Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (60 page)

Ashley was already laying out when I got down to the
shoreline. She'd attracted a crowd of passing teenage boys, but she didn't seem
to notice them. When she saw me approaching, she lowered her sunglasses and
smirked. “Have fun?” she asked wickedly.

“Shut up,” I said, laughing. “Oh my God, what am I gonna do?
This is ridiculous. How am I ever going to hide this from my mother?”

Ash sat up in her chair, indicating that she'd already
formulated a plan. “Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I've thought this all
out. I'm going to say I want to go into town to see all the sights, walk the
boardwalk, blah blah. Your mom will never be able to resist that,” she stated.
“Then, you say you're not feeling well. I'll act a little upset, but then just
say 'Oh hey, Christine, why don't we just go together, we can bond!' She will
lose her shit.”

It was true. I had a feeling Ashley was the daughter my
mother wanted but never had. You know, minus the dirty-minded part. She went
on, “I feel like Paul will get the hint. He was never into that stuff anyway,
right?” She didn't wait for my response. “Then,” she said with a pregnant
pause, “you guys can fuck each other's brains out.”

“Ashley!” I yelled, swatting her arm with my hand. “Oh my
God, you are devious!” I stopped to think for a moment though. What she was
saying could work, and I was dying to feel Paul's hands on me again. I sighed
and acquiesced. “Okay, deal.”

She squealed and kicked her feet in the sand. “Yay! Now
let's go in the water before we do this, I was promised a beach day.”

I laughed, “Fine. Go ahead.”

“You're not coming in?” she pouted.

“Not after what happened last time. Are you nuts?”

She laughed heartily and leaned over to me, grabbing my top
and pulling it down. “What, this?” she mocked.

While she was still laughing I pulled my top back up and
chased her into the water. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Paul looking
at us from the glass door and smiling warmly and laughing.

“Seriously,” I told her. “I never expected this to happen.”

“Well, nobody expects it,” she said, beginning to tread
water. “But isn't it fucking wonderful?”

I giggled. “I guess so...but don't you think it's kind of
wrong?” I swam out to meet her, more comfortable in the ocean since I was in it
with Paul yesterday.

“No!” she insisted. “You're not related. And besides, you're
not exactly your mom's biggest fan. And I guess Paul isn't either.”

I pondered this for a second then said, “Well, I did watch
them fuck yesterday...that's what started this whole thing.”

Her eyes widened and she stared at me slack-jawed. She
splashed me, her shocked look turning into a smile. “Perv,” she joked.

“Ugh, I know! I'm so gross.”

“Not even at all, dude. He's hot. You went with it before,”
she reminded me. “Just go with it again.” She winked at me.

I floated on my back and imagined what I was about to do. I
couldn't wait. Ashley truly was a master at these sort of things. I looked over
at her. She was standing in the water, head thrown back with her eyes closed,
playing with the straps of her bikini. Oh God, it was bad enough I wanted to
fuck my stepdad. Did I want to fuck my best friend too?

After laying out for an hour or so, Ash and I went back
inside the house where we found Paul and mom hanging out in the kitchen. Paul
covertly winked at me and Ashley gave me a look. I knew she was about to set
her plan in motion.

“Christine, this place is amazing,” she gushed. “It's so
quaint and beautiful.”

Typical of my mother, she ate it right up. “Oh, well thank
you Ashley! You know you're welcome anytime,” she informed her with a smile.

Ashley sat in a chair facing the kitchen island, where my
mom was scrubbing down the countertop. “I would love to see the rest of the
town,” she told her, “but Claire doesn't want to take me.”

“Claire!” my mother admonished.

Ashley quickly stepped in, right on cue. “Oh no, it's
totally okay,” Ashley assured her. “She's kind of feeling sick. She was
starting to feel weird at the beach, right?” Ash looked pointedly at me.

I took my cue after a beat. “Yeah, um,” I started, “my
stomach just really started acting up. I think I need a nap or something.”

Mom pursed her lips at me, arms on her hips. “Well...” she
trailed off. “You know what honey?” she asked Ashley. “How about I just take
you? It'll be just us girls.”

Ashley gushed at mom's offer, clearly pleased that her plan
worked. “Oh my God, Christine, that sounds great! I'll go get ready.”

“Sure thing, love,” my mother said warmly as Ash headed
upstairs to change.

“Paul, honey, you don't mind staying back and keeping an eye
on Claire, do you?” she asked. He almost spit out the water he'd been sipping.

“No, yeah, that's fine,” he assured her. He looked at me.
“I'll make sure she's taken care of,” he said warmly, aware that my mother was
too close for him to be any more suggestive.

“Thank you, love,” my mother said, dropping a kiss on his
cheek. “I'm going to go get my purse,” she informed us, heading upstairs as
well.

Paul looked at me, his eyes searing. “Was this a little plan
you and your friend concocted?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.

Oh no, I thought. What if he was mad I told Ashley? “Uh,” I
said, trying to stall. Finally, I admitted, “Yeah, sorry. I told Ash. She kind
of suspected. Plus, she thinks you're hot too.”

He raised both his eyebrows at that. “Oh, does she?”

Crap. Now I didn't have a chance. “She does.”

“Very interesting,” he mused. “Well, I'm excited for our
afternoon. I hope your stomach doesn't hurt too much,” he teased. All I could
do was smile and look away, embarrassed.

Soon enough both Ashley and mom were ready to go. “We'll be
back soon, guys!” my mother called.

I could hear Ashley say, “I hope not too soon, I want to see
everything
!” as they shut the door behind them. Oh, how I loved my best
friend.

Suddenly and unexpectedly confident, I stood and walked
toward my stepfather. His eyes were warm and inviting, and something
else...something a little more wicked. He leaned against the countertop and I
smiled at him. All at once, he rushed toward me, covering my mouth with his in
the most passionate kiss I'd ever had. He explored my mouth, massaging my
tongue with his, and I let out a little moan. It made him groan, almost a
growl.

“Let's get you upstairs,” he whispered.

I didn't need any more invitation. Walking upstairs, I could
feel Paul's eyes on me. Then his hands. We walked into my room and he
immediately pulled the straps down from my bathing suit, exposing my breasts to
the cool air and making my nipples pucker. He looked at them hungrily. “So
fucking huge,” he marveled, grabbing my breasts and beginning to massage them.
I could feel myself getting wet.

“How could you possibly want me when you have mom?” I asked
him, genuinely curious as to why he would want a fat girl like me when he had a
statuesque blonde for a wife.

He looked at me pointedly and asked “Are you kidding me?” He
dipped his head lower, taking one of my nipples in his mouth for just a moment.
“I've wanted to plow you ever since I was allowed to want it. These huge tits,
that round ass. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” he questioned.

I didn't. “You like that I'm bigger?”

He groaned. “I love all your curves.”

He continued sucking and licking my nipples, making sure to
pay equal attention to each one as he slowly began pushing me toward the bed. I
landed on my mattress with a bounce as he started to pull down the rest of my
suit, leaving little trails of kisses down my belly. I knew what was coming,
and I couldn't wait. I helped him pull off the suit, now completely naked.

He looked at my pussy, already wet, and growled hungrily. He
got down on his knees and separated my thighs, throwing both of my legs over
his shoulders. I was impressed he was strong enough to support them, but he
was, after all, a marathon runner.

He buried his face in my pussy, not bothering to even tease.
He licked me from bottom to top. He even licked my asshole, which made me
squirm. His eyes locked on mine and he grabbed my belly, squeezing and moaning.
The vibrations of his moan on my pussy made me throw my head back in pleasure.
“Oh my God, Paul...” I half-whispered. He continued to lick my pussy, sucking
on my clit and making my legs shake. I could feel I was about to cum and I
began twisting and writhing on the bed.

“That's it baby,” he said. “Cum for daddy.”

For some reason, Paul calling himself “daddy” pushed me over
the edge and I came hard, covering his face in my juices. He moaned loudly. A
satisfied, “Yes...” escaped his lips.

He stood and motioned for me to lie fully on the bed, and I
did as I was told. He climbed over me, covering me with his muscular body, and
once again grabbed my tits, massaging and kneading them. He took one hand away
and began to stroke his already impressively hard erection, fire in his eyes.
“You want daddy's cock, baby?” he purred.

Wordlessly, I nodded.

He wasted no time.  He got up and stood before me, his
magnificent cock standing hard and proud.  I have never seen anything so huge,
even in the porn I had watched on the net.  I couldn't wait to get it in my
mouth.  But it was so big; all I could do was to take in the head and lick him
up and down his long shaft.  After a few minutes of sucking his big cock, Paul
lifted my legs again, my calves on his shoulders, and plunged his manhood
deeply into me, my pussy already soaking wet and ready for him. He groaned at
the sensation. “You're so fucking tight,” he growled, reaching down to rub my
clit. “How are you so fucking tight?”

I didn't think right now was the time to tell my stepfather
that he was only the second person I'd ever had sex with, so I just smiled
coyly.  And I really didn't think it was cause I was so tight but because he
was so frigging huge. With every thrust I felt my pussy being stretched wide.
This seemed to turn him on even more and his thrusts became harder, faster. His
head reeled back in what looked like pure ecstasy as he pounded into me.
“Fuck...” he moaned.   And I met each of his thrusts.  My pussy felt filled and
I couldn't help but feel another orgasm building.

He looked me square in the eye, a wicked smile on his face.
“You gonna cum again for daddy?”

He stroked my clit as we continued to screw, and through
moans of pleasure I managed to breathe out a “Yes!” This urged him on even
more, and he continued his fast, hard movements.  He was so big, it kinda
hurt.  But in a good way I can't explain. Soon I was convulsing on the bed,
once again covering him in my cum. I could not believe this was happening.

Paul was clearly at the point of cumming, based on his heavy
breathing. He pumped in and out, body beginning to shake, and at the last
moment pulled out, cumming all over my stomach and pussy. He moaned with
pleasure then sat back on his heels, lowering my legs.

“You look good like that,” he breathed. “Covered in my cum.”

I smiled and reached my hand down, lifting a bit of his cum
onto my finger. I raised it to my mouth, tasting him.

He drew in a breath. “Fuck, Claire. You're gonna be the
death of me.”

I just giggled and said, “We better clean up before mom and
Ash get back.”

He smiled devilishly. “You know,” he began, “we could
conserve some water and just shower together.” He winked.

After our shower, Paul and I both got dressed, unable to
stop staring at each other; unable to stop smiling. We both heard the door open
and my mother shout, “We're home!”

Paul kept his eyes on me as he called back, “Okay!”

We headed downstairs. Ashley and mom were in the kitchen,
talking about all they'd seen. I could tell Ash was completely uninterested in
what mom was saying, but she managed to keep that charming smile plastered on
her face while my mother prattled on about this store and that store, etc. I
felt for Ashley, I really did.

They noticed the both of us as we came downstairs. Paul had
put on what he was wearing before so nothing looked suspicious. I also noticed
he blow-dried his hair. Mine was still wet, so that was a nice touch.

Ashley turned to me with raised eyebrows I hoped weren't too
obvious and asked, “Hey, feeling any better?”

Paul answered for me. “Oh, don't worry, I took good care of
her.” He stared pointedly at Ashley, letting her know he was aware she knew
what had happened. My mom was clearly not picking up on anything, which was
excellent. I don't know what would happen if she found out.

“Good,” my mother said. “Good, good, good...” she sighed.
“Ashley and I had a wonderful time, didn't we?”

Ashley painted on that fake smile again and said, “The
best!”

Mom smiled graciously. “We would love to have had you guys
with us!” she told Paul and me.

“Oh, I know,” I told her. “I just was feeling so crappy.
Hope you don't mind, Ash.”

She flashed me a conspiratorial grin. “No, don't worry about
it,” she said, assuring me for my mom's sake that she didn't mind my absence.

Mom slapped her hands down on the countertop suddenly,
making all of us jump. “Well, I think I'm going to go for a nice long run then
head to the beach to watch the sunset. Paul, babe, do you want to come with
me?”

Paul looked around, stalling for time and deciding. I knew
he didn't want to go. “Ah, no babe. I'm gonna stick around here. I just got
totally bushed being at the beach earlier.”

Mom looked at him strangely for a moment. He always wanted
to go for runs. Finally, she let it go and kissed his cheek, “All right, I'm
going to change my clothes then I'll be out!”

“Okay, hon,” Paul smiled as mom walked up the staircase. He
looked at both of us. In a hushed tone, he spoke to Ashley directly. “You know
you can't say anything about this to anyone, right?”

Ashley looked innocent when she said, “Wouldn't dream of
it!” Her smile then turned naughty and I knew she was up to something. “But I
think I have a really good idea,” she said.

I looked at her, genuinely puzzled and a little concerned.
Her ideas were usually unbelievably devious. “What is it?” I asked her
dubiously.

Her smile turned to a pout and she turned to Paul. She tugged
at her bra strap which just slightly showed under her shirt and let it snap
back down. “Do you wanna fuck both of us?”

Paul's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. So did mine. Was
she talking about a threesome? Paul sputtered for a moment before he regained
control of himself. “Keep your voice down,” he warned. “She's right upstairs,
and she'll be down here any second.” He looked around then fixed his eyes back
on Ashley, darting his gaze between her and me.  “Hell, yes!  But we can talk
about this when she's gone.

Ashley smirked and sat back in her chair, feeling
victorious. “Deal,” she stated simply.

I shot her a look letting her know I was not okay with her
bringing that up without consulting me. I knew she had a thing for him, but I
didn't know she would actually suggest what she suggested. And if we did have a
threesome, how would I be able to compete with her hotness? It was impossible.
I would feel so self-conscious.

We all heard mom's footsteps and turned to wave her goodbye.
She left through the front door and as soon as we were sure she was gone, Paul
looked at us.

“Get upstairs. The both of you. Now,” he commanded. I'd
never seen him like this before. It was incredibly hot.

Ash and I both wordlessly climbed the stairs and sat on my
bed. We weren't really sure what we were in for, but Paul sounded almost...mad.
I heard him pacing in the kitchen directly below my room and Ashley and I
shared a look. Then we heard him coming upstairs. Both of our bodies tensed.

He came into the room, face like a stone, and ordered,
“Stand up.”

We stood quickly. This dominant side of Paul wasn't
something I was used to. He looked from Ashley to me and back again. “Now strip
down.”

Ash had a happy smirk on her face, but my eyes widened like
saucers. Still, we both took all of our clothes off as instructed. Standing
naked in front of him, I wasn't sure what to expect next.

He looked at us hungrily. “Claire, lie down on the bed.” I
did what he said. He turned to Ashley next, who was beaming like a kid on
Christmas morning. “Ashley, eat her pussy.”

Shocked, I blurted out, “What?” Before I could protest,
though, Ash climbed on the bed and separated my pussy lips with her fingers
before she lightly licked my clit. She kissed and licked and sucked slowly,
taking brief breaks to rub my pussy, which made me tingle. Meanwhile, she was
wiggling her perfect ass in Paul's direction.

Paul had been standing near the doorway watching us and
stroking his cock, but Ash's unspoken invitation sent him into action. He knelt
behind her and began to eat her out from behind. Her breaths became hotter and
hotter on my pussy and I found myself loving the feel of her mouth on me.
Watching Paul lick her pussy and ass was also unbelievably arousing.

She giggled and moaned at what must have been a particularly
well-placed lick and based on her movements, Paul pushed himself into her
slowly.  His huge size made her squeal with pleasure and pain. 

"What the hell?" Ashley screamed as she turned
around to look at his immense cock.  I guess it was the biggest she had seen as
well.  After spending a few minutes on his cock, she returned to licking my
pussy, letting out the occasional screech as Paul stretched her wide.  He was
pounding her so well her movements became erratic and inconsistent. Feeling brave,
I grabbed the back of her head and shoved it into me, which made her squeal
again. That, in turn, made Paul grunt in pleasure and smack her on the ass,
leaving a red mark.

“Switch,” he growled, wiping sweat from his brow. We
immediately obeyed. Ash laid down on the bed like some kind of goddess and I
positioned myself like she had been. “Claire, eat her now.”

I didn't hesitate, even though I'd never gone down on a girl
before. I figured if anyone was the right person for it, it was my best friend.
I lowered my head and mimicked the motions she'd been doing before, hoping I
was getting it right. Clearly I was, because her head lolled back and she let
out a moan, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my face into her. “Yes,”
she ground out.

My ability to turn her on and the knowledge that Paul was
watching made me a little more brazen. I licked my index and middle fingers and
slowly pushed them inside. She squealed, which made me giggle. I sucked her
clit while I moved slowly in and out of her pussy with my fingers, tracing
small circles on her g-spot. Her long legs started to shake and I could tell
she was about to cum, but I didn't stop. I was unbelievably proud of myself.
Her breathing became heavy and her pussy tightened around my fingers.

I could hear Paul groaning behind me as he thrust into me. I
was getting used to his huge girth...in fact I was loving it. Still, I didn't
stop trying to make Ashley cum. She was so close I could feel it building, and
finally she completely erupted, actually squirting in my face. I licked it up
and in a moment of uncharacteristic confidence, lifted my fingers to her mouth
so she could taste herself. Paul lost it. I could tell he was trying not to
cum, to make this last as long as he could before mom got home.

This time, he had a different idea. “Claire, lie on the bed
face down and spread your legs. Ashley, get on top of her and do the same.” We
listened.

He crawled onto my bed behind us and I could feel him thrust
into me again, but this time when he pulled out, he pumped once into Ashley. He
continued this switching game until both of us were ready to cum again. And we
did. I screamed out in pleasure as I could feel Ash's hot juices spread down my
crack and pool near my pussy. Paul leaned down to lap it up.

He pumped into me again and this time kept going. I could
tell he was fingering Ash's asshole while he was fucking me and it turned me
on. His breath became heavy and ragged and by now I could tell he was going to
cum. He pulled out of me and came all over Ashley's ass, which made her moan.

All three of us collapsed on the bed (which I'm sure was
about to break) basking in the afterglow of what was easily the best sex of my
life – so far. Now that I'd established this dynamic with my stepfather of all
people, I had the feeling my sex life was about to get a lot more interesting.