Story 16 #3
Holly. Of course, now it made sense. Beth had been talking about her friend Holly since she was about eighteen years old. They had met at her summer job that year and had become friends quickly. He had sometimes wondered why he had never met her. His wife had insinuated that it was to do with Holly being something of a bad influence on Beth, and now that he was seeing her, he could believe it.
Holly was looking at him intensely, as though she was thinking about the possibilities.
“Sorry,” he said, trying to keep his cool, “Beth is out of town at the moment. She’s gone to visit her grandparents.”
He was about to finish that statement by informing her that Beth had gone out of town with his wife. But, suddenly, he didn’t want to talk about his wife with this beautiful young woman.
Holly scowled slightly. Somehow, that only made her look even sexier to him.
“Oh, damn it,” she said, “I wonder why she didn’t tell me.”
“If it’s any consolation, it was all very last-minute. I guess that she just forgot.”
”Typical Beth,” Holly sighed, shaking her head. Then, she turned to look at him, and there was a new light in her eyes, as though the possibilities were starting to reveal themselves in her mind.
“So,” she said, “I guess that would mean that you’re home all alone, would it?”
“Why, yes, it does,” he said. His heart was racing. He was starting to think that this could really happen. The two of them looked at one another, as though they were trying to work out who should make the next move.
He knew that he should say something. He could feel the moment slipping away from him.
But in his mind, he kept thinking to himself - this is madness. This is his daughter’s friend. This young woman is young enough to be his daughter.
But he wanted her. He wanted to taste her, wanted to feel her tight body all over, wanted to see if that naughty little smile of hers was all for show or if she really was as much fun as she looked like she could be.
To hell with it, he said to himself, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Would you like to come in?” he asked her, as casually as he could.
“I thought that you’d never ask,” she replied, the intensity in her gaze only growing.
He held the door open for her, and she walked inside. He looked out into the street, making sure that no one had seen what was happening, and then he closed the door behind him. He followed Holly through to the kitchen - it was as though she had already taken possession of the house, letting him know that she was in control here.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked her. He headed over to the fridge and opened it without waiting for a reply.
“No,” she answered, “I’m OK.”
Then, he felt a light touch on his lower back, her fingers brushing against him.
“I think what I want is right here,” she said, her voice close now. She had leaned in toward his ear, and then her touch on his body grew more pronounced as she seemed to stroke him.
For a heartbeat, he didn’t turn. This is it, he thought. It’s right there for the taking. It’s madness, it’s foolishness, and it’s exactly what you want.
He closed the door, straightening up and turning to her. She was right there in front of him. He looked down at her. She looked even smaller up close like this. As he looked down, her could see slightly down the front of her tight top, and he felt a yearning to feel those soft breasts. But they were right there for the taking, he told himself.
His breath caught in his throat. He reached out and stroked her face. She closed her eyes for just a second and then looked into his eyes again. His hand went beneath her chin, holding it as he bent down to kiss her.
Her arms slipped around behind his head, and then he was kissing her, his lips pushed against her, feeling her tongue dart into his mouth, eager, greedy.
His own tongue pushed against hers. He felt one of her hands on the back of his head, the fingers pushing through his hair, and then she was pulling him to her while also pulling herself to him, and one of his hands went behind her head, his fingers slipping through her hair now, feeling its silky softness, its thickness.
His other hand went to one of her shoulders, feeling that soft skin that had first stirred his passions. His fingers toyed with the thin strap of her top for a moment and then slid down her upper arm. She felt so small, so delicate, beneath his touch. He took his hand off her arm, and then it went to her waist. He stroked her waist, and as he did so, her top was pushed up slightly. He felt more of her skin then, and his fingers pushed beneath the top, wanting her, wanting to feel every part of her.
One of her hands went to the front of his body, her palm moving over his chest, down over his stomach, and then moving around behind him.
Her other hand stayed on the back of his head, the fingers toying with his hair. It was wonderful. His cock was hard in his pants now, harder now even than it had been when he had been lying in bed, pleasuring himself. This was much better than any of his fantasies. This was something beyond anything that he could ever have imagined. He wanted her tight little body, wanted to make her scream, wanted to see just what kind of fun they could have.
His hand that was resting slightly beneath her top moved around to the front of her body and felt the flatness of her stomach, her taut abs. He felt the indentation of her belly button, and his fingers brushed against it slightly. He felt her body shiver almost imperceptibly with pleasure at his touch, and he knew that she wanted more - and that was exactly what he wanted as well.
His kisses moved to the corner of her mouth, moved to her cheek, moved to her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe lightly, and then his kisses moved down to her throat as she tilted her head to one side, offering herself to him.
He could hear her breathing heavily now, almost sighing with every breath, and then there was a light moan as he bit her throat slightly. He licked at her skin, and then his kisses moved down to her shoulder. He wanted to kiss every part of her, to explore her with his touch, with his mouth.
Her hand that had been moving over his body now pushed up beneath his top, feeling more of him. He thought about how good his body had looked in the mirror that morning, and he was grateful for the time that he had spent in the gym. He had never known that he’d have a hot young thing like this to impress, but now he felt as though all of that time working out was finally paying off.
He raised his face from her shoulder and looked into her eyes. Her lips were parted, a look of lust in her eyes. There were red spots on her cheeks, standing out against her pale skin, and he knew just how much she wanted him, just how turned on she was now.
Her hand moved down from beneath his top, down to the top of his pants, as their eyes were locked together.
Her hand went over the front of his pants, finding the hard bulge of his cock and giving it a playful squeeze.
“Well,” she said, “I think that someone is ready.”
“Let’s take this upstairs.”
“OK,” she said, giving his cock one last squeeze.
He had thought about just fucking her here. He was feeling so wild at this point that the idea of bending her over the kitchen table, yanking her panties down, and pushing his cock into her as she squirmed, as she pushed back onto him, as she cried out, was very tempting, but he wanted to do this properly. He wanted to take his time.
He took her hand and felt her squeeze his. He began to lead her upstairs. He glanced back at her for a moment, still scarcely able to believe that this was really happening. They made their way to his bedroom, and he closed the door behind them. It was just the two of them now. Just the two of them and the bed where they were going to have all their fun.
His hands went to her waist and pulled her to him, and then her arms were around him again as they kissed with a renewed passion. His hands moved up beneath her top, feeling more of her body, but he didn’t quite dare to reach up to her breasts - not just yet, no matter how much he wanted them.
He held her like that, his hands on her slim waist, and then one of his hands moved around behind her, sliding down to her ass. It was a tight little peach of an ass, and he took as much of it in one hand as he could, squeezing it. While he was doing this, he could feel her hands beneath his top again, feeling more and more of his body.
He began pulling at her skirt, pulling it up so that his hand could move beneath it and grab her ass properly. He pushed her panties down, and now he was feeling more of her soft skin. He pulled her to him, and then he was grinding himself up against her, the hardness of his cock against her softness.
Now, he couldn’t control himself anymore. His other hand moved up further beneath her top and took hold of one of her breasts. It was large and soft and perfect. He gave it a squeeze. He could feel the raised nipple pushing against his hand, and after he had massaged the breast for several moments, he moved his focus to the nipple, taking it between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it ever-so-slightly, and then flicking at it with his thumb. She kissed him with more intensity, her hands moved with more intensity, and he knew the effect that he was having on her.
He decided that it was time for them to step things up a bit. Somewhat reluctantly, he took his hands away from her body and stepped back from her.
She was panting now, a wild look in her eyes. She looked as though she might pounce on him at any moment.
He looked at her with a smile. He felt as though he had taken control of her now. He had the power, although he also knew that he was ready to give himself to her, to do whatever she wanted and to pleasure her however she wanted in a moment.
He pulled his T-shirt off and dropped it to the floor. She looked at his body, and then she reached out with her hands and ran them over his chest.