Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I feel a mix of pride, satisfaction, and, as much as I hate to admit it, shame, not because of what Beth and I have done, but because it’s in my best friend’s house, right on his damned kitchen table, for god’s sake. That’s what I mean about wanting it to be special in other ways, but Beth doesn’t seem bothered one bit.
She cooing little sounds and even blowing on my still twitching dick as if it’s a giant birthday candle, reminding me again that her room is just feet away and that we have all day. My impulse thought is that maybe I’m too old to have the sex drive that could keep up with a freshly aroused vixen like Beth. She doesn’t just like it. She fucking loves it. I can tell, but my own arousal that won’t quit isn’t showing any signs of giving up either, even after redecorating Brad’s kitchen for free.
“You can take me someplace special after,” she announces with a purr, slowly working my shaft again, looking like a girl who wants to play with her new toy a lot longer. She makes me groan aloud as I wonder why I’d fight it a second longer.
I scoop her up in my arms, making her squeak. The six steps to her room are a blur before I toss her onto her bed, already devising ways to position and claim her. Beth’s writhing on the spot, tugging her nightshirt down tight between her legs, making her tits press so hard against the thin fabric I think I know where my mouth can start this time.
Her phone springs to life, lighting up my peripheral vision. The name “Lucy” is in big white letters on the screen, matched only by the shrill and distorted ringtone of some song only a girl Beth’s age could know. If ever there was something to kill a moment, this is it.
“She knows I’m here,” I murmur to Beth, who moves like lightning once it pegs how important it’s gonna be for us from now on to know exactly where the others are at all times. This has been foolish in so many ways but oh so worth it in every other.
“Answer it,” I urge her, already zipping myself back up as if Lucy’s going to appear like a genie out of Beth’s phone. I can see Beth having a similar reaction, sweeping her coverlet over herself for the sake of modesty to answer a damned telephone.
See what I mean about wanting to do it right?
About making it special?
Shut up.
Beth answers, sounding like she’s just committed a murder, sounding nothing like how the two of them usually talk that I’ve ever heard. She goes pale, and without being able to look me in the eye, she hands the phone to me. To me! Lucy’s asked her to pass the phone over instead of the usual crazy natter between them.
She’ll know. Lucy’s not stupid. God! How the fuck am I gonna explain this?
“Uh, yes. Hullo, Lucy,” I hear myself saying in a deep baritone, sounding more like a game show host than her father. “I-I’m fine,” I choke, recovering when she demands to know what’s going on and why I sound so weird. “Just had something go down the wrong way,” I rasp.
Beth shoots me a wide-eyed look before rolling them, falling back onto her bed in a mock faint, and covering her head with a pillow.
“Well, I asked if you wanted to come with me,” I remind Lucy once she whines in my ear about taking off and leaving her all alone at home, even though it was her idea.
“Now Beth’s gonna think I just abandoned her. She’ll think I can’t even go there myself to pick up my things!” Lucy complains as if she never stopped for breath after chewing me out over breakfast this morning.
I frown, and not just because of how annoyed I am at Lucy’s timing or even the fact we’re both doing something that’s making more problems than it’s gonna solve. She doesn’t know about Beth and me. The only two people who know what’s happening are in this room, and I’d like to keep it that way for now. I’m frowning because I’m not sure what’s gotten into my daughter or even who the hell she is anymore. Last I spoke with her before coming back, everything was fine. Now she’s just acting strange, to put it mildly… said the father who was just about to boink her best friend. I still plan to once I know I can get us somewhere we won’t be disturbed.
It was stupid of me to lose control like that. It won’t happen again. It can’t. We need to keep it between us and just for us. No interruptions allowed.
“Lucy, what is it with you?” I ask her hotly. “I told you I was—” I start to inform her, but she talks over me. “I guess I need to know how long you’re gonna be. I just needed a few things… for cleaning,” she says, sounding about as convincing as my “going to Beth’s to pick up your things” story, even though I do plan to go home with her stuff… at some point.