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After just busting the biggest load I’ve let out in years, I would’ve thought my tank would be drained, but I guess not. I’m instantly hard again. The sudden bulge loosens my towel and I almost drop it right there in front of her. My reflexes are fast enough to catch it.
She notices and lets out the most adorable little giggle. “Close one,” she says, sounding almost disappointed.
Does she really want to see my cock? I’m half tempted to just drop the towel and see how she reacts. But that is too risky with so many other people in the house.
“Too close,” I agree.
I grab my clothes from my suitcase and go back into the bathroom, conveniently not shutting the door all the way. I leave it open a crack, and I can see through the mirror that she’s watching me, though I don’t think she realizes I can see her as well.
I drop my towel and my hard prick stands at attention. I watch as Jenny’s jaw drops. I’m hung far larger than the average man. In fact, it’s the one—and only—thing my ex admitted that she’d miss about me. Before I was married, the women I’d slept with were often intimidated by my size and some couldn’t even fit their mouths around it to give me head. To a tiny girl like Jenny, it must be almost scary to look at.
But the look on her face is far from fearful. It’s pure lust. She licks her bottom lip and unconsciously touches herself between the legs. Her gaze wanders up my body, and when her eyes meet mine in the mirror, I wink at her. She blushes furiously and covers her smile with her hands.
Her mom calls her name and she jumps off the couch as if someone prodded her, and she runs into the kitchen. I shut the bathroom door and can’t help but fear I’m in trouble. There’s no way I’m going to be satisfied with this vacation until I get my hands on my best friend’s daughter.
* * *
The table is set with all the summer dishes one would expect from a vacation by the lake: barbeque chicken, potato salad, baked beans, and slices of watermelon. It smells delicious and after that workout during football (and in the shower), I’m starving.
We all gather in the kitchen. The boys get their plates and run off to go talk about the newest video game they’re obsessing over at the moment. The rest of us get our food. John and his wife sit at each end of the table, while my daughters sit across from me, and Jenny sits beside me. My daughters wanted to eat outside, but Jenny had wanted to sit at the table with the rest of us, and so the others decided to do the same. She even hurried to sit down next to me so neither of my girls would have the chance. Or at least that’s how it seemed. I can’t be sure if it was on purpose or if I was imagining it.
“So,” John says as we sit down to eat. “How are things with you, Ben?”
I know what he means by that. He has that look of concern on his face, the way he always gets when curious about how I’ve been since the divorce. Normally I would sidestep the conversation to avoid talking about their mother in front of the girls, but since they seem to be in a heated argument with each other over boys and not paying any attention to the conversation, I answer.
“Other than getting my ass handed to me in court and finding out my wife cheated on me the whole time we were married, I’m doing great,” I say light-heartedly to keep things from getting too dark. This is supposed to be a vacation, after all.
I glance at my girls, still arguing, still not listening. Then I glance at Jenny. She’s silently nibbling at a piece of watermelon, keeping to herself, but I can tell she’s listening. She’s always been the quiet type, always concerned about others. That’s part of the reason I always liked her being friends with Annie who could be slightly selfish at times. Jenny helped to balance out that part of her. Their personalities complement each other.
John bringing up the topic of my ex has my mind wandering back to my divorce. The separation wasn’t that long ago. It all happened so fast. When I first found out she cheated on me, I thought it had been a one-time thing and that we could work things out in marriage counselling. I wasn’t ready for a divorce because I knew how hard that would be on the kids.
But then the rumors started to fly. And then those rumors turned to facts and secretly made videos and proof. Turns out she’d been cheating on me for years with multiple guys. She even told me there was a possibility that my son wasn’t mine and asked me to take a paternity test. I didn’t want to because I didn’t want to believe it, but she insisted and so I took the test. Turned out he was mine after all. But the damage those accusations caused was already done. There was no marriage left to save. I didn’t love her anymore and staying in a loveless marriage seemed more harmful to the kids than going our separate ways.
