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  Mr. Walker lotioned up my belly, and I twisted a bit because it tickled.

  “You’re ticklish?” he asked, a wolfish grin on his face.

  “A little.”

  “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay.”

  He squirted another small dab of sunscreen into his hand. “Do you want me to do your chest? I understand if…”

  “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I wouldn’t want to burn there.” We both knew the sunscreen was just an excuse for him to touch me.

  He brushed some over my collarbone with one hand, rubbing down lower to cover my cleavage. His face was close to mine, and I saw the lust in his eyes as they flicked from my face and then down to my breasts as he touched them.

  Mr. Walker kept rubbing well past the point that the sunscreen disappeared into my skin, but there was no way I was going to tell him he could stop. Mr. Walker wasn’t even touching my breasts fully, but it still felt better than the times I let Nick stick his hands up my shirt to feel me up.

  “Turn over,” he said gruffly.

  I obeyed, flipping over so that I was face down in the chair. I folded my arms, resting my cheek against them. If I opened my eyes, I could see Mellie next to me. I felt guilty about having Mellie’s dad rub me in a not-so-innocent way as she slept beside me, so I shut my eyes tightly, focusing totally on the feeling of Mr. Walker’s strong hands on my back.

  He started at my shoulders and made his way down, massaging my back. When he reached my ass, he surprised me by pulling the fabric of my bikini bottom up, wedging it between my cheeks like a thong, revealing my bare ass. I tensed up, hardly able to believe what was happening, but I didn’t say a word. Mr. Walker was silent, too.

  I could feel that there wasn’t even sunscreen on his hands anymore as he began kneading the firm flesh of my ass. I couldn’t help but beginning to move back against him in response, lifting my hips off the chair to bring my ass closer against his hands.

  Mr. Walker encircled the fabric that was wedged between my cheeks with his thumb and middle finger, moving them against my slit as he slid up and down the material. I felt like I was going to come right then, my body overwhelmed with anticipation as Mr. Walker felt the wetness that was dripping from my pussy.

  He let go of the fabric, this time actually slipping his hand into my bikini bottom, directly touching my slick, swollen lips.

  “Oh god,” I whimpered. “Mr. Walker, oh my god.”

  “Shhh,” he said, firmly pressing his fingertips against my clit and rubbing slowly. I bucked up against him, insistently pressing back against his fingers, trying to rub faster and harder against his hand so I could reach the climax I so desperately wanted.

  “Please, Mr. Walker, please,” I begged. I wanted him to rub my clit faster, to slip his fingers inside me, to yank my bikini bottom down and fuck me, all at the same time, not caring that my best friend- and his daughter- was asleep beside us, or that we were outside, where if a nosy neighbor looked out a high-enough window, they’d be able to see over the bushes surrounding the Walker property and see Mr. Walker fingering his daughter’s best friend.

  “God, Ashley, you’re so fucking wet,” he growled, his dirty words making me want him even more, and making it so I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Oh fuck, Mr. Walker, fuck, fuck, please, fuck!” I cried, hot pleasure overflowing from my pussy and spreading out like warm honey through the rest of my body as I came harder than I ever had before. The only thing that mattered in that moment was Mr. Walker touching me, bringing me more pleasure than I’d ever known. I didn’t care about being quiet, only about his hand on my body as orgasm rocked through me.

  I exhaled, every muscle in my body relaxing as drowsy satisfaction took over me. Mr. Walker slowly slid his hand off my still-pulsing clit, pulling away from me. I turned over to face him, feeling shy but wanting to see the look on his face.

  “Ashley…” he said. There was an expression on his face that I couldn’t quite read.

  “Mr. Walker, I-”

  “It’s hot out here, isn’t it?” he asked, a little too loudly, interrupting me. “So hot. I um, better go inside and change out of these work clothes. You girls have fun. Don’t let Melanie sleep too long.”

  Mr. Walker turned and headed for the door. I watched his back as he retreated, scarcely able to believe what had just happened. I lay back in my chair, replaying Mr. Walker’s wicked massage over and over in my mind as I waited for my breathing to return to normal.

  I don’t know how long I was there, silently thinking about Mr. Walker making me come, before Mellie’s sleepy voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

  “God, it’s hot,” she murmured, stirring.

  “You’ve been asleep for a while,” I said stupidly, stating the obvious.

  She sat up in her chair, stretching. “I’m burning. C’mon, let’s get wet.”

  ****

  Dinner with the Walkers that night was an awkward affair. Mr. Walker had become a pretty good cook since he divorced Melanie’s mom, but every bite I swallowed that night seemed dry, although it probably had nothing to do with the food itself.

  Mr. Walker avoided making eye contact with me over the dinner table, and I did the same, sneaking peeks at him only when I thought he wasn’t looking. Sometimes, our eyes would accidentally meet, and I’d furiously blush as we both hurriedly looked away.

  Luckily, Mellie didn’t notice anything different, and Mr. Walker and I were saved from having to try to make conversation, since Mellie talked non-stop about a movie she wanted to see, starring some new actor she was convinced she would marry someday.

  “Wanna watch TV with us, Dad?” Mellie asked as we stood up to clear the dishes from the table. “There’s a marathon of The Uninvited Ones coming on tonight and then a new episode. I saw a preview and it looks very scary.”

  I held my breath, waiting to hear Mr. Walker’s reply, wondering how I’d sit through hours of television with him so close by.

  “Nah, I don’t think so, Mellie.” Mr. Walker ran a hand through his short, dark hair. “I’ve got some work I need to finish up.”

  “Work, work, work. So boring.” She rolled her eyes, dropping her plate in the sink.

  “How else am I going to pay the bills, kid?” He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, giving her a peck on the forehead.

  “Good point.” She turned to me. “So you wanna watch the show upstairs in my room, Ash?”

  “Sure,” I said, stealing a quick glance at Mr. Walker.

  “Let’s go.” Mellie grabbed my arm, dragging me out the kitchen behind her as she skipped towards the stairs.

  “Don’t stay up too late, girls,” Mr. Walker called behind us.

  “Of course not, Dad,” Mellie replied before snorting and lowering her voice to speak to me. “It’s cute how he still treats us like little girls, huh?”

  “Uh huh,” I said absently, remembering how he definitely hadn’t acted like I was still a little girl when we were beside the pool.

  “Did your mom say you could spend the night?” Mellie asked once we were in her room.

  “Yeah. I don’t even know why she still makes me ask, since I’m over here every night.”

  “Parents,” Mellie said, rolling her eyes. “You know, we should adopt you. Then we’d be sisters.”

  I didn’t respond to that, silently thinking that I didn’t want Mr. Walker to be my dad- I wanted him to be my lover.

  With her back turned to me, Mellie pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor before reaching her arm behind her to unhook her bra. As much time as we spent together, I was used to seeing her undress, but that night everything had a sexual edge to me. I watched Mellie as she reached down to scoop her shirt off the floor, seeing her large breasts sway as she bent over.

  Mellie opened the top drawer, shoving her shirt and bra inside before tugging her jean shorts off and tossing them in as well. She was wearing little panties that barely covered her round ass, her
cheeks peeking out of the bottom. She grabbed a t-shirt from the drawer and pulled it on.

  Mellie turned around, tossing a bundle of wadded up clothes at me. “Here you go.”

  I blushed, hoping she couldn’t tell I had been looking at her. Mellie went to the bathroom to brush her hair, and I changed while she was gone. I took off all my clothes- even my panties, since I liked to sleep without them- and pulled on the t-shirt and soft cotton shorts Mellie had given me to sleep in. Mellie and I shared shoes, but didn’t fit into the same size of clothing, so we made sure to keep a few changes of clothes at each other’s house.

  “Ooh, hurry up and turn the TV on! We’re gonna miss the beginning,” Mellie said, hopping onto her bed. I slid in beside her, getting under the covers.

  Mellie snuggled up to me as we watched the marathon, burying her face in my chest at the really scary parts. Or at least I assumed they were the really scary parts- I could barely pay attention, even though it was one of my favorite shows. My mind wasn’t on the TV screen- it was on my best friend’s sexy dad.

  In the course of just a few hours, my view of Mr. Walker had totally changed. Sure, I’d always thought he was cute, but I had never wondered what he would feel like inside me. Now, though, that was all I could think about, my mind racing as I remembered how Mr. Walker’s strong hands had felt as he rubbed my body.

  “Oh fuck, of course they end it on a cliffhanger!” Mellie exclaimed, picking up the remote to switch the TV off. “Great, now I’m gonna be too scared to fall asleep.”

  “Afraid there are monsters under the bed?” I teased, trying to force myself to concentrate on talking to Mellie and not thinking of what her dad would look like naked.

  “Shut up!” Mellie swung her pillow at me. “You’re the one who slept with a nightlight until sixth grade.”

  “Fifth grade,” I corrected her, walloping her back with a pillow. “Big difference.”

  “Ow! Truce, or I’ll kick you out of my bed and make you sleep on the floor tonight.”

  “Deal,” I said, even though I knew she wouldn’t throw me out. I lay down beside her, pulling the covers up to my chin.

  Melanie and I talked about what college would be like in the fall until she fell asleep. I tossed and turned, but I was still wide awake. I briefly considered slipping my hand into my panties and playing with my clit until I came, knowing the warm satisfaction of orgasm was sure to make me sleepy. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it with Mellie asleep beside me, still ashamed of what happened the last time she fell asleep next to me.

  I was in bed for at least an hour, sleep nowhere in sight, when I decided to get something to drink. Mellie was curled up behind me, and I carefully moved her arm, which was slung over me, before sliding out of bed. Slowly, I opened her bedroom door and slipped into the hallway. I padded down the stairs and into the kitchen, not bothering to turn on any lights. The Walkers’ old dog Puddles slept downstairs, and if I woke her up she’d bark loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood.

  The milk jug in the fridge reminded me of how my mom would sometimes give me a warm glass of it to help me fall asleep when I was young, but I reached past the milk, pulling out the water pitcher instead. I wasn’t a little girl anymore. I downed half a glass of water before refilling it and heading for the stairs.

  The floorboards creaked under my naked feet as I made my way back to the staircase. I turned a corner in the hallway and slammed straight into the bare chest of Mr. Walker, sending my water spilling back onto my shirt.

  “Oh!” I cried, but I didn’t know if it was at the shock of having the cold water on my body or at seeing Mr. Walker wearing nothing but boxers. I’d seen him like this before, of course, at the pool or at the beach, but that was before things had changed. Now, as I took in the sight of his broad shoulders, toned chest, and muscular thighs, I felt a warm tingling in my pussy.

  “Sorry. Ashley- I didn’t think… what are you doing up so late?” Mr. Walker’s eyes flitted over me in the dark, taking in the growing wet spot on the front of my shirt, which made the flimsy cotton fabric cling to my body.

  “Just getting some water.”

  “Yeah, I see. Sorry about that. And sorry about- about earlier. By the pool. I got carried away and it was… it was wrong.”

  I paused a moment, looking down as I gathered my thoughts, before gazing back up at him through my lashes. “It didn’t feel wrong, Mr. Walker,” I said quietly.

  He looked down at my body again and cleared his throat. “Ashley, just because something feels good, doesn’t mean it’s the right thing to do.”

  “But you did it. We did it. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” I placed the half-empty glass of water down next to a potted plant on a small table in the hallway.

  “You’re my daughter’s best friend, Ashley.”

  “I’m an adult,” I said defiantly.

  “Barely.” He smiled what looked like a wistful smile.

  “I’m eighteen, and that’s adult enough. Or… do you not want me, Mr. Walker?” Feeling bold in the darkness, I stepped towards him, placing my hand flat against his chest and looking up into his eyes.

  Mr. Walker didn’t respond, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. His jaw was set, and a look of pained restraint played across his face.

  “Do you want me, Mr. Walker?” I asked, now pressing my body against his, flattening my soft breasts against his hard chest.

  “Fucking hell, Ashley.” He exhaled sharply.

  I pulled back from him a bit, my eyes never leaving his, as I ran one hand down his body, strumming my fingers across his chest then moving lower. “So… do you want me, Mr. Walker?”

  My fingers danced down the length of his already-hard cock, and I grabbed him through the fabric of his boxers. As soon as I had my hand wrapped firmly around him, everything he had been so carefully holding back broke loose.

  Mr. Walker groaned, grabbing me by the back of my head and crushing his lips against mine, his tongue breaking past my lips to taste me. His free hand dropped down to my breasts, pinching my nipples through the wet material of my shirt. I ached between my thighs, wondering what it would feel like to have Mr. Walker’s cock not just in my hand, but inside of me, filling me up completely.

  “Yes, yes, of course I fucking want you, Ashley,” Mr. Walker whispered against my lips.

  We wrapped our arms around each other, stumbling towards the living room, falling onto the couch in a tangled embrace. I climbed on top of Mr. Walker’s lap, straddling him as he sat. I held his face in my hands as I kissed him, rolling my hips in slow circles against his crotch.

  “Mr. Walker,” I moaned, tilting my head back.

  “You are so beautiful, Ashley,” Mr. Walker breathed, fingering the neckline of my shirt. “Let me see you.”

  He held my waist in his large hands to steady me, and I grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. Mr. Walker looked at my bare breasts, seemingly stunned for a moment, not saying anything as he looked from one to the other. Then he leaned forward, softly kissing my nipple before taking it into his mouth and suckling. It’s like my nipples were directly connected to my clit, because my little nub immediately began throbbing.

  “Oh god, Mr. Walker.” I bit my lip, overcome by the sensations coursing through me as Mr. Walker took turns sucking and pinching my nipples. I held onto his strong shoulders, grinding against his lap, his hard cock roughly stimulating my clit as he worked miracles with his wet tongue.

  He bit my nipple, grasping it between his teeth, and the pleasurable pain made me cry out, forgetting to be quiet. “Oh yes, oh god, yessss.”

  I needed Mr. Walker badly, needed to touch him, feel him, and not with any clothing separating us. I pulled back from him and slid off his lap and down to the floor, kneeling between his thighs. I kissed his legs before grabbing his boxers, and Mr. Walker lifted up to allow them to be pulled down.

  It was the first time I had ever seen a cock
in person. Sure, I’d seen porn, but watching an actress suck off a man in a movie doesn’t do much to prepare you for the real deal. Still, it gave me an idea of what to do, and I took Mr. Walker’s thick cock in hand, hoping he couldn’t sense my nervousness and inexperience.

  I pressed my lips against the base of his cock, kissing him and inhaling the musky, masculine scent of his crotch, which turned me on even more. Spurred by lust, I kissed my way up the steel length of him, watching his face the whole time. It was dark in the living room, but I could still make out the look of utter concentration on Mr. Walker’s face.

  I flicked my tongue around the ridge, licking him the way I would a popsicle, before slowly sliding the tip of him into my mouth.

  “Oh fuck, Ashley,” Mr. Walker groaned, his hips moving off the couch to press his cock farther into my mouth.

  He fisted his hand in my hair, guiding me down his rod until it hit the back of my throat, making me gag a bit. I couldn’t fit him all the way in my mouth, so I grabbed the base of him in my hand, pumping his cock as I bobbed my head up and down, swirling my tongue around him occasionally as I sucked.

  I found a rhythm, sucking in my cheeks so I could grip him as snugly as possible, loving the feeling of Mr. Walker’s thick cock inside my tiny mouth. I felt confident, powerful, like I was definitely proving to him that I was no longer a little girl, and that I was more than just his daughter’s best friend.

  Mr. Walker’s thrusts upward into my mouth became faster, more erratic, and I could hear his breathing grow heavier. He tugged me down by my hair, hitting against my throat repeatedly, making my eyes water. My pussy got wetter and wetter as he fucked my throat, making me imagine what it would feel like to have him slide into the tight, virgin opening between my thighs.

  “Fucking Christ,” Mr. Walker growled, roughly yanking me off his cock by my hair.

  I looked up at him as he sat there, inhaling and exhaling deeply, his legs spread wide apart. I reached out tentatively to grab his cock, wanting to taste him again, but he jerked my head back, making me drop my hand.