My best friend’s father (closed)

EroticLily

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Jennifer and I were beyond buzzed by the time we stumbled into her parents’ house. It was clearly by the grace of some divinity that we’d driven back to her place, a few miles away from campus, without getting into an accident or being pulled over on the way. It was well after midnight and the frat party we'd left was still going strong, but we both had classes to wake up for in the morning, so we made it an early night.

I at least had enough wits about me to know that I was in no shape to drive myself home to my apartment; I was far too intoxicated to navigate a high-speed, 5 lane highway. So Jennifer had insisted that I sleep over, like old times, and I happily accepted.

“You’re soo smart, Jennnniii. That’s why I loove yooou,” I cooed, wrapping my arms around my best friend since primary school’s waist, embracing her tightly from behind. She reached behind me and affectionately scrunched my hair as we waddled like this toward the kitchen, trying without much success to keep our slurring voices down. After all, we didn’t want to wake her parents.
 
Hearing Jennifer come into the house, Steve wondered who his daughter had with her. He was, as usual, unable to sleep well. Having made his way to the kitchen to fix a snack, he was on his way to watch the news for a bit, hoping that would knock him out.

Listening to his daughter and her friend, who he now knew was a female by her voice, he made his way into the tv room, curious about who was there.

"Well, good evening, sounds like you had a good time," Steve commented. Seeing the stunning college age girl with her arms wrapped around Jennifer, he struggled not to stare at the obviously intoxicated beauty.
 
Keeping my arms linked around Jennifer’s waist, I peered over her shoulder as my best friend’s father approached us. I bit my bottom lip, resting my chin on Jennifer’s shoulder, sing-songing into her ear, “Uh oooh. Wee’re busteddd.” So much for making a quiet entrance. It probably didn’t help that our secretive whispers were loud enough to be heard from across the room.

I smiled up at my friend’s handsome father, Steve, when he addressed us. He was so tall and I was so tipsy that it almost made me dizzy to tilt my head that far back. It’d been a few years since I’d seen Jennifer’s parents, given that I’d moved out of my nearby parents’ home right out of high school and Jennifer and I had hung out mainly on campus and at my place together. I wasn’t sure if he remembered me. After all, I was practically flat-chested the last time I’d visited; I was far from flat-chested now, with my full F cups bursting out of my tight top.

“Hey Steve,” I boldly said, unlocking my arms from my best friend’s body, stepping closer to the male who was 20 years my senior. “I like your haircut,” I teased, gesturing to the man’s bare head. The bald look didn’t work for a lot of men, in my opinion, but it suited Steve and highlighted his masculine features. Jennifer laughed at my remark, and excused herself to the kitchen to get bottled waters for us both, leaving me alone with her attractive dad.

"Shouldn't you be asleep, Steeeve?" I giggled, amusing myself by referring to the man on a first name basis.
 
“I like your haircut,”

"Thanks," Steve commented, struggling to remember the young beauty's name. He knew her face, but her body didn't match the person he was trying to remember. "It's a tough hair cut to keep out of my eyes, but I manage." Steve felt like a high schooler trying to talk to a girl... way out of his element.

"Shouldn't you be asleep, Steeeve?"

"Perhaps, but if I were, I would not have the chance to run into you, now would I?" Steve was no longer attempting to disguise his ogling of her body. "Besides, it looks like you are having more fun than I was in bed," Steve said, much softer now to keep his daughter from hearing, staring at the lovely breasts trying to break free from the constraining top.
 
I bit my crimson-tinted lip, stifling a soft laugh over Steve’s joke. A few years ago, I probably would’ve rolled my eyes at how corny his humor was, but now I was fairly intoxicated and hopelessly attracted to older men. “Soo funny,” I sighed, drifting closer to my best friend’s father, my fingertips lightly plucking at the front of his shirt.

“No, you would not.” I giggled, finding amusement in Steve’s particular phrasing.
I could hear Jennifer rattling things in the kitchen, but I kept my eyes fixed to Steve’s handsome face. He seemed to intelligent and sexy, that I just wanted to kiss him.

His eyes fell to my breasts. I just smiled, happy to let him look. “Aww,” I pouted my lips, “that’s not fair - a sexy guy like you not having any fun in bed - wife won't put out?”
 
that’s not fair - a sexy guy like you not having any fun in bed - wife won't put out?”

Steve laughed aloud, perhaps too loud, before catching himself. He blushed slightly, realizing exactly what he had said.

"Hell, she's been frigid for years... even when she put out it was plain vanilla... she just is what she is, nothing like you." Steve said it, realizing he was saying more than he should.

Looking down at at her, feeling her plucking at his shirt, he could see down her cleavage... god how he would love to get in there. Feeling his cock begin to stiffen in his cotton sleep shorts, he got nervous, saying "I know you, but you look so different, it's been some time since you have been here.... " Steve was stammering, fearing he was misreading her, that he would get caught, or he would get embarrassed, rejected by the beautiful young lady before him
 
“I like vanilla,” I coyly replied, dragging the tip of my tongue across my full lips, “ice cream”. Of course, even in less than sober condition I knew what my friend’s dad was referring to. I wasn’t a stranger to vanilla sex, as most guys were too timid to try anything more daring with me. That was why older, more experienced men appealed to me more.

My lips curved in a satisfied smirk when Steve said his wife was nothing like me. He was complimenting me and rather openly, too.

“I look different...” I tilted my head, lightly tracing my fingertip down the center of Steve’s shirt. My smile only grew when the tall male fumbled over his words. “You mean...sexy? Like...you’d fuck me, if you could?”
 
“You mean...sexy? Like...you’d fuck me, if you could?”

Shit... this was moving fast... what Steve had started out as joking, thinking there was no chance of someone so hot ever being interested in him was now at a point where he had to make a choice. A line was about to be crossed... Did he want to fuck her? Hell yes... at hearing her words, his cock was steadily growing, and was plainly obvious, he was sure.

"I somehow think there are a few other females in the house who would take exception to me fucking your brains out, dear" Steve said the words, implying that yes he wanted to, but also that he was scared he would get caught. "And yes... you are certainly sexy" Steve blurted out, hoping he hadn't gone too far.
 
My big brown eyes lowered to the front of Steve’s pajama bottoms as my fingertips stopped just at their waistband. I grinned to myself, noticing the tent forming beneath the thin material. “But...you want to.” I concluded, lifting my eyes to his again, dark lashes hooding my chocolate hues.

“You reeallly want to.” I purred, almost teasing my friend’s father with this knowledge.

I pulled my hand away, though I didn’t want to, and crossed my arms behind my back. Intentionally pushing my tits toward the all-too-honest man in front of me, I exhaled, “I’m drunk, Steve...maybe you should drive me home.” Before he could muster a response for me, Jennifer emerged with the bottled waters she’d promised. I stepped back from Steve to hug my friend and take the water from her, peering up at Steve expectantly.
 
Steve almost jumped at the sound of Jennifer entering the room. Realizing he was hard, standing in front of her beautiful friend, he was certain his daughter would figure something out. Stammering a bit, he said "Sure, if you would like, I could drive you home. But you are welcome to stay here as well, you are always welcome in our home. Either way, your desire is my command." Steve threw that last bit in there figuring his daughter was too drunk to put two and two together, yet her friend, whose name he still struggled to recall, would know exactly what he was implying.

Steve was trying to sound fatherly, friendly, responsible, but images of Jennifer's hot friend seducing him ran hot through his mind. His cock was still twitching in his shorts as he attempted to position himself so he was hidden.
 
A secretive smile graced my red lips as I watched Jennifer’s dad ramble through his nerves. Separating myself from his daughter, I twisted the cap from my water bottle and tilted my head back to take a sip. I hummed as the cool liquid slipped down my throat, revitalizing my body.

Pulling the bottle away from my mouth, moisture residing on my plump lips, I smiled at Steve and cooed, “You’re soo sweet...I think I want to stay right here with you...and Jenni.” His wife’s name failed me, but I didn’t bother to try remembering it.

I pulled my bottom lip between my front teeth, watching Steve squirm to conceal his boner. I couldn’t help but stare at it even more, trying to guess how hung he was. My eyes lit up as Jennifer selflessly offered me her bedroom, so that she could crash on the sofa bed. If I accepted, that would put me right upstairs, across the hall from the man I intended to seduce...and his boring wife.

“Is that okay with you?” I asked Steve, batting my long lashes.
 
"That's perfect!" Steve said, realizing he was far too excited sounding. "I was going to watch some TV, but if you're ready for bed, I can head back to bed.. or you're welcome to join me. Either way, it's a good night." Steve still fumbled his words, now past the decision making part, knowing he wanted his daughter's friend, his cock rock hard, and sensitive against the fabric of his pants.

"Shall I help you get the sofa bed out now girls?"
 
“I know I’m ready for bed...” I drawled, staring directly into the handsome male’s eyes, eager to get him to myself, “...aren’t you, Jenni?” I knew it was wrong to rush my best friend off to sleep, especially since she was being so sweet to lend me her bed, but my lust clouded my thinking.

Luckily, Jennifer agreed that she was beat and asked that her dad pull the bed out so she could lie down. I made myself somewhat useful, pulling one of the sofa cushions out of place as Jenni removed another. We stood back and let Steve take care of the rest, sipping on our waters.

Once the bed was pulled out, I wrapped my arms around Jennifer and kissed her cheek. “Goodnight, baby. See you tomorrow,” I sighed, sobering just a touch faster than my less tolerant friend. I turned toward Steve, playfully licking the edge of my water bottle when Jennifer turned her back. “I’m going to bed now.” I announced, making my way toward the staircase, expecting to be followed soon enough.
 
Steve pulled the bed out, his cock straining at his shorts the whole time. Either his daughter had seen it and chose to ignore it, or was so drunk she was half blind. He kept trying to steal glances at her friend... desire filling him.

Steve got some quilts from the chest and laid them out for Jen. "Need anything?" He asked Jen, hoping she was ready to pass out.

"It's chilly tonight, do you need any blankets or anything... umm... remind me of your name hon?" Steve said.

Steve was walking up the stairs, a few steps behind Jenn's friend, giving him a great view as he looked up. He planned to stop by his room to ensure his wife was asleep... though he was certain she was. She never woke up, no matter how hard he had tried.

As they approached the doors to the rooms, he looked across and took one last look up and down that sexy body, then mouthed the words "One minute" then slowly opened his door to his room.
 
A soft smile graced my lips as I sauntered up the stairs, tracing my fingertips along the railing on my way. Steve quickly joined me in the staircase, closing in before I reached the top landing. I could feel his hungry eyes on my ass as I swayed it this way and that just to remind him what he’d been getting, if he didn’t chicken out.

I didn’t give much thought to how sleeping with Jennifer's dad might affect her, simply because I had no intention of ever telling her. Some secrets just weren’t meant to be shared between friends.

“Lily,” I gently reminded him, turning on my heel to face my handsome, soon-to-be lover once I’d reached the second floor and we were completely out of my best friend’s sight. I huffed impatiently as Steve checked in on his snoring wife. My wickedness got the best of me as he poked his head inside his dark bedroom. I slid up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, whispering into his ear. “I promise you won’t forget me after tonight.”
 
Feeling Lily's hands wrap around him, Steve was unable to resist. He quietly shut his bedroom door and turned around to face Lily. Smiling nervously, he looked Lily up and down. He placed his hands on her hips and gazed down at her, seeing down her top just enough to further engorge his manhood in his light sleep shorts.

"I think you're right, I am already finding you unforgettable," Eric said softly.
 
When I felt Steve begin to turn around toward me, his torso twisting within my slender arms, I smiled with satisfaction. “You’re all mine now,” I cooed, watching as his eyes shamelessly roamed all over my body. I slipped my hand between us, spreading my fingers over the tent in his shorts. “Hmm...” I gave his cock a little squeeze, grinning sweetly, “that’s all mine too.”

Pushing up on the tips of my toes, I kissed the handsome man's stubbly neck; I couldn't reach higher than that on my own. "Ready for bed?"
 
At the feeling of Lily's hand, Steve shuddered in anticipation... He allowed his hands to slide down behind her as he bent to meet Lily's mouth with his, tentatively allowing their lips to touch.

"Oh am I ever ready for bed! I should probably warn you, it has umm... well... it's been a while," Steve said, grateful the darkness would hide his blush.
 
I stared up at Steve expectantly, hugging my arms around him as I leaned my weight into his chest. A soft giggle escaped my rouged lips as his large hands gradually skimmed down the curve of my ass. I moved my hands to the front of his shirt, grasping tightly, anchoring him when he craned his neck to kiss me. His light scruff scratched my face, but I liked it.

My eyebrow arched when he informed me that he hadn’t been intimate in quite some time. “Don’t worry.” I coaxed, gently tugging him toward Jennifer’s bedroom with me. “I know what I’m doing.”
 
Steve walked Lily backwards into Jen's room. He could feel her large breasts pressed against him as he pushed against her. Steve was having trouble keeping his hands off of Lily's perfect body.. he alternated between feeling her everywhere, and being afraid he was going to do something wrong, or offend her somehow. The farther he made it into the room with her, the more nervous and excited Steve was becoming.

Unable to resist any longer, Steve kissed Lily again... this time, he allowed his mouth to open slightly, hoping to invite Lily's tongue.
 
I locked my eyes on the Steve’s, trusting him to lead me straight through the doorway of my best friend’s bedroom though I couldn’t see where I was going. Giggling as his hands touched and squeezed me, I didn’t care at all if I was overheard. I loved the attention he was giving me, and I wasn’t in any hurry for him to stop.

Feeling his hesitation at times, I placed my hands on top of his and guided them to clasp firmly around my breasts. “I’m not a doll, Steve. You won’t break me.” When he kissed me for the second time, his desire was evident. I opened my mouth to his once the back of my legs touched the foot of his daughter’s bed. Sliding my hands to the front of his shorts, I pushed my tongue out and slowly teased the tip of his tongue with mine.
 
Feeling Lily's tongue meet his, Steve was no longer able to resist. Kissing her passionately, he backed her into the room, his hands roaming, squeezing, caressing.

When Lily placed his hands on her breasts, Steve squeezed. He had never seen, much less touched breasts this large before, and he was thoroughly enthralled.

Steve felt Lily's hand slide to the front of his shorts, and his cock jumped. As they stopped, Lily's legs against the bed, Steve paused and continued groping Lily's breasts, and slowly started to slide her top over head, anxious to see her lovely breasts.
 
“Mmmm.” A soft moan left my lips, the instant Steve submitted to his lust and kissed me with urgency. My fingers danced along the protrusion inside his pajama pants as he groped my tits through my shirt. I reluctantly withdrew my hand from his obvious erection and lifted my arms, facilitating the quick removal of my top.

You can do whatever you want with me,” I whispered, standing before my best friend’s dad in my jeans and a bra that was one cup size too small for my ample breasts. “Does that excite you?” I asked, allowing my hand to sink back down below his waist to cup his hardening bulge.
 
Does that excite you?

"God Lily, you have no idea how much that excites me. It's been so long, and I've never laid eyes on someone as beautiful as you," Steve said lustfully, gasping slightly at the touch of her hands on his rising hardness.

Steve gazed down at Lily's bulging breasts, he looked longingly at them, willing them to break free. He was transfixed by the way the too small bra pushed in and forced them out just enough. Inside, Steve was scared to death... scared Lily wouldn't be happy with his performance, but he tried gallantly to keep his fear from his eyes.

Delicately, Steve pushed Lily to a sitting position on the bed, him still standing before her. He looked down at her beautiful body, his mind racing.
 
I sat down on Jennifer’s bed in response to the gentle coaxing of Steve’s hands. Sliding my hands up and down the handsome man’s sides, I peered up into his eyes as he towered over me. I knew exactly what he wanted from me now, silently placing me squarely in front of his veiled erection.

“Why don’t you take off my bra?” I offered, scooting up to the edge of the bed to get closer to him.

Brushing my fingertips against the underside of his thick bulge, I slowly licked my lips in anticipation of my next move. Bringing my hands up to the elastic band of his shorts, I hooked my fingers inside and slowly inched his pajama bottoms down past his knees, letting them drop around his ankles. His impressive length sprung forth in front of my smoky eyes, drawing a light gasp from my soft mouth. “Fuck Steve...you’re so big.” I cooed, curling my fingers around his rigid base, acquainting myself with his cock.
 
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