It was about three in the morning when Doug woke up. It wasn't that Doug had never woken up at three in the morning before. He often did, and spent the wee hours of the night wondering how his life had gotten so screwed up. No, what made tonight different was that a naked female body, and very voluptuous one to boot, lay on his shoulder, asleep, gently breathing, with her legs were entwined with his.
Under normal circumstances Doug would not have seen that a problem at all. In fact, quite the opposite. It was only a problem because Doug had no idea who this soft skinned, beautiful creature was, or how she got there.
***
Doug was a forty year-old, divorced single dad and his success with women was a near perfect zero. He was honest, smart, and extremely nerdy. Not exactly a chick magnet in high school, he managed to date a pretty girl named Marta. Marta's family was religious, so soon after graduation, rather than burn, they wed. While Marta had been passionate at kissing and making out before the nuptials, the moment the vows were said, she lost all interest in sex. In fact, even three years after the wedding, and after dozens of hours of counseling, the marriage had not been consummated, much to Doug's frustration and embarrassment.
Only the prodding of Marta's parents for a grandchild finally got Marta to let Doug get near her and have intercourse in the most pedestrian way possible: missionary style, with Marta laying there like a cold fish while Doug did his business.
This did produce a child, however. A blonde little girl they named Shelly. Doug doted on his daughter and wished to enlarge his family, but Marta, having fulfilled her parent's requirements, refused to consider it, ignoring Doug's wishes and later, the begging of her own daughter for a little brother or sister.
So the cold, empty marriage continued until shortly after Shelly turned fourteen. Doug considered divorce, but couldn't bear to put Shelly through that. Sadly, Marta's parents were killed in an automobile accident leaving Marta and Doug with a large inheritance. Within a month Marta had moved out of the house, moved in with a long-time female friend and filed for divorce. As soon as it was granted, the friend became a fiancée and the couple moved to the west coast. Doug and Shelly rarely heard from them. It was at this point Doug finally realized how badly he had been used.
For the last three years it had just been Doug and Shelly. She was an active teenager, involved in sports and supporting her and helping her choose a university to attend had kept Doug busy until a couple of months ago when she had left for school. Though he hit the gym hoping to improve his prospects, he realized he would never have more that an average "dad" body. The truth was he'd been much too occupied to try and develop a love life up to this point. This made waking up in the middle of the night with a girl in his bed not only unlikely, but seemingly impossible.
He wondered if this all was simply a dream. His thoughts seemed slow and foggy and he couldn't remember much about last evening. If it was a dream, though, it was a very nice one.
Then the girl stirred. Moaning she shifted her body against his, reached out a hand and ran her fingers down his belly until they found his manhood. Gently stroking and playing with it, it soon became erect with slippery pre-cum dribbling out the tip and running down his shaft.
The girl pushed herself into a kneeling position, reached between her legs and started playing with herself with one hand as the other continued to massage Doug's cock.
He tried to catch a glimpse of her face, but he normally kept his bedroom dark and he couldn't really make out anything but long, curly hair that fell down her shoulders to nearly cover a pair of magnificent tits that jiggled and bounced in the dim light.
After a minute the girl straddled him, her back facing him and reached behind herself to insert his stiff cock into her wet, slippery pussy. It was a delightfully tight fit. Then she started moving on him, riding up and down on his shaft with ever increasing speed. In the dim light he could make out a shapely rear end, and marveled watching his own cock disappearing into her perfect pussy lips that stretched tightly around his manhood.
She was moaning regularly now, but the sounds gave Doug no clue to her identity and he didn't think this was the time to ask, "Who are you? What's your name?" He had longed for this kind of sexual encounter for decades and he didn't want to risk spoiling things now, even if this was just some kind of vivid dream.
It wasn't long before Doug felt a burning sensation in his loins. The girl was moaning louder and louder and he could feel her cunt tighten around him as the orgasm built up inside her. Suddenly she cried out as waves of ecstasy rolled through her body. Her climax triggered his and he felt his body pump cum into hers just as her pussy seemed to squeeze and milk it from his manhood. The cum overflowed her pussy and dripped onto his thighs leaving him wet and sticky. Would you feel that wetness in a dream?
The girl's orgasm lasted more than a minute and it was clear it had exhausted her. She fell back on the bed, next to him. Reaching behind her she grabbed his hand, pulling it across her and encouraging him to spoon her, her back to his stomach, his arm around her waist. A large, soft tit fell into his open palm. She finally moaned, "God, that was so good, Mr. C" then fell promptly asleep.
The words were shocking and enough for Doug to identify his mysterious lover: Diane Springer, his daughter Shelly's best friend.
***
Shelly and Diane had been friends since elementary school. They were both of medium height, but otherwise quite different in their personalities and interests. Shelly had, blue eyes, long, straight blond hair with an athletic body. She loved sports (soccer being her favorite) and was an studious introvert. Diane had emerald green eyes and was brunette with dark, curly hair, an extraordinarily beautiful face and a body that would make a playboy centerfold jealous. Her dad had died of a heart attack when she was a child and her mom seemed unable or unwilling to curb her daughter's more unruly exploits. Smart, but never a great student, she had been a party girl in high school, drinking and dabbling in drugs and, according to Shelly, had gotten a reputation as the school slut.
Doug had tried to step in and be available to Diane to help her along and they had had some good talks about life and boys, and she seemed to appreciate his concern. However, in the end, she wasn't his daughter and the best he could hope for was that Diane's wild ways didn't rub off on Shelly, and as far as he could tell, they hadn't. Shelly would often tell him of some exploit Diane had shared with her, shaking her head about her friend's foolishness.
Despite her wild child history, Doug, in a certain way admired Diane. She welcomed, owned and enjoyed her sexuality, not scared of dressing provocatively and getting attention. He found that exciting. He had been married to someone who couldn't come to terms with her own sexuality and it wasn't a pleasant experience as Marta had wasted many years of his life.
***
As he thought about this none of it shed light for Doug about how Diane had wound up in his bed. He was amazed he hadn't recognized her body, even in the dark. This summer she had been over using his pool with Shelly numerous times wearing a tiny revealing bikini. Perhaps he had suffered a mental block, not wanting to admit he was now turned on my the body of girl he had known since she was seven.
The fog slowly began to clear as he lay there with her, however, and things from the prior evening started to pop back into his head. Shelly had taken the train home from college to go to a concert in the city with Diane. They had met at his house to dress and do their makeup and when they left, Doug hadn't expected to see them again as Shelly planned to go right back to the university. He was surprised, then, when his door bell rang at 11 PM. It was Diane, apologizing for dropping by so late, but explaining that she had left her makeup kit here. Doug invited her in and offered her a cup of coffee and it was at this point that things got really fuzzy. Why?
Suddenly he remembered sitting on the sofa with Diane. She was still wearing a revealing outfit she put on for the concert: A metallic gold halter top that clung to her body like liquid and left her back bare and her breasts unrestrained. They swayed and jiggled with each movement which made her nipples be outlined by the fabric. Below she wore black leggings that showed every curve of her magnificent body accentuated by high heeled black boots. Doug remembered her leaning over and unexpected kissing him and him not retreating. It was as if his inhibitions had mysteriously disappeared, but he hadn't had a drop of alcohol. Did she slip something into his coffee?
Then glimpses of them making love on the sofa came into his head. Their clothes on the floor and him on top of her with her arms around his chest and her legs around his hips. Apparently this three A.M. encounter hadn't been their first.
Whatever had happened between them, it was clear to Doug he had to put an end to it, though he decided not to wake Diane now. In the morning, with his head completely clear, he would make his case to her that this could never happen again. Not only was the age difference inappropriate, if Shelly found out it would destroy his relationship with her and her relationship with Diane. He was sure he could convince her of that and it would be in everybody's best interest to bury what had happened tonight. With that settled in his mind, Doug allowed himself to enjoy his last few hours holding this beautiful creature in his arms and he felt asleep.
***
When Doug woke the next day to sunlight filtering through his bedroom window, he realized somebody was licking his cock. The covers were pulled down to his knees and Diane, her naked back facing him, was leaning over his crotch and daintily sucking on his manhood while her hands played with his balls.
Feeling him stir, she stopped, looked over her shoulder and said, with a giggle, "Sorry. You had a morning woody and I just couldn't resist." With that she turned back to her work using her tongue and her fingers to tenderly stroke his engorged shaft. The pleasure Doug felt at watching her and feeling her touch was not even something he might have conceived a few hours ago. Diane might have been the school slut, but it certainly had left her with some really useful skills.
