All characters in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age and older. This story is also protected under copyright and only Literotica have my permission to print this story.
When I was eighteen my friend Amelia had one of the coolest dads ever. His name was Andy and he was the youngest dad out of all the dads in our group. He was thirty-eight, having fathered Amelia when he was just eighteen himself.
The summer before we all went off to University was one of constant togetherness for my friends and me. We went to the beach, held barbecues in each others back yards and threw house parties.
Amelia's dad being a single parent meant the majority of our parties were at her place. Andy worked long hours and spent the rest of the time with his single, divorced friends. Amelia always said it was like owning her own home without having to pay any bills.
But there was something else about Andy. He was gorgeous. I definitely had a teenage crush on my friends dad. I didn't feel guilty about it because I was eighteen, and I never told anyone about the crush either, and I certainly didn't expect to act on it.
In Andy's defence I will state he never flirted with me, or with any of the other girls to my knowledge. He'd talk to us and have a laugh, but he never hung around for too long, or acted like the inappropriate dad. That actually made me fancy him more.
The occasions we talked to Andy we would ask him about being a dad at eighteen. None of us could imagine being pregnant at that age. Amelia's mum was also eighteen at the time she gave birth, but when she was twenty-two, she dumped Amelia on Andy to go travelling the world with some other much older guy.
That was something else I loved about Andy. I really like masculine men with a soft heart, and who aren't afraid to wear it on their sleeves. Andy was that man. He was tall and stocky but not muscle bound. He had short dark hair with brown eyes, and he always seemed to have a happy, handsome smile on his face.
That summer I thought a lot about my friends dad. So much so he started drifting into my sexual fantasies. I hadn't long split up with my boyfriend, so perhaps I was looking for a rebound or something. Whatever it was, I was smitten around my friends hot dad. Whenever I went to Amelia's house, which was often during that summer, I made an extra effort with my hair and make-up. It was subtle of course.
Being summer also meant I could wear revealing clothes without making my feelings about Andy known. I didn't want him to come onto me. I only wanted him to notice and pay a bit more attention to me than the other girls. That was all. I wanted him to flatter me.
I knew my plan was working when one evening, three of us girls were having a drink in Amelia's back garden. We weren't drunk or getting drunk, it was just a girly chat in the sun over a couple of refreshing ciders. Andy came home from work and joined us after his shower.
My heart fluttered when he stepped out into the back garden holding a beer in a pair of shorts and a vest. His older, masculine, clean shaven, post shower look immediately had my undivided attention. Andy spoke differently compared to the younger guys we hung around with. He was mature and sensible but very funny. He spoke to us like adults and took interest in what we were doing.
In the hope that my friends dad might be home that day, I'd purposely chosen a summer skirt and a crop top. I have large breasts, but so did one of the other girls, so my appearance wasn't inappropriate. It was, however, deliberate. I felt vindicated when he made an appearance and decided to join us. It filled me with excitement and a positive nervous energy.
Sitting in a close circle on chairs, Andy joined us by sitting next to his daughter. That put him directly across from me. He smiled at us all and asked how things were going. We all answered and a conversation involving Andy ensued. Throughout the conversation I noticed he was constantly glancing at me. Although, that might have been because he was noticing me constantly glancing at him. Either way, we were looking at each other and smiling.
The cider was having a slight effect on me, but Andy was having more of one, and he was too experienced around women not to notice. I had that shy girly smile going on, and at one point I even twirled a few strands of hair with my fingers when we were all listening to a funny story he was sharing with us.
In his presence I became gooey, especially between my legs and inside my knickers. Andy would now and again look me up and down. My legs were tight together, so he couldn't see up my skirt, but I really wanted to part my young thighs to give him a peek. That would have been too obvious to everyone else though, plus I wasn't that kind of girl anyway.
When my friends dad finished his beer, and excused himself, I was the only one saddened he wasn't staying for another. I realised how horny I was when I went to the toilet for a pee. My knickers were soaked through with my arousal. I bit down on my lower lip and relieved the sexual excitement right there and then on the toilet.
Closing my eyes, I tried to be as quiet as possible whilst rubbing my swollen clit. With my skirt up around my waist and my knickers down around my ankles, I frantically rubbed out a much-needed orgasm. It was so intense I felt dizzy for a few minutes after it. I then felt guilty when I returned to the girls, but at least I could stop thinking about my friends dad and relax.
The following evening I was back round there again. This time in a short, low-cut dress. Five of us had congregated at Amelia's house before catching a taxi into town for drinks. Going out like that was new to us because we'd all recently turned eighteen. We'd dressed up for plenty of parties and functions in our teens, obviously, but proper bars and clubs was all new and exciting to us.
Andy was there, but he was preoccupied with his friend. They were in the kitchen drinking beers before going out themselves. That put a bit of a dampener on things, especially when his friend was checking me out more than Andy was.
Us girls were mostly upstairs in Amelia's bedroom, but I made plenty of excuses to go downstairs, where Andy's friend made every attempt to talk to me. He was friendly and polite, but his attention was heavily focussed on my cleavage. I tried to grab Andy's attention a few times without making it too obvious, but he remained distant while his friend tried his best to flirt with me.
"She wants you, Andy-boy!" his friend chuckled, thinking I was out of ear shot when I left the kitchen. I paused, curious to listen in.
"She's the same age as my daughter! Behave yourself, man!" Andy responded.
"I'm telling you, mate, she wants you. Did you see the way she kept smiling at you with those big tits pushed out?"
"You think with your pecker too much. Louise is a good girl and a good friend to Amelia."
"So you wouldn't fuck her if she offered it up to you? Imagine having your hands on those tits while she's bouncing on your cock!"
"Watch it! Jesus! One of them might hear you."
"Sorry, but come on, Andy. Are you telling me you wouldn't fuck the hell out of Louise if you could? The tits on her! I'd fuck her in a heartbeat!"
"That's enough. She's my daughters friend."
"Fair enough. Sorry, mate."
I quietly walked back upstairs feeling flustered. I'd never heard anyone talk about me like that before. The fact Andy shut his friend down so quickly made my heart flutter. His friends observation was correct, but did Andy notice? I'm not sure how I'd have felt if I did overhear Andy say he'd love to fuck me. A mixture of emotions probably.
That night I ended up back at Amelia's house. Our friend Freya was supposed to share a taxi home with me, but she decided to have a one-night stand instead. Insisting I don't go in a taxi alone, Amelia had me call my parents and tell them I was staying at her house.
I genuinely wasn't thinking about Andy when I got back to Amelia's. I was drunk and my feet were killing from dancing in heels all night, but then I couldn't stop thinking about my friends dad when we found him watching TV.
Andy was alone and I couldn't tell if he was drunk. He certainly wasn't drunk-drunk. Amelia explained the situation to her dad and he was cool with it, even offering to sleep on the sofa so Amelia could have his bed, while I took hers. We were so ready for sleep we agreed, instead of faffing around with making up a bed on her floor.
Inside my friends bedroom I slipped out of the dress and into a pair of pyjamas I borrowed from Amelia. The top was baggy for her but it was too tight for me around the chest. It looked a size too small.
As soon as my head hit the pillow I needed a drink. I was parched. Getting out of bed, a very, very wicked thought appeared. I quietly changed back into the dress before making my way downstairs into the kitchen.
"Sorry, Andy," I whispered, entering the lounge. "I just need a glass of water."
My friends dad looked me over, taking in my cleavage for a moment. "Help yourself, Louise. There's plenty in the tap," he joked.
