This is a story of an eighteen-year-old girl that's used by her father's friend. Her father suspects this but is weak. If this is not something you think you're interested in reading, then please don't. I'm still not a native speaker, so there might be some errors. It's not finished yet, but can be read as a standalone. I'll try to write more chapters if people like this. Enjoy!
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The doorbell rang. Liam hurried to the door. He let his lifelong friend, and colleague, Keith, in. It was not uncommon for Keith to drop by on the weekend, but two nights in a row was.
Liam's daughter, Lucy, heard the men greet each other in the hall.
"Hey there, Lucy, how are you?" Keith greeted her in his usual cheerful voice.
"I'm fine. How about you?"
"I missed you yesterday."
"Oh," she nodded. "I was invited to a birthday party."
"Ah, that's why," he smiled happily. "You know... usually, when I come to visit your old man, you're home as well. Maybe you were already waiting for me, today?" Without delay, he sat down on the couch next to her.
Lucy laughed incredulously. "I can have fun by myself, just fine."
Keith looked at her closely, his eyes taking interest in her sundress that reached her knees. He saw her breasts, a handful, but so deliciously perky. Her slender, clean-shaven legs leaned on the coffee table.
"A new dress?" he asked curiously.
It came to her attention how in a few minutes Keith had become more noticeable of her appearance than her father in a few weeks. "Yeah, it was on sale."
"Nice dress, honey," her father said, partly embarrassed. Keith agreed.
Liam bent down in front of the TV set, looking up the movie they wanted to watch.
Keith laid his hand on Lucy's shoulder. "How's school?" he asked flashing a wide smile, his inquiring dark brown eyes fixed upon her.
"It's going well, thanks for asking," she replied, stroking her long blonde hair behind her ears.
"Do you know what you want to do after you graduate?"
Lucy had thought a lot about what she wanted to do next. She wanted to be a nurse, but the internship in the hospital was a bit of a disappointment. He nodded understandingly when she told him this.
"It used to be a lot easier for women. Plus, they learned useful things; cooking, needlework, sewing..."
"How is that easier?" She had no idea what he was talking about. She could learn to cook at home.
"They married young and had children to raise. And the children were not given to a nanny, to subsequently build a career on their own, like women do today. Think about it. Just staying at home, does that sound so bad? Wonderful times, I tell ya."
Lucy noticed how Keith shifted closer, waiting impatiently to hear her response. "Uh, no, not really. Being dependent on a man is over. Women power." She thought he was a nice man, but she wasn't going to say things for the sake of pleasing him.
"I am a huge supporter of Women Power!" he replied in a lively manner. "But don't you like the idea, of having a bunch of kids? To greet your husband when he comes home from work, take off his heavy boots for him. To cook dinner for him. Take care of the kids. Not having to work your ass off desperately trying to combine work and motherhood."
Liam heard his narrative. Keith was a good friend, a nice guy to grab a beer with, but his view on women was hopeless.
"Pay no heed to him, pumpkin," he said to his daughter. "Not all men are as hopelessly old-fashioned as he is."
"Why don't you grab us a beer, Liam?" Keith chimed in. "Are you watching with us, too? he then, asked Lucy.
She nodded. She always liked to watch with them.
"Do you have a boyfriend, sweetie?" Keith asked curiously.
Lucy was taken aback by that question. He came by more often lately, and each time he had been interested in her private life. The interaction with other friends of her father didn't go further than a greeting or a brief chat. On those occasions, she had felt unwanted and entertained herself, upstairs in her room.
However, she had the idea that Keith was genuinely interested in the answers to his questions. "No, but it will!" she laughed. He laughed with her, and gently pulled her toward him.
"You think?"
"Yes, of course!" she giggled. Keith was so silly sometimes.
"A cutie like you deserves a boyfriend spoiling her, that's for sure."
Liam walked out of the kitchen and saw his daughter punch Keith in his side. Liam couldn't figure out whether Keith was moaning or laughing in response. Keith had always been a little different. He handed him a beer and sat down on the other side of his daughter.
Keith took a sip and then looked at Liam inquiringly. "Can't she have a beer?" He pointed at Lucy, who, with a blush on her cheeks, pressed her back into the pillows, partly still leaning against Keith.
"Uh, no, no alcohol for my daughter. In three years from now, it's up to her, when she's twenty-one."
"She knows perfectly well when it's safe to cross her boundaries," Keith replied, shaking his head.
"If you know it all so well, why don't you have children of your own?" Liam mumbled to himself. "I didn't let you into my house to argue with you, Keith," he spoke up.
"Unbelievable," Keith chuckled. "She's old enough to join the army, to give birth, but not old enough to drink al-co-hol." He prolonged the last word mockingly. "Let's ask her what she wants."
Liam sat there, bewildered, but regained his strength when he saw Keith lifting his beer towards Lucy.
"Keith, this is my daughter, and she's not having alcohol in my house," he raised his voice, giving it more authority.
Keith waved off his words but lowered his beer.
"You can drink some pop, but that's it," he whispered to Lucy, poking her in her side.
She giggly pushed his hand back.
Lucy turned on the TV, her father turned off the lights. He wasn't going to let Keith get inside his head today.
"How about one sip?" Keith whispered conspiratorially. Liam looked up at him, annoyed. Keith hold up his hands in resignation and leaned back into the couch.
He enjoyed being here a great deal. Lucy was a fun girl to hang out with. Her father was too strict with her, though. Keith held his beer upside down, his finger pressed on the opening, preventing the beer from leaking out. "Just a taste?" he asked Lucy expectantly, and held up his hand.
She saw his long finger, wet and slightly curved now, removed from her mouth only by an inch. She sniffed the distinctive smell.
"Come on, just try." He then pushed his finger lightly against her naturally-red lips.
Lucy felt her cheeks blush. She couldn't believe he did this in such a blatant manner.
He didn't wait but pushed his finger between her soft lips. He bumped his fingertip into her tongue and let it rest on top. She extended her tongue and licked the beer off his finger. It didn't taste as bad as she had initially thought.
He retrieved his finger, and an audible pop followed. He grinned. "You like?"
She shrugged her shoulders, casting her bright blue eyes down. It was enough approval for Keith. Again, he let a bit of the beer trickle onto his finger and held it up before her lips. He saw her hesitation. He let his finger push forward. He groaned softly when she opened her lips for him. Her tongue licked once.
"Nice..." he moaned, and quickly hold the bottle upside down again, wetting his finger with the beer.
Again, he extended his hand. She hesitated, avoiding eye contact with the older man. He smiled. He moved his finger over her soft lips. When she extended her tongue to lick it up, he pushed his finger in, deep.
Her tongue clasped around his finger. He noticed how clumsily she had swallowed afterward. His mind went into overdrive.
He pictured himself leaning forward on one foot and knee, his zipper open, his hard, meaty cock sticking out of his open fly. His cockhead nudged against her soft lips. Those same lips opening for his veiny cock. He, horny as ever, impatiently pushing it into her mouth. She would hesitate as she had now, but with the wall behind her head, there'd be no escape.
If she likes beer maybe she'll like cum as well. He'd wash away the smell of beer in her mouth with his spunk.
The couch was large, and with them sitting so far near the corner at the other end, Liam hadn't noticed immediately. He sensed something was up, though. Lucy felt her cheeks glow, and shivers ran through her body. She didn't know where to look or what to do. She felt the sensation of his finger in her mouth, but also a tickling between her legs.
Keith stroked her hair, dragging her hair with his rugged hand. Her long, blonde curls fell next to her face, blocking her father's view.
Liam, however, still saw Keith's hand moving up and down.
"What's going on here?" he inquired.
"I'm giving our Lucy here the privilege of her very first taste of fine beer, my friend." He smiled, first at Liam, then at Lucy.
Lucy, all of a sudden, felt very self-conscious. She leaned back, letting Keith's finger slip out of her mouth.
Liam's eyes widened, and he witnessed in disbelief how Keith let the beer sip onto his finger, and then let his finger linger on his daughter's lips.
"Shh, just open - Hmm..." Keith mumbled when she parted her lips to let him in.
Lucy looked out of the corner of her eye, at her father. She felt embarrassed, now that he saw her.
"Our Lucy...? This isn't... Keith, that's my daughter!"
"She likes it," Keith chuckled. "And no wonder. One thousand years of traditions."
"Yeah, but this is my daughter, not one of those bimbo girls you pick up at the bar."
"Relax, old man, she's just exploring a little."
