Mr. Wells pulled up across the road from my house. We hadn't spoken the whole ride home and I was beginning to think perhaps he was done with my presence. I looked over to him nervously and smiled. He looked over to me, his eyes flicking toward my breasts and the short hem of my dress.
'Well, this is it then. I'll ring my associate tomorrow and transfer to town when I get home.' He said to me, as though he was speaking to his secretary. The taste of his cum still resonated in my mouth and I leaned over slowly, giving him a devilish grin. I made sure he could see down my dress, though my tits were nothing to brag about, they were perky and supple, the very antonym of his wife's.
'I'm afraid we're not done just yet, Mr. Wells.' I was excited by my own words. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. I played with his tie flirtingly and leaned closer until I reached his ear, then began nibbling softly on his lobe.
'You're going to risk being seen in the car with an old man?' He shuffled away from me and looked me up and down. I rolled my eyes at his rejection as if to say 'oh well, your loss' and leaned back back into my own seat. I thought for a second, perhaps he really was done, but I'd at least let him make the choice, so I'd know for sure. 'No, with an empty house, I think we could do better than a car.' With that I opened the door and got out, leaving him to wonder.
I walked up my driveway and produced the key to my room, it had a ranch slider and sat at the right side of the house, if anyone pulled up they couldn't see my room and anyone could make a quick escape out the side gate.
I got into my room and looked around. It wasn't too messy, just a few clothes and books scattered around. We didn't have a maid to clean up after us. I stuffed my clothes under my bed and shelved the books. Taking another look around, I realized how uncomfortable it might make David. Photos of his daughter and I were plastered everywhere, along without our other high school friends. My immaturity shone through relentlessly in this room. Letters declaring my love for past crushes, with huge hearts with arrows going through them sat on my desk. My queen sized bed had a billowy pink duvet on it, with purple pillowcases and fluffy cushions. My curtains hadn't changed since I was 11, although I'd outgrown my unicorn phase a long time ago.
I snapped out of my embarrassment trance and figured, hell, if he wants to fuck an 18 year old, he's just going to have to deal with uncomfortable situations like this.
That's when I heard footsteps on the back patio. Shit that was quick, I thought, though I'd been standing there for at least five minutes. I leaned on my desk, still standing, waiting for him.
His shadow appeared at the ranch slider and I felt my heart warm up again. Whenever I knew he was around or when I saw his face a huge rush encompassed me. I couldn't help myself, I had big crush on him and he was only making matters worse by doing this with me. He frightened and excited me, I had almost no time to think about the gravity of what we were doing, and I knew that when I fell asleep tonight it would come, full force and drown me in guilt; not only for Madge and Amber, but for myself.
'Dolly?' He said as he carefully peeled back the white veil behind the ranch slider and stepped through, perhaps expecting my father to be standing in front of me with a baseball bat at the ready. He was a master excuse maker, so that probably wouldn't be too much of an ordeal for him, anyway.
'May I ask who's calling?' I said in a high voice, then frowned at my own idiocy. If he wasn't so interested in fucking me, he probably would have fobbed me off by now. To my surprise he chuckled, but didn't reply. He came through the thin curtain, then walked over until he was arms length away from me.
He always looked so nice in his business suits, I knew he had an incredible body underneath, but there was something so arousing about the thought of being taken while he was wearing it. Then it dawned on me. He is going to take me while he's wearing it. We're alone and will be for however long he stays. There won't be any more interruptions, no more people to ruin our intense heat. This is it. He's going to fuck me; my own best friend's father is going to fuck me.
My heart pumped faster and harder until I could hear the blood in my head again. I looked up at him, trying to keep calm. He was so fucking sexy, I couldn't have thought of anyone else I'd rather lose it to, if only there wasn't such a fucked up situation around us.
'So nobody's home?' He questioned seriously, looking toward my door that lead into the house.
'That's right. And they won't be for a looong time, Mr. Wells.' I eyed him sensually and took his tie again, gently tugging him toward me with it. He responded by stepping the final step that it took for our bodies to be together. He looked down into my eyes and I saw him drink in my facial features.
'You are stunning, Dolly. You grew up so fast.'
'I'm glad you noticed.' I said smugly, but inside I was almost screaming, I wanted to kiss him so bad.
'How could I not notice a sexy young woman in my own home?' While he said this, he smoothed his hand up my thigh, passed the hem of my dress. He pulled my head towards his and our lips met finally. I melted into him instantly, my lips moving with his and caressing my hands up his chest to his shoulders, holding onto his neck and head. I felt heat rise up inside me and I wanted more, needed more.
We kissed deeply, his tongue expertly wrestling with mine while his hands trailed all over my body. The hand holding my head slipped down to my left breast and squeezed gently, the thumb flicking over my hardened nipple a few times, which made me draw in breath sharply and bite his lip softly. His other hand continued, very slowly, up my dress to my firm ass. He massaged my right cheek for a while, on top of my panties, then slipped under the fabric and continued.
I could feel his bulge growing harder and more prominent. I shifted one hand from his neck, down to his crotch and rubbed the outside of his pants hard. I wanted him, badly, I wanted him to release his cock and force it inside me, I didn't care if it hurt, I didn't care what anyone would think, I didn't care if guilt would kill me, I just needed him inside me, my pussy ached and I ground it into him, replacing my hand.
