Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“How about we all go out to dinner to celebrate?” I suggest.
Watching Jen’s eyes light up as she nods her head instantly in agreement.
But Abby makes a face.
“Dad? It’s a girl’s only weekend,” she whines, pouting and folding her arms.
“Plus, it’s like a hundred degrees out there, I just want to dive into the pool and cool off,” she finally sighs, eying Jen.
“You bring your swimsuit?” she asks her, and I watch Jen flush with embarrassment.
The idea of Jen in a swimsuit right now is too much.
At least with Abby around.
I’m already struggling not to get hard just being in the same room as Jen.
“I uhhh…. I guess I’ll leave you girls to it then,” I say, clearing my throat and crimping a smile in Jen’s direction.
Shrugging my shoulders before they sag lower, I know that I’m damned if I hang around like a third wheel. But I’m double damned if I have to be tormented by Jen’s sweet little body in a swimsuit.
All wet, with her perfect fucking tits bouncing around….
I stifle a groan, and as much as it pains me, I avoid Jen’s gaze as I exit the kitchen, muttering something about letting me know if they change their mind.
Abby’s excited chatter drowns me out, but I can feel Jen’s eyes following me as I leave the kitchen.
I can feel her already wondering the same thing I am.
How the hell are we going to get through two whole days of this?
Days? What about the fucking nights?
I groan louder once I’m alone. Fully aware of my predicament, I feel my cock swelling to full attention just thinking about Jen sleeping a few feet away from me in this house.
My hand gripping myself through my shorts. I can’t help imagining her in swimsuits, pajamas, or underwear until she’s finally naked in my mind.
I groan again, making my way quickly to my room which isn’t far from the kitchen.
Leaning against the door as I close it behind me, I free myself from my shorts, pumping my swollen length with only one person on my mind.
As much as I want to, relieving myself right now isn’t going to change how I feel.
And it’s hardly the time or place.
But with my balls rising up already, all the pent-up pressure I feel for Jen, longing to plant my seed inside her, it’s as hard to stop myself as it is to stop breathing.
I can hear Abby’s voice from the kitchen, but Jen’s quiet. The sounds from the kitchen make me stop thinking about my need long enough to realize that giving myself a happy finish right now isn’t really going to help.
If anything, I know I’d only feel like I’d wasted something.
This special thing I have for her isn’t going to put a smile on her face if I spray paint my room with it now, is it?
I’m usually pretty calm in a crisis, but my heart’s thumping against my ribs so hard, and my entire body feels tense as I reluctantly loosen my grip, sliding my shorts back over myself.
“Soon, little buddy…Soon,” I promise my aching cock in a low, hoarse whisper.
Swallowing hard as I shut my eyes tight, trying to see anything except Jen when I do. Praying that she feels the same way I do, or else I’ll just go insane. I know I will.
Abby’s voice and then her rapping on my door snap me back to reality.
“Dad? You in there?” she asks. And keeping myself and the tent pole in my shorts behind the edge of the door, I open it just enough to show my face.
“Hi, sweetie,” I stammer, noticing her concerned look.
“You okay, Dad? I mean…you look like you just ran a marathon,” she observes.
“I’m fine. Just the heat, I guess…,” I offer in explanation, even though it must be sixty degrees in here right now.
Abby studies my expression before shrugging it off. “I need you to lift the pool cover off,” she tells me, forcing a cheesy smile at the end, which I return.
“Girls only, huh?” I tease her. “Until there’s some heavy lifting involved,” I say, chuckling to myself.
“You’re the only one strong enough to do it,” Abby reminds me, and I give her a smug look.
“You’re welcome.” I remind her, pecking her cheek and feeling human again once my urge for her best friend subsides.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I promise her. “But Abby, I wished you had run this whole New York thing by me,” I add in a more serious tone. “It’s a big deal, and I’m not sure I like the idea of you in the city all on your own,” I admit.
Knowing it could never change her mind, but at least having to get that part of today off my chest to her.
“I know, Dad,” Abby says soothingly, moving to rest her hand on my arm as it hugs the door.