Before you read this story, be advised that it is adult oriented and contains very graphic depictions of a sexual nature. It is not intended for, nor should it be read under any circumstances, by persons who are not at least eighteen(18) years of age.
I love to read your comments and would enjoy hearing from you if you like this story. I even want your comments if you don't like it, provided you are actually giving constructive criticism. Please don't leave a comment if you are simply turned off by what the story contains. Just because you may not enjoy or politically agree with the portrayals, it doesn't mean that others won't.
~~Odysseyker
-----------------------------
Checking on Angie
This is a story about something that I'm not particularly proud of, but it was one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life. Even to this day, I can't really believe that it happened. It is the story of how I happened to have sex with the teenage daughter of some of my closest friends. But the bright side is that it was she, not myself, that initiated the whole thing. I was simply playing my part as 'family friend'.
It happened a few years ago, while my friends Jess and Carrie were on a two week cruise that they took as a second honeymoon. Actually, this was more like their first honeymoon since they'd never really had one. They told me that they were both in college when they got married and didn't have the time for a lengthy trip. They had made plans to go away when school was out for the summer but, for one reason or another, it never happened.
I had known Jess and Carrie for several years when what I'm about to share took place. We met through scouts, my son and theirs being at different levels. When my son was just starting, theirs was moving up. They had been co-leaders and somehow the baton got handed to me (more like crammed in my hand). They helped me get a handle on what I was doing and were always around for support. During that time we became friends and have been ever since.
Angie, their daughter, was only about six or seven years old when we first met, a year younger than my son but in the same grade of school. She was a little blonde ball of fire that always seemed to be in the middle of everything. She and my son became close friends and even had the hots for each other at one point in Jr. High. They ultimately went their separate ways and found other people that they were interested in, but still remain close friends.
As Angie grew older, she became interested in sports, especially softball. Our families spent a lot of time together at ball games, cookouts, camping and the like. By the time she was a senior in high school, she had developed into quite the cutie. I'd caught myself many times watching her ass in her tight fitting softball uniform, or checking out her crotch when she wore short-shorts to see if I could catch a glimpse of fuzz. Her chest was slow in blossoming, but by the time she graduated, she had enough to fill a 'B' cup quite nicely.
At the time of this story, Angie had just turned eighteen and even though her chest was small, she was an athletic beauty. I would guess that she measured in the neighborhood of 34-26-38 with thick, firm thighs supporting her five foot nine inch frame. Her weight was probably somewhere around 130 lbs of lean, young flesh. She had a bubbly personality and great sense of humor that complimented her good looks. In short, Angie was a wholesome, all-around good kid. But I always thought there might be a dark, naughty side to her.
Angie and my son were both beginning their freshman year at the local state college when this happened. Jess and Carrie had planned their trip to coincide with 'back to school' knowing they would have fewer children to deal with on the cruise. And even though Angie was quite mature, they asked if I would keep an eye on things and check on her from time to time. We live in a small country town and our homes are only a few blocks apart. So, of course, I agreed. Not with anything funny in mind; simply because I am their friend.
Jess and Carrie had been away for almost a week and I had been doing my best to watch their house, and had spoken to Angie on the phone to see if everything was alright. She assured me that things were fine, and I believed her, but decided to stop by on Saturday morning anyway. When Saturday rolled around, I got up a bit earlier than normal. My wife rarely has to work weekends, but that day she had to be at the office by nine. So, I rose with her, ran a few errands and then went to my friends' house.
I knocked on the door at around ten a.m. and Angie answered wearing a baggy t-shirt and holding a glass coffee pot. I hadn't given any thought to the possibility that she might still be sleeping, but apparently she hadn't been up long. Her blonde hair was pulled into a pony-tail and she looked a little sleepy. Her athletic legs were bare, as were her feet, under the t-shirt which struck her just below the crotch.
"Oh, hi Bob," she chirped. "I was just making some coffee. Would you like a cup?"
"Sure," I said without thinking. As soon as I entered the house I realized that my being there wasn't entirely appropriate. But by that time Angie was already halfway to the kitchen jabbering about an e-mail she'd received from her mom and dad. She didn't seem to be concerned about my being there, so I just went along.
While Angie went to the sink to fill the caraf‚ with water, I took a seat at the kitchen table. She continued to chatter about how much fun her parents were having and filling me in on their activities as she poured the water into the coffee maker. She dropped a filter in the bin and reached for a nearby canister. She opened it and found it was empty. "Shoot! No coffee..." she complained.
I told her it was okay and that I should be going anyway, but she rebuffed my attempt to leave. "I know we have a brand new can here somewhere..." she said as she started opening cabinets in search of the coffee. "Aha!" she exclaimed when she located the new can. That's when things began to get interesting.
When she had answered the door, I'd noticed that she was braless under the shirt. With her smallish breasts, Angie could get by without a bra if she wanted just about anytime, but the little nipples poking at the fabric gave her away. And now, as she reached for the can, it became evident that she may not have anything at all on under the shirt. The hem of the garment inched upward as she stretched, revealing the lower half of her firm, round bum.
I wanted to look away, but simply couldn't. My brain was transfixed by the sight and I stared at the fleshy hemispheres. I saw no evidence of any panties or thong, so I assumed she was nude except for the t-shirt. Immediately, I felt a rush through my loins and a warmth fill my chest. For the last few years, I had thought Angie's butt, which was tight and full, was her best feature. And here I was getting an unobstructed eyeful of a goodly portion.
Once she had the can in hand, I had to quickly shift my gaze out the window to keep Angie from knowing that I'd been ogling her bottom. And she didn't seem to be any the wiser. I tried to put it out of my mind as a silly accident, but couldn't get the image to go away. The more I tried, the more vividly it displayed itself in my mind. "Wow.. What a great ass," I kept telling myself.
Angie opened the can, filled the smaller canister and finished preparing the pot to brew. Then she snapped the lid onto the larger can and went to replace it where she'd found it. This gave me another chance to peek at her as the shirt rode up her delicious bottom again. But this time I was doubly treated. She was already standing on tip-toes to reach the shelf, but in order to get the can back in place she did a little hopping motion. This caused her butt to jiggle and the shirt to edge up a little more.
I don't think she knew she was showing off the first time, but realized her hind end was on display this time. Angie quickly brushed the shirt tail down and turned toward me. I think she was trying to see if I had noticed but by the time she looked at me I was peering through their sliding glass doors into the yard. I could still see her out of the corner of my eye as she stood there, obviously embarrassed, watching me.
After a few moments, Angie pulled out a chair and sat down across from me. We chatted about her folks and basic things while the coffee brewed. I explained that even though we'd spoken on the phone, I wanted to be sure she, and the house, were well. The conversation was just short of boring. The only thing that was interesting about it was the fact that I kept getting glimpses of the teen's stiff nipples jabbing at her shirt.
We eventually got around to her social life and Angie told me that she and her boyfriend had broken up a few weeks prior. I expressed my consolations, assuring her that she'd find someone else. Then I blurted out, "I bet you'd be a lucky catch for any guy." I couldn't believe I'd just said that out loud. It was truly meant as a pacifying compliment but came out sounding more like a pickup line.
Angie cocked an eyebrow at me and asked, "You really think so?"
I know I was blushing when I tried to cover my mistake by offering, "Sure... You're smart, athletic, funny... And pretty too."
Angie's mouth curled into a smile and her smouldering blue-grey eyes showed a mischievous look. I had to wonder what was running through the girl's mind at that point. Every scenario in mine had her naked and trying to seduce me. I pushed the thoughts aside, telling myself they were just the psyche of a healthy, still virile, middle aged man. Here I was at forty-six and Angie at just eighteen. There was no way she was going to get frisky with me. At least that's what I thought.
When the coffee finished brewing, Angie rose and poured two mugs. She added sugar to hers and asked if I wanted anything in mine. I told her I took a couple of sugars and a little cream, if she had any. The girl put two spoonfuls of sugar in my cup and then went to the refrigerator in search of the cream. Like she had done with the coffee, she mused over where the Half and Half might be. She was standing with the door open and she suddenly bent over saying, "Oh... Here it is."
When she bent over, the shirt crawled upward again and this time there was no doubt left that she was indeed nude under the night shirt. Her entire ass was plainly displayed and I could faintly distinguish the outline of her pussy. She stayed like that for longer than I expected, and certainly longer than it took to retrieve the cream, then went on as if nothing had happened. There was no way that Angie didn't know what she'd just done.
I tried to play it cool, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, but my dick wasn't cooperating. It was swelling in my pants and I knew it would be obvious if I stood up. And I knew that was exactly what I should have done; Stood up and got the hell out of there. But for some reason, I couldn't. I sat there almost stunned as the girl stirred my coffee and set it in front of me.
