Stacy's Dad Has Got It Going On (4 page)

Dang!
What the hell possessed her to say a thing
like that? She watched Eric’s face go beet red as he chuckled nervously and
murmured some nonsense on the way out the door. It was all like a dream. None
of it felt real. In real life, Savannah would have been mortified. She would
have slammed that door shut at the first sighting of a strange penis. Not that
the penis itself was strange—no, it looked long and strong, thick and proud, as
Eric jostled it into his underwear. The shaft was white and fleshy, but the tip
gleamed like pink silk. If she licked it, how would it taste? Would it jump
against her tongue? If she took it between her lips, how hard would it get? How
much could she swallow before she gagged on its sheer mass?

Savannah caught sight of her dopey
smile in the closet mirror and shook it from her face. She wasn’t going to let
herself fall into that trap. Yes, Eric was an attractive man, and intelligent
and worthy, but he was Stacy’s damn father and he was how many years older than
her? Anyway, she had a date with Chris tomorrow night and she needed to dig
through her closet for a Sailor Moon shirt or he’d never think she was cool.

Chapter Four

Stacy took her dad to the pub Friday
evening, thank god. They both came home pretty early, but suitably tanked.
Drunk Stacy made no mention of Savannah walking in on a naked Eric, so he must
not have told her.

“Drinking with your dad?” Savannah
chuckled when Eric was in the washroom. “I think you’ve reached a new low.”

Contorting her lips into a passable
Elvis curl, Stacy let out a huge burp and opened a bag of barbeque chips.
“Dad’s funny when he’s wasted. He was flirting with these first-year drama
sluts and they’re all like,
Wow, you’ve got great hair
! Dramsies are
such fake-ass lame-wads.” 

Savannah’s gut clenched at the idea of
Eric flirting with girls even younger than her. “Didn’t that bother you?”

Stacy crammed a handful of chips in
her mouth. When she spoke, shards of deep-fried potato fell out. “It’s not like
he was fucking random skanks, he was just flirting with them.” Stacy held out
the chip bag, but after watching her roommate make such a pig of herself,
Savannah wasn’t exactly tempted. “Dad deserves to feel good about himself,
after what mom did. The guy he caught her with was, like, our age or younger.
He’s just a college student doing his co-op placement at mom’s firm. She could
get in huge trouble if her work found out.”

Hearing of his troubles, Savannah felt
a little less spiteful in regard to Eric’s flirtation. Still, she had to wonder
why he hadn’t flirted with her. She was pretty good-looking, wasn’t she? Yeah,
she was! And she had a killer body—big boobs and a nice booty. Why didn’t he
want to get down with her?

Savannah suddenly felt like Stacy
could see her thoughts, and she looked around the room, but felt suspicious, so
she looked back at Stacy…and felt guilty. She should say something. What should
she say? “Do you want your mom to get in trouble? Are you mad at her?”

Leaning back against the fridge, Stacy
sighed and then hiccupped. “I’m pissed at her, yeah, but I don’t think she
deserves to be fired or anything.”

“Have you called her?”

Stacy shook her head. “I don’t know
what to say. I kinda don’t even want to take sides that much because, like,
what if she was really depressed or whatever and this made her feel better? Who
am I to judge, you know?”

There was something hauntingly
balanced about drunk Stacy. It was almost as if all her mellow poise floated to
the top of her personality in a pool of alcohol. And then she burped again and
the illusion was shattered.

When the bathroom door opened,
Savannah froze. There was no way to get from the kitchen to her bedroom without
seeing the whites of Eric’s eyes—or the pinks of his eyes, as it turned out. He
actually didn’t seem as drunk as she’d imagined. “Good night?” she asked
sheepishly as she snuck past him at the edge of the kitchen.

Before she could get beyond him, Eric
threw a clumsy arm around her shoulder, and then pulled Stacy in close as well.
“Good night,” he replied, kissing his daughter’s blond hair before leaning in
to kiss the top of Savannah’s head. But Savannah did a stupid thing. She
turned. Was it stupid of fortuitous? She wasn’t sure yet. It all seemed to
happen in slow motion. As Eric turned away from smiling Stacy’s platinum hair,
Savannah looked up into his face. His eyes were closed and he was saying
something—
what was he saying?
Something about “his girls,” wasn’t it?
Thanking them for taking in a homeless bum. She watched his pink lips as he
spoke, and she saw them coming straight at what he must have thought was the
top of her head.

Maybe she meant for it to happen.
Maybe she wanted his soft wet lips to land smack on hers. Whether she’d
encouraged it or not, there it was. He kissed her lips. It was just a peck, and
it was obviously an accident on his part, but it happened. A surge of
adrenaline shot through Savannah’s body, from her lips straight down to her
toes, making all stops in between. Her core ached to be filled. God, it had
been such a long time—over a year? How had she managed to go without it for so
long? With this accidental kiss, all the sensation and emotion of passionate
lovemaking resurfaced in her body and she wanted it. She wanted it so goddamn
badly.

As soon as Eric realized his lips had
met her lips and not her hair, he pulled away…and hiccupped. Quick as that
blundering kiss had happened, Savannah shot a searching gaze to Stacy. There
was shock in Stacy’s eyes, that much was certain. Her jaw hung loose. And then
she tossed her head back and cackled. Grabbing another handful of chips, Stacy
laughed, “Dude, you friggin’ kissed my dad!” For a lithe pixie, she could sure
be rude and crude at times. 

Eric chuckled along with his daughter,
even as he said, “Oops,” and, “Sorry.”

Forcing a smile, Savannah said, “Yeah,
it’s okay. Accidents happen.” When she tried to roll away from the arm strewn
buddy-casual around her shoulder, her boob brushed Eric’s forearm and a fresh
shot of passion pumped through her veins.
God, was she ever turned on!
And what could she possibly do about it? Seduce Stacy’s dad? Yeah, that was a
great idea. Perfect way to ruin a good relationship with her roommate, not to
mention further fuck up the man’s marriage.

Stacy was still cackling like a
bastard when Savannah mumbled her goodnights and snuck off to her bedroom
without so much as meeting Eric’s gaze. She tried to read something dry, but
her mind kept wandering back to the cock she’d seen full in the flesh that
afternoon. Their accidental kiss kept springing back to mind, and she found her
imagination forcing Stacy out of the picture. She saw herself pressing Eric out
of the kitchen and forcing his naked body down on the couch.

Her body was screaming for sex. She
had to get off now! Locking her bedroom door, Savannah threw off her clothes
and pulled her reliable black dildo from the bottom of her sock drawer. What
did Eric see when he looked at her? Did he like her? Did he think she was
beautiful? Hot? Sexy? She wanted to see herself from his perspective. She stole
a pillow from her bed. Tossing it down in front of her mirrored closet door,
she stood staring at herself. Her skin glowed honey-brown in the moonlight, and
her dark hair fell past her shoulders, with a slight curl at the base. No man
could resist her tits. Even the big black dildo in her left hand seemed
magnetically drawn to her nipples.

As Savannah brushed her fingers
through her black bush, she let her dildo skim the surface of her tits. Her
body hadn’t felt so full of immediate desire in a very long time. Now she
wanted everything at once. She wanted to finish the kiss Eric had started. That
wasn’t going to happen, of course, but at least she could contemplate its
completion. Closing her eyes, she imagined his lips meeting hers as she pressed
her naked tits against his chest. He would pull her close and kiss her hard.
He’d give in to his own secret desires, and she’d follow suit.

When she opened her eyes, the pose
reminded her of Venus riding a clamshell—that is, if Venus had been black and
holding a dildo against her chest while she played with her pussy. With a chuckle,
Savannah lowered herself down onto the pillow at her feet. Placing the flat end
of her big fake cock against the pillow, she reached around with her left hand
to hold it in place from behind. Her pussy was wetter than she’d ever felt it,
and she toyed with her clit to prepare herself for entry. When the pads of her
fingers had nearly brought her to orgasm, she let her body freefall onto the
big cock beneath her.

It felt huge in her slit. Well, it
was
huge—that’s why she’d bought it. It was nice to imagine crawling on top of a
good man with a huge cock and riding him to victory. As Savannah gazed into the
mirror, she imagined Eric’s face smiling at her. She let his cock fill her up,
gasping as he got deep inside. All the while, her fingers rubbed her clit,
alternating between up-and-down and circular motions. Everything felt good, and
every new motion felt even better than the previous.

Pressing her body down against the
dildo, she let go with her left hand so she wouldn’t have to arch her back
anymore. Her free hand quickly got to work pinching her nipples, sending
lightning bolts of sweet electricity flowing throughout her body. Savannah
bounced harder on the dildo. Her pussy muscles clamped down on the thick
plastic toy, and she tightened her thighs around the pillow and rode it like a
cowgirl. She rocked the cock, back and forth, stroking her clit in time with
the frenzied motion. Lifting her tits to her mouth, she licked them, and her
whole body trembled. God, she wished it was Eric doing all this to her. She
wanted his lips on her tits and his fingers on her clit and his cock in her
snatch.

Grinding her teeth together, Savannah
rode the fake cock hard. As much as she enjoyed watching herself in the mirror,
her eyes shut tight of their own volition as a big warmth overtook her. It came
on like a tidal wave, knocking the sense right out of her. Her body kept
rocking and rubbing and pinching, but she wasn’t in control anymore. It moved
on its own, like a wind-up toy, and eventually, with no conscious decision or
will, her body slowed its pace and soon stopped altogether.

She could have slept right there on
the floor, but she knew better. Hurdling to her feet, she jumped into bed and
fell into sleep with the happy knowledge that tomorrow would be Saturday. When
she woke up, Eric would be outside and, even though nothing could happen
between them, she’d have her date with Chris in the evening. Savannah was going
to get laid one way or another.

Chapter Five

When the rich aroma of black coffee
filled Savannah’s lungs, her nose guided her straight out of bed. She’d
stumbled halfway across her bedroom before noticing three things: it was still
dark outside, she was still naked, and the glowing blue number on her bedside
clock seemed convinced it was just after two in the morning. All the same, that
coffee smelled so damn good she threw on her fluffy white robe to investigate.

The TV was on in the living room. That
was surprising, because she could usually hear it from her bedroom. The kitchen
light shone its white light across the hallway, but the rest of the lights were
off—except, of course, for the red light on the front panel of the coffee
maker. Without processing who might have made coffee at two in the morning, or
for what purpose, Savannah wandered toward the machine of infinite temptation.

“I’m sorry,” an alluring voice rang
out from the couch. “Did I wake you up? I was trying to be extra quiet. Sorry.”

Savannah tried to say, “That’s okay,”
but her voice was still asleep. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “No,
honey, it was the coffee.”

Did she just call Stacy’s dad…
honey?
Where the hell did that come from?

Sitting upright on the couch, Eric
turned to her and smiled with casual curiosity. “Yeah, I just made it. Grab a
cup, if you want. It’s your coffee, after all.”

Returning his smile, she pulled her
favourite mug from the cupboard before tip-toeing to the fridge for cream. She
felt like she was moving strangely — too gingerly or too deliberately or
something. Suddenly, she was Glenda the Good Witch in her own kitchen. “I fell
asleep and then I woke up,” Savannah said. Now she felt like Glenda the Idiotic
Witch, because of course she’d fallen asleep and woken up and what a stupid
thing to say and Eric would think she was a total…

“Me too,” he replied, setting his mug
on the coffee table. “And I figured, well, I’m up now so I might as well brew
some caffeine.”

Like a particularly agile sleepwalker,
Savannah meandered around the couch without spilling her coffee down the front
of her white robe. Before she knew it, she was sitting with Eric at the
opposite end of the couch. He must have changed his clothes in the living room
or the bathroom, because he was back in pyjamas now and Savannah had no
recollection of him sauntering into her bedroom to take off his pants. 

After only a few sips of coffee, the
world seemed a little more solid and Savannah realized they were watching
infomercials on TV. “You’re not married to this, are you?” she asked,
immediately regretting her choice of words.