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I shoved my clothes in my duffle bag, preparing for a sleepover at Bekka’s house, my best friend since third grade. We were inseparable until graduation when she went off to an ivy league college, and I was stuck here, in our hometown, attending community college. She was home for the weekend, and I was desperate to see her.
I grabbed my phone and typed out a quick text to her to make sure she was on her way as I took a final glance in the mirror.
After reapplying my lip gloss and swiping on some mascara, I was good to go.
I hurried downstairs and sank down on the couch as I waited for her arrival as I let my eyes go unfocused on the television screen that was playing a football game. My knees bounced with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to hear more about her life in the big city and the boy she had been fooling around with for the past three weeks.
“Love you, daddy,” I called out before giving him a quick hug as a horn beeped out front.
“You behave yourself, sweetheart,” he warned.
“Always,” I replied, rolling my eyes as I slipped outside. I bounced my way to the white sedan in our driveway, nearly tripping over my own feet when I saw the driver was Bekka’s father, Mr. Webster.
I pulled open the back door and slipped inside. “Hi, Mr. Webster,” I greeted him, tugging down my jean skirt that was riding up my thighs.
His eyes met mine in the rearview mirror as he smiled. “Hey, Lily. I told you that you can call me Isaac,” he replied with a wink that made my tummy flutter.
“My father said I shouldn’t address adults that way,” I explained, rolling my eyes.
“I can keep a secret.”
I felt my cheeks heat. “Isaac,” I whispered, causing him to chuckle and shake his head. “Where is Bekka?”
“She had to finish unpacking, so she asked me if I would come grab you. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course!”
He rubbed over the stubble along his jaw. His hair was a sandy brown, and his skin was sunkissed, making his blue eyes pop. Looking at him had always made my stomach flop, but now, alone in a confined space, the musk of his cologne assaulting me made me feel funny things even lower. I squeezed my thighs together to help alleviate the ache between them.
“You sure have grown. How long has it been since I’ve seen you?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.
“A few months,” I replied, tucking my long dark hair behind my ear. I knew exactly when it was. The Webster’s had a barbeque at their home, and Bekka and I went for a swim in their pool, and I swore I caught Mr. Webster staring at me as I adjusted my top.
That was also the day I noticed something long and hard pushing against his board shorts that he’d adjusted discreetly right after. I couldn’t look him in the eye the rest of the day, worried he’d seen that I noticed.
“The party, wasn’t it?” he asked, his tongue running out to wet his lips.
Shaking his head, he looked back to the road. “We should do that again sometime.”
“It was a lot of fun.”
“Well, the pool is open. I hope you brought a suit,” he added.
I put my hand on my bag. I made sure to get a new suit for just this occasion. It was a little white bikini that had a tiny skirt around the bottom that only covered half of my butt. “I did.”
He smiled. “Good.” He pulled into his garage, and the door began to close behind us, cloaking us in the dark. I inhaled sharply as his eyes locked on mine in the mirror.
Just then, the door opened to the house, and Bekka came bounding out toward us, tugging open the back door and throwing herself on me in a bear hug.
“You’re going to smother me,” I groaned, looping my arms around her neck and tugging her against me. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Lily,” she cried before pealing herself from my body. My eyes darted back to the mirror, and I noticed Mr. Webster’s eyes were on my thighs, where my skirt was bunched up my waist, revealing my white cotton panties. I tugged them down and took Bekka’s hand that she offered to pull me from the seat.
He ran into the house, giggling as Mr. Webster followed behind us.


Jesus Christ, that girl had grown over the last few months. She’s always been beautiful, but now there was something behind her eyes and that devilish smirk. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was having the same naughty thoughts I had every time we locked eyes.
It didn’t help I hadn’t been laid in months since right before the last barbeque when I found out my wife had been sexting with another man.
We didn’t disclose our separation to Bekka. I didn’t want her going off to college worried about her parents. But now that she was back and her mother was supposedly away for work, she’d grown suspicious.
I adjusted my cock behind my khakis, feeling like a scumbag for getting a hardon from staring at Lily. But my dick didn’t care how young or innocent she was. It just wanted inside of her tight nineteen-year-old cunt.
I followed the girls inside and went straight to the liquor cabinet to pour myself a strong drink. Maybe if I had enough, my cock wouldn’t be able to get hard, and I wouldn’t have to keep pushing it down.
“Hey, I’m Claire,” I heard the raven-haired friend of my daughter call out to Lily like she was bored. I was less than pleased that she’d brought another friend home, but maybe it would distract her from how fucked up life around here has been.
“I’m Lily.”
My eyes sought her out as soon as I heard her speak, and her cheeks blushed when she was caught staring at me. I tried to ignore the way her thighs were slightly parted as she perched on the edge of the couch, exposing a sliver of the white cotton below. My cock couldn’t ignore it, though, and I turned away, downing the contents of my tumbler before refilling it.
I didn’t miss the sadness in Lily’s eyes when she realized she’d be sharing her best friend with some tattooed new girl.
“Let’s go up to my room and hang out until the pizza gets here,” Bekka said before bounding over to me and

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Written by novamonroe
Cargado November 27, 2021
Notes I shouldn’t be fantasizing about Mr. Webster.
He’s my best friend’s father.
I know better.
But when I caught him checking me out in my swimsuit, my imagination began to conjure up fantasies that would make a pornstar blush.
I wanted him to look at me like that again. And with rumors swirling that his wife was caught cheating on him with her accountant, I just may have my chance.

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