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The sound of a dog barking outside caused me to stir. I yawned and stretched before rubbing my eyes. Feeling the hangover from the previous night’s drinking, I slowly sat up and took in the unfamiliar surroundings. I rubbed my eyes once more and pulled my hair away from my face. The duvet fell away from my body, exposing my naked breasts to the empty room. The double bed I had slept in was not mine. The bedroom I found myself waking in was certainly not mine.

“Emma!” I shrieked.

It quickly dawned on me that Emma had not come home. I checked my phone and found no missed calls or texts from her.

“Bitch,” I huffed as I began my text to her, demanding to know where she was.

Yanking the duvet away, I slid my naked body from the bed and headed straight towards the ensuite bathroom. As I marched angrily towards the closed door a cold shiver suddenly came over me and stopped me dead in my tracks …

“Jack!” I exclaimed, “oh no, no, no, no, no! Please tell me I didn’t?”

Reality then struck further, but this time it struck like a bolt of lightning. Instantaneously I felt guilty, cheap, dirty, and disgusted at the realisation that I had in fact had sex with my best friend’s dad. I jumped into the shower and tried desperately to piece together the events of the previous night. But I couldn’t think clearly enough to remember whether I had enjoyed it, hated it, led him on or if I had been taken advantage of? All I could think about while I scrubbed my body beneath the hot water was that I’d had sex with not only my best friend’s dad, but a forty-seven-year-old man! He had watched me grow up for crying out loud.

Once showered, I searched for my bag of fresh clothes before grimacing at the next realisation. I had left it by the side of my bed at home. As if the situation couldn’t get any worse, I next realised that I had left my dress downstairs last night.

“For fucks sake, Sophie!” I felt like crying.

There was no way on earth I was going to call out to Jack or worse, try and sneak down and risk getting seen by him. I began to panic, and my anxiety was about to take over when I noticed Emma’s big fluffy white dressing gown hanging on the back of her bedroom door. I quickly grabbed it and covered my naked body. Hoping Jack would not hear me, I then blow dried my hair quicker than I had ever done before. I did not care for knots, I just needed it dry before putting my hair through a bobble and into a ponytail.

Feeling a little bit better about myself, I suddenly heard noises from downstairs. It was Jack. I crept towards the bedroom door and listened, hoping Emma had arrived home to inadvertently rescue me from this nightmare. It was not to be. All I could hear was Jack whistling and singing terribly to a song on the radio.

“Damn it,” I moaned.

I rushed towards Emma’s wardrobe and pulled open the doors, near ripping them from their hinges. I searched frantically for something I could wear. A pair of joggers and a hoodie was all I needed. A jumper and leggings even, anything that would prevent Jack from seeing me in Emma’s dressing gown.

I couldn’t believe it. All I could find was slut wear, short dresses, and skirts.

“For fuck sake, Emma!” I cursed her. “Don’t you wear normal clothes around the house?”

But then finally I found a pair of jeans. My relief was to be short lived when the size was too small. I was a proud size ten, but even in these desperate times I was never going to fit into her petite size eight. Her bras were no good either. I didn’t even bother to look. I had always been considerably bustier than Emma.

Then, as if my preys had been answered my phone began to ring. I scrambled towards the familiar noise and the caller ID said Emma. If my mind was a gun, then it was loaded ready to fire as I accepted the call.

“Where the hell are you?” I demanded to know. “What the fuck are you playing at, Emma!”

“Calm down, potty mouth,” came her childish giggling response.

“Calm down?” I returned with more venom in my tone. “I need to go home, and your dad is downstairs. I don’t have anything to wear except your dressing gown because I stupidly left my bag of clothes to change into at home.”

“Just put your dress on and call a cab.” She said, making it sound all so simple. “Keep an eye out for the cab and just say goodbye on your way out.”

Perhaps it could and would have been that simple if I hadn’t ridden her father’s cock last night on the sofa and then absent-mindedly left my dress on the floor with my shoes.

“Ok, ok,” I sighed in defeat.

“What’s the big deal anyway?” she asked. “My dad saw you in the dress last night. He isn’t going to care. It’s not like you’re doing the walk of shame,” she paused before adding with laughter, “unlike me.”

There it was again, that ice cold shiver came over me and her words rang loud and clear in my head.

The walk of shame … that’s exactly what it would be. If only she knew the truth, actually … better she doesn’t!

“Anyway,” I said, desperately feeling ordu escort the need to change the subject, “what time are you getting your arse back here?”

“I’ll be about an hour or two.”

“I’m not happy with you, Emma!” I just couldn’t let it go.

“I know and I’m really sorry. You know I always let the drink and dancing get the better of me. I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

With that I hung up and tried to gather my thoughts. It could have been worse I eventually reasoned with my myself. Naked could have been my only option if it weren’t for the dressing gown. I decided I would get a grip of myself and face Jack with a stiff upper lip, even if it meant I had to wear the dressing gown. I planned to go downstairs, act nonchalantly, grab my dress and shoes, and come straight back to the bedroom. Who cares if I appear rude, I thought?

But then reality kicked in again. Oh God … I had walked to bed naked! What a slut he must think I am!

Jack was slurping on his coffee, eyes down at his phone scrolling with his finger, when I nervously entered the kitchen.

“Good morning,” he beamed, raising his head upon my entrance.

“Morning,” came my mumbled response.

I tried to ignore his wandering eyes as they scanned the length of my body, but they had caused me to pull the dressing gown tighter, which in turn caused him to smirk. So much for the stiff upper lip.

“Coffee?” He offered, whilst lifting the black pot from the table.

“Urmmm … no thank you, I … I just need …”

“Your dress is folded up over the arm of the sofa with your shoes on the floor.” He smiled.

I searched behind me and into the living room, then turned back to look at him. “Thanks,” I replied.

“Come,” he insisted, “sit down and have some coffee, the bacon is almost ready, so I’ll make you my classic bacon sandwich.”

I smiled awkwardly, trying to be polite, before finally agreeing to sit down and accept the coffee and bacon sandwich. I was in fact hungry and in need of some caffeine, but breakfast just wasn’t on my agenda that morning. Jack poured me a cup of coffee and I felt myself relaxing properly for the first time. I reached out with both hands and accepted the hot cup from him.

“The doctor says I have to watch my cholesterol.” He chuckled whilst making the sandwiches. “But one bacon sandwich on the weekend won’t kill me I’m sure”

I smiled as if to agree, but in reality, my mind was pre-occupied, and I didn’t care about his cholesterol. I felt so confused. I wanted to avoid him and what had happened at all costs. Here I was in his presence, and he was acting like a gentleman with no hint of awkwardness. A tough situation turned a little easier right? So why was his appropriate behaviour starting to annoy me? Did I want him to bring it up?

In truth, I couldn’t ignore the big fat white elephant in the room as he could. I didn’t want to discuss last night or how we must never repeat it or let Emma find out, and I most certainly didn’t want to hear how wonderful or regrettable it may have been. Jack in fairness was just being the experienced adult and pretending nothing had happened between us. Get a grip Sophie and get with the programme, I told myself … and so I did.

“I see Emma didn’t come home last night.” he said whilst handing me a bacon sandwich.

“No, but I haven’t long spoken to her and she’s on her way home.” I said, wanting him to believe our time alone was short.

“Oh,” came his surprised reply. “She texted me just before you came down saying she was going out for breakfast with Ben. I assume Ben is the guy from last night?”

I nodded and smiled meekly before my mind filled with the most painful way to hurt Emma when I finally got my hands on her.

For the next forty minutes or so I had completely relaxed and almost forgotten about our previous evenings unplanned tryst. We sat as two normal people and discussed the up-and-coming bank holiday, what are plans were and how the weather would likely ruin it. We shared some laughs and there wasn’t one single innuendo … but I hadn’t completely forgotten, how could I?

One bacon sandwich and two cups of coffee later I announced that I should probably get going. Jack agreed but with some reluctance in his body language. For the first time that morning I felt some affection for him, thinking it was cute of him to appear sad that I was leaving. I smiled, stood up from the table and walked into the lounge to collect my dress and shoes. My sixth sense told me he was watching me.

“Do you have to go?” he asked.

“Yes,” my tone almost sympathetic as I turned to face and answer him.

“I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night, Sophie.” He told me as he walked to join me in the lounge.

“Emma was fine,” I said, hoping that’s what had been on his mind all night.

“It wasn’t Emma I was thinking about.” He replied bluntly.

Damn it, I could have died with embarrassment. I opened my mouth to speak but the room fell silent, I couldn’t think of any rize escort words fast enough to reply.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” he spoke softly, almost pleading. “I think you’re beautiful.”

My mind began to spin. Why did he have to fuck it up now? He hid his feelings so well we could have gotten out of this unscathed. I genuinely didn’t know how to react, and the damn words I desperately needed to put this fire out, before it burned everything down, were nowhere to be found

He lowered his gaze. I instinctively looked down and found the dressing gown had parted, revealing almost my entire left breast. I quickly adjusted the dressing gown once more.

“Now I really have to go.” I told him.

“I apologise. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I really mean it when I say you’re beautiful.”

“It’s ok.” I lied.

Anxiously, I made my way upstairs to Emma’s bedroom to call a cab. Back inside my safe zone, I picked my phone up from the bed and held it tightly whilst staring blankly at the screen. I was half expecting to wake up from a bad dream and the other half … only god knew.

I looked up at the mirror on the wall which was directly in line with the end of the bed. Instead of calling a cab, I just stared for a few moments at my reflection trying to gauge how I was feeling and how I was going to deal with situation moving forwards. Why did he have to fuck it up at the end?

I thought about our breakfast together as I sat down on the bed. It hadn’t been as bad as I first feared it would be. When I got up to leave, I felt confident and happier. I thought a little deeper, trying to make sense of my emotions. The little episode at the end wasn’t really that bad was it? I chuckled to myself at how I had responded, leaving him so sharply like that after accidently flashing my breast.

“This is such a fucked-up situation, seriously fucked-up.” I said out loud and chuckled to myself.

Eventually, I managed to compose my thoughts and decided to get a move on and call a cab, get dressed and then get the hell out of there when suddenly …

“Your laugh is so cute and sexy?”

“Shit, Jack!” I shrieked. “You’re really fucking with my emotions this morning. What the hell are you doing just walking in on me like that, I could have been naked!”

“Sorry to startle you.” He stepped towards me. “I was worried about you Sophie. I’m sorry.”

“You’re worried about me?”

I knew my tone sounded surprised but deep down in that small moment it was his turn to appear cute. Cute that he cared, even if he was the cause of the situation in the first place. No, that was unfair, after all it takes two to tango. Just stick to the plan Sophie, stick to the plan, and don’t encourage the conversation.

“Yes,” he replied gently. “I need to know you’re ok.”

“I’m fine, honestly Jack I’m fine. I just need to get home.”

That’s it girl, stick to the plan.

Jack stepped closer and closer until finally he was sitting beside me on the bed. I looked directly at him. Despite having already spent the best part of an hour together I felt like I was seeing him for the first time. He looked handsome, clean shaven and he was being empathetic towards me. I suddenly realised I hadn’t considered his thoughts or feelings for one single second since I had woken up. We sat still and silent for a few moments, just staring at one another.

Stick to the plan, Sophie, stick the plan damn it!

“So,” he gently continued, “are you ok?”

Tell him yes and tell him to get his arse the hell out of the bedroom, and then get your arse out of there, girl. Remember the plan, stick to the plan!

“I don’t know how I’m feeling right now.” I answered honestly, rubbing my forehead gently with the back of my hand. “Are you ok?” I returned the question.

Damn it, girl. You’ve fucked it now!

“I don’t regret what we did. I’m sorry if you do, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all night and morning. That near killed me at breakfast acting as if nothing had happened between us.” He sounded so sincere.

“But Emma?” I mused.

“What about her?” he threw it back as it were no big deal.

“What?” Came my shocked response. “I’m her best friend. I’m eighteen years old. We are both eighteen years old and you are her father. Shit Jack, you’re old enough to be my father. You’ve watched me grow up and not once did I ever feel threatened by you.”

“I never gave you cause to feel threatened.” He replied defensively. “I never lusted after you. Sure, you were a pretty young girl who has now blossomed into a beautiful young woman, but I never imagined or planned what happened last night.”

“But it did happen!” I snapped, a little angrier than I meant to. “Actually, how the hell did it happen?”

“I take full responsibility for what happened. Not because I’m the older adult or because I’m Emma’s father, but because I couldn’t control my urges to come on to you.”

My mouth dropped open, but yet again I was lost for words. Jack then shuffled sakarya escort a little closer towards me on the bed.

“That wavy brown hair of yours, those sparkling green eyes.” He complimented as he placed his hand on my knee, just like he had done the night before. “Your beautiful firm body in that dress,” he added dropping his gaze down to my chest.

I didn’t know what to say. I felt paralysed but far away from feeling frightened.

“I want you, Sophie.”

“No, Jack.”

“Tell me you didn’t enjoy last night?” His tone was challenging me softly as he gently cupped the side of my face.

“It’s not about weather I enjoyed it, Jack.”

“Yes, it is.”

He looked deep into my eyes. I had to admire his willingness to risk not only my rejection, but really pushing me to the brink of freaking out on him, and not in a sexy freaky way either.

“I want you,” his simple words were soft, calm, cool and seductive.

I still had no response for him, so I just sat in silence wanting to go but also wanting to stay. I should have stuck to the plan!

He smiled at me and ran his hand through my hair, it felt comforting. He continued smiling and then stared at my lips, neck, and chest before suddenly his lips were touching mine. I felt a sensation between my legs, a tiny contraction as he kissed me.

“We can’t do this again. I have to go,” I finally spoke, but without making any effort to move.

I knew I wasn’t going to make any real effort. His kisses moved onto my neck and I closed my eyes. The tiny contraction between my legs had now turned into lots of tiny contractions, one after the other. With each contact his soft lips made with my neck I felt the contractions getting stronger and stronger until they were no longer tiny.

“Oh, Jack,” I moaned, “we can’t.”

He continued his gentle assault on my neck before moving round to my throat. He too started to groan. Eyes closed I began to concentrate on the sensation he had created inside me. Tingles everywhere as I broke out in goose bumps. His hands moved towards the dressing gown. I pushed my shoulders back, offering my breasts as he opened the dressing gown and cupped them. I panted and groaned as he pushed my full breasts together and groped.

“Jack,” I called out, not sure whether I was calling his name to stop or continue … probably a bit of both.

“Relax,” he said smoothly, before pushing me back gently until I was lying flat on the bed.

He quickly slid from the bed and onto his knees. I knew his eyes would be level with what lay between my legs. I was still wearing the dressing gown, but it was now completely open, exposing my naked body to him. My breath came in shallow gasps with the sensation of my legs being slowly spread further apart.

“Oh, my you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, “so tight and wet, so welcoming. I always imagined you would taste amazing.”

Jack pulled me down the bed, placed my legs over his shoulders and moaned. I cupped my breasts and squeezed them in anticipation of what was about to happen. I didn’t have to wait long before I felt his hot breath between my legs.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I moaned, his flattened tongue moved in wide, slow strokes. “Oh, yes!”

My body began twitching as he explored my inner and outer lips, my soft folds. He moved and teased up and around my clit and back down the other side. As if the sensation couldn’t get any better, he gently added a finger into the action, lubricating it from the juices leaking from my body before inserting one finger in and out, using short but firm strokes.

“Yes … oh fuck, Jack … yes don’t stop.”

“I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.” He chuckled.

Jack added a second finger and placed his tongue back on my clit, massaging it in a gentle circular motion. As each amazing moment passed, his penetrating fingers and the pressure of his tongue on my clit grew firmer. I couldn’t hold back much longer, not that I was trying to. My moans became louder, my thighs tightened against the sides of his head until finally …

“Ohhhhh, ughhhh, fuck, Jack, yes … yes, don’t stop.” I moaned, so close to my climax. “Ohhhhh god, yes!”

My climax gripped me tightly. My body twitched, shook, and then convulsed as I gasped for breath and my groans grew louder and louder.

“You didn’t last long,” he sounded arrogantly pleased with himself.

We looked into each other’s eyes, deeply. I was still lying flat on my back, completely satisfied from my climax watching Jack undress. We both sensed his dominance as he picked my legs up and rested my ankles upon his shoulders. He didn’t have the athletic body of guys my age then, but he was in decent shape and his determined look made me want him now more than ever. All anxious and nervous thoughts had evaporated. We were going to fuck again, right there on Emma’s bed, his daughters’ bed, and nobody was going to stop us.

With my ankles still resting on his shoulders, Jack leaned over me. He supported his weight on his hands and opened his thighs slightly to get into position. Instinctively, I held his thighs and helped guide him inside of me. Hands free of his cock I felt the swollen head nudge up against my lips. I was soaking wet. We both groaned before slowly but surely, he entered me.

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