by Izzy Slam
“Uggh. Every muscle in my body is on fire, and I’m exhausted. But otherwise I’m peachy. I only have a minute to talk because we’re supposed to have this team meeting in about fifteen minutes. But at least I get to sit down and drink some tea with that. I just wanted to check in with you two briefly. How are you? And how is Sutton?”
“I’m fine, sweetheart, and Sutton is, too. We miss you.”
I see something flicker across Sutton’s face, but then she turns her back to me again and leans over her bowl of noodles.
“Oh Gaahhhhd. I miss you too. Both of you. These next two weeks are going to be brutal, but at least I know that Sutton is in good hands. Have you shown her Mr. Squiggles?”
I chuckle. Mr. Squiggles is my silly alter ego, based on a cartoon that Autumn used to watch. I basically scrunch my face up and cross my eyes and talk in a weird voice. I came up with him when Autumn was six and her pet hamster died. She went from crying to laughing in less than two seconds.
“I don’t think she’s quite ready for Mr. Squiggles.”
Autumn giggles. “Oh, I don’t think anyone is ever ready for Mr. Squiggles. That’s kind of the point isn’t it?”
“I suppose. Look, Sutton and I are just eating supper. Would you like to say hi before you have to hang up?”
“Yes! And I love you, Dad. I’ll call again later this week.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. Work hard but make sure you take care of yourself and get plenty of rest.”
“I will.”
I pass the phone to Sutton and she looks at me with a forlorn look. I’m not sure what message we just silently exchanged with each other. I only know it’s accompanied with a lot of guilt.
“Girl, hey.”
I contemplate leaving her alone so they can chat privately, but then I realize that’s silly. I sit down and work on my noodles as they have what sounds like mostly small talk. Sutton says, “Oh my God,” and “You’re kidding,” and “That’s insane,” a lot.
But then she looks my way and offers a tight smile. “Yes. He’s great.” And then, “I love you and miss you too.”
When Sutton ends the call and slides my phone across the table, I have the strongest urge to pull her into my arms. But instead, I just ask her if she’s okay.
“Oh yeah, fine. I just, you know, miss her and all.” The way she shoves her noodles around her bowl makes me sad.
I put my hand across the table, palm up. “I miss her too. And completely unrelated, I’m really glad you’re here.”
She hesitates, then laces her fingers in mine. Her eyes are heavy as she smiles at me. “I’m really glad I’m here too.”
What the hell am I going to do when Autumn finds out about us?
Because I already know I can’t deal with keeping this a secret.
Sutton
After dinner, Max takes me to the store to get some thank you cards. I want to spend some time this summer writing thank-yous to everyone who came to my parents’ funeral and spent some extra time helping gather all the flowers and clean up after the family visitation. My stomach is in knots thinking about it, but I know I don’t have to rush to get them out this right away. I’ll take my time, maybe just do them in batches a few days a week.
After that, he drives me around town to show me where everything is. “Just in case you want to take Autumn’s car somewhere. Or mine if I’m here. I don’t want you to feel stuck inside. Or trapped here with no way to get around.”
“Thanks, that’s generous of you. But you do know I don’t have a license, right?”
He rubs his chin for a second. “Uh, no.”
Suddenly I feel like a burden. “Thank God for Uber, right?”
“Uber is good if I’m working. But I still want to take you places, okay?” Max slides his hand across the seat and points his gaze at me. “I want to take care of you.”
Warm bubbles tickle my insides. Yesterday, I would have been resistant to hearing that. But today, it feels good. I clasp his fingers in mine. “I’d like that.”
On the way home, he stops at a video rental kiosk and checks out a few movies, and even though it’s a little late when we get home, he slides one of the DVDs into the player. Zoning out with a romcom sounds pretty good, so I curl up next to him on the couch.
We’re not thirty minutes into the movie when he turns me to face him and hypnotizes me with a stare. I feel like he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t. He just falls into kissing me, parting my lips so softly and delicately with his tongue that my belly quivers.
His hands roam over my curves and I’m suddenly on fire.
“I don’t know why I started this movie when all I want to do is take you to bed.”
I bite my lip and smile. “That actually sounds like a good idea.”
I follow him down the hall, stopping in the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I get to his room, he’s pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He sets his phone on the bedside table, and I look around his room, remembering how once upon a time Autumn’s parents’ room was off limits.
Now, I’m being invited in, and for all the dirtiest reasons. My body hums with this energy I can’t explain. I feel like I’m standing on the threshold to womanhood, and my best friend’s Dad is about to guide me there.
In his blue jeans, Max sits on the bed and motions me over.
My nerves are on edge, and I don’t know why I’m so nervous about giving up my virginity.
I go to him and he opens his legs, pulling me between them and unbuttoning my shorts. They fall to the floor, leaving me in my simple white cotton panties. He gropes my rear and glides his hands up the front of my thin shirt, letting a low rumble release from his throat when he finds my breasts.
“Sutton,” he mutters, “everything about you is so sexy, so perfect.”
A tingle forms between my legs as he fondles my nipples. I glance down and see the movement of his hand under my shirt, and it arouses a deep part of me. When he pushes up the bottom of my shirt I know he’s eager to get me naked, so I peel off my top and toss it aside. And since I wasn’t wearing a bra, Max’s eyes flicker as he gets a glimpse of my pert breasts and what he’s done to make my nipples hard.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “You’re making me so hard, baby.”
His hands move to my lower back and he pulls me to him, kissing my nipples and flicking them gently with his tongue. My pussy clenches, and my panties become wet as the heat builds between my legs. He looks up at me, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, feeling the urge to grind my entire body against his.
He holds my breasts and kisses them so tenderly I feel my legs start to quake. But then he slips his thumbs inside the waist of my panties and slides them down my legs, and I tremble even more.
I finish pushing them to the floor and kick them aside as Max lies across the bed, still in his jeans. His erection is huge, impossible to miss. “Get up here and ride me, baby. Make Daddy’s dick even harder than it is.”
My blood runs so hot at his words. I crawl over him and straddle his waist, my pussy hovering over the enormous tent in his jeans. He cups my ass, and I put my hands on his. “Like this, Daddy?”
He growls and ruts his hip upward, forcing his hardness into the softness of my swollen lips. “Oh fuck. Yes, baby. Just like that. Now lean down here and kiss me.”
I lower my body to him. I feel the warmth of his chest, and he fists my hair as our tongues get tangled in a sensual kiss. His other hand is pressed to my rear, fingers digging hard into my flesh as he starts grinding against my pussy.
I feel the twitch and throb of his cock against my wet folds, and I find myself aching all the way to my core. With no shame, I rub myself against him, causing more and more growls to climb up his throat.
I’m dizzy with need, masturbating against his hard cock as he imprisons me to him by gripping my ass tightly. And I can feel my juices flowing freely, probably soaking his jeans.
“Ah, baby, you’re drenching me with that pussy,�
� he groans. “You gonna come for me?”
I moan, rubbing myself against his steely hardness and working my clit over a little bump of denim.
“Yes,” I huff.
The pressure builds, and he drags his fingers up my spine, then grips my hair in both hands, tugging my head up to expose my neck. “Then come for me, baby. Rub that sweet pussy on Daddy’s dick until you come.”
Everything seems so bright, so blurry, but I can feel him watching me, watching my face as if he’s taking just as much pleasure in this as I am.
I clench my ass over and over, wiggling and grinding against him like a crazed and horny, uncontrollable little slut. And what really sends me over the edge is that I can feel him grinding back, lifting his hips and bumping his cock into my sopping slit. The pressure builds and I finally come, my body jerking and shivering as I soak his jeans in my desire.
I cry out as my pussy thumps, and Max’s groans of pleasure as he fists my hair tighter make my blood run hot. My orgasm is hard and long, and it forces my nipples to crinkle into little points, and my flesh to pimple as the bliss washes over me.
I finally start to catch my breath when Max rolls me over onto my back. He leaves a trail of kisses down the front of me, then stands up and unzips his jeans. There’s a huge wet spot there, and the look of pride on his face as he rubs it against his palm is about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
He removes his underwear, and I watch his manhood bob, clear fluid bubbling from the tip. After getting a condom from the bedside table, he fists it down his length and kneels on the bed, tossing my ankles on his shoulder and spearing my gash with his cock.
My heart drums as he enters me slowly, deeply, and completely. My walls tighten, gripping his girth as he lowers his body on top of mine.
And from there I’m lost in a sea of new feelings.
Max pumps his length in and out of me, pushing up on his arms and finding that one spot that makes my toes curl. And then he ruts over and over until I come again. His voice rumbles in my ear as he lies back on top of me again, and my arms and legs wrap around his body once again, like ribbon around a gift.
Everything he does, every angle with which he fucks me, makes my body come alive. If I thought this was only going to be a physical experience, I was wrong. He fucks me hard and deep, and the way it feels taps into some part of my brain that unleashes all these emotions and sensations. It’s as though he knows just what to do to make me crumble.
I burrow my face in his neck and my body shudders as I come again, and then there’s the release of a low groan as he does the same. He grinds into me, pushing up on his hands once again and scanning my face, my breasts. And I feel the spill of his cock from between my legs as he finishes.
His flops, breathless, on top of me, and I run my fingers through his hair, wanting to freeze this moment.
Max
She sleeps with me. She had her reservations last night, and when I asked her why, she said she didn’t want to keep me awake because she tosses and turns a lot.
I told her that a girl shouldn’t be alone the night that she gives up her virginity. And there’s absolutely no reason for her to worry about kicking my shins or some shit.
So when I wake up at the ass crack of dawn and there’s a gorgeous girl lying next to me, whose ass crack is literally wedged against my cock, there is no mystery as to what comes next.
But before the “what comes next,” I take a few moments to breathe her in, to feel her body warmth, to enjoy the way she makes me feel. My fingers lightly graze over her smooth skin, and my heart warms. I don’t know what this is that I’m feeling for her, but whatever it is, I didn’t expect it.
My hand roams down her hip, and my cock stirs. And when I hear her soft little whimper and feel her stir against me, I’m ready to go. I need to reach around her and get a condom from the drawer, but before I can do that, she rolls over and mumbles a good morning.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I tell her, brushing some of her tangled hair aside.
She throws her arm over my shoulder and stretches, and I move in to kiss her neck. She smells and tastes both a little salty and sweet, and as my cock pulses, it lightly bumps against her belly. I grip her naked ass and squeeze.
“Mmm, I need to be inside of you, pronto.”
She shows me this evil smirk, then shimmies under the covers. You don’t ever need to ask a girl what she’s doing when she sneaks under the covers naked. You just thank your lucky stars.
Her fingers grip me, and then her lips wrap around my crown, and my balls are suddenly leaden with come. My throat vibrates as I groan, and I run my fingers through her hair.
Fuck. She uses her mouth on me in the most delicious way. Teasing, flicking, and attempting to pull my spunk from my sack lick by lick. And it isn’t just her technique that’s getting me so riled up. It’s the fact that it’s her. It’s just all Sutton, and how damningly sexy she is.
“Ah, baby, you’re so good…” I groan, pushing the sheets down so I can watch her, study her, memorize how fucking perfect she is.
I hold her hair up and watch my cock sink into her mouth. My length turns to steel, and my balls quiver. Little bursts of pre-cum are pulsing out, and the moment I try to shove myself to the back of her throat and give her all I’ve got, she releases me from her perfect mouth and climbs on top of me, straddling my waist.
“Baby. I need to get some protection,” I tell her, wrapping my hands around her tits.
God, my scrotum is painfully heavy because this girl has given me blue balls with a fucking blow job. I need to release so badly I can feel it right there.
She grips the base of my shaft and angles it at her pussy. “Just a few little pushes. Please? I want to feel you.”
My dick spurts out more pre-cum as the head of my shaft spears her gash. Her slick walls slide halfway down, and I pinch her nipples, groaning uncontrollably.
Tell her no, the voice in my head says.
But she’s right. Just a few little pushes inside of her, and I’ll pull out and put a condom on. It would feel so good to be inside of her with nothing between us. Just hard flesh to tight, wet flesh.
“Unnnhhhhhhhh,” she moans, sliding further down my length as her lips part.
She presses her fingers into my lower abs, and all I can see are her tight pink nipples, curled into points on the tips of her breasts.
And all I can feel is her slick walls gripping the fuck out of me.
And all I can do is grip her hips and push her all the way down, sinking balls deep inside of her womanhood as all the air escapes both our lungs.
She falls forward and starts ramming her pelvis up and down, and my plans go to shit. I grab a hold of her ass and end up fucking encouraging her, slapping her ass a few times as her walls grow tight and clench me repeatedly.
“Oh fuck. I’m coming,” she grits out, her hair falling into my face.
And just hearing her announcement tugs the come right out of me. My length throbs and I growl loud enough to wake the dead, shooting so much inside of her I can feel it leaking out and down my sack.
“Sutton, my God…” You’d think at this point I’d pull out to be safe. But no. I end up holding her ass down and emptying as deep inside of her as I can. She feels so damn good on me. And I love the way I feel inside of her.
I must be nuts for letting that happen. I’ve always prided myself on being ultra-responsible, for taking extra precautions. But what I’ve just done…
“Baby, you okay?” I ask when she collapses on my chest.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “More than okay.”
She giggles and looks at me, and I push her hair aside and kiss her, tongue and all. And we lie like that for long enough that I lose track of time.
After we’ve showered and had a bite to eat, I take her to my office and let her meet some of the other realtors I work with. And then from there, we go shopping for her to get some new summer clothes. She spends most of her time in this small bout
ique with a unisex dressing room, and every time she comes out to look in the three-way mirror, I can’t help but lick her from head to toe with my eyes, wondering what I did to got so lucky.
And every time I think about how lucky I am, I wonder what this will do to her and Autumn’s relationship. The last thing I want to do is to come between her and her best friend. But I’d also like to think that my daughter has a kinder heart than that. I don’t want to believe that she’d be angered by our relationship. But just because I don’t want to believe it doesn’t mean it isn’t true.
My mind is a hurricane of thoughts when Sutton steps out of the dressing room wearing lingerie - a burgundy crocheted bikini top with fringe hanging down, and matching thigh high tights. She’s in her own panties, but holding up the thongs that go with the outfit, and my cock gets hard on a dime, completely unaware that it emptied its entire spend inside of her just a few hours ago.
“Well, are you going to just sit there and stare at me or what?” she asks, eloquently swinging her hips side to side.
I shake my head and rub my chin, leaning forward. “Or what, for sure. Come here.”
With a sultry smile, Sutton walks to where I’m sitting in the chair and stops in front of me, turning in a one-eighty. Blood surges through my cock at her amazing body, her round little ass, and memories of this morning.
“That’s one way to get my attention.”
She leans down and kisses me softly, easily darting her tongue inside my mouth. I hold back a growl and cup the back of her head, kissing her with an urgency.
Fuck.
We’re in here, all alone. The thought of having my way with her in one of these tight-fitting rooms makes my dick throb.
I take her by the hand and pull her into her dressing room, closing the curtain and pushing her against the wall. She lets out a giggle and tosses the bottoms on the chair, and I push a finger to her lips to shush her.
Then I spin her around and stand her in front of the mirror, standing behind her and dragging my gaze over her delicious legs and teasing thigh highs. I press my lips to her ear.