I washed my bowl out and set it in the sink. Glancing over at the stove, I put the lid back on the pot of Chili and wiped my hands on a towel hanging from the oven. Turning up the glass of iced water, I all but chugged it down to wash the spice from my mouth. I knew I needed to quit eating hot chili. I dreaded the inevitable heartburn I would no doubt experience later.
I heard the front door open. Peering around the corner I saw my daughter Julie kicking off her sneakers in the small foyer. Her hair was tied on top of her head. Her white shirt and black gym shorts were soaked.
"How was the gym?" I asked.
Julie's eyes widened dramatically and she blew out a loud gust of air.
I smiled. "Broke off, huh?"
"I think I might have over done it today," Julie told me.
She pulled open the refrigerator and fetched herself a bottled water. Julie wasted no time putting it to her lips and guzzling the water.
I motioned to the stove. "Well, I know this is probably a bad time to say this, but I've got chili made if you want any."
"Dad, are you serious?" Julie protested. "You can't be eating stuff like that. Are you begging for stints or something?"
I patted the air. "Sorry, sorry. A little every now and then won't hurt."
Julie raised an eyebrow and looked at the stove. "Right. And what does a whole freaking pot do?"
I leaned on the island in the middle of my kitchen.
"Did you work out with Tamara today?"
Julie shook her head as she put the water back in the fridge. "No, she's still on vacation with her mom. Sarah came with me. Oh, she's gonna crash here tonight, is that cool?"
The image of my daughter's incredibly beautiful friend flashed in my mind. I remembered vividly the last time Sarah had been in my home. I felt a throb in my shorts. A mixture of emotions tumbled inside of me, excitement and arousal wrestling with discipline and guilt. I was about to invent a negative answer to Julie's question when Sarah stepped into the kitchen.
I hadn't realized she had come in with my daughter, but there she was. Her hazel eyes were on the floor as she retied her luscious brown hair into a ponytail. Dressed similarly to Julie, she wore a tight pair of pink gym shorts. Her smooth tan stomach was exposed beneath her black spandex sports bra. I wanted to absolutely melt when I saw her, partly because I had been nervous to see her ever again, but mostly because of how amazing she looked.
Those warm eyes rose to meet mine. They made me feel simultaneously comforted and filthy. The corner of her mouth twitched into a smirk when she saw me. Sarah then glanced away and went to the refrigerator.
"Dad, that's cool right?"
I blinked at my daughter before making a snap decision. "Yeah, sure. It's no problem."
I instantly pondered on my answer. To avoid being awkward or raising any sort of suspicion, the reasonable thing to say was yes. I realized, however, what this meant. Sarah, my daughter's gorgeous friend whom I had shamefully had sex with during her last visit, would be in my house all night. My skin grew hot and my mouth felt sticky. I tried not to look in Sarah's direction. I had to play it cool.
Julie headed into the laundry room, leaving Sarah and I alone in the kitchen. I stood awkwardly quiet by the island, trying not to look Sarah's way. She made this hard to do when she set the bottle of water she had gotten on the counter and leaned on the island on her hands. Our eyes met. A small polite grin formed on her face.
"Hey, Mr. Harris," she said. "How've you been since I saw you last?"
The hair on my arms stood as I glanced nervously toward the laundry room door. I hoped Julie wasn't listening too closely or reading too much in to what was said.
"Great," I replied.
"You're sure it's okay I stay over tonight?"
Sarah licked at her top lip as she bit gently at the stud in her tongue. Her hazel eyes watched me tauntingly. I swallowed hard and managed a smile.
"You've been welcome here ever since you and Julie were little girls, Sarah."
I made sure to emphasize the last bit. It was my attempt to shake her loose, to get her to realize that I wasn't comfortable having sex with a girl that had been my daughter's best friend since they were no taller than my waist. Still, my resolve was wearing thin. Sarah was practically leaning over the island, affording me a look down her black spandex top. I beat my little moth wings away from the flames and glanced back at Julie as she reentered the room.
"Hey Dad, don't start that load of clothes tonight," Julie instructed. "I've still got some stuff upstairs that needs washing."
I nodded. "Alright, honey."
"Oh, if you go back to the car, can you get my phone, Sarah?"
Sarah took a sip from her water and nodded. "Yeah, mine is still in there, too. You taking a shower first?"
"Yeah, I gotta get outta' this skin."
"Okay, I'll be up in a minute."
I watched as my daughter let down her hair and headed for the stairs. Instantly, my chest grew cold when I was alone with Sarah in the kitchen. I turned away from her and went to the sink to wash my hands, not because they were dirty, but I needed something to keep my eyes away from her. For a moment I considered going to the living room, or even to my bedroom, but something kept me from leaving her. It was all so confusing to me. I wanted her gone, but I basked in her presence.
"Are you still mad at me?" I heard her say.
I shot her a confused glance over my shoulder."Do what?"
Sarah leaned again on the island, cocking her head to one side and letting her ponytail drape over her shoulder. The motion drew my eyes to her round breasts concealed in her tight spandex top. Before I glanced away, I saw the tips of her nipples poking through the fabric.
"Well, you were a bit short with me the last time I saw you," Sarah said.
I sighed, wiping my hands. "Don't you think there's a good reason for that?"
She shook her head innocently, pursing her lips.
"No, not really," she answered. "I mean, you were just fine when you were filling me full of dick."
"Sarah!" I hissed.
"What?" She said with a naughty smirk.
I shot a glance at the stairs before whispering, "I told you to stop. I told you it was wrong!"
Sarah leaned even closer, her head dropping low and her hazel eyes glimmering with excitement.
"That's what made it feel so good, huh?" She said. "Tell me you haven't thought about it."
I glared at her with my hands on my hips. Sarah slithered around the corner of the island and crept closer to me. I felt like cornered prey as I stood watching her lithe body.
"Tell me that it was so wrong that you haven't thought about me since then," Sarah teased.
My eyes wandered over her body, across her slender stomach, and down her long shapely legs. Seeing her tan thighs, I knew Sarah was right. I had thought about her climbing into my lap nearly every single day since I'd last seen her. I had stood in the shower and waxed my dick thinking of the way her hips had rolled into mine. Even now, I was throbbing as the events of that day resurfaced, remembering the warmth of her pussy swallowing my shaft whole and her body pressed to mine. The sweet fragrance of her hair had stayed with me for so many days. I had all but ached for her.
And there she stood, a mere foot away. Her caramel candy eyes pored over me. Sarah was breathing slow, but with every breath her breasts rose and fell. I knew I could grab her and have her if I pleased, but the rational half of my brain jerked the reins aside.
"Look," I started, "I... we can't do this, Sarah."
"Oh really? Why not?" She said cocking an eyebrow up and smiling. Sarah was so close now I could nearly taste her. "It's not like we're breaking any laws."
"Because you're Julie's best friend, that's why!" I hissed. "Do you know what that would do to her if she found out that I... Jesus, she would be disgusted with me!"
Sarah smiled at me, her eyes flickering across my lips. "But you know you want more. And I told you I would give it to you...."