CHAPTER 3
My dad, Dan asked me to tell this part of our story. I read what he wrote, and I hope I can do half as well. I mean, I was there, well, except for the stuff with Jan. and I still masturbated all over the place reading it. Dan and Jan βsounds like a band or a really dumb cable show.
Anyway, pretty soon after they started dating, and fucking like crazy, yes, I can hear them through the walls and yes, I'm a little jealous, but I know it's for the best and I will get my dad's cock back in me soon.
So, dad left me a text, he's doing stuff for his buddy today. Jan left a bag at the house and she's gonna come by and pick it up. She's really nice, I like her. Better than I like my mother, but that's a story that sucks so you don't need to hear it.
I'm out on the deck in front of the house on one of the lounges. It's the only place dad and I haven't had sex, yet. I've got a pretty conservative swimsuit on, not rockin the g-string today, and reading a really good book about two girls in World War Two. I love historical fiction and fantasy, which of course, the men I choose know nothing about. Sports, that's pretty much it, oh, and fucking, they seem to know something about fucking, if you ask them. I don't recommend getting a second opinion.
"Excuse me?"
I look over the book. He's tall, about my age, and handsome. Wearing board shorts and a tank top. One of those guys who doesn't have to work at looking like he works out. Brown wavy hair in a state of rebellion. Warm, brown eyes, looking mostly at the beach or the deck. Not my type, but I'm thinking my type have been a bunch of disappointments.
"Yes?"
He's standing on the sand, looking at the step and the deck like they are electrified. Shy? Hunky guy is shy?
"Um, my mom said she left a bag here. She's working and asked me if I'd get it for her."
As I'm silently cursing my father's girlfriend for this now obvious set-up, shy man speaks again.
"Oh, I'm Travis. My mom is Jan. But I guess you know that."
Still thinks the deck is acid, makes no move to get closer than the ten feet he currently is. Makes weak eye contact, but at least he isn't laser beaming his eyes to my camel toe. I said conservative on that swimsuit, not granny. So, there's that.
"I'm Zoe, Dan's daughter. Just wanted to make sure you didn't think my dad had two hot girls."
He blushes, hard. My attempt to lighten the mood fails.
"No, I wouldn't think that at all."
Sigh, no opening to keep the conversation going.
It looks like I'm going to be running into Travis the hunky introvert a lot. Might as well get to know him. I'm not sure I could take another meeting like this.
"Oh, yeah, dad mentioned that. It's in the house."
I get up to go in and he just stands there, not looking at my nice curvy ass which is dying to have hands on it. This is a lot like work.
"Come on in."
Travis follows me into the house. I see his reflection in the glass. He is looking at my ass. There's hope for the boy yet. However, he uses words like he's paying for them. Now I'm feeling a challenge. I stop and we're face-to-face. He backs up till at least six feet separate us. I must be radioactive and just not know it.
"Travis, our parents set this up so we could meet. They're getting along pretty well, so this could end up permanent. You wanna hang out today? Don't get any ideas, no pressure. Just two people hanging out."
The look on his face. You'd think I'd asked him if he wanted to skydive with discount parachutes. But, I had him. He wanted to say no, but he was too polite. Thank you, Jan for raising a dweeby, but polite, son.
"Yeah, I guess, sure?"
If this guy was in charge of the army, we'd lose the war.
"Great, go back to your place and get whatever you want on the beach. We're gonna be there a while. I'll be here."
This is taking forever to get to the good stuff, sorry. Dad's better at this.
So, Travis the hot dweeb, and I are under my beach shelter. The boy is pale, so we opted for factory shade. I pull out my book, then remember my manners.
"So, what's up in the playoffs?"
All of my 'men' have been sports freaks. It's a safe conversation starter.
"I don't know. Don't really follow sports."
I look at him. Did I miss the signs?
"Travis, are you gay? I mean I'm super cool and supportive an all. Just askin."
Surprised look, "No, I'm not. A lot of people say that when I tell them I'm not into sports. I like sports, the strategy and stuff. But not all the drama about the teams."
"So, what are you into?"
He reaches into his bag and my world changes. A book. The man reads. And more. It's the third book in the current bestselling sword and fantasy series. He holds the book half our of the bag like it smells bad.
"This right now."
My pulse quickens. Suddenly, Travis, the dweeb became a much more promising project.
"You read fantasy?"
He's checking my face, waiting for the mocking.
"Yes."
I take the book from his hand.
"How is it? This is my next project."
He opened like a flower. The words pouring out. The next hour flew by. The sun was higher now and I was hot.
"Wanna swim?'
"Sure."
"I need sun stuff on my back."
I hand him the spray and turn away, waiting for the cold blast. I hear the spray then feel his hands on me spreading it. The guy has promise. He touches me like I'll break or slap him, but it's nice.
"Get under the strap, please. If I move it's exposed."
Gently he slides his fingers under. It feels good and I wish he'd follow that around and cup my tits, which are dying for hands. I lean forward.
"My lower back. Don't be shy, get under the waistband a little. I really don't want to burn."
I feel his fingers carefully slip under the elastic. My pussy is getting wet. He's so careful and so awkward. I love it. He doesn't hurry but keeps his fingers just barely in there.
"Looks good."
"Let me do your back. You're so pasty, you'll fry."
As he moves, he tries to cover but I see it. He's got a boner. No, definitely not gay.
I let my hands massage his back. He likes it. Fights moaning but let a sigh escape. Progress.
In the surf, we talk about Game of Thrones. He's a big fan of Emilia Clark. She played Daenerys Targaryen.
"You just like her because she's so hot looking."
"No, she does a great job with her character."
I move close. The waves push me into him.
"Don't bullshit me. You liked watching her getting it. She has a nice ass."
As the waves shove us around, I feel it again. Travis has a nice cock.
"Well, okay, maybe a little.'
"I think you like strong women, with hot bodies."
Big wave. Travis sees it, I don't, he grabs me and turns his back. Letting it crash over us.
"Thank you."
"You didn't see it. It would have knocked you over."
I move closer, "Then you could save me like Jon Snow."
The nervous boy is back, "Oh, I'd never be like him."
I can't resist. I move to him, mold to him. He stays. His arms sort of fall around me. I hold him, look up into those blue eyes.
"You don't have to be."
As our lips meet, a huge wave buries us. The moment is lost.
Back under the shelter, we lay on the towel, no conversation.
I wake up. Didn't even know I fell asleep. Travis is molded to my back. Asleep. His cock is hard and buried in my cloth-covered crease. It feels really nice, but I know he'll freak if he wakes up like that. His hand is on my belly, just at the edge of my top. As I try to gently disengage, his hand moves, covering my breast over my swimsuit.
"Ohhhh, mom."
I freeze. What the fuck? Did he just say mom? Is my new book buddy and possible boyfriend having lusty thoughts about a family member? Or more?
As I untangled myself, he wakes up. He didn't notice how close we were. It was getting late.
At the house, Jan was there. I like her, but I said that already. She and dad were on the deck.
"I see you two have met."
I laughed. Travis laughed too.
"Mom, you set this up."
Jan looks at dad, he blushes. I glare at him.
"Your idea?"
He shrugs. I laugh. Travis goes inside to pee and dad follows to get us all a drink. I sit next to Jan.
"You're not mad at your father and I, are you?"
I put my hand over hers, "No, it was very awkward at first but we both love books, so it was a great day.
"I'm glad to hear that. Travis is a good son, just a bit shy."
I squeeze her hand, just a little.
"Yes, it must be very satisfying to have such a handsome son."
Blushes right from her cleavage to her forehead. Yup, she's fucking her son, or wants to.
"Well, yes, I'm very proud of him."
Dad and Travis came back, and we were standing around. Jan said, "Well, I need to get home and make dinner. You coming, Travis?"
"Yeah, mom."
Jan turned to dad and they kissed. First time in front of me. Travis stood next to me and I felt his hand brush my ass. I turned and smiled at him. Next time we meet, that boy's gonna be inside me. As he turned to follow his mom I let my hand graze over the bulge in his shorts. He sighed.
As they walked away, dad took my hand.
"So, did I fuck up?"
I laughed, "Never knew you had it in you. Fixing me up."
We walked into the house, I stopped and turned to him.
"It worked out well. I like him, a lot. With your permission, I'd like to have him over."
Dad moved to me. We held each other, "What you mean is you want to fuck him."
I pressed my cloth-covered pussy into dad's fat bulge, "Yes, daddy. I want to fuck that boy. But before that, we have a score to settle."
Dad and I moved back and forth, rubbing our sexes, "Oh?"
"Yes, father. You set me up with that boy without my permission. You must atone."
Dad's hands moved behind my back, releasing the top. I moved and let it fall away. My father's hands cupped my breasts, teasing my hard nipples.
"What can I do?"
I pulled his shirt over his head and started unbuttoning his shorts.