Daddies Brat

When we arrived at her place, I started to roll a joint while she poured us each a small glass of bourbon. We started to smoke and continued talking for about fifteen minutes before the lines got crossed. I wish I could say my memory of how things started was hazy, but I remember it clearly, and we both acted towards a shared desire.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

I was touching her lower to mid-thigh in a way that was not at all common or appropriate for our friendship. All the while, she was touching my kneecaps and thighs, tracing the edge of my shorts as we theorized on what would happen to our favorite characters in a show that she and Jim had gotten me into. She started to poke her finger under the leg of my shorts, not far, only an inch or so, but it was so suggestive that it caused me to involuntarily make a little noise that caused a sexy smile to slowly form on her face.

“Do you want to have some fun with me?” She spoke softly and stopped moving her finger under my shorts while she took a sip of her drink and looked at me.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I said to her. My loyalty to Jim almost stopped me there, but of course, I continued. “I would love to though…”

I looked at her longingly as she sat next to me on the couch. She looked fucking amazing. Her long blond hair hung down past her shoulders and rested on her breasts. She had removed the hoody she had been wearing at the bar and was wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt that wasn’t making this decision-making process easy on me. She interrupted my thoughts in a sassy tone.

“Don’t feel guilty.” She put her drink down and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Let’s just say that I have a few ‘get out of jail free’ cards saved up with Jim, and you would be… helping me out.” She paused to look me in the eyes before continuing, “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean by that. Besides, he won’t be home until tomorrow night anyway. Aren’t I your friend too?”

I looked down at her glass; it was still mostly full minus a few sips, so this wasn’t the liquor talking. I knew exactly what she meant with her comments, and I agreed that she deserved to have the same amount of fun as Jim. I still felt like a bad friend, but I couldn’t resist. I tried not to fantasize about her too much in the past since we are friends, but this was too good of an opportunity to pass up. I put the joint I had in my hand into the nearby ashtray before I leaned in to kiss her.

Things progressed quickly from that point. First, we were kissing then we were groping and taking our clothes off. When she was shuffling to lay down on her stomach to position her face in my lap, I had one last moment of clarity… a chance to make the right decision and stop this before it went too far, to try and do right by Jim…

By the time I felt her breath on my naked loins, this thought had faded, and it was truly gone by the time her mouth was halfway down my dick.

Her boobs squished against my thigh and my hand closest to her drifted down to grab a firm handful of her butt while her head started to bob up and down in my lap.

Jim had planned to go right to his parent’s house, but he realized when they were about half an hour out of town that he had forgotten the power sander and some other tools that would be needed for their project the next day, so they were forced to turn back. All three decided to come up to the apartment to help carry down the tools. When they got to Jim’s floor, they could hear muffled, but still fairly loud sex noises.

“It sounds like your neighbors are having a wild night.” Jim’s dad sounded a bit intrigued as he laughed.

“Poor Janet, how is she supposed to sleep with that racket next door?” Jim’s mother spoke in a sympathetic tone as Jim laughed nervously in agreement as they walked closer to his apartment door. He was nervous because his neighbor’s parking spot was empty; he was fairly sure they had left town for the weekend.

Heavy breathing, moaning, and the incessant sound of two bodies making vigorous contact were audible now that they were a few steps away from Jim’s door. As he reached out to the knob, he started speculating on what position they were using… ‘No it couldn’t be’ he told himself, but as he turned the doorknob, he heard a familiar voice.

“Oh, yes! Deeper, Daddy, deeper!” Then he heard laughter from another familiar voice. When he opened the door, his fears were realized.

Jim and his parents were greeted with the sight of Janet on her hands and knees on top of a padded coffee table that Jim’s parents had gifted to them two weeks prior. I was standing on the floor behind her in between her legs with a guilty look on my face. We were both completely naked and positioned parallel to the doorway so we could see the horrified faces of the three onlookers.

Janet’s boobs dangled down and jiggled with the momentum of the last thrust that was interrupted. Her hair was disheveled and there were signs of perspiration on both of us; she gripped the edge of the table tightly with each arm to stabilize herself as I had been enthusiastically thrusting into her. Jim was speechless as I stood there, still inside his wife, holding her waist and hips.

‘Fuck!’ The word echoed around in my head before any other thoughts kicked in. I should not have done this; I should have left after my first orgasm, and I damn sure should have left after her first orgasm, but neither of us had any inclinations of stopping anytime soon since we thought Jim would be gone all night, so we had kept going.