Tryst (2 page)

I lifted her back onto the counter and spread her pussy open again. The juicy pink man-eating gash winked at me but I resisted this time and just put some cream on my bug finger before putting it deep inside where it would do the most good. “You’re all set.” One last kiss and I helped her down.

We both got cleaned up and she rushed out the door to head back to school; grabbing a banana for lunch on her way out.

I laid back across the bed and took stock. I had to get back to the construction site, but there was no hurry when you were the boss. With my cock happy and my heart finally back to normal the same old worries set in. What the fuck was I doing? I asked myself the same thing after every fuck session. I’m old enough to be her father she’s my daughter’s best friend, what will happen if the truth gets out?

I’m not overly worried about what people will say, she’s eighteen, old enough to fuck; but my daughter is another matter.

I threw my arm over my eyes and I thought about my plight for the one-hundredth time. The situation was fucked, but the one thing I was sure of, was that no force on earth was going to keep me away from the young girl that had just left my bed. I was hooked, all the way gone, but there were things that needed tending to before we could get to where I wanted us to be.

Just thinking about my daughter made my gut hurt, I wouldn’t hurt her for the world, but she was already do bruised and I know my babying her over the years, even as a teenager wasn’t going to help the current situation. I had a pretty good idea in fact of just how this shit would play out if and when it ever came out. unless I could find a way to make it right for everyone.

Let’s go back a little so you will know what I’m rambling about.

GABE

When I was sixteen I knocked up this girl. No she wasn’t my high school sweetheart, nothing that romantic. I was a jock pure and simple. I had pussy coming out my ear from the age of fourteen until…well now. I got this hottie named Priscilla Stevens pregnant when we were both sixteen. Instead of losing their shit like I expected both our parents to, they actually got together and worked shit out.

There was no talk of marriage because although I would’ve done it for my kid, I knew I wasn’t in love with her and she wasn’t with me. Besides outside of fucking her I learned that I didn’t really like Priscilla as a human being, she was a rank bitch to put it frankly. Anyway our parents got together and came up with a plan. They would both co-parent until we were old enough to take the responsibility.

I guess the fact that we were both only children had a lot to do with that. Whatever it was, I will be eternally grateful. I went off to college and got my degree in Architecture. Three years after working with one of the leading firms in the state I got smart and started my own construction company. I hired the best of the crews I’d worked with as an architect, so now I not only designed buildings I also built them. Priscilla is a hotshot lawyer, which is perfect for her ball-busting ass.

Between the two of us we managed not to fuck up our kid and that little girl came to mean the world to me. I knew we owed our parents a fuck of a lot; that shit could’ve turned out so different. But once my girl was old enough to know that grandma and grandpa weren’t her real parents, and that I was her father, she didn’t give a fuck about semantics, she felt abandoned.

I took that shit seriously while her mom pretty much brushed the shit off. She was interested only in her career. I was interested in getting back as soon as possible so that I could be there for my kid. The phone calls every night at bedtime helped a little, but she let me know in no uncertain terms that she needed me home.

And even though she wasn’t rude to her grandparents, by the time it was time for me to graduate she was making it plain that she was ready for a change. She’s a bit like me when it comes to wanting shit her way, and I hope to fuck nothing like her mother the psycho.

She was another reason I needed to get back to my kid. After she’d come up pregnant at sixteen it was like she had something to prove. I understood that it was hard for her being the one to carry the baby, and the one to put up with the stigma, but she acted a lot like I was back there in that car alone, like she wasn’t on my dick to get fucked.

There were times in between when she looked like she wanted me to break her off another ride, but all it took was the memory of her screeching ass voice that one time she lost her mind and threatened to off my kid while she was still in the womb, for my nuts to crawl into my ass crack. No fucking way.

I’d threatened her ass but good and put my mom on the alert back then, but I never forgot that shit and never quite trusted her ass after that. She seemed to have calmed the fuck down with time, even though she sometimes tried to tell me what I should or should not be doing with my life.

She’d even tried the custody thing before I let her ass know in no uncertain terms that as long as our kid shared my blood there was no way that was going to happen. I had the escape route already picked out anytime she felt like trying. When she realized I wasn’t kidding, that I would nab my kid and run, she backed the fuck down. Plus her parents let her trifling ass have it for being a conniving bitch.

She’s had men over the years, but for some fucked up reason got pissed the fuck off when I was in a relationship, which was a bit misleading since I didn’t do those things. The only lesson I learned from the teenage pregnancy was to always keep my shit covered even if the chick said she was on the pill. Something I’ve held to all these years except here lately. Like I said, the thing with me, and Brianna came completely out of left field and blindsided my ass.

After that first taste of hot pussy wrapped around my dick for the first time in almost twenty years, there was no turning back. Every time since then, I’ve fucked her raw in more ways than one. I don’t think I’ll ever put anything between me and my babygirl, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I had to stop and pat my cock back into place since just the thought of how her silky pussy felt on my cock made me hard as fuck.

Maybe I will find a way to break one off in her this evening. We’ve been playing it pretty close here lately, taking risk that could get us caught, but she was young, and dick was new, and she was constantly in heat. Me, I was in love for the first time in my life and fucking with that added element was a whole new ballgame for me; my ass was addicted to that gash between her thighs.

Anyway like I was saying, I haven’t known Bri that long, but shit got heated fast. When Crystal, my daughter turned seventeen a few months ago she just turned up at my door with her shit packed, there was no discussion just, ‘daddy I’m coming to live with you’.

That was it; up until then she had spent weekends with me. When I was away at college, my parents had taken her every other week, and Priscilla’s family the next. Then when I came home and settled into a job, I would have her on the weekends, she spent summers with my family and I as well, but this was the first time she would be living with me.

Of course I didn’t turn her away, not only because of my guilt over leaving her alone all those years, but because I genuinely loved her. She was the one thing I was constantly proud of, even more so than my achievements in the work place. She was smart and beautiful and had the biggest heart of anyone I know.

That’s why I was afraid of hurting her. I don’t know why I was so sure, Brianna seemed to think it would be nothing, but I knew that my daughter still had abandonment issues, and if she knew I was fucking her friend it would not go over well.

Fuck me, how was I going to do this? I didn’t want to have to keep Bri a secret, she deserved so much more, and her home life was a mess. I needed to be there for her one hundred percent, and the man that I am conflicted with this arrangement, but things had happened so fast and so unexpectedly that I hadn’t been prepared. I didn’t even know the fucking girl existed until roughly a month ago, one week later I had her pinned under me with her blood on my cock.

I remember that first meeting like it just took place. I think as long as I live the feeling would always be this vivid, this new, this real. I’d come home from a long frustrating day, expecting to see my daughter in her usual sweats and one of my tees lounging around the house until her dad got home to spar with her. That’s what I call our nightly discussions on world events or whatever it was she was into on any given day. Instead I walked into a living room of teenage girls doing some sort of exercise.

My eyes zeroed in on one particular body. She was short, compact, with a mile of hair, and the biggest tits I’d ever seen on a body that small. At first glance it was almost easy to believe that it was some kind of hoax, that there was no way her little frame could carry all that tit meat, but my body’s reaction assured me that it was more than possible. She moved and those babies jiggled before falling into place, and I barely caught myself before shaking my head to clear it. I tried making sense of what I was seeing, of just what I had walked into.

They had moved the furniture around to make room and I guess because it was raining buckets outside they had decided to break their damn necks in my living room instead of out on the lawn. I’m pretty sure the handstand thing some of them were doing along with the jumping shit that had brought Brianna to my attention, were meant to be done in wide-open spaces.

“Oh hi dad.” I dragged my eyes away from the unbelievable tits of the girl in my living room and swallowed hard as I tried to concentrate on my kid. “Hi sweetheart.” I hope my voice didn’t give me away as I tried valiantly to keep my eyes front and center.

Out the corner of my eyes I saw the little sexpot do some sort of twist and bend. Her shirt which was tight while standing somehow moved away from her body in this position, giving me a good shot at the tops of her creamy tits. My daughter was saying something and I’m ashamed to say that for once I wasn’t hanging onto her every word.

No, instead I was trying my best to keep my dick under mind control. That shit wasn’t working though and I was afraid if I didn’t get out of there soon, I was gonna have some explaining to do. My daughter is very understanding but I don’t think she would understand why daddy was about to blow a nut in the middle of the living room in front of her friends.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Since when had I become a cradle robber? I tried talking myself down, tried rationalizing the shit in my head in the few seconds I was standing there, but nothing was working.

All I could hope was that my daughter and her little friends didn’t notice the massive cock that was trying to fight its way out of my slacks. Of course today had been meeting day and instead of protective jeans I was wearing a suit whose jacket I had long discarded, fuck me.

I held my briefcase in front of the evidence as my daughter introduced me; I only caught one name, hers. The little dark haired fox with the tits that made me wanna drool and fuck at the same time.

Her face was like something out of a Hollywood blockbuster, no lie. They didn’t make them like this when I was in school, and I’d fucked the best they had back then. What the fuck are they feeding these kids nowadays anyway?

As if her tits and that face wasn’t enough, when she turned away to say something to one of the others, her ass was outstanding. Somebody was fucking with me; that’s it. She was probably wearing some sort of padding in all the right places because fuck if she didn’t look like my perfect woman.

Only problem with that was, she was no woman. This was one of my daughter’s little friends for fuck sake and I was having visions of bending her over somewhere and fucking her raw.

I remembered that I was a grown man and that the little hottie was probably my daughter’s age, which would make her barely legal but still a little young for my taste. “Brianna’s a year ahead dad she’s showing us how to do the drills from last year, she’s like a legend at our school.”

My daughter seemed to be reading my mind with that ready answer. “Oh is she?” I held out my hand for hers as the others seemed oblivious to the fireworks. I didn’t miss the blush or the up and down look she gave me that made my unruly cock start leaking. And I was sure she felt the same jolt of lightning that had just ran through my six- four frame.

A year ahead, that would put her at eighteen, still a bit young but I could deal with it. Hold it right there partner, what the fuck are you thinking? Your life’s too easy is that it? I had to drag my eyes away from her ass again as the rest of the room came back into focus.

The other little girls gave me their usual shy ‘hi Mr. Darcy’, followed by the perpetual giggles that seemed to be par for the course with this bunch, but not the fox. Oh no, she was a lot more reserved, more mature in her approach. If I didn’t know better I would think her coy look was a come on, but that couldn’t be, could it? My mouth actually fucking watered at the thought of getting at those babies, and I had lost my fucking mind in the last five minutes.

What the fuck are you thinking Gabriel? You can’t go there man, no dice, too much trouble. That seemed to bring me back from the brink at least for now. “I’ll leave you ladies to it, it was nice meeting you all.” I kept my head straight and mourned the loss as I headed to the kitchen for a cold one.

Damn, I think I had her scent in my nose. I looked back over my shoulder just before turning the corner and our eyes collided. That’s when I saw it, the same hunger that was burning a hole in my gut shining in her big brown eyes. Fuck!

That look practically sealed her fate. Even as I was calling myself all kinds of dog for even thinking of going after my daughter’s friend, I knew myself well enough to know that once I had her scent there wasn’t much that would save her from me.

She might be younger than my usual, and I was sure that was going to involve some extra care on my part, but no one had gotten that much of a rise out of me in a long time if ever, and I’m not the man to walk away blind from something like that.

Neither of us seemed willing to look away and the spell was only broken when one of the others called her attention away. But in the few seconds we’d been locked into each other I knew; before long I was going to be balls deep in my daughter’s little friend. My dick complied and I carried on on my way to get that much needed beer. That look, damn, I wonder if she knew what her eyes were saying to me? The message that I had read loud and clear.

Even then in the first blush of lust when all I could think about was getting my tongue in her little young cunt, my mind didn’t go anywhere near consequences or repercussions. What red-blooded man’s would with something like that on the horizon?

It’s not like I’m hard up or some shit, I get plenty pussy. And even with my daughter here I find ways to get to the pussy, though not in my house, my kid is one territorial little fuck.

That right there should’ve given me pause, but nothing was going to get in the way of what I wanted. I would make a way; at least that’s what I told myself.

For the next few days I found myself coming home earlier and earlier in the hopes of finding her there again, but no such luck. I had the blue balls bearing opportunity to talk to her on the phone when she supposedly mistakenly called while my daughter was at practice one day though.