My Best Friend's Dad

by Bella Winters

  I pulled my hand free from her body and locked eyes with Molly, licking her sweet juices off my fingers. Then I offered my hand to her.

  “It would be really sexy if you licked your pussy juices off my fingers,” I said, pushing my fingers in her mouth. Molly sucked obediently, licking my fingers clean. The sensation was heavenly, and soon my orgasm washed over me like a powerful wave.

  “God,” I grunted again, closing my eyes and thrusting hard inside of Molly’s pussy. My cock trembled and pulsed, and I felt hot cum gush into the latex. The sensations felt even more incredible than usual, and I could hardly breathe as the last of my cum drained from my still-hard cock.

  Pulling away from Molly, I wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock to keep the condom securely fastened. As soon as my cock was out of her, I pulled it off and tossed it to the floor.

  Molly was still gasping for breath, her belly shaking as she lay on the bed.

  I grinned. “That was just the beginning,” I said with a smirk as I pulled on my boxers and jeans. “Just wait till I take you up the ass.”

  Molly’s cheeks flushed the most delicious shade of red I’d ever seen.

  Chapter Eight

  Molly

  I lay there, shaking and quivering. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done – I’d actually slept with my lifelong crush, Alex Travers.

  And now what was going to happen?

  Alex got dressed and left without another word. He whistled as he walked down the hall. I heard him open the fridge, then the clink of beer bottles. Then a few seconds later, the front door slammed shut.

  I thought my heart would never slow down to normal.

  The sex had been incredible. It had been better than movie sex, then all of the raunchiest sex I’d ever imagined. It had been better than romance books. And Alex himself…I shook my head in disbelief. The man was like a Greek god, with his perfect body and shining cap of blonde hair.

  And he’d slept with me. Not only had he slept with me, he’d given me an amazing orgasm. It was the first I’d ever had.

  I pulled the sheet over my naked body and trembled. What am I gonna tell Rebecca when she gets home, I wondered nervously. Should I be honest?

  Before I had much more time to think about what I’d say to my best friend, the front door opened and then banged shut.

  “Mol! I’m home!” Rebecca yelled. I heard the thump and rustle of plastic grocery bags as she set them down in the foyer. My stomach rumbled and I launched out of bed, pulling on my discarded clothes. I was still shaking and trembling by the time I was in the hall.

  “Molly? Are you okay?” Rebecca narrowed her eyes. “It’s not like you to stay in bed this late.”

  “I’m fine,” I said. I swallowed hard. “Um, I have something to tell you?”

  Rebecca wasn’t listening. She was searching through the grocery bags, frowning. “I swear I bought mustard,” she muttered. “Did they really forget to include it?”

  “Hey, I need to talk to you,” I said, clearing my throat.

  “Well, talk to me in the kitchen,” Rebecca said. “I got milk and it’s already warm.”

  I grabbed two of the closest bags and followed Rebecca into the kitchen. She was muttering under her breath as she rushed around, putting things away and slamming cabinet doors. When the bags were emptied and stuffed into the recycling, she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat down, heaving.

  “It’s so hot out there,” she said. “God, it’s like being in a swamp. Why the heck do they call this the Northeast if we’re always boiling during the summer?”

  I laughed nervously. “No idea,” I said, shaking my head.

  “So, what did you want to talk about?”

  I flushed hotly.

  Rebecca’s jaw dropped. “Something happened,” she said slyly. “With a boy. Am I right?”

  “More of a man, really,” I said softly. “But…yes.”

  “Well? Who?”

  “Your brother.” The words came out as a squeak and I cleared my throat. “Alex,” I said, swallowing again. “He came over here…about thirty minutes ago.”

  “Oh my gosh,” Rebecca said. She clapped a hand over her mouth. “Molly!”

  “And we, um…”

  “Well, tell me,” Rebecca said eagerly. “I want to know everything.”

  My cheeks burned as I recalled the intense, orgasmic sensations that had rocked my body like a powerful storm.

  “We slept together,” I said. “It was..”

  “Oh, god, I hope he wasn’t bad,” Rebecca said. She wrinkled her nose. “Did you have fun?”

  All I could do was nod. “Yeah,” I said. “It was…really good.”

  “Okay, like, I don’t want to know the super dirty details, he is my brother, after all,” Rebecca said. “But was he nice to you, at least? Like, not mean?”

  “He was…very instructive,” I said softly, clearing my throat.

  “Are you gonna do it again?”

  “I have no idea,” I said. “We didn’t really talk. I mean, he just left when it was over.”

  “Oh.” Rebecca frowned. “Are you okay with that?”

  “Yeah,” I said. I blushed and bit my lip. “I don’t really even know what we would talk about. We don’t have anything in common.”

  “You had good sex,” Rebecca said. She smirked. “I mean, that’s a thing, right?”

  “Rebecca, you know he sleeps with everyone. You said it yourself.”

  “Yeah, but…” Rebecca trailed off. “I don’t know, Mol.”

  “He was fine,” I said. “And if it happens again, cool. If not, I don’t know, maybe you were right. Maybe I will start to feel more confident, knowing I had such a good time.”

  Rebecca nodded. “That was exactly what I was thinking,” she said.

  “Well, thanks,” I said, leaning back against my chair. I sighed. “I can’t believe it, but I do really feel different,” I said.

  Rebecca nodded again. “Yeah, I felt that way, too. Like I had a secret, or something.”

  “It was different for you,” I said. “We were younger, I mean, most people were still virgins then.”

  Rebecca laughed. “Oh, Molly,” she said. “I don’t know about that. Most of the people I know lost their virginity in high school.”

  “Gosh, that feels like such a long time ago,” I said. “Can you believe we only graduated four years ago?”

  “No,” Rebecca said. She wrinkled her nose. “That makes me feel old.”

  “Me, too.”

  We lapsed into a comfortable silence and again, Alex drifted into my mind. Had he been serious when he said “next time”? Or was that just something he said to all the women he fucked? I blushed when I remembered his comment about my butt. I’d never even thought about having anal sex before, it had always seemed so dirty and weird!

  But I couldn’t lie – a part of me was intrigued at the thought of doing anything else with Alex…no matter how weird or strange it was.

  Chapter Nine

  Alex

  After popping Molly’s cherry, I had a triumphant grin that I couldn’t wipe off my face for close to a week. People noticed. The guys at the firehouse started giving me shit, teasing me, telling me that I was obviously in love. But that wasn’t it at all.

  I couldn’t explain it, but sex with Molly had felt different. I’d fucked a few fat girls in my day, but she’d been spectacular. As soon as her clothes were off, there was no self-consciousness. She opened up like a flower to me, and I’d loved every single fucking second of it.

  Most women weren’t like Molly. They were coy, they liked to play games. I’d fucked women who pretended to enjoy it, just because they wanted me to think they were some kind of porn star. And to be honest, while I’d thought that was pretty goddamn sexy at first, it got old after a while. I kept telling the girls I fucked to relax, to calm down, to just enjoy it. But it was like they didn’t even hear me.

  Rob told me that it was because I was int
imidating. He’d said that they only did that so I’d like them more. But I knew that was incredibly stupid – if they wanted me to like them more, why not just relax and enjoy sex like a normal person?

  I was convinced that I’d never understand women.

  For once, I was dying to know what was inside Molly’s head. After I’d left, what had she done? Laughed? Cried? Told my sister everything?

  Oh, god. I hadn’t even thought about what Rebecca would say. A smirk crept onto my lips as I imagined it – she’d probably greet me next time with a punch to the nose. Or would she be jealous that I’d fucked Molly and she’d never gotten the chance? While Rebecca had never admitted it, I’d always sworn that she was a dyke. She was just that kind of girl – the kind of girl who turns your balls to ice when she walks by. Rob said that was just because she was my sister, but I wasn’t entirely sure. I didn’t think it was normal for two girls to be as close as Rebecca and Molly were.

  Maybe they’re just shy, I thought charitably as I left the firehouse and set out for home. I’d just finished a fourteen-hour shift and I was exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to go home and flop into my bed, face-first into the pillows.

  I’d like to flop face-first into Molly’s pussy, I thought with a smirk. She still had so much to learn. If I ever got the chance to fuck her again, I was going to broaden her horizons with a little pussy-eating, maybe even a finger up that tight asshole of hers.

  God damn, just thinking about her was making me hard.

  I slowed to a stop outside of my apartment building before climbing out of my car and checking the mail. There was a girl there, trying to fit her key into one of the small, silver boxes. She was hot – tall, tanned, blonde, with long lean legs and a great perky chest.

  When she saw me, she looked guilty and flushed. My cock twitched – something about seeing a girl blush that always makes me hard.

  “You probably think I’m trying to break in and read someone’s mail,” she said, biting her pink lip. Before I could answer, she continued: “But I swear, I’m not. I just moved here, and I think they gave me the wrong key. It doesn’t even work!”

  I snickered. “I had the same thought, trust me,” I said smoothly, stepping forward. “I’m Alex, by the way. What’s your name?”

  “Hannah.”

  “Nice to meet you.” I flashed her a wolfish smile and gestured toward her keys. I smirked at the sight of a Delta Delta Delta keychain. “May I?”

  Hannah nodded. “Good luck,” she said. “I’ve been trying for over ten minutes. I can’t imagine what’s in there!”

  I snickered. “We can find out together,” I said smoothly. To my delight, the key slid smoothly into the lock and I turned it with the flick of a wrist.

  “Oh my gosh,” Hannah gasped. “I can’t believe you did it!” Her blue eyes were shining with happiness. “Thank you so much!”

  I laughed. It was always so easy to make chicks happy.

  “No problem,” I said, passing her keys back to her. “So, you’re a sorority girl, huh? What’re you doing here, instead of campus?”

  Hannah flushed, but she didn’t look happy. “It’s stupid,” she said with a sigh. “I went on a date with this guy, and I had no idea, but he’d actually gone out with my Big the year before…and apparently it didn’t end well. She threw me out of the house.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, your Big?”

  Hannah’s blush deepened and I admired the graceful curve of her cheekbones.

  “My big sister,” she explained. “I’m her Little, that’s how sororities work. She took me under her wing when I pledged.”

  “Ah,” I said, stroking my chin. “Well, going on a date with someone who had dumped your friend doesn’t sound very wise.”

  “I didn’t know, I swear!” Hannah exclaimed. She jumped and I watched her tits bounce. “I swear, I’m not a bad person.” She shook her blonde curls and sighed unhappily. “I know I sound like a real bitch, but the funny thing is, I didn’t even like the guy. He’s just in our matching frat, and everyone thought it would be a good idea.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Well, maybe it would be better to date people outside of that frat,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Frat boys are beastly.” I smirked. “I should know. I was Sigma Chi.”

  “Oh my gosh,” Hannah said, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, that’s not too bad. You should really see our campus. It’s awful,” she added.

  “Are you free later?”

  Hannah smiled and bit her lip. “You mean tonight?”

  “Well, yeah,” I said, leaning in close and smirking. “Unless you have plans to break another one of your sisters’ hearts.”

  “Oh my gosh, no!”

  “Then come to dinner with me,” I said. “You’ll have fun, I promise. I’m a firefighter, by the way,” I added casually, knowing how much chicks loved hearing that. “So I need to eat a lot of protein.”

  “I’m on the gymnastics team,” Hannah said proudly. “So I eat protein, too.”

  I made a show of looking over her tight, taut body. “I can tell,” I said. “Seven-thirty sound good?”

  Hannah nodded. “Yes, please,” she said. She bit her lip. “I’m in 4-C,” she added.

  I smirked and waved my hand jauntily through the air before whistling my way into my apartment. Hannah seemed like the perfect antidote to my growing obsession with Molly. After all, there was no way I could ever do anything with Molly other than fuck her. Rob and the other guys would give me shit for years if they saw me out with a whale like her.

  But Hannah fit the bill perfectly.

  I took a nap, then a long shower. I jacked off in the shower, trying to imagine Hannah’s face. But Molly kept popping into my head, and I wound up coming with the thought of her lips wrapped around my pulsing member.

  I waited until ten minutes after seven-thirty before going to Hannah’s apartment. I did that often – making chicks wait just a little bit made them want me more. Sure enough, Hannah opened the door in a little black dress that pushed her tits together and make them look luscious. She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at me.

  “Wanna come in for a drink first?” Hannah giggled. “I’m always hungrier after a glass of wine or two.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Is that true? Should I keep a bottle by the bed?”

  Hannah flushed, but she laughed, too. “You’re bad,” she said playfully, stepping away from the door. Her feet were strapped into high heels that made her almost as tall as me. Her legs were lean and graceful – she moved almost like a doe or a gazelle.

  “What’ll you have?” Hannah called from the kitchen. Her apartment was mostly unfurnished, but very young and girly. Like Molly’s bedroom, I thought. Shit. Stop thinking about her! You’re with the next Playboy Bunny of the Month!

  “Beer is fine, whatever you have,” I replied, sinking down onto the cream leather couch.

  Hannah came back with a seductive smile on her face and a frosty mug of beer. In the other hand, she held a glass of white wine. She sat down next to her, her tan thigh brushing against my pants.

  “Thanks for asking me out,” Hannah said. “I have a feeling I’m going to be like, totally blacklisted from the university.”

  I laughed. “How old are you, anyway?”

  “Twenty-one.”

  I smiled. “I’m sure you’ll be fine,” I said.

  “I hope so,” Hannah said. She stared at me for a long time and licked her lips. I knew she wanted me to kiss her, and the same thrill of the chase flared inside of me. But it wasn’t like it had been with Molly. Hannah was still guarded, she wasn’t showing me her true self. She was playful, coy, dressed to the nines and covered with makeup.

  Strangely, I wasn’t attracted to her at all.

  What’s wrong with me, I wondered as I drank my cold beer. Normally I’d be all over a hot piece of ass like her, she’s practically throwing herself at me.

  “So,” Hannah said. She licked her lips again. “You’re a
firefighter, right? That’s brave,” she added. “My older brother volunteers, but he wants to be an EMT when he gets out of school.”

  I nodded, trying to look both humble and gifted at the same time. “As soon as I killed my first fire, I knew it was the only thing for me,” I said archly. “It’s like it’s in my blood.”

  Hannah leaned closer and I smelled a sweet, girlish waft of perfume. She stroked a finger down the side of my arm, batting her mascara-coated lashes.

  “I think it’s really sexy that you put yourself in danger like that,” Hannah purred. “Most guys are such wimps, it’s like they don’t even like going to the doctor!”

  I laughed. “I do hate the dentist,” I said. “Fucker never uses enough painkillers.”

  “Oh,” Hannah said in a pouty voice. “Poor little Alex,” she added, leaning closer. She was so close I could have licked the tip of her nose. “I bet I could make you feel good,” she added throatily.

  I didn’t reply. Hannah closed her eyes and kissed me, puckering her lips to mine. She licked my lips with the tip of her tongue and moaned when I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. It felt pleasant, but nothing inside of me was raging, nothing was aching.