Stacy's Dad Has Got It Going On

by Giselle Renarde

  “Damn it! That’s my cell.” Savannah tried to ease herself up from the couch, but instantly fell back down. “It’s in my purse, by the door.”

  With a deep moan, Eric shot up. He very nearly tripped on Savannah’s legs as he crawled over them, but he made it to the front hall and unzipped her purse before the very persistent caller could give up. “Oh,” he said when he looked at the call display. With a smile on his face, he took the call. “Hello!”

  “No!” Savannah hissed. “What…are…you…doing?”

  The person on the other end was obviously talking over live music because Savannah could make out every word, even from across the room. “Hey…who…dad? Is that you?”

  “No, it’s Savannah’s new boyfriend,” he replied, but the joke fell flat. “Yeah, it’s me. What’s up?”

  “Why are you answering Savannah’s phone? Where are you guys?”

  He ignored the first question and simply said, “At home. Where are you?”

  Stacy was overtaken by background noise. A long moment went by before she said, “Can I just talk to Savannah please?”

  Holding the phone in the air, Eric shrugged his shoulders and mouthed, “Kids!”

  Savannah hadn’t forgotten Stacy’s betrayal with the whole Chris situation. She took the phone and snapped, “What?”

  “Uh…Savannah?” The various bar noises nearly drowned her out.

  “Your dad can still hear you, so don’t say anything you’ll live to regret.”

  Stacy laughed. “Damn it! Cause I called about our plot to assassinate the Archduke Ferdinand. I guess that can wait until later.”

  Savannah released a heavy breath. “Yeah, right.”

  “Anyway,” Stacy went on, “I just wanted to check up on you. I saw you at Kingsley’s, and then you were gone. Chris was asking…”

  With an incredulous cackle, Savannah looked at her phone and shook her head before nestling it back against her ear. “Okay, well I’m home now, so…whatever.”

  “Sorry to dump my dad on you. I know he’s a basket case these days.”

  Savannah looked up at Eric to see if he’d heard what his daughter just said about him. He had. “No, it’s fine,” Savannah said to Stacy. “Really. We’re having fun together.”

  When she gazed back up at Eric, he smiled.

  At the other end of the phone, Stacy bubbled with laughter. “Should I be scared?” she teased. “Maybe if I keep leaving you two alone together, you’ll end up as my new step-mom!”

  Savannah could tell by the tone of Stacy’s voice that it was purely a joke, but her heart seized nonetheless. If she hadn’t been pinned by pain and frozen vegetables to the couch, she would have scampered to her room for the rest of their conversation. “Oh, gross.” Savannah didn’t want to say too much against Eric as he listened in, but she knew if she didn’t Stacy might get suspicious. “Don’t even make me think about dad sex. You’re going to make me hurl!”

  She cast Eric a look that said, “I’m sorry!” and he returned one that said, “I understand.”

  “So, anyway,” Stacy laughed. “I’m not coming home tonight. Can you tell my dad I’m staying with…I don’t know…some friend or whatever?”

  Some friend? Some friend like Chris, maybe? God! Savannah’s blood boiled at the thought, but who else could Stacy’s sleep-over buddy be? He certainly seemed to have taken a liking her, and at Kingsley’s she’d been all over stupid dread-head and his whole stupid band!

  If Savannah’d gritted her teeth any harder, they’d have turned to chalk. “Fine,” she seethed. “Fine. I’ll tell him. I’ve got to go. Bye.”

  She hung up without waiting for Stacy’s reply, and immediately set her phone to silence. When she looked back up at Eric in his dirty white shirt, she forced a smile.

  “What was all that?” he asked.

  How could she tell him about Chris? Wouldn’t Eric feel somewhat betrayed if he knew she’d made a date with another guy that evening, even if that other guy had gone after his damn daughter? “Stacy’s not coming home. She wants me to tell you she’s staying with a friend tonight.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “And where is she really staying, pray tell?”

  “I honestly don’t know,” she said with a shrug. When she read the concern on his face, she quickly tried to repair the damage. “But don’t worry. Stacy has a good head on her shoulders. She would never put herself in a bad situation.”

  Eric quickly pressed his fingers to his eyes, his ears, and then his mouth. “See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.”

  With an encouraging chuckle, Savannah eased her foot from its pillow of frozen beans. Her ankle didn’t feel so bad as she pushed herself up from the couch. In fact, her ankle was so numb from cold it didn’t feel anything.

  Hobbling to Eric way across the room, she threw her arms around his shoulder—for affection, but also for support. “You know what this means?”

  When he smiled, his pointed canine teeth seemed to emerge first from between two of the pinkest lips the world had ever seen. “I don’t know.” He put his arms around her waist and rocked her side to side. “What does it mean?”

  He leaned down as she leaned up, and their lips met in the middle. “We have the apartment to ourselves,” she cooed before kissing him once more. This time, she was forceful about it. It was a kiss he couldn’t possibly say no to. He squeezed her…and he winced.

  “Oh my god, what’s wrong?” Savannah hobbled backwards on her tender foot. “Jesus Christ!” she cried out in pain, letting herself fall back onto the couch. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah,” Eric said, clutching his lower back as he joined her on the couch. “Are you?”

  “I guess…” She stared at her foot, infuriated by its magnificent ability to spoil an evening. “Stupid damn ankle. Are you sure ice is supposed to work?”

  Eric laughed as he adjusted his frozen peas. “You’re asking me? You’re the biology major!”

  “Bio-chem major,” she corrected him. His faith in her knowledge made her skin tingle, but she didn’t let that show. “And that makes me a paramedic now, does it? I study molecular damn molecules! You’re the dad—aren’t dads supposed to know the cure for every ailment?”

  “No, you’re thinking of moms,” he chuckled. His brow furled for a moment. Was he thinking about his wife, Stacy’s mother? How must it feel to be cheated on, and with someone so much younger than himself? Savannah could hardly blame Eric for feeling like crap in all this. But, of course, wasn’t Eric doing exactly what his wife had done to him? Was it retribution? Because it didn’t feel like that, to Savannah. It felt like he was fond of her and attracted to her, and all that had happened had been a part of some cosmic sexual flow. If she were in his situation, she’d likely feel redeemed in having an affair of her own.

  Eric shook his head and recovered with a smile. “Anyway, what do you think? Ice or heat?”

  “Maybe both?” Savannah had a vague recollection of taking a first aid course once, but she would have been eleven years old at the time. The material covered wasn’t exactly fresh in her mind. “I think we’re supposed to go back and forth—hot, cold, hot, cold.”

  A roguish smirk drew across Eric’s lips. “You’re putting ideas in my head.”

  As he leaned in close, she leaned in too. She’d very nearly surrendered herself to another of Eric’s impassioned kisses when she noticed the streaks of dirt down his neck and his shirt and his bare arms. “You are a dirty boy,” she teased, tracing her finger along his jaw line. “Maybe we ought to put you in the shower with a nice bar of soap.”

  “I was just thinking the same thing,” Eric whispered in her ear. “Except I figured we might put me in the shower with a nice naked Savannah.”

  As always, her name on his tongue sent tingles up her spine. How could she possibly say no when Eric could turn her on using nothing but words? Wrapping her fingers around the dirty fabric of his white lapels, Savannah pulled him into an inescapable kiss. “Let’s do it,�
�� she cooed. “Get me hot.”

  Chapter Eleven

  He’d undressed almost entirely before she’d even stood up from the couch. Even though she’d seen him naked before, the experience seemed very different this time. When she’d walked in on him changing, she’d felt bold and he’d seemed bashful. This time, Savannah was the blushing babe. His chest was so white and his nipples were so pink. If she hadn’t been so close to him, she’d never have known he had any chest hair at all—it was even blonder than the hair on his head.

  When Eric dropped his pants, Savannah tried to look away, but her gaze kept floating back to the cock she’d given a hand job earlier in the evening. She’d jerked him off without even getting a close look at the bad boy. Now she would remedy that fault by reaching out and skimming its satin underside with her fingertips. The muscles in Eric’s abdomen rippled when she pressed the pad of her thumb against his piss slit. As she worked little circles around it, his cockhead eased out clear and fragrant precum. Without a thought, she bent forward to lick it. His precum tasted like sugar water and flowers—nothing like actual cum, granted it had been a long while since she’d tasted the stuff.

  “Hey, what are you doing?” Eric’s voice trembled in time with the muscles in his legs. “I thought we were taking a shower together.”

  Savannah wrapped her fist around his shaft and felt it firm up in her hand. That sensation, and the knowledge that her simple touch aroused a change in his body, made her heart beat fast. To say she was excited would be an understatement.

  “Well,” she said. “Get me there and we will.”

  Stepping out of his pants, Eric offered an unmistakable growl as he lifted Savannah from the couch. He didn’t throw her over his shoulder this time—he’d learned his lesson, she imagined—but held her by the underarms as she clung to him. “How is your ankle feeling?”

  Their injuries were hardly romantic discussion territory, but Eric’s concern warmed Savannah’s heart. “The ice must have helped. It really doesn’t hurt as much, but I’m still going to keep the pressure off it, if I can.”

  Stacy must have cleaned the bathroom at some point, because it looked unusually sparkling. Eric set Savannah to rest on the closed lid of the toilet before pulling open the trendy pink and brown shower curtain. When he turned to face her again, Savannah put her hands above her head. “Take off my clothes?”

  For a moment, he stood staring, and then he shook his head and smiled. “You can’t take off your own clothes?” he teased, stepping forward to straddle her closed legs. His hard cock rested against her white tank top, drizzling precum across it as he reached down to grab the hem. “Or did you twist your wrists as well as your ankle?”

  “I just need a little help,” she replied, playing the innocent as he pulled up on her white cotton top. She closed her eyes until her tank was over her head. Eric’s erection fell to rest in her cleavage, and she gasped at the sensation of his tender pinkish flesh against her darker skin. Unclasping her bra, she let it fall to the floor. When her big tits tumbled forward, Eric reached out to catch them in a move Savannah found both bold and arousing.

  Easing his cock in between her breasts, Eric pressed them together. Right away, he threw his head back and sighed. She loved that he could derive so much pleasure from the feel of her flesh against his. Her tits enveloped him like a warm blanket. She wanted to be that for Eric, after everything he’d been through. She wanted to make him feel safe and happy and, more than anything else, attractive. There were so many things she could do to make him feel good about himself. Her first move was to wrap gentle hands around his balls as he rocked his cock between her breasts.

  Eric gasped. He forced Savannah’s head in close to his chest before grabbing a renewed hold of her boobs. As he squeezed the pair even tighter together, she licked his pert pink nipples. His skin tasted salty. She loved it. When he fucked her tits, she felt porn-star dirty. The very idea of a hard cock lodged between her supple breasts, plunging through her cleavage, aroused her body as much as her imagination.

  “If I keep doing this much longer, I’m going to come before we even get your pants off,” Eric warned her.

  Savannah squeezed his balls and he tossed his blond head way back with a yelp. Then, in one taunting motion, she released him from her grasp and dusted her hands against her jeans. “In that case, we’d better get the shower going. I’m not leaving this bathroom until I’ve been fucked stupid.”

  With a gasp at her dirty mouth, Eric dropped his dick from her tits. As it hung long and strong between his legs, a damning thought occurred to Savannah: shouldn’t they use something? Would a condom stay put in the shower? Did they really need to use one at all? It seemed juvenile, she realized, but she just damn well didn’t want to. She wanted to feel his hard cock inside her pussy, unhindered even by latex.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked softly. Obviously he’d noted her apprehension. “You’re having second thoughts?”

  “No!” she cried. She had to laugh at the force of her own desire. In case he wasn’t inclined to believe her, she sprang up, leaned her back against the bathroom door, and squirmed out of her jeans. “No, not at all. I was just thinking about…you know, protection or whatever.”

  Savannah’s effort to come across as nonchalant only made her feel juvenile, and it came as such a relief when Eric said, “Oh, I probably didn’t mention I’ve had a vasectomy.”

  “Seriously?”

  Savannah slipped her panties down after her jeans. Eric’s gaze followed them to the floor before jumping back up to her bush. He grinned like a stupid teenager before saying, “Huh? Seriously? Yeah, of course seriously. Why would I lie?”

  Utterly naked, Savannah reached out for Eric’s arm and hopped close to him. Her ankle twinged when she let her big toe touch the ground, but that pain was superceded by pleasure as Eric’s cock rose to meet her thigh. She shrugged and smiled and teased him. “Why would you lie? To win my trust, maybe. To get your big fat cock all up inside my tight little snatch without the interference of prophylactics?”

  She grabbed his erection for emphasis and his whole body jerked forward. It took all her strength to keep them both from barreling back into the door.

  “Well, what about you, little miss college girl?” He returned her tease, grabbing her naked breast and squeezing it against his palm. “Why should I trust that you’re not rife with disease? Huh? You could be giving it out all over town for all I know.”

  “I could be,” she agreed, stroking his exposed dick. “But I’m not. I am one hundred percent disease-free.”

  “Well, me too.” Eric rocked his hips, sending his big cock hurdling through Savannah’s fist. “Hell, I haven’t slept with anyone but my wife since…”

  Savannah looked up at Eric and knew just what he was thinking: sure, he hadn’t slept with anybody else, but his wife had. Who was this young guy from her office? Was he safe? Had there been others? How many were there?

  Maybe Savannah was being unwise, but she didn’t care about all the potentials. She wanted to feel big blond Eric deep inside her pussy, and totally, utterly naked.

  With his penis still in her grasp, Savannah hobbled to the tub and sat on the ledge. Even as she turned on the hot and cold, feeling the water for temperature, she pulled on his dick. His white flesh eased toward his luscious pink cockhead with every stroke. When she turned on the shower spray, Eric hopped right in, closing the curtain right up to the spot where Savannah sat. She moved her tender ankle inside. Eric stepped closer, so the spray struck only his hair before flowing down his back and his butt and his muscular thighs. The warm flow coursed around Savannah’s foot. After her tumble down the riverbank, and the dirt and the pain, clean water felt wonderful. Even the scent of the stream as it played on Eric’s skin made her feel a little better.

  Warm droplets trickled down Eric’s chest to mingle with his precum as she rubbed him. Wetness gave way to wetness, and she lunged at his cock. She took it in her mouth. He gasped and said
, “Savannah,” setting his hand on her head. The water followed this new path. It skimmed Savannah’s hair before streaming off into the bathroom. Shit! She didn’t want Stacy to come home to a sopping wet apartment, so she pressed Eric back and stepped inside the shower, closing the curtain behind her.

  They were contained now. The bathroom light was muted by the dark shower curtain, and its play on the clean white tiles gave the space added ambiance. Warm water struck Savannah’s back, and Eric got none. He looked at her with a combination of jealousy and lust before picking up the bar of white soap. “Look how dirty you are, child!” Wetting the soap underneath the running water, he skimmed the bar down her back and her butt. “We’d better clean you up, huh?”

  “Well you’re never going to get me clean like that,” she shot back. “If you want to have any effect at all, you better scrub hard.”

  He placed an arm around her middle, picked her right up off the tub floor, and swapped places with her. “Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” And without waiting for a response, he set her down out of the falling water’s range and spread a slick layer of white soap all over his body.

  “So you’re going to get clean all on your own?” She reached out to grab his arm, but the soap made it too slippery. Savannah started to tumble, but Eric was quick to react, thank god! He swung an arm around her torso and held her in place. Her heart was beating fast, but his was too. His chest heaved against hers as they both breathed hard.

  “Are you okay?” Savannah asked.

  “Fine. You?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Feeling like a big-ass loser. Can we forget that just happened?”

  Placing the soap in her hand, Eric said, “Only if you wash me.” His smile was both giving and lecherous in the best of all possible ways. “And, uh, be thorough about it, will you? I’m a very dirty man, remember.”

  Savannah traced one hand and one bar of white soap down Eric’s front as slowly as she could stand to move. Sure, she wanted to go straight for his cock—and his cock seemed to want that too—but Eric needed to be teased a little more. “I’ve never been with a dirty old man before.” She tried to sound innocent.