I awoke to the sound of Alicia's cellphone ringing on the desk in the far corner of her room.
"Hey," I murmured, still half-asleep. "You gonna get that?"
We were sharing her queen-sized bed, after having spent the night watching '80s horror films and pigging out--a typical Friday night, but a tradition that would be coming to an end sooner than either of us wanted, since we had been accepted colleges four hours apart from each other. The past month had been a flurry of activity: we had both turned eighteen (Alicia on the fifth, me on the seventeenth), attended our senior prom, and in less than three weeks we would be graduating.
Alicia groaned as she crawled over me. As she reached her phone, I heard her yell, "Shit!"
"Hmm?"
My eyes were still closed, and a string of expletives escaped my friend's lips until she picked up the phone and began apologizing profusely. "I am so, so, so sorry," I heard her saying as she rifled through her drawers. "I'll be there in twenty. I am so sorry."
I stretched and yawned as I sat up. "What's up?"
"I totally forgot that I agreed to work the morning shift today, and now I'm fucking late." She hurriedly threw on her work uniform. "I was supposed to be there at seven, and it is now..." She looked down at her cellphone. "...7:30. Fuck!" She grabbed her visor and nametag and was almost out the door when she turned back to me. "You can go back to sleep. Hang out, do whatever. My dad won't care. Maybe I'll see you when I get off at four."
And just like that she was gone. I heard the front door slam seconds later and considered going back to sleep. After laying back down and attempting to drift back off, it was clear that more sleep wasn't going to happen, so I decided to get up and around. I was unsure whether or not Alicia's dad, Stan, was awake or not, so I tried to keep my noise to a minimum as I took my belongings into the bathroom across the hall and ran the shower.
Alicia's house was like a second home to me, the shower as familiar as the one in my own home. My mind began to come alive as I eased under the stream of warm water, and my thoughts turned, not for the first time, to my friend's dad. Alicia's parents had divorced many years ago, and now her mom worked on the east coast, seeing her daughter twice a year on average. Stan was universally acknowledged amongst the girls in our grade as being the "hot dad," standing over six feet tall with a muscular physique, constantly disheveled salt-and-pepper hair, and icy blue eyes.
I often teased Alicia about how attractive her dad was, to which she would roll her eyes and scoff. Little did she know that my teasing was only half-joking. I often imagined circumstances in which he and I were alone together, times like now...
But of course nothing would happen. Stan had known me since I was a little girl and undoubtedly had zero interest in being with someone under half his age. I still absentmindedly rubbed my crotch thinking about him without a shirt on, his piercing eyes devouring me as he plowed into me. Unfortunately, the water turned cold before I could bring myself over the edge. I grumpily finished rinsing and promised to finish the job once I got home to my own bed.
Pulling on sweats and a baggy t-shirt, I threw my hair into a messy bun and returned to Alicia's room to gather the rest of my belongings. As I zipped my duffel bag, my stomach began to growl. I'd have to make a stop at the fridge before I headed out. I double checked once more that I had my wallet, cellphone, and keys and made my way down the stairs. The kitchen was immediately to the left of the staircase, and I glided in and peered into the refrigerator. Helping myself to a yogurt and a bagel, I sat my purse and duffle bag down on the table as I ate.
As I discarded the empty yogurt carton, I heard noise coming from the living room, which was on the other side of the foyer. Thinking it was Stan, I decided that I would pop in to say good morning before I headed out. However, as I drew closer, I quickly realized that the sound I was hearing were the exaggerated feminine moans of a porno. My breath caught in my chest as I put two and two together, but I couldn't stop myself from drawing closer until I reached the doorway and peered in on the most erotic scene I had ever witnessed.
On the couch on the right side of the room was Stan with his pajama pants around his ankles, stroking the biggest cock I had ever seen (although I had only seen two with my own eyes) while two women, one of whom was being thoroughly fucked from behind, kissed on the television hanging on the left wall of the room. I could hear Stan breathing hard as his hand flew over his knob and instantly felt the blood flooding to my vagina. The man in the scene slapped the woman's ass that he was pounding at the same time as Stan's eyes drifted to where I was standing.
His face went pale as the realization hit him. He stuttered as he attempted to pull up his pants and turn off the television at the same time, both of which took a comical amount of time to achieve. I stood in the doorframe awkwardly throughout the whole ordeal, unsure of whether it would be worse for me to stay or leave. What felt like hours passed in awkward silence before he spoke.
"I...am so sorry. I had no idea you were here."
"Well, it is Saturday," I said to my shoes.
After a long pause he spoke softly. "I think it would be best if we agreed to never speak of this again--to anyone."
I bit my lip as I considered what had happened...and what I wanted to happen. I closed my eyes tight, willing myself to action. There would never be an opportunity like this again.
I looked up into his eyes, apprehensive but resolved. I steeled myself and strode to the couch, where I moved a leg to either side of him.
"Tiffany, I don't think-"
I covered his mouth with mine as I had wanted to for so long. For a moment, he reciprocated, meeting my lips enthusiastically, but then he placed a hand on my chest, pushing me just far enough away that I couldn't reach.
"We have to stop."
"Why?" I knew it was childish, but I pouted at his rejection.
"You know why."
I didn't answer, instead sitting, still straddling his lap with my arms crossed in front of my chest.
He sighed and avoided my eyes. "Believe me, I want to....but it's wrong."
