I awoke to the sound of muffled voices and groaned as I rolled over in my bed. My body ached with a vengeance, I felt as though I'd been beaten with a really big stick. Figuratively speaking, I had, and I broke out in giggles as the thought flitted through my mind. I sobered quickly when I heard footsteps approaching my door, and my stomach thrilled in anticipation and dread. Was it Mr P? Was he coming back to do more to me? As painful as it was I felt my pussy clench and my clit tingle, would my body ever stop reacting like this?
There was a light knock at my door, "Erika? Are you awake?" Becky's voice called through the door.
I sighed, half in relief, half in disappointment. "Yeah, come in." I called groggily. I was after all only half awake.
The door opened and in bounced Becky, full of beans and smiling broadly. "Hey sleepy head."
I laughed softly, "Hiya. How was your night?" I asked, thinking to myself, mine was great!
"Fantastic!" Becky quietly squealed as she came over and sat on the bed beside me, a huge smile on her face. "Actually that's why I was coming in here to wake you up." Becky told me.
"Oh?" I queried, "Do tell."
"Well, Ben wanted to know if you wanted to come out with us again?"
"Really?" I asked in a teasing tone. "Are you sure about that? Are you sure that you didn't kinda convince him that he wanted to know even though he didn't?"
"What do you mean?" Becky asked trying to sound innocent.
I laughed, "I knew it. He didn't ask at all did he?"
"Well no, but I know he won't mind." Becky said.
"He'll pretend not to mind, but believe me, he'll mind." I laughed again, the merry sound masking my relief at not having to go out again. Oh I had missed Becky terribly, and I really wanted to spend time with her, but I didn't really want to spend time with her and Ben and feel like I was intruding.
"I don't want you to feel as though you're being left out though, especially as you're here for a holiday with me." Becky said guiltily.
I sighed and smiled. "I'd rather feel left out than feel like a spare wheel." Becky opened her mouth to protest but I waved her quiet. "I know you would never do it on purpose, hun. But believe me, three's a crowd when you're first starting out in a relationship. You don't need me there to chaperone. You go out and have fun, I'll be fine here. I'm still jet lagged anyways and cranky, so I won't be very good company. Besides, if I get really bored, I can always go annoy your dad." Having finished my little rant, Becky laughed at me.
"Oh I'm sure Dad won't mind. At least he'd have someone to talk too." Becky said seriously. "I worry about him sometimes. You know, he hasn't even had a girlfriend since he divorced mum." She confided in me.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say, "He could've fooled me," but I didn't, instead saying, "Really?"
"Yeah. I mean it can't be healthy for a man to be celibate for that long surely."
I nearly choked on my own saliva as Becky spoke, but managed to remain quiet and in control even though I was unable to look at her just then.
"I know I shouldn't be talking like this, he is my father and all, but sometimes I wish he'd just go out and get himself laid."
I did choke then, coughing roughly and trying to clear my throat. I dropped my head even more worried that the guilty look on my face would be too easily read.
"Are you all right?" Becky gasped trying to help me recover. I waved her away, and as my throat cleared I started laughing. The absurdity of the situation was not lost on me and I thought that at least if I was laughing she wouldn't see the guilt. Here was my best friend telling me she wished her father would go out and get laid, and here I was thinking, "God, if you only knew!" As it was, I knew I couldn't say anything of the like to her. "What? What's so funny?" Becky demanded a little upset at my reaction.
"Becky, how do you know that he doesn't?" I said unthinkingly to cover my reaction.
"What do you mean? I just know. He never says he's going out or even gone out in all this time I've been living here."
"But Becky," I said gently, committed to answering now that I'd put my foot in it. "That doesn't mean that he hasn't gone out. How often do you go out; either with friends or with Ben? He could have easily gone out on his own then."
Becky's face crinkled. "I suppose, but he would tell me. He tells me everything, we're like best friends."
Not everything! Obviously! I thought to myself remembering the night we'd spent together and then felt ashamed of myself. "Maybe; but hun, do you honestly think your dad doesn't get laid? If he went out tonight he'd be able to pull so much arse it wouldn't even be funny." I told her truthfully. "I think you're not giving him enough credit."
I also think you're getting into it too much and should shut the hell up!
I thought to myself. The last thing I needed was to slip up and mention something that could land me in a shit load of hot water.
"Oh yeah I forgot," Becky teased. "You think Dad's sexy!" She giggled.
I flushed scarlet and jabbed her in the ribs. It was true of course but I had to pretend that it wasn't didn't I? "Don't ever tell anyone I said that! It was a case of mistaken identity."
"Don't worry," Becky said winking slyly at me. "You're dirty little secret is safe with me." And she started laughing again.
Oh Gawd! I groaned inwardly as outwardly I laughed along with her. Becky; my dearest friend if you only knew.
I turned onto my back and threw back the covers a little exposing my upper body.
"Oooh, they're nice, where'd you get them?" Becky asked with interest as she touched the bottom of my lace chemise.
"Hmm? Oh I got them at a little boutique called 'Helena's'. They were on special for sixty percent off! I think they were deleting the line."
"Oh pooh!" Becky grumbled. "I would've liked to have gotten some of them."
I smiled, "Have a look in my suitcase, right hand side at the front." Becky looked at me confused. "Do you really think I would only get one when they were going so cheap? You can have any colour except the black one." I told her.
Understanding broke and Becky smiled broadly at me as she jumped off the bed and knelt beside my suitcase. Throwing open the lid, she rummaged around a little in my bag. Finding what she was searching for in no time she pulled a few from the case. "These have still got their tags on!" Becky exclaimed in excitement.
"Yeah well I only got them a couple of days ago, and I haven't really had the chance to wear them all." I said smiling. "Besides I thought the powder blue and the baby pink would go better with your skin tone than mine."
Becky grinned, "Thanks Erika." Becky held the panties against her hips, swapping between the colours. "I love them, thank you!"
"Hey what a friends for, if not to find killer lingerie bargains!" I said and laughed again, winking at her. "Besides I think Ben will like them just as much." I watched Becky blush and smiled again. "So is Ben here now? Do I have to get up and be sociable?"
"No, it's just me and dad here at the moment. Ben won't be back to pick me up until seven thirty."
"What is the time?" I asked reaching for my watch. I looked at the time and saw it was nearly a quarter to three in the afternoon. "Geez, I've nearly slept the whole day away."
"You must have needed it." Becky said to me, still looking over her recent acquisitions.
"More than you know." I said and smiled inwardly. "I suppose I should get up and have a shower. I'm still all smelly from last night." I cringed, what the hell was I doing? The memory of last night was still at the forefront of my mind and I was making vague innuendoes about it to Becky! I must have had a friendship death wish or something. Or maybe like all girls I wanted to share my experience with my best friend. The only problem was, the experience I'd had was with my best friend's father, and that was definitely something I couldn't share with her. Not now, maybe not ever!
I sat up and winced as pain shot through my nether regions. I managed not to hiss at the sudden pain so Becky didn't even notice. I sighed silently to myself. This could all get very messy if I wasn't careful.
I was still gathering my nerve to actually stand, when Becky looked over at me and stood. Making her way to my door, she said, "I'll let you go have a shower. Come out to the kitchen when you're finished and I'll have some lunch waiting for you."
As if by magic, the very mention of food set my stomach grumbling. I remembered then that I hadn't eaten anything, well any food anyway, since the meal I'd had on the plane yesterday. "That sounds wonderful. Thanks Beck."
Becky left me alone, closing the door after herself and I breathed a big sigh of relief. I really needed to be more careful... What was I saying? I needed to stop altogether. This was a dangerous game that I shouldn't have been playing in the first place. It was all very well to allow something like this to happen once. But I was a stronger girl than that, I could control myself, I had to control myself, for Becky. This would shatter her, not to mention our friendship, if she ever found out. I resolved, as I slowly raised myself off the bed – to never let it happen again.
My body screamed in protest at the change in elevation. The ache in my legs, back and pussy was intense and my face screwed up in a scowl as I gritted my teeth against the agony. My body had never been used so hard before! A hot, hot, shower was just what the doctor ordered. I limped over to my case, pulling clothes out without really looking at them, and grabbed a towel.
The bathroom was a little down the hall and as I made my way there I prayed for salvation as my body let me know just how badly I'd been mistreated. But the memory of it still sent shivers down my spine. As I thought about last night, I imagined I could still feel Mr P's cock thumping into me from behind. I had to squeeze my thighs together to halt the tingle that was developing.
In the bathroom I turned on the hot water tap in the shower. I looked longingly at the tub. I would have loved to have taken a bath, but I didn't have the luxury of time, and besides Becky was in the kitchen making me lunch. My stomach grumbled again and I sighed. Hunger was going to win out.
The shower did wonders for my aching muscles and I soon felt almost human again. Dressing as quickly as I could, I was soon out of the bathroom and headed toward the kitchen. As I neared the door, I slowed, my stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of Mr P sitting at the kitchen table with Becky. God, she was bound to notice the tension between us. How on earth was I going to pull this off? Hopefully she would think I was still I little embarrassed over mistaking her father for Ben yesterday and think nothing of it. I took a fortifying breath and walked into the kitchen.
As it was I shouldn't have worried. Only Becky sat at the table, two plates with sandwiches on them in front of her. "There you are!" She said. "C'mon the breads going to go stale," she pointed at my plate.
I didn't need to be told again. I sat down and tucked in. Munching away on my chicken and salad sandwich I wondered where Mr P had gone. As casually as I could I asked, "I thought you said your Dad was here?"
"He is." Beck answered pointing at the kitchen window. "Listen."
I turned my ear and listened hard. The dull thrum of a lawn mower could be heard outside. I hadn't even noticed it until Becky brought my attention to it. Mr P was out mowing the lawn. I sighed in relief and wondered how long that would take him.
"Doesn't your Dad own the Construction business anymore?" I queried Beck.
