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  My

  Daddy’s

  Best

  Friend

  (Deep Inside)

  By

  Kyra Keeley

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  Published by Kyra Keeley at Smashwords

  Copyright 2013

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  This is a work of fiction that contains adult situations. All semblances to persons or places, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.

  Trust me—I don’t know how I let it happen. I certainly didn’t expect it too. I mean, my Dad’s best friend . . .geesh. Paul has been at every one of my birthday parties, as long as I remember at least, for Christ sake. He watched me grow up—just plain weird, but . . .

  I guess he was always my Dad’s hot friend when I was growing up. I do remember naming dolls after him and having little play weddings, but ever since I hit puberty I certainly never thought of him in this way until that day.

  I guess I should tell you what led up to this unlikely event.

  I moved out of my parent’s house as soon as I could after turning 18. I moved out “alone,” but that is really just what I told my parents. The moment I unpacked my boyfriend moved in, which was exactly what I wanted. However, after a month we hated each other and we broke up.

  I was crestfallen once he left. I didn’t realize how lonely I was going to be. I cried nearly every night and actually started to miss my parents. I started trying to date a lot of boys my age just to make myself feel loved and desired. Date after date, it became pretty obvious that I was more mature than I thought. All of these guys were just not doing it for me. They all seemed so desperate, horny, and ultimately undeserving of my time (especially my body).

  One day at a coffee shop, I was sure I had found a guy more my speed. I set up a date almost immediately after he introduced himself. I spend the next week, that felt like a month, waiting for the day.

  He was supposed to pick me up at 8:00. I was so excited. I got really dressed up in a short skirt and a low cut blouse—like I said I though he was going to be a keeper. I put on a red lacy bra and panty set. My young breast spilled out of the top of the bra and the panties covered about half my ass. The pleated red skirt I put on was lucky to make it too the middle of my porcelain thighs. I finished off my outfit with a tight black tank top, and jean jacket, and a pair of shiny black heels. Then I put on just the smallest amount of makeup.

  The time he was supposed to pick me up came and went. An hour past time, after a little bit of a sulk fest, I decided to call it quits.

  I needed some company badly. I picked dirty clothes up off the floor (I’m kind of a slob) deciding to go to my parents for the night. I thought I could do some laundry, hang out with my parents, and eat a home cooked meal. So, without changing my going out clothes, I get in my car and follow the familiar path back home.

  When I pull up in my parents driveway of their sleepy suburban home I notice their car is not in there. My heart sinks a little, but my Dad’s friend, Paul’s car is there. Maybe my Dad is home with Paul and they are watching the game. If I’m lucky they have ordered pizza.

  I open the door and walk into my parent’s living room.

  “Hello,” I call out.

  No one, but Paul is in sight. He turns around completely not expecting to see me, especially not in such a revealing outfit. He is completely smitten. I guess he never imagined me as having legs or breast, but I do, and they’re very exposed just feet away from him. He tries to stop himself from looking me up and down, but he just can’t seem too. I bet it’s hard getting older and not being around peacocking young girls.

  I don’t mind at all, especially considering I feel pretty down in the dumps after the night’s rejection.

  “Oh, hi Sarah,” Paul says tying to be nonchalant about his little leering session.

  “Hi, Paul. Where are my Mom and Dad?” I ask—hoping they are on their way back. I do like Paul, but at this point I’m not sure I want to spend the night alone with him—kind of wishing I hadn’t brought that load of laundry in with me.

  “They’re out of town. Didn’t they tell you?” Paul enquires.

  “Shit, your right,” I say dramatically slapping my forehead. Paul is totally right. They told me early this week. I guess I forgot in my distraught state.

  “Well, I’m feeding the dog in exchange for getting to watch the game on this fancy ass TV.” Paul says explaining pointing ay my Dad’s unnecessarily large TV.

  “Too bad . . .,” I say tossing my laundry down on the carpet before throwing myself on the far end of the couch opposite Paul.

  “I’m not enough,” Paul says jokingly. He smiles ecstatically like my nubile young flesh this close to him just made his night.

  “No, it’s cool. I just need a new brain, one that remembers things people say to me.” I tell Paul across are not too distant proximity.

  “I can relate. We’ll don’t feel like you have to leave. We can get some delivery. You know, make this a party. That’s what teenagers do when their parents are away, right?”

  “I guess . . . if you get pizza just get me a salad,” I say glancing over at Paul. Perversely I imagine what his cock looks like. Wow, that was inappropriate. I guess I’m really lonely.

  “I’ll get on it,” Paul says. When he says that, I imagine him getting on me.

  “Shit,” I accidently say out loud in reaction to my naughty thoughts. “I should probably go to my room for a bit,” I say blushing and slightly stammering over my words.

  “Sure . . . sure . . . I’m here if you want to hang out,” Paul tells me.

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  I throw a load of laundry in the washer that starts spinning right away. I bite my lower lips and push myself against it. I let the vibration’s go through me. I immediately turn to my date that should’ve been. I let out a little sigh getting immediately turned on. I guess I miss my boyfriend more than I thought. Slightly embarrassed I walk away from the laundry room to my bedroom.

  I shut my bedroom door behind me and momentarily bask in the familiar sight of my unchanged room. I collapse on my bed on my back. I look at a pile of dolls on my dresser and it reminds me of how I used to kind of be in love with Paul. He is still kind of cute. He actually reminds me of the boy I was supposed to go out with tonight, but I won’t hold that against him.

  I looked so hot tonight! This makes me all the more mad. I never put on a skirt, so that was quite a prize for my date. Without even thinking, I’ve pulled up my short skirt up and have slid my fingers down the front of my lacy underwear. As I start moving my fingers around my little button, my mind wanders to my would be suitor. Then that image switches to Paul sitting out there on my parents couch.

  I can’t blame myself. He is kinda cute and he’s just a sitting target out there sharing a house with an adorable 18 year old half his age. He would not possibly be able to resist.

  I start getting devious little plans to lead him into my incredibly devious little plot.

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  “Sarah!” Paul calls out from the living room. His voice startles me and I quickly pull my hand out of my panties. He really should have made the effort to come to my room. That would have made this potential seduction process of mine go a lot easier. I put my fingers in my mouth and taste my juices.

  ****

  Here goes nothing. Before going back to Paul, I hike up my skirt to just below my round teenage ass, and give my top a tug downwards.

  When I enter the living room, it’s like he’s seeing me again for the first time. It’s amazing what just those few extra inches of visible flesh can do for a girl. He stops in the middle of a bite of a slice of pizza.

  “Sarah, you look really nice tonight,” Paul says
wiping his mouth.

  “Oh thanks, Paul, I was supposed to go on a date tonight,” I say shrugging my shoulder trying to look like a wounded puppy.

  “Fucking lucky guy, doesn’t know what he was missing,” Paul says looking me over.

  “That’s what I thought,” I say while bending over the coffee table allowing Paul plenty of time to look at my half exposed breast.

  “Well, like I said, we could have some fun,” Paul says slyly.

  “Oh, yeah. Whatever do you mean my Dad’s best friend,” I say trying to put myself back in charge.

  “You know your Dad said that he wouldn’t mind . . . you know?” Paul says lasciviously crossing all kinds of lines.

  “Yeah right, you fucking liar,” I say smiling ear to ear.

  “Well, just a thought Sarah. I’m here all night,” Paul say casually putting his arms behind his head, apparently losing interest in his pizza.

  “Doubtfully,” I say glancing over and taking in just how masculine and genuinely adult he looks.

  “Just kidding you know, Sarah, but seriously, that guy missed out—not lying about that,” Paul says putting himself back in place.

  Letting him know I don’t find him a threat, or I might take him up on it, I pull my legs up on the couch. When I do I know I’m fully aware that my skirt has fallen all the way up to my panties. If Paul cares to look, he can see the nearly transparent fabric stretched tightly over my young pussy. Finishing up the salad, Paul was kind enough to order for me, I absently stare forward at the game. I only get hornier as I see those fit college students running around in tights bashing in too each other.

  The whole time I’m with Paul on the couch, he is glancing over at my indecent exposure. At one point, out of the corner of my eye I’m pretty sure I catch him adjusting himself. I secretly hope he’s totally dying for me and that his cock is hard as can be. Tortuously, I thank him for the salad and head back to my room.

  “Ah, Sarah, don’t go. I was enjoying the company.”

  “I’m kind of tired. I might just take a little nap while my laundry finishes.”

  ****

  Back in my room, I know full and well that I’m not done with Paul. I open my vanity drawer and take out a fake spider that my older brother used to torture me with. I place it on the floor halfway between my door and my frilly pink and white bed. I strip off my skirt and top, throwing myself into bed on my stomach.

  I give it ten, or fifteen minutes, and then I scream bloody murder for Paul. He rushes in yelling “what is it” the entire time. I respond “Spider! Spider! Spider!”

  “Where?” he runs, yelling in my room, so alarmed that he barely notices my state of undress.

  “Right there!” I squeal in perverse delight, now on my knees, with one arm outstretched and pointing and the other hugging my chest, feigning modesty.

  “Whoah!” he says when he glances at the ferocious looking spider.

  “I know, it’s huge right,” I say on the verge of cracking up—totally ruining the prank.

  “Aw, Sarah that’s not even funny,” he say lunging at me tackling me and pushing me down on my stomach.

  “Sarah, what happened to your clothes?” Paul says fully realizing my state of undress as his body pushes against my naked flesh.

  “I don’t know I guess they fell off,” I say still giggling and playfully struggling to get away from Paul. Not letting up, Paul forces me deep into my plush bed. The entire time he watches my body as it shifts against my tights panty and bra. My breast tempt the confines of my bra, and my panties creep up my ass completely exposing the bottom halves of my cheeks.

  Paul end ups straddling my midsection and pushing my shoulders down.

  “Whoa, Paul, what about the game?” I glance around, looking at his illuminated face as he takes in my body.

  “I have to protect you from spiders,” he says staring at my little ass like he’s trying to bore a hole straight through.

  “I think I’ll be okay,” I say as I start wiggling my ass against his midsection.

  “Fuck, Sarah, please don’t do that,” Paul says looking as though he trying to let his morals win.

  “Do what?” I say, now full on pushing my ass up against him, grinding his midsection. Almost instantly, I can feel his cock starting to get hard. I focus in on it, grinding all the way up and down. It feels huge. Maybe I’m the lucky one I think to myself.

  Paul bounds off me. While keeping one arm pinning my chest to the bed, he uses the other to pull my panties down past my ass. I can feel them tug, just a little, as they leave the dampness of my pussy. I didn’t realize how turned on I was, but with my panties pulled down I can feel the cold air of the room collide with my hot pussy.

  Paul restrains me and dives face first at my bubbly teenage ass. He bites my cheeks and lightly groans. Spreading my cheeks he licks my tight pink asshole. Laughing, I try to free my hands to push his head away, but he overpowers me moving his tongue down further to my moist pussy. Without any hesitation he licks me from top to bottom.

  “Shit,” I murmur at how good it feels, but knowing how completely wrong it is.

  Paul grabs a handful of my hair, and then pushes my ass up in the air giving him better access. His tongue works broad long stokes of magic all the way from my clit to my entrance. I feel ashamed that I’m so wet, but I’m still trying to struggle free. He grasps my hair even tighter and pulls my head backwards. I get light headed as he starts to focus on my throbbing clit. He draws tight little circles with his tongue.

  The hair pulling, Paul’s mouth, and the overall forbidedness of this encounter send butterflies to my stomach. I feel an erotic charge that I’ve never had with a boy my age. I feel so helpless, dominated, and inexperienced.

  I know my nubile body is the only weapon I need and a girl with my body can do no wrong. I force myself away from his grip and kneel before him on my bed.

  “I’ve always wanted to see your tits,” Paul tells me staring up at me as he relinquishes control.

  “Yeah?” I say pulling at the fabric of my bra taking it to just above my nipples. I massage my breast upwards, pushing them together, reveling in their plumpness. .

  “I remember your eighteenth birthday party and looking down your shirt as you blew out your candles.”

  “You are so fucking dirty, pevert,” I say right before giving him his wish. I unhook the clasp on my bra and expose my breast. They sit perfectly high on my chest. They hang with a perfect weight tipped by my hard pink nipples.

  Paul grasps me tightly from behind, so I can’t change my mind and he lunges in. His mouth lands on my peaks and he sucks hard on my nipple. When he does, I involuntarily gasp and bite my glossy lower lip. He pulls in closer and sucks my breast almost fully in his mouth. My body heats up. Paul releases my breast emitting a satisfied sound.

  Paul moves his lips up my chest. Onto my neck, he sucks hard enough to leave a mark. Then he kisses me deep. I feel his stubble brush harshly against my smooth skin and I momentarily want him to stop.

  However, almost without my even realizing it, my hand has slipped down between his legs. I’m rubbing at his substantial hardness as he pushes against my touch. With his tongue still deep in my mouth he pulls me over on the bed. I glance down in amazement watching my small hand work his enormous cock though his jeans.

  Even though I’m very inexperienced, I want to try to take him into my mouth. The only other times I’ve done this, the boy always comes right away leaving me feeling cheated, but I know that Paul is not going to stop at getting head.

  Paul knows full and well that I’m very impressed with his size. He pushes me upwards. I just stare intently at his body. He pulls off his shirt over his head revealing his wide manly chest. Then, he slowly unbuttons his pants. In anticipation, I put my index finger in my mouth and suck on it. He unzips, then tugs his tight jeans downward. His huge dick, mostly hard, is pushed to the side.

  “Oh my . . .” I stutter looking down his cock that is so long, straight,
and smooth that it looks fake.

  I reach down and do my best to encircle his girth with my hands. I stare in amazement watching my hand tug his length from the base to the tip. At my touch, his dick gets rock hard. Before, lowering my head, I’m satisfied to just stare intently. Paul moans with his eyes shut.

  With my tits out and my panties pushed down around my thighs, I bend over and place the throbbing head of his cock in between my lips. The head alone feels like enough to fill my mouth. I lift my head and use my hand to pull my spit downward over his shaft.

  “Fuck Sarah, your mouth feels so good,” Paul says encouraging me to continue

  I oblige, lying flat on my stomach, focusing all of my attention on his glorious hard on. I steady his cock with my hand as I take in as much as I can. I push my hair to the side and stare up at Paul, so he can watch his best friends little girls angelic face suck his dick. He stares back guilt free like he is dreaming and recording every second.

  I suck faster and faster. Pushing and pulling his member deep into my mouth. Overzealous, I keep taking him to the limits of my mouth causing me to gag a little. When I do, Paul grabs the back of my head and keeps my locked there causing my eyes to well up with tears. Then, just when I think I’m dying, he lets up, and his long cock ejects of my mouth. When it does, I furiously pump his cock that’s soaked in my saliva.

  I secretly love every single minute of it, even when Paul probably thinks he is torturing me. I hit a perfect rhythm of jerking and sucking. Paul is lost in the moment and his body gets really tense. As his body start to quake, he grabs my hair and pulls me off his dick.

  “Going to come were we,” I harass Paul making his lips form a sly boyish little grin.

  “You’re too fucking cute.”

  Paul moves to the edge of the bed with his huge cock bobbing in front of him. He pulls me towards him and I start sucking him while he stands above me. From this position, he seems even bigger and he can more easily force himself into me. He reaches over the bed and fingers me from behind. With his other hand he grabs my swaying breast. I grab his balls massaging them as I take him deeper and deeper in my mouth.