There was only one picture of Elena's mother.
The photo, surrounded by a hand-made wooden frame, sat on Elena's bedroom dresser.
Stacy, Elena's best friend, studied the family photo. Kneeling in front of the dresser, as if before an alter, Elena studied the picture. She reverently held the frame in her long thin fingers as her eyes took in each detail of the photo.
Elena's mother was on the right. She was very young, just over eighteen years old and very pretty. Her auburn hair was unkempt and made a strange counterpoint to a face of classic beauty. Oddly, that face bore no expression. But her eyes, green and luminous, beamed, quite obviously to Stacy, a distant and desperate look. Those eyes seemed to be asking Stacy for something; and Stacy thought she knew what Elena's mother was asking her.
In that same photo were two other people. There was a baby girl about two months old; that was Elena. She was being held by her father; the father that raised her for all of her now eighteen years. Stacy studied every feature on this man's face. He had changed little over the intervening years. It was eighteen years since but he looked only a few years older than he did in the picture. He was as handsome as Elena's mother was pretty. But his eyes were kind and open. Stacy's eyes traced down from his easy smile to his sinewy neck and strong arms that bore baby Elena. Stacy's blood began to race through her veins. She felt that familiar tingly need deep in her belly. She always felt the same 'want' when she looked at or talked to Elena's dad. And even this eighteen year old photo elicited the same sensation inside her.
Stacy looked again at Elena's mother. One month after the photo was taken she had left them. She did leave a brief note, two sentences according the Elena, and then just disappeared. Elena's dad was devastated and tried to track her for over a year, and then occasionally after that. Not even a whiff of her whereabouts was ever found. Elena's dad had never remarried, but was a really great dad. Stacy thought of how much better Elena's situation was than her own. Her own family was completely dysfunctional. Her parents drank too much and fought constantly. That was why she spent so much time at Elena's house. Well, she smiled at the thought, there might be one other reason.
Stacy suddenly felt the need to pee. Place put the picture back onto the dresser top and went into the bathroom. No sooner had she finished when she heard the front door of the house open.
"Elena should not be home so soon." Stacy realized. Her friend had volleyball practice and was not due home for about an hour and a half. A few years ago Elena gave Stacy a key to the house, they were best friends. Stacy would often let herself in. Elena's dad had no problem with that.
"Damn, did I leave the front door unlocked today, shit!" Stacy was about to call out to see if someone had come in. But even before Stacy had a chance to pull her panties up the bathroom door burst open.
Completely shocked, Stacy jumped up and backed into the towel rack leaving her panties and shorts in a pile in front of the toilet. Stacy looked up at the intruder. But the intruder turned out to be Elena's dad! He took two steps into the bathroom as he pulled his pants zipper down. It was only then that he saw Stacy.
"What the..." Nick Maurer blurted as he startled at seeing someone in his bathroom. It took him a second or two to recognize the girl. "Stacy! Oh my god, I didn't know you were here. It's just that I'm about to explode..." It was then that he noticed Stacy's state of undress.
Neither of them made a move, they looked at each other, thoughts racing. It was then that Stacy spoke.
"It's OK. You look like you really have to go. Go ahead, I don't mind." And with that she lifted the toilet seat but made no attempt to leave or to dress.
Nick Maurer looked at the pretty girl in front of him, naked from the waist down. This was his daughter's best friend, so gorgeous, so sexy. They had, over the past few years, grown to like each other very much. Nick often thought about Stacy, in ways other than as a friend of his daughter. He looked at her face and into her eyes. Her blue eyes were smoldering, her breathing was rapid. Her moist lips parted revealing a pink tongue. Primal need forced him to step forward. He reached down and picked up the denim shorts and yellow panties. He brushed them across his nose and cheek and deposited them on the sink vanity. He turned to the toilet and pulled his meaty penis from his pants. He heard a soft gasp. As he relaxed he wondered what he should do next. "Would Stacy really be open to his advances?"
"Let me help you with that Mr...oohhh," offered Stacy as she took the thick shaft into her fingers and nudged his hand aside. Stacy couldn't believe that she had just taken her best friend's father's penis into her hand. But she knew that an opportunity like this would not come again. Earlier, as she was sitting on the toilet, just before the front door opened, she was daydreaming about this man. A movie played in her head where Elena's dad was kissing and holding her, touching her, licking her...
"Stacy, maybe you can just call me Nick." And with that they both laughed. With the broken tension Nick's bladder relaxed and he jetted out a yellow stream. Stacy felt the liquid ripple through the thin skin on the underside of his penis. She was fascinated by the sensation in her fingertips.
As soon as he finished Nick turned toward Stacy as his cock began to stiffen in her hand. Her eyes still had that same imploring gaze. Her face lifted toward his, almost pleading, while a slight smile widened her lips. Nick reached forward; his large rough hands encircled her small waist. Her tender skin was smooth and warm. He gently, almost imperceptively, pulled the girl toward him. As she leaned forward he heard a snap and his pants dropped to his ankles. They fell exactly where Stacy's had been a minute before. With locked eyes they leaned toward each other. Both of them seemed to be holding their breath; almost afraid that they might wake from a dream or break an enchanting spell. And then their lips met.
Tenderly, at first, almost cautiously, timidly parting, but only slightly...
And as if by magnetism their mouths drew together again and the kiss was real, deeper and more passionate. The kiss persisted. With open mouths their lips caressed and their tongues probed and explored. Nick felt his underpants get pushed down and they too slid down to his ankles. Their bodies converged, bellies touching first; Nick's chest pressed against Stacy's heaving breasts. He could feel the yielding mounds through his work shirt. The kiss intensified and enflamed their passion as their hips came together. Stacy released Nick's now turgid manhood and allowed it to prod the soft bellymeat just above her pussy.
Despite a raging need Nick broke the kiss, "Stacy, are you sure? Do you want to...you know...I'm a lot older than you."
"Oh Nick, please, yes; oh yes. I've dreamt of this moment for such a long time. And you are not that much older than me." She began to unbutton Nick's shirt. She worked her way down as Nick glided his hands over the girl's silky back. She peeled the shirt from his shoulders, down and off his arms. She tossed it onto the vanity with her shorts and panties.
Nick, spurred on by Stacy, gave his pent up need release. He had to see this young girl's tits. He needed to feel her nipples on his tongue and press his lips into her pert fleshy mounds. His hands slid slowly up her sides from waist to armpit. Just next to his hands the thin cotton fabric of her tank gathered and retreated. Her taut belly was bared first; the gathered fabric bunched as it pushed into her full breasts. But as Nick's hands continued upward the firm nearly white mounds lifted and delayed the inevitable. Suddenly, the thin cotton stretched and slid up and the girl's opalescent orbs were revealed. They were full, firm and round; each one tipped with a quarter-sized pink areola and centered with an erect rosy tip. Nick paused for a minute to take in the beauty before him; her long blonde hair, pretty face, satiny skin, wonderful tits and a pussy sparsely covered by golden down; his need now raged and his blood boiled.
Stacy stretched her arms straight overhead as Nick pushed her shirt up. He pushed it up until it reached her wrists. Nick twisted the shirt around her wrists and held both of her arms with one of his, stretching her and jutting her young breasts out. They kissed and Stacy felt Nick's hand slide down her arm, roll over her shoulder and slip down her back. He was soon caressing her pert ass cheeks. Stacy released a deep moan. To be handled like this by the man she desired from afar for so long; it felt like a wonderful naughty dream. They held their kiss and felt his hand slide around her waist and move up, oh, just the fingertips tickled her belly and ribs; but they didn't stop there. His thumb drummed up her ribcage and he took a full handful of breastmeat. The squeeze was gently but firm, perfect; and then he began to tug on her nipple. Another moan poured from the girl's throat like honey.
Nick with his one arm up, holding Stacy's arms, smelled the workday on himself. He did not want to offend or distract her enjoyment of his attention so he flicked open the shower curtain and turned on the spray. Stacy looked inquisitively at him.
"I smell. It was a hot day, until the rain," offered Nick as an explanation.
"Well, I think you smell great," replied Stacy.
Nick kissed his way down the girl's neck and across her collarbone. He didn't stop there but ran his lips downward. Stacy so wanted to feel his mouth on her young tits, and Nick did not disappoint her. He kissed over and around the fleshy orbs. Then he licked teasingly across until he reached her pouting areola. He paused, building anticipation. He was able to hold her arms up while his mouth was at her breasts. Stacy felt the swirl of his tongue around the edges of the swelling areola. His tongue ran around and around slowly, spirally his prey, targeting the turgid center. His tongue then laved then entire nipple and his mouth slurped in as much breastment as possible. This sent sparks from her tits to a place deep in her belly. Her knees were getting weak and she slumped against the wall and released a breathy sigh.
Nick noticed the bathroom was filling with steam. He lowered Stacy's arms; she didn't attempt to remove the twisted shirt from her wrists, so Nick did it for her. He stepped out of his puddled pants and pulled off his shoes and socks. Stacy was already naked except for her slip-on sandals. She kicked them off. He wrapped his arm around her and eased her into the shower – he followed her in. As soon as he entered he grabbed the soap and began to lather. Stacy stopped him.
"Hey, let me do that silly." Stacy washed his chest and arms. "If I do a good job will you return the favor?"
