My Daddy's Best Friend (Deep Inside)

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.

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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.”

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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.