That was a close call. Too close. Had she stayed there in the kitchen with me, well, I couldn't have been held responsible for my actions. She was right about one thing – I was a divorcee and she was a horny twenty-three-year-old. And it was true that I was lonely – she'd hit the nail on the head with that shot.
For the first time in many years, my bed was empty. I had needs and desires that weren't being met. And there she was, offering up her body to me – a horny, hot young woman. Had she not been my best friend's daughter, I wouldn't have waited that long to nail her. I probably would have fucked her right there on the kitchen counter. But considering the circumstances – it was probably a good thing I wasn't thinking with my dick.
Still, I knew the longer I stayed in Dave and Miranda's house, the harder it would be to resist her advances. I'd almost given in right there and that had only been her opening shot. Sabrina was like her mother in a lot of ways – she knew exactly how to get what she wanted. And it seemed she had her mind set on me.
I always thought she'd eventually outgrow that childhood crush she nursed through her teenage years. But the adorable crush of a kid had turned into something more, something deeper. Something naughtier.
I watched her as she walked away, swishing those hips in that tiny little nightgown as she left the room without so much as a second glance back at me. She was too good at this, way too good. Sabrina had a plan and come hell or high water, she was determined to get what she wanted.
It took me a few minutes to regain my composure, but I eventually managed to pull myself together. I listened to make sure Sabrina had actually retreated to her room and wasn't waiting to ambush me in the foyer before I walked back to my own room upstairs. I practically walked up the stairs and down the hall on tiptoes carefully, not wanting to wake anyone – or to bring Sabrina back out of her room. God knew it had been nearly impossible not to jump on her before, but upstairs, so close to our bedrooms? Hell, I wasn't sure there was a man alive who could resist her in that situation, not in that teeny little nightgown.
Once I was alone in my room, I closed the door and locked it just in case Sabrina got a wild idea to sneak in and try to seduce me again. Staring at the empty bed left me hurting. Sure, it wasn't my bed, not really. It was just a bed I was sleeping in for a little bit. But it reminded me of my empty bed at home too – the bed Beth had picked out for us. The bed I'd be sleeping alone in for a while.
“Hell, maybe I should just get rid of the thing,” I muttered to myself. “Get something new.”
In all honesty, it wasn't so much about missing Beth or even being lonely. We'd been separated for close to a year now, so I was used to being alone. Didn't mean I enjoyed it. Didn't mean I wasn't ready for companionship again – or that I didn't yearn for intimacy once more.
I was ready to share my bed with someone again, and if Sabrina had her way – I shoved that thought out of my head right away. That couldn't happen. I wasn't going to let that happen.
The erection in my pants wasn't going away, however, and if I couldn't actually have her physically, I could at least relieve some of the pent up desire on my own – hopefully keeping me out of trouble.
I removed my pants and crawled into bed. With my eyes closed, I pictured beautiful woman after beautiful woman – some I'd had, some I'd merely fantasized about – and yet, each time, the face in my head morphed back to the woman sleeping in the next room.
Sabrina.
Dammit, I cursed myself as I stroked my cock. The fantasy was too strong, however. I couldn't think of anybody else no matter how hard I tried. But what would indulging in a little fantasy about Sabrina hurt? It wasn't like it was something I would actually act upon. It was make believe. No harm in that, right?
I imagined the way her pussy would feel wrapped around my cock, how amazing it would be to be sheathed inside of her tight little hole. I pictured her bouncing up and down on top of me, her breasts jiggling as she moved, her perfect mouth wide open as she whimpered in pleasure. I pictured myself thrusting my hips and driving my dick even deeper inside of her, making her gasp, making her scream my name.
I tightened my grip around my cock and pumped it even harder, thinking about how tight she must be. Was she a virgin? Doubtful. With the way she looked, she could have had any male on campus and maybe had. But I had to admit, having known her for so long, it was hard to imagine that sweet girl as anything but a virgin. Either way, her pussy was likely nice and tight, probably tighter than any I'd had before.
I was fully immersed in the fantasy, stroking my cock and dreaming about my best friend's daughter fucking me, and that's when I heard sounds from the room next to mine.
Moaning. Sabrina's moaning.
Her sounds were muffled by the wall separating us, but I could hear her still, and that only added to my rich fantasy. I now knew what she sounded like in the throes of pleasure, and it sounded amazing. Now, not only was I picturing her bouncing up and down on my cock, I could hear the sounds of her own orgasm approaching.
I tried to picture what she was doing. Was she on her back with her legs spread wide? Was she up on her knees? Was she fucking herself with her fingers? Or did she have a dildo she was pumping in and out of her sweet little hole?
Sabrina got louder as I tried to stay quiet. I didn't want her to know I was getting off on the sounds of her touching herself – that would only add fuel to the fire and encourage her to continue pursuing me. But oh God, it was so hot.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I heard her call out from the room, a little too loudly, I was afraid. It was almost like she wanted to be heard.
It was just what I needed too. I felt the cum bubbling up inside of me, and as she called out once more, sounding like she was coming, hard. That threw me over the edge and I came too. I pictured being inside of that tight little pussy and filling it with my cum as I exploded in my hand, cum flying onto the bed next to me and covering my lower body. I thrust my body upward, imagining burying myself deep into her one last time as I shot my load just as her cries of pleasure were finally subsiding – almost as if we'd just come together.
In a way, I suppose we had. As I fell asleep in a strange bed, in someone else's house, for a brief moment, I didn't feel so alone. And I drifted off to sleep peacefully and easily for the first time in a very long time.
Chapter Five
JULIAN
With the smell of fresh coffee in the air, I walked downstairs to find Sabrina and her parents sitting at the table. I'd already gone for my morning run, showered and was ready to start my Saturday. Sabrina was still wearing the nightshirt from last night, but had thankfully added a pair of matching shorts this morning. Her parents were both dressed and ready for the day ahead as well.
“Good morning,” I said as I poured myself a cup of coffee.
“Good morning, Julian,” Sabrina said.
Her dad gave her a weird look – just as I had the first time she didn't call me Mr. Pierce. But he let it slide without comment when he saw it didn't bother me. Her mother apparently didn't even notice – she was flipping through a home décor magazine. She looked up and smiled at me when I sat down to join them.
I couldn't bring myself to look at Sabrina without images of the fantasy I'd indulged in the night before running through my head. So, I avoided her gaze as much as possible without it getting awkward. There was nothing but silence and the rattling of paper in the room – and an odd sense of tension in the air. I expected it was sexual tension between Sabrina and I – her parents didn't even seem to notice. But every time I glanced over, I caught her looking at me with an expression of pure lust.
I picked up the newspaper and flipped it open, pretending to read about the local high school football team, when Sabrina cleared her throat.
“So what are everyone's plans for the day?” she asked.
I had no plans. Not officially, anyway. I had some work to get done, all of which I could do from my computer without leaving the house. But as I thought about hanging out there all day with temptation sitting just a few feet away, I thought perhaps getting out would be good for me. Safer, anyway.
Unless, of course, her parents were going to be around all day.
I looked over at them, waiting for an answer. Dave looked at his wife who held up the magazine for me to inspect.
“I'm going to pick this up today,” she said.
Leaning closer, I saw that it was a painting – probably the exact painting she'd wanted for the dining room and had been hectoring Dave about the day before.
“And I'm going along to pay for it,” Dave said, laughing. “She talked me into it. Like there was any doubt about it”
“Want to join us, Julian?” she asked.
As tempting as it was – just to get away for a bit – I didn't want to be part of that circus. I knew from experience that when Miranda went shopping for anything, it was usually a whole day affair. Even if she knew exactly what she was getting, it often led to other purchases as well.
“Thanks for the offer, but no, I have some work to do – ”
Sabrina smiled as she took a sip from her mug.
“ – so I think I'll be heading into the office for a bit.”
Her smile wavered and a pout crossed her lips.
“Don't be silly, Julian,” Dave said. “Use my home office if needed. Mi casa es su casa, my friend.”