I Slept with my Daughter's (18 y/o) Friend!

After leaving the movie theater, we sat semi-awkwardly next to each other, occasionally beaming polite smiles at each other.

“That movie was better than I thought it would be, Rene. What did you think of it?”

I look at her, inviting a response with my warm smile. Truthfully, I never thought this moment would have materialized; seeing how Rene is my daughter’s friend and not mine.

“It was a pretty good movie, Mr. Heff. Some parts were a little slow and boring, but most of it was exciting,” she opines, smiling politely.

“Yeah, I’m used to seeing Jack Bash’s movies. Sometimes they are over-the-top and played out, but sometimes they are actually pretty decent, like this one.”

“Yeah, true that.”

As I set my gaze on her, I feel the reverberation of butterflies in my stomach. The SUV becomes deathly quiet while the radio plays some soothing music in the background. As much as I try to deny it, I’ve had a raging crush on her since day one. Her dark skin radiates an almost magnetic pull on me and her lively brown eyes sparkle with positivity. She may not have the biggest breasts or widest hips, but that doesn’t matter to me. I’m not a typical guy who just looks for physical traits; I’m attracted to her bubbly personality and fun-loving nature.

I sneak a peak at her out of the corner of my eye and see her nipples poking through her shirt. The thought provokes an intense fire in my loins that rips through my veins like lightning. My heart thunders away in anticipation, hoping she’ll turn around and speak to me. But she remains silent, unaware of the hormonal storm brewing inside my body.

Luckily for me, I have a topic I want to discuss with her. If nothing else, it’ll be a good deed that I did for the week.

“Listen, Rene, I’m sure you’ve heard about Jack Bash coming to town in a few days, right?”

“Of course I heard! Why do you ask?”

“Well, I’m not sure what your plans are for it.”

“At this point, I don’t have any plans for it, Mr. Heff. The tickets were all sold out when I tried to buy one. No, wait, let me rephrase that… all the tickets that weren’t insanely overpriced were sold out.”

There is a short duration of silence, then she speaks again. “Why did you ask about that, Mr. Heff?”

Her tone is curious, investigating me.

“Okay, I won’t toy you along, Rene. I asked since last week at work I won a free ticket. I offered to give it to Tiffany, but she said she’s not a big fan of his movies.”

“I see.”

“Yeah, so now I’m seeing if you’d like to go, instead of her.”

She pauses, giving me an ‘is this too good to be true’ look.

“I mean, I would like to go, yes.”

“The only thing is, I have only one ticket, so you’d need to meet a friend or something once you get there.”

“I see, I see,” she repeats, waiting to see if there’s a ‘but’ coming.

Silence returns to the vehicle, with an unanswered question lingering in the air.

“But Mr. Heff, how much do you want me to pay for it? I mean, I realize I live with my parents, but I’m still saving for college. I mention that since if you are looking to make a big profit off the ticket, I might have to deny it. Hopefully you see where I’m coming from,” she says, her tone tactful.

“Huh? Wait, no, I’m not trying to sell you the ticket to it, Rene.”

“For real? You mean, you’re just going to give the ticket to me, free?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying. I got a good paying job and for me, it’s not a big deal if I don’t make a lot of money off it. You have known Tiffany and me for years, Rene, and I think you’d enjoy the show a lot more than I would.”

“Really? Geez, umm, thanks,” she replies, somewhat sheepishly. “That’s really kind of you to do that! I’d really like to attend that event, Mr. Heff! I think I would have a great time at it.”

Her face is beaming a giant smile and I can tell she is grateful for being able to attend the premiere.

“Uhh, I feel kinda bad, Mr. Heff…I mean, you’ve been so generous, and now I’m looking to eat dinner with friends.”

And ditch you, she implies.

“Huh? Don’t worry about that, sweetie. Maybe I’ll see you after dinner, after you and Tiffany and the girls come back to the house.”

“That sounds fair,” she replies, a twinkle in her eye that seems to be lustful.

***

My eyes flick to the closed door as I hear a knock coming from the other side. Trying desperately to contain my lewd desires, I call out for whoever is on the other side to enter. I barely have time to register what is happening before the door suddenly swings open with an authoritative creak and reveals Rene, standing there in all her 18-year-old glory. She saunters into the room and closes the door behind her; I can almost feel it lock shut as if trapping me inside with her.

The distant murmurs of Tiffany and her friends downstairs become drowned out by my thundering heartbeats. “Hi, Mr. Heff,” she says, a mischievous smirk playing at the corner of her lips. Her intense gaze trails down to my pants-less waist and I can swear I see a glint of pleasure in her eyes. Every part of me has gone into overdrive — every nerve scorched with electricity as Rene takes another step towards me, closing the gap that separates us until it is nothing more than a whisper. “Well, I’m glad you came up to say hi, Rene,” I manage to stammer out while my body quivers with excitement.

“Yeah, my friends can be a real bore sometimes! They talk about things that are so trite and banal it’s exhausting.”

“I know what you mean, Rene, it would be best to stay away from such pointless drama.”

“True — but I thought about what occurred inside your car. I mean, when we kissed before you dropped me off at the restaurant.”

At the sound of her words, an electric energy of forbidden pleasure zaps through the room.

I smirk, nonchalantly commenting, “Ha, funny, huh? Initially, I did not believe we’d end up doing something like that! Granted, it was awesome for me since I got to kiss such a beautiful young lady; however I’m sure you’re not impressed with having to make out with a ‘dad’ of all people, right?”

She sniggers, throwing in a sultry wink. “Actually I’m okay with kissing older guys. Especially given the impressive package you’ve got going here.”

Walking across the bed until she reaches me, she lowers herself onto it and subtly moves closer.

“To tell you the truth, Mr. Heff, I dig this new look on you; t-shirt and nothing else is smoking hot — as long as none of my friends see it!”

Rising from the bed as my heart races with anticipation, I lock the door behind us, knowing every second that passes could change everything, and we both know it.

I spin her around, pressing my lips against hers. When I pull away, her neck is left exposed and vulnerable to my touch. I kiss it passionately, savoring the moment, before finally allowing myself to let go of her hips and embrace the intensity of our passions.

Her hand ventures southward until it reaches my thigh, teasing me with its warmth. Not wanting to wait any longer for satisfaction, I lead us to the bed and I lead the way onto it. My hair hits the pillow, my t-shirt riding up.

She looks down at me with a smirk, her fingertips stretching along my scrotum. “I never would have guessed you had such a big dick, Mr. Heff,” she teases wickedly as she starts rubbing me from end-to-end with perfect speed and grip.

The pleasure builds up inside me like a crescendo and I find myself growling involuntarily in ecstasy.

“Oh, yes! Yes, yes!” I groan through gritted teeth.

Tilting over, she takes my cockhead into her mouth, her tongue swirling all over it.

“Yum, I like how your dick tastes,” she announces, once her head has been lifted from it.

She goes back to jerking my shaft, my hand underneath her shirt, rubbing her back.

Once her mouth tires, I turn her over, pinning her petite body to the bed, holding her hands with mine as we kiss. My manhood spears her midsection, my carnal desires eager to rid her of her t-shirt and jeans, my clothing consisting of just my shirt. There’s nothing I want more than to have her naked in my arms, but I’m not going to rush it. I know if I do, I’ll lose control. I need to make this last.

She stops kissing me long enough to pull the shirt over my head, then grabs my hair and pulls me back to her, as if she was afraid I’d disappear. Her mouth opens, urging me to take it. When I do, she moans, her tongue and mine dancing together, her body becoming more eager to be joined with mine. I’m not going to deny either of us the pleasure of joining our bodies. The thought of easing inside her is what finally forces me to break our kiss. I grab her face with one hand, then use my other to unclasp her bra. She sits up, allowing me to remove it. As soon as I do, I drop my gaze at her breasts, small but perky. I cup them with my hands, then lean forward and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking it.

“Oh, God!” she exclaims. “Please, fuck me now!”

Before long, she’s naked, my manhood at her entrance. We both moan, longing for the sensation of our bodies coming together. And when it does, when I’m inside her, filling her, her arms wrap around my neck, her legs locking together behind my back, keeping me close to her. I begin to move, thrusting in and out of her, feeling her pull me in deeper and deeper. The only thing that makes it better is the fact that she’s making noises of pleasure.

We’re both reaching the point of no return, but neither of us wants to bring it to an end. She squeezes her legs around me tighter, locking me in place. Her body quakes with a hard orgasm, and mine follows behind it. I thrust into her one last time, exploding inside her, my body quaking in a pleasure I never knew existed. Draining my balls and manhood, I collapse on top of her, immediately rolling to the side so I don’t crush her.

“Wow…oh, wow,” she says, staring at the ceiling. “That was the hardest I’ve ever been fucked!”

THE END