was screwing her dad after all and I was pretty sure she would not take that well. In fact, Anthony and I hadn’t even discussed how we were going to handle the situation. We had been so busy having sex on almost every surface of the house that we didn’t really talk much to be honest. Not that I was complaining in the slightest.

  Luckily, Anthony had all the past few days off from work, so we had been able to spend a lot of time together and I was grateful for it, but I knew he would be going back to work on Monday and I would have to pretend not to miss him, but I knew I would. I probably wouldn’t be able to bother him much, I knew he was a busy man and I didn’t want to be the clingy girl who falls in love with the first guy she has sex with just because he took her virginity. I guess it helped my case that I had a crush on him for as long as I could remember.

  Throughout the day, Anthony and I had been cleaning up the house and preparing for Rachelle’s return. I made up her room and Anthony prepared ingredients for a lavish dinner for us three to have. I tried not to think about how awkward that might be, trying not to steal glances at him from across the table.

  Anthony had spent the day preparing everything he needed for dinner the next day. He had decided on turkey Milanese with bacon and pancetta potatoes. So, after cleaning the house and setting up Rachelle’s room, I got to watch him chop up bacon and potatoes and marinate the turkey. Anthony was really a wonderful chef and had cooked for me all week which I had been extremely thankful for. I could not cook very well so it was always something I had admired in others, especially men.

  Boy was he good with his hands…

  “Did you get to picking up in the living room yet?” he asked, putting the stuff away in the fridge.

  “Oh crap, I think that’s the one room I missed. I’ll go look!”

  “I’ll go help and then maybe we can have another bath together?” Anthony gave me a sincere smile and my heart nearly jumped from my chest and onto the counter.

  “I’d love that.”

  My heart was fluttering, but my panties were wet. I squeezed my legs together at my discomfort of the squishiness there. I was already thinking of starting something in the bath, but I wasn’t so sure I was going to make it that long.

  When we got into the living room and started straightening things up, I couldn’t help but watch him the entire time. He was so meticulous and wanted things just right. His focused expression was so hot and just made me think of ways I could direct his attention elsewhere. Like on me perhaps…

  I wondered if I could get him to look at me the way I was looking at him.

  I moved over to couch and bent over to fluff the pillows and make sure they were arranged correctly. I started humming and swaying my ample bottom, hoping that it would catch his eye. I was wearing a house dress that was hip hugging, but long enough that he couldn’t tell I wasn’t wearing underwear. Or at least he couldn’t see up it when I bent over, but something told me he already knew there was nothing under it. I hadn’t been wearing underwear all weekend. I just didn’t see the point if they were just going to come off, but I didn’t feel comfortable enough to walk around naked in a house that wasn’t my place. Besides, Rachelle was coming back, and I didn’t want to appear too comfortable in her home.

  I stayed bent over like that until it seemed ridiculous and then turned around to see my handy work.

  I felt a jolt of arousal shoot through me as I caught his eye. He quickly avoided eye contact, but I already knew he had been watching me, which was exactly what I wanted. I pretended not to notice that he had been looking at me and wandered over to the other side of the living room where he could see me better.

  My dress had spaghetti straps that were way too long for me, so while I walked, I inconspicuously shimmied my shoulders, so the straps fell down my arms. And then I didn’t fix them, hoping this gesture would get him thinking about just taking the dress off me. I faced him, but looked past him, pretending to be contemplating something and started touching y neck idly. My hand moved to just above my cleavage and settled there to focus his attention.

  I’d never tried to tease someone before and all these things just felt kind of silly to do, but god, I hoped they worked. I wanted him so bad.

  I decided it was time to check in and our eyes locked. He looked famished somehow, like I was a delicious meal being dangled in front of him and he was starving. I caught him wetting his lips and a quick glance downward showed hi sporting an impressive hard-on.

  I bit my bottom lip, letting him see and started to move across the room, but I didn’t go to him. Instead, I went to the stereo and looked at his music selection. He had one of those fancy stereos that you could pick songs to play in succession. It was like an iPod with speakers.

  I set up a playlist of some of my favorite songs that made me feel sexy and let it play.

  First up was Skin by Rihanna and it was the perfect song to try to get Anthony to touch me.

  The mood is set, so you already know what's next…

  I turned towards him and walked slowly towards hi, as seductively as I could manage without feeling completely ridiculous. I exaggerated the sway of my hips until I reached him. I moved to the slow base beat of the music, rubbing my leg against his as I danced and touching his chest which was unfortunately covered by a tank top.

  I played up the lyrics as they came because I knew them so well and ran my hands all over his shirt, tugging at just the right moment.

  So why are you standing over there with your clothes on? Baby, strip down for me. Go on, take it off…

  I made eye contact with him to see if he got the message and he was giving me the most smoldering look I had ever seen. He looked like he would rip my dress off at any second and I sure as hell wanted him too. I wondered what he was waiting for. I wished he didn’t fight with himself so much.

  “You’re being bad again.” I heard him say over the music, which was low enough that we could talk normally. I smirked and shrugged.

  “So? What are you going to do about it?” I challenged.

  “Well bad girls are supposed to be punished, aren’t they?”

  He was wearing sweatpants again and popped his erection out of the top. He pushed down on my shoulders, guiding me to my knees.

  “Let’s see if you can be a good girl and open wide for me…”

  I was incredibly turned on by this show of dominance and if being a good girl meant I got sex as punishment, I was ready to do anything he asked.

  I opened my mouth as wide as I could.

  “Now put your hands behind you back and keep them there. You are not allowed to touch yourself or me in anyway unless I say otherwise. Understand?”

  I nodded and did as I was told. I was sure if I was going to be good at pleasuring him with only my mouth and not being able to use my hands, but I was going to try my hardest.

  He rubbed my head with his hand and positioned himself just in front of my open mouth.

  “There’s my good girl…”

  As he entered my mouth, I closed it around his engorged manhood coated it with my saliva, licking all over every inch. When I felt it was well slicked, I started bobbing my head on it. Without my hands, it was sloppier than usual. Drool dripped down my chin and the side of my m
outh, but I didn’t mind and neither did Anthony. In fact, it seemed to turn him on even more. It was almost like his length grew while in my mouth. I could feel it throbbing with its wanted release on my tongue.

  I kept eye contact with him and hallowed my cheeks, sucking as I moved my head along his erection. I swirled my tongue, around focusing on the tip for a bit before resuming my previous motions. I dipped my tongue into his slit and swirled it around, which rewarded me with a series of moans from Anthony’s lips.

  Almost there, so baby don't stop what you're doing…

  I could still hear Rihanna’s melodic voice in the background, but Anthony seemed unable to keep the slow pace I was setting to the beat of the song. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth, forcing himself deep down my throat. I chocked a bit, but started swallowing, which helped him go down my throat easier.

  You’re a beast, you know that I like that…

  Damn right Rihanna.

  Feeling him take control and be so dominant was driving me crazy with need. The desire to feel his seed sliding down my throat had me clenching my hands behind my back.

  Don't hold anything back. You want to take control, there’s nothing wrong with that…

  With every lyric, I realized I couldn’t have picked a better song. Hearing the words just elevated the erotic experience of him face fucking me.

  I felt his hands on my head tense and suddenly so did the rest of his body. With a groan, I felt his load shoot down my throat in spurts. I sucked, milking it all out and extending his orgasm slightly. Yet, somehow, he remained hard.

  “Don’t think your punishment is over just yet,” he breathed. He sat on the couch and laid back, beckoning me towards him with his finger. “Crawl.”

  I could feel juices dripping down my leg and I loved this little command game he was playing. It seemed to please him and that brought so much joy to me. If this is what happened when I teased him, I might have to do it more often…

  As I crawled over to him, he helped me up into his lap.

  “I want you to bounce on it and you are not allowed to cum until I say so. Understand?”

  He positioned himself at my entrance and I nodded, licking my lips. It felt like I had been waiting so long. I sank down onto his throbbing member, relishing in the full feeling of every inch entering me until I sat on it’s base. I moaned as I felt the tip settle against my womb deep within. It was a pleasure pain I enjoyed, and I started to rock on him, making him press against it repeatedly.

  But I remembered my instructions. He specifically wanted me to bounce on it, so I started to ride him. Once I found a good pace, I loved hearing the thudding sound of my thighs connecting with his as I forced my hips down onto him. Wrapped my arms around my chest to hold my breasts in place, but Anthony pulled them away.

  “I want to see them.” My nipples were hard and rubbing against the fabric of my dress and they bounced with me, causing me to moan. His lust filled, half lidded eyes were on me and I wanted to hear him moan too. I grinded on his staff while clenching my muscles tightly and his eyes all but rolled into the back of his head. I couldn’t have asked for a better reaction.

  He slapped me hard on the bottom, urging me to quicken my pace, and I did. I ignored the burn of my thighs from the work out and instead, focused on the immeasurable pleasure coursing through my entire body with each bounce. He grabbed my hips, exaggerating my motions more so my hips were hitting down on him harder, applying more pressure to my womb. My moans were loud, and I was glad Rachelle wasn’t coming home today. I was going to have to learn to be quiet.

  I could feel my climax approaching as he started lifting his hips to meet mine as they came down, thrusting upward into me. With each time his rod buried itself into me, I felt like I was climbing a mountain and I jut see the top quickly approaching. My hips were slamming down onto him as he was pounding into me and I could feel that his orgasm was near as well.

  “Cum for me, Stella,” he groaned as he released a long drawn out moan. I felt his warm seed fill my canal and with one more slam, the world had stopped. My entire body went tense, and suddenly I was falling off that cliff, screaming as I rode out my orgasm on his shaft. Waves of pleasure were washing over my entire body, causing convulsions with each final thrust. When we finally rested, shockwaves still vibrated throughout my body and I could feel my pleasure nub throbbing happily. I was slumped onto him as we both tried to catch our breath. Our chests rose and fell in unison.

  He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my bad and I felt so secure and filled with joy. Anthony made me the happiest I had ever felt in my life. I never wanted it to end.

  Stella

  It was Monday unfortunately and everyone was back to work. Rachelle and I were back in our cubicles at the office. We had a great dinner the previous day with Anthony and I think we played it off well that there was nothing going on between us. Rachelle didn’t seem to suspect a thing and were able to exchange a few touches while passing each other in the kitchen, which just made me want him beyond belief. But we contained ourselves for Rachelle.

  Neither of us was ready to tell her what was going on. I wanted to visit Anthony at night, but Rachelle wanted me to sleep in her bed with her and tell her about everything that had happened while she was gone.

  I just told her how nice her father had been to me by making me meals and watching movies with me. I avoided as much detail as I could, afraid I might let some incriminating fact slip.

  Rachelle seemed to buy my explanation of the week and told me how annoying it was to help her mom through her butt lift recovery.

  “I had to do everything for her. She couldn’t even sit down anywhere. She just had to lay on her stomach. Serves her right though, she shouldn’t have done it. I hope it was worth it,” she had said.

  I never really liked Rachelle’s mom. She never seemed to be happy with herself and was always doing some sort of plastic surgery or drastic thing to her body to make men love her more. I couldn’t understand how Anthony had fallen in love with someone like that, let alone had a child with her. And I couldn’t understand how Rachelle had been able to grow up with someone like that. But I decided that it was none of my business. Rachelle’s mom was Anthony’s past and I knew there was nothing between them.

  Rachelle was only a couple of cubicles away from me, so I didn’t feel like I needed to hide so much, which was lucky because Anthony was sending me some very naughty texts.

  I want my fingers inside you so bad right now.

  I want to feel you lips against my neck, kissing me all over and covering me in hickeys.

  I want to fuck you in front of a mirror, so I can see every expression you make while I hit it from the back until your legs go numb.

  I blushed deeply, squeezing my legs together as a jolt of arousal shot to my pleasure center. My entrance ached with need. It obviously wanted those fingers as well.

  Before I got a chance to respond, another text came in.

  Can I take you to dinner tonight?

  How could he be so sexy and yet so sweet only moments later? I was liking the naughty texts though, so I kept on that note and decided to avoid the question. I wasn’t sure how I could explain a date to Rachelle without her wanting to know everything about it.

  I think I’d just like you for dinner if that’s okay. I replied, biting my lips in anticipation of his response.

  My phone buzzed, and I quickly opened the message.

  Only if I can have what’s between your legs for dessert. I promise to write you a love note with my tongue explaining how badly I’ve been craving you since Sunday morning. I could feel myself moisten as I read the words. Another text came in. All I keep thinking about is that amazing blowjob from Saturday. I came in your pretty little mouth and you swallowed it all. I was ready to write some vows after that.

  My heart skipped a beat. I was sure he was joking but the thought of my sex being good enough to make him think of marriage already was bot scary and a huge turn on, es
pecially with my lack of experience.

  I wasn’t even sure how to follow that up, but I went with something spontaneous and daring.

  Maybe we should go see a movie tonight instead of dinner. You can put your hand up my skirt and I can practice being quiet.

  Oh no, I want to hear you beg for it, baby.

  I almost moaned out loud. I had never felt so filled with desire in my life. It was almost like I could feel his fingers moving inside me. Almost.

  Just then Rachelle popped by my desk.

  “Who ya talking to? I can hear your phone going off from my desk!” I quickly laid my phone flat on the desk, so the screen wasn’t showing and laughed nervously. “Is it a guy?”

  Rachelle wiggled her eyebrows at me.

  “Well, if you must know, yes. I am seeing a guy,” I admitted. Rachelle gasped.

  “OMG! How come you didn’t tell me last night?! This is major news! You’re first boyfriend!”

  “He’s not really my boyfriend…yet. We are just seeing each other.”

  “Okay, my bad. What’s he like?! Spill all the details!”

  “Well, he’s super alpha.”

  “And?!”

  “And I love being around him. There’s nothing more to it! I don’t want to tell you too much about him in case it doesn’t work out.”

  “Stella, lunch. Rachelle, I need you back at your desk.” Our supervisor passed by my cubicle and Rachelle immediately started walking towards her desk.

  “You’re not getting away with this, Stella! I want those details!”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I laughed, but inside, I was hyperventilating. I wasn’t sure how long I could hide from Rachelle. Sooner or later, we were going to have to tell her. I just still wasn’t ready.

  My phone buzzed, and I guessed Anthony was getting impatient waiting for my text back.

  Call me. Now.

  He was lucky I was on my lunch break. I dialed his number as I grabbed my bag and started the head out of the office.

  “Hey, what’s up?”