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.
