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The worst part is, he really encouraged me to get to know her, and it was the last thing I wanted at the time. I was expecting her to be some cocky teenage version of her father, a trait I don’t mind in my best friend, but I certainly didn’t want to see in anyone else. But she’s so unlike him. It’s practically impossible to tell that they are even related. Shouldn’t that be a sign that even if they are related by blood, there is no reason for me to tread on eggshells? Shouldn’t I just follow my heart and get what I want?
I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t think of anything aside from her. She’s done something to me that no one else ever has before. She’s taken control of my heart and made me lose my head.
My cock is throbbing, but I ignore it as best as I can. Thinking about her while I bring myself to a sweet release won’t cut it for me. It could never be as good as holding her close while I fuck her. It could never compare to having her shuddering beneath me as I make her cum over and over again. And now that I’ve got my eyes set on her, I know I have to get what I want, or I’ll never be the same again.
Screw Lawrence. I’ve got to have her.
Zooey
Waking up this morning, I can’t help feeling embarrassed about the events of last night. I put myself out there when I met Wes, and I sought something I’ve never explored before. I felt my first twinges of sexual desire, outside of celebrity crushes. When I’ve felt sexual in the past, I’ve always imagined myself with a man, but up until now, he’s been almost faceless, an unknown for my future self to explore. Now, the man in my wildest fantasies has taken the form of the one man I can’t have - my Dad’s best friend.
I expected to wake up this morning feeling a little better, but if anything, I feel worse. Waking up alone when I know I could have had him beside me in bed feels like I’ve been cheated out of heaven. I wish I had the courage to seek him out now that it’s morning, but the confidence I felt as I sat beside him last night has left me entirely. And the worst thing is, I still have two more days to survive here with his presence so tantalizing and tempting.
I’m lying in bed feeling sorry for myself when Poppy bursts into the room. Her cheeks are flushed and she tosses her blonde hair over her shoulder proudly. I know right away that she has been up to something. I sigh.
“Did you have a good night?” I ask. I’m hoping that at least one of us did. Poppy giggles brightly and throws herself down on my bed, almost breathless as she stares up at the ceiling. If I know Poppy as well as I think I do, I’m about to hear a scandalous story.
“So, after you went to bed, I got to chatting with this guy and his wife,” she whispers, as though someone else might overhear us. “And he was a little bit older...maybe ten...twenty years older….”
“Poppy!”
“What? He was hot, alright? All of your Dad’s friends are. Like seriously. Could he surround himself with better looking people?”
“Get back to the point.”
“Right, yeah! So anyway, I was chatting with them both...and all of a sudden, there was a little bit of touching going on...nothing major, just like brushing of hands, that kind of thing. You know the drill.”
I don’t know the drill at all. I have no idea how it is to be in a threesome with an older couple. But I just nod and let her get on with the story.
“One thing led to another...and they took me up to the guest room where they are staying. And before I knew it, they were kissing me all over, ripping off my clothes, touching me in ways I’ve never been touched before. It made me so glad I didn’t go with one of those immature younger guys we chatted with earlier. The couple were, like, sex Gods. Honestly, when the guy stuck his-”
“You’re dangerously treading the line of too much information, Poppy.”
“Alright, fine. Suit yourself. Anyway, we all ended up having sex together and I swear, it was the best sex I’ve ever had. We went practically all night. Sometimes, one of us would take a break and two of us would get it on, and damn, it was hot. They were so good together, and so damn good to me too. I mean, I’ve been with couples before, but their age really does give them much needed experience…”
I blush at the comment. I can’t help thinking of Wes as she says this. He seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing as he slid his hand up my thigh last night. I still remember the moment when he brushed my pussy with his hand unexpectedly, and the sparks it sent through me. Even his undeliberate act seems so much sexier than anything I’ve ever experienced before. Maybe Poppy is right - maybe age does make all of the difference.
