Best Friends Dad

Kate was pleasantly surprised when she got a wedding invitation in the mail from a friend of hers she'd known the longest. Anna was finally marrying her boyfriend Tim of five years. There was just one problem. Money. Well, money in general but she had none to stay at the fancy hotel Anna and Tim had picked for the out-of-town guests. Thankfully Kate didn't live as far as some of the people that were invited. Three hours through each way, she'd either have to leave the reception as soon as it started or come clean with Anna, pray that there was a spare room.

Here goes nothing. Kate picked up the phone and dialed Anna's number. "Hello." Anna's voice said from the other side.

"Hey! It's Kate. I'm so excited about your wedding. I can't wait to be there for you...there's... just one little problem." Kate said nervously.

"Kate spill the beans what's going on?" asked Anna. They had been friends long enough that they could say or ask anything of each other.

"Nothing major and I feel like a total loser for even asking this, but do you happen to have anywhere free I can sleep for the night of the wedding?" Asking made her feel about the size of a child.

Anna let out a relieved laugh. "Oh, I thought it would be way worse than that. Like you weren't coming or something. Yeah, for you absolutely." Anna paused for a moment thinking about the rooming accommodations. "Crap would you be okay if you suffered with a couch and not a bed," Anna asked.

"Yeah, that's fine with me. I just need a few hours of sleep before I hit the road back home." Kate was gracious that Anna was able to find a place for her. She should have just called sooner instead of waiting until the last minute.

"You won't be staying at our place. It would be at my dad's house." This was where Anna and Kate would play for hours when they were little, running the yard for hide and seek, picking blackberries (well more like eating.), and spending hours on the trampoline or pool. before Anna's parents would yell for them to come in for whatever reason. "My house is full with mom, the in-laws as well as Tim's sister and husband. At least my dad will have a friendly face around. Well, one that won't stress him out. My brother still lives there. You remember Chad. Besides he's also stuck with my Uncle Howard and Aunt Betty. You know how much fun they are." With a sarcastic note in her voice. "Mom would drop us all off there on days she had to work during the summer, and you happened to be spending a few days with me. You got off lucky. That's where me and Chad went all summer. We worked from the moment we got there until Mom came by to get us. I only put up with it for the delicious food. Anyway, I'm getting off track. So yeah, you'll be at Dad's"

"That summer I couldn't eat chicken after I saw how they make it to the plate." Kate joked.

"Yeah, I remember. But you must have gotten over that because you love Chick-fil-A." Anna joked back.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, I will see you soon then." Kate said.

"Okay cool," Anna replied and they both hung up the phone.

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Shit!'

Kate thought. There was no way she could be alone with Anna's dad. Ever since her 21

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birthday, she has seen him as a different man, a sexier man. That night even though her head was flooded with alcohol, she knew when he laid her down, safely that night that when she went to kiss him good night on the cheek but landed on his lips that was something she always craved to finish. He was a gentleman, walked away, as well as told her that the kiss never happened, to forget about it. It was alcohol talking. If it was then why now five years later, she still got a low-down tickle secretly every time anyone brought him up?

'Breath.'

She told herself

'This is not something you need to think about right now. Put it to the back of your mind.'

The wedding day had finally come. The weather could not have been better. Clear skies, the heat was not overpowering even though it was July, and there wasn't a threat of a rain cloud for miles. When Kate arrived at Mr. Moore's house, she was relieved to find that everyone was still out to lunch.

She settled on the couch. There were still a few hours before she needed to change into the dress she had brought for the wedding since Anna and Tim decided to marry later in the day.

'I knew I should have left later.'

Kate thought.

Her eyes wandered around the living room. Yup, it was the same place as she remembered it all those years ago as a child, even the last time she was here. The tv stand was one of the old-time TVs that came built in a box. It actually would look nice if only he would take the time to remove the old tv, clean it up, and repaint. Turn it into an updated tv stand. Then mount a newer television on the wall above, but he always said that if something works why do you need to replace it? Didn't matter if it was way past its date of being cool. The furniture, however, looked new. Anna must have talked him into finally getting rid of this lazy boy set. Kate wasn't sure but it could have been as old as her. The only thing that looked out of place was that dam TV stand. Her fingers were itching to get at it. But that wasn't why she was here.

When everyone got back, they all said their hello's to one another. "Hey, Mr. Moore." Said Kate giving him a big hug.

"Hello, Kate. You know I think it's time you started calling me by my first name. No more of this Mr. stuff. It makes me feel old, especially with Anna getting married. Call me Derek." Mr. Moore replied.

"Oh please! You're not old. Your not even fifty yet." Kate joked.

"Forty-six is a lot closer than the last time I looked up from life."

"Well, I still say you're not old."

"What do you consider old?" Derek asked.

"Eighty. I think by then you have earned the right to do whatever you want." Kate said with a smile. Then she realized they were still in a hugging position. She let him go. "You know I think I'm going to go get ready for the wedding, then head over there."

"Sounds like a good idea. It will be a bit before I get the two of them back out the door anyhow." Derek was referring to his aunt and uncle.

The ceremony was beautiful, great to see her oldest friend get married, and how happy they looked.... time to get a drink so her smile didn't fade. As happy as she was for the two of them, Kate remembers back when the two of them were young they would cut up magazines and piece together what they thought their life would look like now. Anna's was not far off from what she imagined, Kate on the other hand did not see herself as a struggling furniture restorer, living in a one-bedroom apartment living from furniture piece to furniture piece. So much her art degree has done for her so far. She swallowed all that and went to find the bar.

Entering the reception hall after he got his aunt and uncle settled the bar was top thought. He needed the reward of an ice-cold beer on his lips after the hurdles they had put him through. First, he got pulled over for going five miles over the speed limit, then was told by his uncle he was going wrong (since he was such a big driver at 75) way which only made him later than he wanted to be at the church, and last but not least his aunt droned on about when they would be able to eat because that meant the cake would be soon after and they didn't want to be home late since they had to be up early for the drive home tomorrow. Man was he glad to get a break from the two of them.

As he went to the bar for a beer, he got a thirst for something completely different. It had been a while since he had been generally attracted to a woman since his divorce from Anna's mother, but when he saw Kate his mouth almost dropped open. Standing before him was no longer the girl who grew up with his daughter, he swore he just saw her a few hours ago. No in her place there was a beautiful woman. Kate was a fit girl, to begin with, but, the dress that she had chosen for this wedding made her seem soft and feminine. A strapless black heart-shaped silk dress that hugged her curves, black lace that flared out as a mermaid dress. Paired with black stilettos, rhinestones up the back of the heel. Her neck was wearing a teardrop necklace with matching earrings her blonde hair in lush curls.

'Just keep your hands to yourself for the next twenty-four hours and you'll be just fine.'

Walking towards the bar, not to seem like an idiot. "You clean up nice." Too late, as the words came out saying them to Kate.

"Why thank you. You're not so bad yourself Mr.- I mean Derek. Still trying to work on that." Kate chucked. She eyed him in his all-black suit. His face was cleaned up, hair looked freshly washed and styled instead of just brushed through. The smell of sandalwood floated to her nose, making her knees wobble slightly.

"I'm surprised there's not a gang of guys following you around. Besides my daughter, of course, I think you're the prettiest one here." Derek told her.

Blushing a bit, but also relishing in the compliment coming from him. "You'd be right about that. I haven't had much of a moment to myself. Heck Chad is one of them. But the truth is none of the guys that are after me here fit my fancy." She held his gaze for a moment, not knowing if he picked up anything from her.

"Oh, well, you could always knock off early. I know I'm going to have to drive Harold and Betty back soon, you're more than welcome to go back with us." Derek suggested.

"Thank you, but probably not. I'd love to see Anna and Tim off." Kate replied.

"Well, the offer is open if you change your mind." Grabbing his beer and walking back to the table his aunt and uncle were at.

Kate couldn't help but look at his backside as he walked away.

'Dam I still want to grab his ass.'

Just then she heard a male voice. "So, this is where you've run off to."

Kate turned around and saw it was Chad.

'There's no way in hell I'm sleeping with you, and don't you dare try, just because your bedroom happens to be the closest to my sleeping quarters.'

Thankfully Kate never had to put up with him trying too hard. He gave up after about a half hour, he got the hint that he wasn't getting anywhere. Instead, Chad had his eye on one of the single bridesmaids. Which honestly is where he should have been the whole time anyhow since she was the one, he left with.

When she returned to the house all the lights were off except for the outside light to the door, which Derek had left unlocked for her. Even though it wasn't super late yet. Just a little after 11:00 p.m. She assumed since Mr. Moore didn't have anyone to entertain but himself after his aunt and uncle went to bed, he followed suit.

Kate felt her body tire as she realized there was no one to be up for. She laid her dress gently back into the garment bag, swinging it over a chair. She threw a t-shirt on before wiggling herself out of her bra and heels. Cuddling up on the couch with the blanket and pillow drifting off to sleep.

A few hours later Derek stirred and woke. His first thought was to know what time it was. In red numbers, his clock said 2:13 a.m. He then wondered if Kate had made it back from the wedding in one piece. He knew he shouldn't worry, she was a grown woman, but he couldn't help himself. It was his natural reaction.

Not thinking past that point he got out of bed, and stumbled downstairs. There she was resting peacefully on the couch.

'Phew.'

He thought. He took another gaze before turning around to go back to bed. As he did so her body moved. With the movement, the blanket slid higher off Kate's body showing a nice view of her ass. What made it worse was she was wearing a thong which showed off way more than he should have seen. Yet he couldn't look away.

Then she moved again, this time onto her side. Most of her was covered up, but again he could see more of her lower half than he thought he should. But with Kate being his new infatuation since seeing her tonight, he couldn't take his eyes off her. He could see that she had some type of shirt on since it had risen showing off some of her young flesh that only a 20-something could have on her stomach. But also, he watched as her hand traveled down her thigh smoothing it.

Then he felt it. It took him a bit by surprise since it usually only happened when sex was on the table (figuratively....and sometimes literally.) or when he decided to work out some stress. No, it's been a while since the tightening of his boxers happened on its own. His mouth started to become dry.

Walking now into the kitchen for a drink of water, from where he was standing Derek could see Kate. He watched her as he slowly drank the water. Her body moved once more, this time flat, her legs however were spread out, one propped up on the couch cushion. His body at that moment was not thinking with his right mind, the one that was screaming to go back upstairs to bed. No this time he listened to a deeper need.

Putting the glass on the counter, he refocused on Kate. Moved his hand over to the new larger budge in his boxers. Gently tugging on himself. He was encouraged even more when Kate's hand moved over her panty cover core. Her hips jerked into the feel. The motion repeated itself a few more times, and then her hand lay limp. By then Derek was worked up, wishing she would continue. What he got was much better than that.

Kate stirred one last time, this time her eyes fluttered open. It took her a moment to focus on what was being presented in front of her. Her lips curled into a smile; she could not believe her luck. This was it. This was her one chance. There was no way she was going to act like she didn't see him hard for her. Removing the blanket, she walked over to him.

When Kate had got up from the couch Derek had stopped dead touching himself. Embarrassed to be caught at all, thinking he stayed down here way too long. Even though he had stopped he had yet to remove his hand from his boxer-covered cock. Kate leaned against the doorway. "You know if you wanted me all you had to do was ask. I'll say yes." A sleepy smile in her voice.

Realizing he still had his hand on himself he released himself from his hand. "I shouldn't have been looking at you like that." Moving to the doorway, hoping she'd let him pass so he could go back up to his bedroom.

There goes for hoping, Kate put her hand on his chest to stop him. "We're both adults here."

Derek was rolling everything over in his mind. He thought the best route would be to scare her a bit. I mean even though he did want Kate, especially after seeing her tonight in that dress he couldn't sleep with her. That would be crossing some line, right? You don't sleep with one of your daughter's good friends. Especially one that you have known since she was young. "Look." He had a firm tone in his voice, as well as a firm hand on the one she laid on his chest to remove it. "You don't want this. I just want to use you like a rag doll. You're just a hole to fill. You couldn't handle everything that has been pent up little woman. Now move."

Kate's eyes closed and she made a hard swallow, not because the words that Derek spoke had scared her. No, these words only lit her fire more. She was trying to hold back a moan that was climbing her throat. She opened her eyes and responded. "No. I don't think you want to go back upstairs. I think you want me to stay right here so you can have your way with me." She got on her tiptoes to reach his ear. She whispered, "Besides how often do you get to fuck a hole this tight." Now she took his hand and brought it to the top of her panties, slowly sliding his fingers into where they were touching her already wet lips. "Go on, you know you want to."

The feel of a young wet hot core below his fingers had always been a pleasure of his. What straight male doesn't? He couldn't help but give it a feel. "Fuck." Came from his lips with a head shake, giving up any willpower he might have had, then crashing into her lips.

Focused on her lips below he played them like a beautiful instrument, moving his finger to spread her folds apart with the hand inside of her panties, while the other ran up her t-shirt reaching her breasts where his thumb found its way to her nipple. "You feel fantastic." Giving Kate a deep kiss before moving down her neck.

"I know I do, but what your doing to me, don't stop." She moved her hands slowly down to his boxers finding the top of the waistband, slowly sliding her hands inside, pushing them off of him. He took one hand, giving it a sizable lick before placing it on his hardened shaft. His body melted into the feel of her hand on him.

"Not stopping unless you do," Derek replied in a lust-fueled voice. This went on for a few minutes, them being in sync with each other. Like a well-oiled machine both trying to produce the other one's final product. Derek's fingers circled Kate's clit around and around, before slipping into her heat for a moment before once again making it's their way back to her clit. She felt her knees begin to buckle, bringing her closer to climax. "You naughty girl. You're enjoying this, aren't you? Having your wildest dreams come true." Derek teased.

A bit breathless Kate replied, "I...dream about... you... fuc... king...meeeee." As the words came tumbling out her whole body was shocked from the orgasm that was running through her body. Clasping onto his t-shirt-covered back. Derek had to leave his fingers right where they were since Kate's body was not letting them go anywhere for the time being.

After a few long moments, her body calmed, and released his fingers from her body. Just as he was about to taste his work, Kate grabbed his hand and slid the fingers that had been inside the most intimate place of her body into her own mouth giving them a suck that wiped them clean. "I always like to taste myself on a guy after they make me cum. It tastes just a little sweeter when I do." She gave him a wicked smile. "Take me upstairs."

Kate ran off up the stairs leaving Derek in the kitchen. Quickly he pulled up his boxers, grabbing her panties. God forbid he be woken up in a few hours from his aunt and uncle demanding to know why there was woman's panties on the kitchen floor.

Making his way to his bedroom he was greeted by a naked Kate. If he had any thoughts of turning back, right at this moment they were shattered. "Sorry, should I have waited?" she smirked at his way.

"God no." Dereck slipped off his clothes, walked out to her to the bed, and took her lips into his. This time how he wanted to. All thoughts of this being wrong, or that she was half his age or one of this daughter's oldest friends. Now in this moment, she was his equal, she was someone he actually wanted to be with.

He pushed her back and they crashed onto the bed together. Neither one skipping a beat, quickly coming into a comfortable position. Their breathing got heavier in anticipation of what was to unwrap next. Derek had an old-fashioned thick wood bed. Something that you knew was out of date and clunky but since it was broken why fix it? It had been in this room for as long as she could remember. The headboard had shelves and drawers on it like a storage area, so you didn't need to buy nightstands.

Derek reached up to one of the drawers and pulled out a condom. Stopping to rip it open, he places it onto his penis before entering Kate. It was so nice inside her he never wanted to leave. Katie's eyes rolled back. "Now this...this is what I dream about." This came out like a moan of pure pleasure. Leaning up and kissing Derek, nibbling up a little on his lower lip.

Derek got to go deep with Kate bringing her legs fully in the air and pushing out into a V shape. Taking one of his hands, he started to run his fingers over her clit to tease her even more. It worked in his favor. "Oh fuck Derek!" He took one of her hands down and gently touched his hand that was touching her. Then her hand traveled up his chest, which was nice, lean, a bit of a happy trail on his chest.