Falling for Dad's Best Friend

by Scott, Gigi

  Frank stares at me with his smoldering eyes, but he says nothing.

  I slowly reach my hand to his bulge. When I grasp it and stroke it, I hear a faint groan. I run my hand over the hard ridge over and over, feeling it turn even harder and bigger. It looks like his zipper will break soon.

  “Does it hurt when it gets so big?” I ask him innocently.

  “Hell yes,” he mumbles in a hoarse voice.

  “What do you usually do when it happens?” I ask, remembering what I heard last night.

  He chuckles. “Do you want me to show you how I take care myself?”

  “No,” I say. “I want you to teach me how to do it.”

  “Holy hell,” he mutters. “You’ll be the death of me.”

  “Or the life of you?” I say playfully.

  He shakes his head. “I’ll tell you what to do, you little saucy girl. Unzip me!”

  I move to kneel between Frank’s legs and unzip his fly, and then I stroke his erection under the soft cotton of his briefs. I squeeze it a bit just to make him groan louder.

  “Fuck, you don’t need any instructions, do you?”

  “I do,” I say. “What should I do next?”

  He tugs at the waistband of his briefs playfully.

  I reach to help him out, but he grabs my hand. “Use your teeth.”

  My mouth hangs open for a second. That sounds like a challenge. I glance at him, trying to decide how serious he is.

  He wriggles his eyebrows as if daring me.

  “I wouldn’t be responsible if I accidently bit you,” I say.

  He shrugs.

  I bite the waistband between my teeth and yank it down. I have a bit of trouble getting it past his erection, but I manage by pressing his bulge down with my chin. My nose rubs against the tip of his cock as soon as it’s free. The musky scent sends excitement through me.

  Frank is breathing heavily and he raises his hips as if trying to fuck my face. When I pull the waistband down to his balls, he wriggles in his seat and pulls the briefs down to his hips.

  I gasp as I see the full length of his beautiful, hard rod. It’s slightly purple, and it has veins running through its shaft. I put my hand on it gingerly, and it twitches.

  “Harder,” he commands.

  I grip it firmly, and move my hand up and down, liking the novel sensation of rubbing a layer of slick skin over a thick bone. Frank groans. “Faster.”

  I speed up immediately, squeezing him hard while pumping vigorously up and down. Soon my hand feels sore and I slow down. “Don’t fucking stop,” he growls.

  I switch to my left hand first, and then both hands, watching his balls inflate and his cock thickens. I peek up at him from time to time, to see how much he enjoys it.

  This is my first hand job, and it isn’t as easy as I thought, but I like it because I’m in control. I’m the captain at the moment. I deliberately slow down a bit, just to see the frustration on his face.

  When he urges me to go on, I let go of his dick, rest my chin on his lap, and lift my eyebrows at him.

  “You little wicked girl,” he mutters between his teeth and grips his hard on.

  “No!” I hold his hand and pry his fingers open.

  When he won’t let go, I put my mouth on his crown and suck it hard.

  “Fuck!” He groans and loosens his grasp.

  I sink my mouth down as soon as his hand moves away. My lips stretch to accommodate his thick, pulsing flesh. My jaw clicks but I don’t mind. The head of his cock rubs against the inside of my mouth and my tongue. It tastes salty and sweet. I bob my head up and down, but mostly Frank thrusts into me, making it easy.

  It’s my first blow job as well and I’m loving it. My saliva coats his cock thoroughly and I’m slobbering.

  “I’m going to explode in your mouth soon,” Frank groans as he slides down the seat and keeps fucking my mouth. His hands cup my face, pulling me to him as he thrusts, treating me like a blow job toy.

  Suddenly we hear the sound of a motor coming our way.

  “Holy shit!” Frank stills for a moment, and then he grabs the blanket I dropped on the floor earlier.

  He covers me with the blanket and presses my head down. “Don’t move,” he says.

  The sound of motor gets louder and I hear a man’s voice speaking, “Hey buddy, seen any salmon around here?”

  “No,” Frank answers. “Only beavers.”

  A woman laughs. “It’s so cute! Move closer, Sam. I want to take a picture!”

  From what I can hear, the boat stops right next to ours.

  Damn. It looks like they won’t be moving away soon. I still have Frank’s wood in my mouth, and it’s sagging a bit. No! I can’t let my first blow job turn to ashes.

  I move discreetly and slowly, Frank’s cock jolts right away and returns to its full length. “Stop it,” he hisses and pushes my head over the blanket.

  I grip onto his thighs and continue with my clandestine blow job. I scratch his balls, too. Frank groans softly, but instead of pushing me away, he pushes my head down this time.

  “Ohmygod!” the woman squeals. “It’s got a wood between its teeth!”

  This inspires me. I scrape my teeth on Frank’s shaft, and it pulses.

  His breath hitches as his hips tighten. I focus on his tip and suck it hard, my hands squeezing his base. His dick throbs violently and shoots a hot jet of cream into my mouth.

  “Fuck!” He whispers as he grabs my shoulders tightly and empties into me.

  I swallow greedily. This is the first time I’ve ever tasted a man’s juice. I’ve heard it’s nutritious but didn’t expect it to be so tasty as well.

  “Okay, we’ve got to get going. Sorry to interrupt your meditation!” the man says to Frank before they continue upstream.

  When Frank yanks the blanket off, I peer up, still holding his half-wilted dick in my mouth.

  “Holy fuck, Meg, you naughty beaver. That was a world-class blow job!” he says with his sexy low voice.

  I grin at the compliment and try to stand up, but my legs are numb from kneeling too long.

  Frank lifts me and holds me on his lap.

  “I’m a fast learner, aren’t I?” I ask proudly.

  “Yes, you saucy little minx,” he kisses me and caresses my thigh.

  “Are you going to pop my cherry?”

  “Yes, but not here, and not now,” he says as his hands travels up to my back. “I don’t want any more distractions. Besides, I’m going to enjoy every morsel of you, honey, a full course.”

  I shiver at the possibilities. “What’re you going to do to me?”

  “I’m going to start with licking your naughty bit,” he says, his sparkling green eyes a reflection of the river surrounding us. His hand slides into my shorts, gliding along my folds. “And then I’ll fuck your pussy in as many ways and as much time it takes until it’s senseless, and if you still had a breath left, I’d claim your ass too.”

  “Oh, my God!” I gasp as my belly clenches and a river of desire rushes down onto my panties.

  “But for that to happen, sugar, we both need to eat first,” he says with a smirk and places me back into my seat.

  “Yes, captain!” I say, thrilled by the adventures ahead of me.

  Instead of going up to Redding as planned, we turn around and go down to the metro area. Frank orders a to-go lunch at a Mexican restaurant and we eat in the boat. By the time we get home it’s four in the afternoon. We haven’t even gotten to the front door when Penny sticks her head out of her door. “Frank, do you have a minute? I need your help with my kitchen sink. My old plumber isn’t available.”

  “Sure I’ll take a look,” Frank says and hands me the keys.

  I’m disappointed but I try not to pout. I still don’t know for sure what their relationship is, but Penny is at least Frank’s neighbor. “Don’t forget social distancing,” I remind him in a whisper.

  He winks at me. “Don’t be naughty without me.”

  I did my homework
while waiting for Frank to come home. Two hours later I’ve not only finished my homework but also had next week’s reading done ahead of time. It’s past six, but I’m still alone. I want to go over to Penny’s unit and check on them, but I control my impulse and watch funny videos on YouTube instead. My phone rings when I’m laughing over a cat diving. I pick it up as soon as I see Josh’s name.

  “Hi Josh. What’s up?”

  “Nothing,” Josh answers with a yawn, looking sleepy. “I just got up from a nap.”

  I laugh. “A nap at this time of the day? You aren’t gonna sleep tonight.”

  “I know, babe,” he says. “This quarantine thing really messes me up. I now sleep during the days and stay awake at night. I don’t even want to do my homework.”

  “That’s not good,” I advise him. “You still need to pass your classes.”

  “I know,” he says. “I miss school.”

  I giggle. “That’s news. You hated school.”

  “What did you do today?”

  “I went to a boat trip with Frank.”

  Josh pauses. “Your old man’s friend? Was it fun?”

  Oh, you have no idea, Josh. ‘Yes, we saw some beavers.”

  “Beavers are disgusting,” Josh says. “They chew down trees.”

  “You wouldn’t say it if you saw them. They’re cute,” I say with an urge to defend my new favorite animal.

  I take the pen lying on the desk and hold it horizontally between my teeth, mimicking a beaver chewing wood.

  I was hoping Josh would laugh, but he doesn’t. In fact, he isn’t looking at my mouth. He’s staring down and his mouth opens.

  “Hot damn, what’re you wearing, babe? Are those Nippies?”

  Oops, I quickly tilt the phone up so he can’t gawk at me. I’m wearing the same shirt I wore this morning, but unbuttoned because it was warm in my room.

  “Please, Meg, let me see them again,” Josh begs. “They’re pretty.”

  “No,” I say, blushing.

  “Please, Meg. Let me see you just once,” he says, his voice turning husky. “You don’t know how boring it is to be home every day, facing no one but my old man.”

  Josh’s mom is a nurse who still works every day.

  “Mm, I don’t know, Josh. Why don’t you just browse online? There’re lots of free pictures of naked women.”

  “I know, Meg, but they aren’t as beautiful as you!”

  I hesitate a moment longer, and then I let my vanity get the better of me. I tilt the phone toward my breasts.

  “Holy crap,” Josh’s eyes bulge and he swallows. “They’re spectacular, Meg. Are they real?”

  “Of course they’re real, you jerk!” I say, moving my phone up. “You’d better study now. And don’t call me every day.”

  “What? You’re too busy playing with your sugar daddy?”

  “Shut up!” I end the call and stand up.

  As soon as I turn, I shriek. Frank is standing at the door of my bedroom, his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches.

  “Hi, Frank!” I say with a trembling voice. “I’m sorry, I…err… didn’t know you were back.”

  “Is that your boyfriend?” he asks.

  “No! I don’t have a boyfriend. He’s just a friend.”

  “You show your tits to all your friends?”

  “No! I… err… didn’t intend to, he…err…talked me into it.”

  “It didn’t seem difficult to convince you.”

  Shit. “Please Frank, don’t be mad! I promise I won’t do it again.”

  “What does it matter I’m mad or not? I’m not your sugar daddy.”

  “I’m sorry, Frank. Josh is… just a bit jealous,” I stop talking. I’m not making things better.

  “Button up your shirt. We’re going to Penny’s house for dinner.”

  What? “What about our…err… what you promised me in the boat?”

  “I didn’t promise you anything, you little slut,” Frank says, turning away.

  Tears of shame run down my cheeks. “Do I have to go?” I mumble.

  “No, you don’t have to,” he says without turning to look at me. “You’d probably rather strip for your friend over the phone.”

  “I was not stripping, and I was wearing Nippies,” I mumble, as if it would make any difference.

  I go with Frank to the dinner, hoping he would stop being mad at me. It turns out to be a mistake, because all I get to see is Penny flirting with Frank. She calls him honey, love, handsome, etc., and keeps reminding him how long they’ve known each other, and how much he feels like family to her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she asked him to marry her in front of me. Frank doesn’t really play along, but he doesn’t stop her either. Rather, he seems to enjoy having her attention, or enjoy getting back at me.

  I compose myself the best I can, pretending I enjoy the Thai to-go even though it’s way too spicy for me.

  I stay after dinner when the two of them drink, determined to be a third wheel and not to give Penny any chance to seduce Frank.

  Finally, at about nine o’clock, Penny yawns. “Oh, Frank, thank you so much for your help.”

  “Don’t mention it. It’s what neighbors are for. Thanks for the dinner, Penny,” Frank says as he gets up.

  I spring to my feet and follow him to the door.

  Before letting us out of her sight, Penny says, “We should get together oftener. I’m going nuts living by myself every day. It’s good to have company. Don’t you think?”

  “Sure,” Frank says as we finally get out of her house.

  We don’t speak a word to each other as we return to Frank’s unit.

  Frank shuts the door and goes straight to his bedroom. Soon I hear water running and I know he’s showering.

  I sit on the living room couch, biting my lip and hating myself. Why on earth did I flirt with Josh? Frank’s right, I am a slut!

  As I’m moping, my phone rings. I look it up. It’s my dad.

  “Hi Dad!” I say, trying to sound cheerful.

  “Megan, how’s my sweetie pie?”

  My dad’s voice sounds so comforting that I forget my chagrin right away. “I’m fine, Dad.”

  “How’s Frank? Is he home?”

  “He’s showering,” I say. And he’s mad.

  “Listen, sweetie, I fixed my car today.”

  “You did?” I say, trying to sound excited. “That’s great.”

  “Yep, with the help of our neighbor Mario. I’ll come pick you up tomorrow.”

  So soon? “Oh, thanks! What time will you be here?”

  “I don’t know. It takes ten hours’ drive, so I guess if I get out of our house at seven in the morning, I’ll be there at around five in the afternoon.”

  “I can’t wait to see you, Dad,” I say, sniffling.

  “Are you okay, Meg? You sound strange.”

  “I’m fine, Dad. It’s just a bit of running nose.”

  “Running nose?” Dad sounds worried. “It’s not the virus, is it?”

  “No! I’m fine, really. Don’t worry, Dad.”

  “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

  Just then I see Frank coming down the stairs. “Wait, Dad, Frank is here. Do you want to speak to him?”

  “Yes. Hand him the phone.”

  I give Frank the phone and watch him speaking to my dad for a moment.

  He’s wearing a clean t-shirt and a pair of sweat shorts. His hair is damp, and he smells shaving cream and shampoo. I want so much to hold him and bury my nose in his neck, but I don’t dare. I watch him sit down onto the couch next to me and cross his legs. He chuckles as he speaks to my dad, but he doesn’t look at me at all.

  My dad must be apologizing on my behalf, because Frank says, “It’s a pleasure, John. Meg is a good girl. I love having her here.”

  Hypocrite. I glance at him, but he doesn’t look at me.

  They change the topic to the pandemic. After a moment, I stand up and go to my room. I need a shower, too.

  I cry when I�
��m taking the shower. Tomorrow my dad will be here, and then I’ll go home with him. I don’t know when I’ll see Frank again. Most likely never. What happened between us yesterday and today feel like a dream, sudden, swift, and sweet. Although I ruined it at the end, I’ll still cherish it. I don’t think I’ll ever forget Frank, and my crush for him will never be fulfilled. But I was so close! Damn.

  Suddenly, regret fills me and frustration rages through me. Why was I so stupid? The pressure in my chest is so unbearable it feels like I’ll explode, and I scream my lungs out.

  I feel so much better instantly. It’s a technique I learn from a stress management workshop.

  I’m taking a deep breath when the bathroom door flings open and I hear Frank’s voice, “Are you all right, Megan?”

  Oops. I didn’t know I screamed that loud. I thought the expensive house had better sound-proof structures.

  While I’m regretting my impulse, he asks again, “Megan? What happened?”

  Suddenly I get an idea. Damn. This is perfect.

  I quickly open the shower door and throw myself in his arms. “Someone is at the window…maybe it’s a raccoon.”

  Frank’s dick jolts as he holds my wet body. “It can’t be. It’s the second floor and we don’t have trees around,” he says in a hoarse voice.

  “I guess I’m being paranoid,” I say, circling his neck with my arms and pressing my wet body against him. “Oh Frank, I think it must be because of the movie we watched last night.”

  He chuckles. “Are you sure? It’s been a whole day.”

  “Can you stay here until I finish, please?” I say, pulling away from him.

  “Sure.” His pupils dilate as he stares at my naked body.

  I go back to the shower tub slowly, close the glass door and resume the shower. I turn to face Frank when I soap my breasts, and turn around when I wash my back. I rinse off the fog on the shower door so he gets a clear view.

  I know he’s watching me because I’m watching him. He doesn’t stir, probably not even blink.

  I lean against the wall and spread my legs, holding the shower head and letting it rinse me down there.

  I run my finger up and down my folds, and I close my eyes and moan.