Romance: Seducing The Quarterback

by Stacie Duncan

  He removed his fingers and licked them again, a move that made my hips grind of their own volition. I was getting so wet. Against my better judgment, I let my hand drift down to my clit and began to rub it, knowing exactly how to get myself off.

  Paul moved on top of my mom, positioned his cock - holy shit it was huge - and pounded into her with a grunt that made me squirm. I let my fingers move lower and stuck one inside of me, swirling it around and trying to stay quiet. Paul was merciless, almost animalistic in his movements. He thrust hard and fast and I fingered myself, imagining it was him inside me.

  All of a sudden, the towel I was wearing fell and took the soap dispenser with it. It clattered to the floor and made what I felt was an unnecessarily loud noise. Shit. I glanced out the crack in the door worriedly. My mother didn't seem to notice the noise, but Paul did. He whipped his head around and fixed his eyes directly on mine, before I slammed the door shut.

  I leaned back on the door, hand on my forehead. What the fuck was I just doing? He had to have known I'd seen the whole thing. Mortified, I sunk to the floor. The shower was still running, so he probably couldn't hear me running back to my bathroom.

  I wrapped myself in the fluffy white towel and scurried out of the bathroom and into my bedroom, where I flopped onto my bed, completely horrified at the thought of Paul and mom knowing how perverted I'd just been. I rubbed my temples and tried to forget.

  After brushing my hair, I got dressed and ready for dinner. I heard Paul and mom emerge from the bedroom and soon a light knock on my door. “Dinner's on its way,” Paul said in a low voice.

  “'Kay,” I replied weakly.

  Now I definitely couldn't wait for Ashley to get here.

  Chapter 5

  Dinner was delivery from a local vegetarian restaurant (I swear, my mom doesn't quit with this stuff) and ended up not taking very long to eat. Mom left the table first, taking her takeout container with her and dumping it in the garbage.

  “I'm going to go take a nice, long bath...” she said languidly. “It's been a long day.” Yeah, right.

  “Okay,” Paul and I said at the same time. He winked at me again and my heart started to flutter. He kissed her cheek, barely looking at her, and said “Enjoy, honey.”

  She turned wordlessly and headed upstairs. I heard the water begin to fill the tub and stood to scrape my uneaten food into the garbage disposal. Paul followed suit. Soon I could feel the heat from his body radiating behind me. It intensified as he leaned in closer and I was surprised to feel his hand on the small of my back.

  “I saw you watching before, you know...” he said in a low voice.

  I tensed up immediately. “You did?” I asked shamefully.

  “Don't worry, baby...it was fucking hot,” he added seductively, standing directly behind me and wrapping his hands around my waist, leaving trails of heat I could feel through my jean capris. “I've seen you watching me for years. Don't think I didn't notice,” he whispered in my ears. “I've been watching you too...”

  All I could do was sigh and let out a little moan. His hands rose up and grabbed my tits, hard. He massaged them as he said, “And when I saw these before, all I wanted to do was get my cock out and tit fuck you. It's the only reason I fucked your mother when we got inside. I was too fucking turned on by you,” he said, still grabbing my tits but now his hand dipped below the fabric of my shirt and bra and he gently tugged on my nipples. I could feel his cock getting harder on my back through his jeans.

  “But...” I whimpered quietly. “Mom's so beautiful.”

  “She is,” he contended matter-of-factly, then dropped his voice lower again, “But it's been you I've wanted to fuck since you turned eighteen.” His left hand left my breast and traveled lower until he reached the top of my jeans. He slipped it beneath the denim and cupped my pussy. “Were you touching yourself here when you were watching us?” he enticed.

  I nodded wordlessly, overcome with these new sensations. I could feel myself getting wet.

  “Yeah?” he asked wickedly, dipping his hand beneath my panties. “Like this?” he asked as he started to rub my clit. I nodded again. “And maybe...” he paused, his hand moving lower. He couldn't, could he? “Like this?” he asked, thrusting his middle finger into my pussy.

  I cried out in pleasure and he cupped my mouth with his free hand. “We can't let your mother hear,” he warned.

  I nodded yet again. He was right. I didn't know what she'd do if she found out...Oh God. He'd started to move his finger in and out of me slowly – torturously slowly. It was unbelievably difficult to stay quiet, but his hand over my mouth helped...in more ways than one. I bucked my hips.

  “Oh, you like that...?” he whispered. “What about this?” he asked as he slid another finger inside and began to swirl them around inside me in delicious circles. His thumb was rubbing my clit and I could feel myself starting to cum.

  “Mmm...” he moaned, cock still pressed hard against my back. “You like that too, I see.” He chuckled seductively in my ear. “Are you going to cum for daddy?” he purred.

  I nodded vigorously as a shudder ran through my body. I tightened around his fingers and he moaned. Moments later, he took his hand away from my face, at which point I began to breathe heavily and hard. He lifted his other hand – his wet hand – to his lips and licked them dry.

  I turned around and looked at him, surprise and wonder in my eyes. He was still very obviously turned on and kissed me hard. He pulled back slightly and reminded me, “We cannot tell your mother.”

  “Yeah,” I breathed.

  He backed away slowly, grinning, and winked. I felt my legs shake beneath me. He turned down the hallway to the living room and I was left in the kitchen, processing the incredibly thing that just happened.

  I grabbed my phone and immediately texted Ashley.

  I went with it.

  After I sent it, I walked away, feeling triumphant. I heard the phone vibrating behind me but I ignored it. She'd have to hear about it tomorrow.

  Chapter 6

  Ashley rolled into our driveway in her green Beetle convertible at 11:00 two days later. I saw her from my bedroom window and ran downstairs to greet her.

  “What's up, bitch?” she hollered, a big smile plastered on her beautiful face. I hugged her and she hugged back. It had been a month since we'd seen each other and I think we had developed separation anxiety. We truly were inseparable.

  “Wanna go to the beach?” I asked her.

  “Hell yes I want to go to the beach,” she replied, taking her bag out of the back of her car. She didn't bother to put the top up on her convertible – it was so safe around here it would've been a waste of time.

  We bounded up the front steps and I opened the front door. “Ashley's here!” I yelled.

  My mom and Paul came out of the kitchen moments later. They'd been having brunch and I was too nervous around Paul to join them. Not nervous, exactly. More like excited. If he winked at me one more time I wasn't sure what I would do.

  “Hello, sweetie!” My mother cooed, grasping Ash's shoulders and air-kissing both of her cheeks.

  Paul said hello and gave her a one-armed hug, looking over her shoulder at me. He must have been up to something. I recognized that look. I liked that look.

  Ashley and I ran upstairs to my bedroom where she threw her bag on my bed. She stared at me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You know what,” she accused. “How did you 'go with it?'”

  I smirked, blushing and turning away.

  “Claire!” She barked. Ashley always knew how to get information out of me.

  “Okay!” I yelled back. “But you can't tell anyone. Really. No one. At all,” I warned.

  Her eyes widened and she wore the smile she got when she knew she was about to get some delicious gossip. She rubbed her hands together.

  “You look like a TV villain when you do that,” I told her.

  “Whatever,” she said. “Just tell me already.”
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br />   I jumped on the bed with her. “Okay, so...my boobs completely came out of my bathing suit in the ocean the other day.”

  “Okay,” she laughed.

  “Well, Paul completely stared at them. I mean, like, stared them down. I was so embarrassed,” I told her.

  “Why were you embarrassed?” She asked, truly not understanding.

  I gave her a look. “Um, because he's my stepdad? Isn't that a little gross?”

  “Step,” she stressed. “Meaning not actually related.”

  I flopped back on the bed. “Yeah,” I said.

  “There's more, isn't there?” Ashley said knowingly.

  “Yes,” I told her weakly, covering my eyes with my hands. She hit me with a pillow.

  “Well tell me!” She almost screamed.

  “Shhh,” I hushed her. “I don't want my mom to hear. Or Paul.”

  “Sorry,” she whispered, giggling.

  “Well,” I started, “after dinner last night my mom went upstairs for a bath, so I was just alone in the kitchen with Paul.”

  “Uh-huh,” she nodded.

  “So we were at the sink scraping our food into the garbage disposal and Ashley, he seriously went to fucking town.”

  “What?” She said too loudly, smile as wide as her eyes.

  “Would you be quiet!” I demanded, hitting her with the pillow this time.

  “Okay, okay, I'll shut up,” she promised. She locked her mouth up and threw away the key.

  “Okay,” I started again, “like I said, he went to town. Like, he was all over me. Touching me everywhere. I couldn't fucking believe it. I have had a crush on him forever. And last night he just...wow.”

  She looked like she was about to burst. “Oh my God!” she squealed as quietly as she could. She high-fived me. “Yes! This is what I mean! Go with it!”

  We both erupted into a fit of laughter. It reminded me of late nights in our dorm room, drinking and telling stories.

  “So,” I said. “Beach?”

  “Beach,” she repeated. She started rifling through her bag and finally pulled out a string bikini. It was the kind of thing I didn't think anyone actually wore to the beach – models just posed in them for magazines. She took off her shirt and jeans so she was just standing in her thong and bra, then unhooked her bra clasp. She took down the straps and I couldn't help but stare at her. She was my best friend, but she was still totally beautiful. She took off her thong and I noticed she was completely waxed down there. I was so envious of her confidence.

  “Come on,” she said, putting on her suit. “Do you have your bathing suit on or what?”

  “Yeah, I have it on,” I said. I'd placated my mother that day and worn one of her picks, a greenish 1940s style one-piece that, in her defense, really did flatter my figure. I had a waistline. I looked pretty hot.

  Ash and I headed downstairs, finding Paul in the kitchen by himself reading the paper.

  “Where's mom?” I asked.

  “Doing some yoga, I think,” he responded. “Why do you ask?”

  “Just wondering,” I said. He really was so attractive.

  Ashley, being Ashley, said “Claire, I'll meet you out there, 'kay?” She shot me a look and closed the door. I was alone again with Paul. In the kitchen.

  “Hi,” he said, keeping direct eye contact.

  “Hi,” I stuttered.

  He stood and walked toward me. His closeness was unbearable. He smelled like salt and sweat and soap and I loved it. “What are you wearing today?” he asked me quietly, somehow able to seduce me with just a question.

  “One of the suits mom picked out,” I told him, breathy. “I figured I'd make her happy.”

  He smirked and moved even closer, so close that his lips were brushing my ear. “Well, what would make me happy is if I could see those big beautiful tits again,” he whispered, subtly squeezing one. “And I'm dying to get my hands on this,” he growled, slipping a finger inside my bathing suit to touch my already wet pussy. “My mouth, too...”

  I leaned into his touch, ready to continue whatever it was we were doing, when my mother called, “Paul? Claire?” I could hear her footsteps coming down the hallway. Paul and I immediately separated. I started to head out the door to meet Ashley. He winked at me again and my knees almost buckled. I managed to escape before I had to look my mother in the eye.

  Chapter 7

  Ashley was already laying out when I got down to the shoreline. She'd attracted a crowd of passing teenage boys, but she didn't seem to notice them. When she saw me approaching, she lowered her sunglasses and smirked. “Have fun?” she asked wickedly.

  “Shut up,” I said, laughing. “Oh my God, what am I gonna do? This is ridiculous. How am I ever going to hide this from my mother?”

  Ash sat up in her chair, indicating that she'd already formulated a plan. “Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I've thought this all out. I'm going to say I want to go into town to see all the sights, walk the boardwalk, blah blah. Your mom will never be able to resist that,” she stated. “Then, you say you're not feeling well. I'll act a little upset, but then just say 'Oh hey, Christine, why don't we just go together, we can bond!' She will lose her shit.”

  It was true. I had a feeling Ashley was the daughter my mother wanted but never had. You know, minus the dirty-minded part. She went on, “I feel like Paul will get the hint. He was never into that stuff anyway, right?” She didn't wait for my response. “Then,” she said with a pregnant pause, “you guys can fuck each other's brains out.”

  “Ashley!” I yelled, swatting her arm with my hand. “Oh my God, you are devious!” I stopped to think for a moment though. What she was saying could work, and I was dying to feel Paul's hands on me again. I sighed and acquiesced. “Okay, deal.”

  She squealed and kicked her feet in the sand. “Yay! Now let's go in the water before we do this, I was promised a beach day.”

  I laughed, “Fine. Go ahead.”

  “You're not coming in?” she pouted.

  “Not after what happened last time. Are you nuts?”

  She laughed heartily and leaned over to me, grabbing my top and pulling it down. “What, this?” she mocked.

  While she was still laughing I pulled my top back up and chased her into the water. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Paul looking at us from the glass door and smiling warmly and laughing.

  “Seriously,” I told her. “I never expected this to happen.”

  “Well, nobody expects it,” she said, beginning to tread water. “But isn't it fucking wonderful?”

  I giggled. “I guess so...but don't you think it's kind of wrong?” I swam out to meet her, more comfortable in the ocean since I was in it with Paul yesterday.

  “No!” she insisted. “You're not related. And besides, you're not exactly your mom's biggest fan. And I guess Paul isn't either.”

  I pondered this for a second then said, “Well, I did watch them fuck yesterday...that's what started this whole thing.”

  Her eyes widened and she stared at me slack-jawed. She splashed me, her shocked look turning into a smile. “Perv,” she joked.

  “Ugh, I know! I'm so gross.”

  “Not even at all, dude. He's hot. You went with it before,” she reminded me. “Just go with it again.” She winked at me.

  I floated on my back and imagined what I was about to do. I couldn't wait. Ashley truly was a master at these sort of things. I looked over at her. She was standing in the water, head thrown back with her eyes closed, playing with the straps of her bikini. Oh God, it was bad enough I wanted to fuck my stepdad. Did I want to fuck my best friend too?

  Chapter 8

  After laying out for an hour or so, Ash and I went back inside the house where we found Paul and mom hanging out in the kitchen. Paul covertly winked at me and Ashley gave me a look. I knew she was about to set her plan in motion.

  “Christine, this place is amazing,” she gushed. “It's so quaint and beautiful.”

  Typical of my mother, sh
e ate it right up. “Oh, well thank you Ashley! You know you're welcome anytime,” she informed her with a smile.

  Ashley sat in a chair facing the kitchen island, where my mom was scrubbing down the countertop. “I would love to see the rest of the town,” she told her, “but Claire doesn't want to take me.”

  “Claire!” my mother admonished.

  Ashley quickly stepped in, right on cue. “Oh no, it's totally okay,” Ashley assured her. “She's kind of feeling sick. She was starting to feel weird at the beach, right?” Ash looked pointedly at me.

  I took my cue after a beat. “Yeah, um,” I started, “my stomach just really started acting up. I think I need a nap or something.”

  Mom pursed her lips at me, arms on her hips. “Well...” she trailed off. “You know what honey?” she asked Ashley. “How about I just take you? It'll be just us girls.”

  Ashley gushed at mom's offer, clearly pleased that her plan worked. “Oh my God, Christine, that sounds great! I'll go get ready.”

  “Sure thing, love,” my mother said warmly as Ash headed upstairs to change.

  “Paul, honey, you don't mind staying back and keeping an eye on Claire, do you?” she asked. He almost spit out the water he'd been sipping.

  “No, yeah, that's fine,” he assured her. He looked at me. “I'll make sure she's taken care of,” he said warmly, aware that my mother was too close for him to be any more suggestive.

  “Thank you, love,” my mother said, dropping a kiss on his cheek. “I'm going to go get my purse,” she informed us, heading upstairs as well.

  Paul looked at me, his eyes searing. “Was this a little plan you and your friend concocted?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.