Stacy's Dad Has Got It Going On

by Giselle Renarde

  “Yeah,” he went on. “Hilary and I never had the same taste in anything. She didn’t even like my spaghetti…and I make good spaghetti!”

  “Had?” she choked. Maybe he wasn’t going back to this woman after all. Savannah wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

  Eric laughed at whatever had just happened on screen—Savannah was too busy watching the stress on his face to pay attention to Lucy’s antics. “Do you like the Three Stooges?” he asked without taking his eyes off the TV.

  Thank god! The impending conversation of doom seemed to have passed. “Yeah, I do. I know girls aren’t ‘supposed’ to, but I do.”

  Shaking his head, Eric chewed his popcorn. “Hilary doesn’t like them. You know, she and I have next to nothing in common. Never really did. It’s strange how couples end up together, isn’t it? You fall in love with someone, you get married, and ten years later you have absolutely no idea what you saw in her.”

  Savannah bit her lip. “Yeah.” What the hell else was she supposed to say? Realistically, she’d never been in a relationship long enough to have any clue what he meant.

  “And now this whole thing with the young guy—and I know what you must be thinking: I only made love with you to get back at Hilary. And maybe you’re right at a certain level, but I want to assure you that was not my overriding concern.”

  “I know,” she said quickly, hoping to interrupt his train of thought. Eric wasn’t making all that much sense. And, seriously, made love? Is that what they’d done? As far as she was concerned, they’d fucked in the shower, plain and simple. Making love was a little extravagant for her blood.

  “But, you know, the first thought that jumped into my mind when I walked in on them together was, ‘I deserve this.’” He spoke without taking his eyes off the TV, and laughed when Lucy got herself into a sticky situation. “That’s really what I thought.”

  “Why?” Savannah asked before she could stop herself. “Did you cheat on her?” And then, of course, it occurred to her that’s precisely what they’d done in the shower. “I mean before…”

  “No,” Eric said without wavering. “No, and you already asked me that question, too.”

  Had she really? Oh, that’s right, she did—and it was only a few hours ago that she’d asked it. How embarrassing that she should repeat herself.

  Eric didn’t say anything more and she didn’t push the issue. Anyway, she had no desire to comfort him if he broke down. He seemed in a happy enough mood at the moment, but why wouldn’t he be? Post-coital Lucy and a variety of snack foods: what more could any man ask?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Had she nodded off for a minute or two? Stupid VCR clock still wasn’t set. Her head rested on Eric’s warm chest as it rose and fell like clockwork. God, she was sweating in her terrycloth robe. Why was she so hot? The TV blasted yet another Lucy episode, and when she reached for the remote, her ankle screamed.

  Jumping out of sleep, Eric muttered, “What? What’s…what?”

  “Ah, my fucking ankle!” she cried. She didn’t like to swear, but it hurt like hell.

  Eric rubbed his face and mumbled, “Stop being so difficult. Just let me take you to the hospital already.”

  “No,” she whined.

  His head fell back against the sofa and he let out a sleepy moan. “What are you so afraid of?”

  “Nothing. I just know there’s nothing wrong with me!”

  “Except that you scream when you move.”

  “I was asleep,” she tried to explain. “I forgot it was going to hurt.”

  Eric rolled off the couch with a look of confusion settling on his face. He scratched his belly as he looked around. After a moment or two, his eyes lit up—as much as a half-asleep person’s could—and he grabbed a pair of pants.

  “What are you doing?” Savannah asked, perhaps a little too firmly. She wasn’t awake enough to control her emotions. “I’m not going to the hospital.”

  “Yes you are,” Eric replied simply. But instead of pulling off his pajama pants and pulling on his jeans, he collapsed beside her on the couch. “Just give me five more minutes.”

  She sighed and reached again for the remote, this time with more care. “See?” she said, turning down the volume. “As long as I don’t move too quickly, I’m fine. I’ll just put another round of ice on my ankle and in the morning I’ll be healed.”

  Eric’s eyes popped wide open at the mention of ice. “You know, that’s not a bad idea.” Pressing both hands down on the couch, he pushed himself up and hobbled like a drunken uncle over to the kitchen. He sighed as he opened the freezer. The cold seemed to revive him. He brought the tray out and snapped it back and forth before dumping the ice into a metal mixing bowl. Even before leaving the kitchen, he picked up one piece and traced it along the base of his jaw and down his neck. “That’s better,” he said. “Nothing like ice dripping down your neck to wake a guy up.”

  “If you say so.” Savannah chuckled. “That’s never been my game.”

  He brought the ice to the TV room and sat on the coffee table before placing the ice-cold metal bowl on her ankle. She flinched, but she didn’t move her foot away. Anything so unnerving must be a help.

  “How does that feel?” Eric teased.

  “Like hell.”

  He moved the bowl from her ankle and set it on top of a magazine. From it, he swiped a single cube. Savannah cringed as she watched it coming for her, but when the ice made contact with her skin, she was surprised to find it wasn’t painfully cold. If anything, it tickled.

  “How about this?” Eric asked, tracing the cube around her slightly-swollen ankle. “How does this feel?”

  The ice melted quickly between his fingers and her flesh. Droplets of water trickled down her foot and dripped from her heel onto the throw pillow it was set upon.

  “Good,” she said. To her surprise, it was true. “It feels really good, actually.”

  “What if I do this?” Eric asked, picking up a fresh cube and tracing it up the inside of her calf. Shifting her robe aside, he circled it around her knee before drawing it slowing up her thigh. The cold made her tremble now. She felt its effects more between her legs than she had against her ankle. A whole line of water droplets tumbled down her inner thigh, soaking the terrycloth beneath her. She knew where he was going with this, and she wanted to show him she was on board.

  Savannah untied her belt and let her robe fall open at the front. Her breasts were warm and soft with sleep. “Do my tits,” she bid. “With the ice. Make them hard.”

  A churlish grin bled upon Eric’s pink lips. “You want me to?”

  “Yeah.” She even cupped her breasts and held them for him. Couldn’t he see they wanted him too? Her whole body wanted him over again, but her breasts wanted him first. He lifted his ice cube slowly, overshooting her tits. For a moment, she was sure he was heading for her neck, but then he brought the ice toward himself like a child jealously guarding a favourite toy. With a fiendish smile, he took the cube between his lips and held it there with his teeth. It must have been damn cold, because he closed his eyes and hissed, but he didn’t remove the cube.

  Droplets fell against Savannah’s chest as Eric came in close and traced the ice slowly around her lips. She could feel it melting before it even came in contact with her flesh. When the ice did touch down on her mouth, it knocked the sleep right out of her system. She was wide awake now, and she wanted everything Eric had to give.

  Pulling his head in close, she kissed him hard. The ice cube floated in their mouths, jumping from tongue to tongue. The passion between Savannah’s mouth and Eric’s was far too hot for any little ice cube to survive. It was gone in what seemed like mere moments, and Eric leaned back to grab another. “I believe your beautiful breasts were next on the list,” he said.

  But Eric had proven his ability to sexually ad lib. She trusted him to use his own mind. “Surprise me.”

  In seconds, the new cube met the hot spot behind Savannah’s ear. She jerked
her head away, but Eric caught it and held it steady. The cold pervaded her senses as water dripped down her neck. He traced the ice down fast, like a little skier zooming down the side of a mountain. When he arrived between her breasts, the ice cube bled out. By the time its steady stream had drizzled down her belly and into her pubic hair, the water was warm. Savannah’s skin was so damn hot it could turn ice into warm water. The very thought made her feel attractive. The look of lust in Eric’s eyes made her feel all the more so.

  “Do my tits,” she said once again. It wasn’t that she thought he’d never get there, only she knew how sexy her voice sounded when she said it. A voice raspy with sleep saying naughty words like “tits”? What man could resist?

  “Are you sure you can handle it?” Eric asked, tracing the underside of one breast and then the other.

  She wiggled her eyebrows and smiled. “Try me.”

  That little devil Eric slid the melting ice cube up and around her left breast while he took her right nipple in his mouth. It was hot where he sucked. It was cold where he glided the ice in small circles. The contrast of hot and cold took her breath away, and she threw her head back against the couch. “Oh my god,” she hissed, running her hand through his fine blond hair. “Oh god, Eric.”

  “I’m sorry,” he mocked, kissing between her tits. “Do you not like that? I could stop.”

  Grasping hold of his hair, she said, “You’d better not, or I’ll come after you with that ice and I guarantee you won’t like where I put it.”

  “Good luck catching me with that bum leg,” he teased.

  All this time she’d forgotten to be in pain, but as soon as he mentioned her ankle, it ached again. “Just do my tits,” she said, pressing his face against her breast. Savannah could take charge if she had to. In fact, she enjoyed putting a man in his place, even if that man was as sweet and kind as Eric.

  He sucked her right nipple in his mouth until the ice against her left nipple had melted clean away. The cold felt sharp and good, and it made her nipple stand erect like a good little soldier. Eric stared at it, and his gaze of approval made her feel like she was exuding feminine power. Then, he put his lips together and he blew. He forced cool air at her hard nipple, and its tight flesh tingled and firmed. Her nipple stuck out straight like a pencil eraser, and the more he blew on it, the longer it grew.

  “My god,” Savannah said as she stared down at it. “You could put your eye out with that thing.”

  Eric knew exactly what he was doing. Holding her breast with one hand, he licked that firm nipple before enclosing it between his two lips. Savannah clawed his hair as a wicked sensation shot through her core. The heat of his mouth sizzled against her cold flesh. It felt like coming in out of the winter’s snow and plunging her hands into warm water. Her skin was burning. The pleasure-pain made her want to kick her feet against the coffee table, but she resisted. No sense in causing herself more injuries.

  As Eric moved his head back and forth, sucking all the while, he looked like he was giving her nipple a blow job. “Do the other tit,” Savannah begged.

  The ice cube had melted in Eric’s palm, but he quickly grabbed another and repeated the sequence. “God, that feels incredible,” Savannah sighed as he circled the new ice around her virgin nipple. The cold was strangely tolerable. Savannah knew there was something frozen dancing against her warm flesh, but it just didn’t feel as painful as it could. In fact, until Eric lifted the ice away from her tit and blew cold air against it, she didn’t feel cold at all.

  Eric snatched her erect nipple between his teeth and sucked. The heat of his mouth sent a surge of electricity coursing through her body. Her pelvis tingled. It welcomed a tender caress or a brutal invasion—whatever Eric was willing to give. A rush of juice soaked her pussy lips. She was so ready for him.

  Backing off Savannah’s nipple, Eric held his ice against her belly. It melted fast, and when she looked down past her tits, she got to watch as a stream of water spilled down her front. Running through her pubic hair, those pure, clean droplets landed one after the next against her engorged clit. When she gasped at the sensation of cool-on-hot, Eric chuckled and kissed the curve of her breast. He slipped the ice down her belly and over her pubic hair before lightly, lightly, lightly pressing the melting cube to Savannah’s clit.

  She bucked her hips forward at the coldest feeling of cold she’d ever experienced. It was centralized in her pussy lips as he slid the ice down one side and back up the other. The freezing sensation along the outside of her pussy didn’t make her particularly cold anywhere else—if anything, she felt hot with her terrycloth robe still hanging over her shoulders. Her cheeks felt flushed. Her neck was hot. Her pussy lips felt freezing cold, but inside she was smoking. If only Eric reached in there with his firm fingers, he’d find out just how sizzling she really was.

  Eric circled a sliver of ice around and around her lips. Just when she thought it would melt between his thumb and his index finger, he surprised her by pressing that thin piece of ice right up inside her pussy.

  “Oh!” Savannah cried. “Oh…”

  Holding her thighs in one warm hand and one cold hand, Eric stepped between her legs and sunk to his knees on the carpet. He looked up at her and winked. “How does that feel, huh?”

  She had to think about the question before answering. Did it feel cold? A little, maybe. Wet? Well, sure. But she didn’t feel like she’d experienced the full effect yet. “Put another one inside me,” she pleaded.

  Eric’s lips pursed like he was suppressing a cunning smile. He started to turn around, but before reaching for another piece of ice, he seemed to change his mind. He dove at her thighs, planting his head in between them. When his hot tongue met her cold pussy lips, she squealed and writhed, but he held her thighs down flat against the couch. She was utterly at his mercy, and she loved it. When he sucked her chilled clit into his steamy mouth, she totally lost it. Even with his hands pushing her down, she bucked up at his face. When she felt his nose brush her bush, she tossed her head back and screamed. “Oh my god, Eric!” She couldn’t keep quiet. “Oh god!” She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed his face against her clit. Everything felt so damn good.

  Releasing her thigh, Eric reached backwards, clumsily feeling across the coffee table while Savannah held his head between her legs. She didn’t help him out, though she hoped to hell he’d get a hold of that metal bowl. Struggle, struggle, and success! Eric grabbed a fresh piece of ice and, without any hesitation, pressed it between Savannah’s thighs.

  Her pussy didn’t offer up any resistance. No, no, no, it welcomed that frosty little intruder like she’d welcome Eric’s big cock. She didn’t even feel that cold yet. “Give me another one!”

  When Eric pressed a fresh ice cube into Savannah’s pussy, she felt warm water gushing out from her slit. Was it dripping on Eric’s pajama pants or on her carpet? She wasn’t terribly concerned. After all, it was only water.

  Eric reached for her breast. The second his mouth met her pussy lips, those cold fingers pinched her nipple, and she hissed with delight. The combination of cold fingers on warm nipple and warm tongue on cold clit sent electricity zipping through her veins. This was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She’d never been with a guy who had such a sexually creative bent to his character. She’d never been with someone who would take chances. Hell, she and Eric barely knew each other and already he was cramming ice cubes up her snatch! His command impressed her beyond words, and when he reached for another piece of ice, she held her breath.

  The ice chilled the gate to her packed pussy as it went in. When Eric poked up another, Savannah closed her eyes and asked herself if she could feel the cubes floating around inside of her. She knew they were in there, of course, but did it feel anything like getting packed with a penis? Not really. But, then, she’d never taken a big dick inside her pussy and stopped to ask herself if she could feel anything. There was pressure—she could feel pressure. The ice must have been numbing
her inside just like it had done to her outsides.

  As she sat with her eyes closed, pondering her state of fullness, warm lips met hers and a hot tongue infiltrated her mouth. Without opening her eyes, Savannah returned Eric’s kiss tenfold. She sent her naughty hands on a mission to find the hem of his T-shirt and pull it up across his abs, up his chest, up to those delicious shoulders. White cotton passed between them, pausing their kiss until the T-shirt was over Eric’s head and tossed on the floor.

  Eric tore out of his flannel pajama pants and set one knee on the couch beside her. Without jostling her leg at all, he held his erection by its base and ploughed Savannah’s ice-cold pussy. They moaned in sequence, him first and then her. She could hardly imagine how his cockhead must feel, coursing inside a hot pussy only to find it full of ice. Cold, for starters, but would it feel as though it had been tricked? No, of course it wouldn’t. Cockheads couldn’t think for themselves.

  Eric’s hot prick took up more space than she had to offer, and its glistening head drove what was left of the ice cubes straight back to her upper limits. Warm water splashed from her slit, soaking her robe and her thighs, and probably Eric’s big balls too. God, Savannah loved balls. She wasn’t even sure what it was about them: the hair, the squishy texture, or was it the fact that they just hung there without much purpose during sex? She had to touch them, and when she did, Eric arched his back and let out a huge groan. He obviously liked that, so she held his balls tight as he thrust in her pussy. He squealed and kissed her hard.

  With every movement inside her body, hot combined with cold against her tender flesh. Water spurted from her slit, but she could care less about the mess. Though the walls of her pussy still felt somewhat frozen from the ice, the pressure of his cock’s heaving motion through her body made her weak with arousal. Aside from the one hand clinging to his balls, she went limp underneath him. As he pounded her, she whimpered. She squeezed his balls and he yelped, but she didn’t let go.