Every Monday night for as long as I can remember, my father had friends over for football. After the game they would play pool and darts in our finished basement. My mother always made food for the guys, then went to play cards with her friends, letting "the boys be boys". When I was younger, I would stay in my room or at least upstairs in the living room watching TV. As I got older, I would be out doing things myself.
But that was years ago, I am 27 now. I don't live at home anymore, but I do live close by. My mother called me last night and asked if I could fill in for her Monday night duties of preparing the night for Dad. All it really entailed was making some food, and making sure the boys had some beer good and cold. I wasn't doing anything, so I agreed to help her out. She was stuck at work and was going straight to her friend's house from there. I actually liked the idea of hanging out with the guys, especially my father.
I stopped by the liquor store on the way and picked up a small bottle of champagne for myself. I just felt like partying a little too, I guess. I arrived at my parent's house around 7pm. Dad welcomed me with a hug and told me the guys would be there in about an hour. He went up to shower and I started cooking. An hour later his friends started arriving.
The first to show was one of my father's closest friends Chris. He was a little older than my father's 47 and not quite as in good shape. His nose was permanently rosey from years of drinking. But he was always one of my favorite people growing up. He could always make me laugh.
Next to arrive was Daryl and Mark. These two were also long time friends of Dad's but not quite as old as he is. I think Daryl is 43 and Mark 40. Both are good looking guys who worked out and were much more active than alot of men their ages.
I sat everybody down in the living room and handed them each a beer. They commented on how 'pretty of a woman' I had become. Chris even went so far as to say that I weren't my father's little girl he'd have to try to take me home with him. "Yeah, right!" I thought to myself.
I was busy in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. My father answered it, I heard him say, "JEREMY!" in a loud, 'Hey, drinking buddy' way. I had never met Jeremy. I stuck my head out of the kitchen to take a peek and I froze. My eyes met with one of the most amazing specimens of a man I have ever seen. Jeremy and I both stayed motionless for several seconds as we stared at each other. My father noticed our recations to one another and finally brought us out of our spells by introducing us to each other.
"Jeremy, I don't believe you've met my daughter Jennifer. Jenny, this is Jeremy. He works for one of my crews." I could easily tell that this man was A) too young to work in the office with my father and B) far too built to be sitting at board meetings with a bunch of engineers.
"Nice to meet you, " he said. His voice smooth and masculine.
"You too, " I managed to get out. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I hadn't been this attracted to any man before in my life.
Apparently my father picked up on that too... "Jen, do you need some water?" he asked with a huge grin. I just stuck my tongue out at him and handed Jeremy a beer. I made my way back to the kitchen, the whole time thinking about the Adonis in the other room.
Halftime finally came. I called the guys into the kitchen and got them started, then excused myself upstairs to take a nice, long bath. I lit candles and poured myself a glass of champagne. I sat and sipped it, all the while thinking about what I'd like to be doing with my father's young worker. My free hand slid up to my breasts and lighlty caressed them and I brushed the nipples with my fingernails. I imagined Jeremy coming in and taking me forcefully as I pretended to fight him off. I was getting very excited. I stopped my caresses long enough to pour another glass of champagne. I laid back and closed my eyes, my hand now sliding down my torso and underneath the bubbles. I pulled my knees up slightly as I spread my thighs. My fingers slowly sought out my clitoris. No rushing at all, I was going to enjoy my new dream.
I was dreaming up so many different scenarios about Jeremy and I. My favorite was the first though. I knew a gorgeous man like him must have very few ladies telling him "No." The thought of making him believe that I didn't want him turned me on. 'Playing hard to get' I guess. I was moving my fingers faster now, rolling my clit around. Finally, as I pictured him pushing me against the wall and taking me, I inserted two fingers into my burning womanhood. I dropped my glass as my body convulsed in a very satisfying orgasm.
I dried off, cleaned up the glass and went to my mother's closet. I found a nice little skirt and blouse combination. It was probably a little too dressy for Monday night football, but as I said, I felt like celebrating too. I put on a pair of conservative black flats. As I did my hair, thoughts of Jeremy floated back into my head, making my nipples perk up.
I went downstairs to find Chris (the guy with the rosey nose) passed out on the couch.The rest of them had moved to the basement to shoot pool and play darts. Champagne in hand, I went to join the party. I walked down the stairs and was greeted with wolf whistles and lots of ogling. I smiled and did a little twirl for everyone to get a good look. I sat and watched as my father and Mark shot pool. Jeremy and Daryl were playing darts.
I exchanged a few glances with Jeremy. Despite my fantasy, I didn't want to play hard to get. I wanted him to know I wanted him to fuck me and soon. After his dart game, (and my fifth glass of champagne) I called him over to sit with me. I sat on his lap and put my arm around him. I could tell by looking at his eyes that he was feeling pretty good himself. I could also tell that he was thinking the same thing I was. I squirmed in his lap as the others played a three-way game of pool. I pulled his hand up my thigh and let it rest inches from my pussy. I leaned over adn whispered in his ear that I wanted him. I asked him if he'd like to leave and go to my place. I was licking his ear and pushing his hand against my warmth when my father looked over at us.
"Did you bring enough bubble gum for the whole class Jennifer?" he asked. A silly metaphor, but I knew what he meant.
