Father's Day Surprise

"DADDY!"

That was the first thing Andrew heard as he walked in his front door and pulled off his boots, followed by frantic footfalls echoing through the house. Seconds later, he turned just in time to be tackled by what appeared to be a mass of wild blonde hair. Despite the force of the impact, Andrew instinctively wrapped his arms around his attacker and held her close like the treasure she was.

"Hey Babygirl," he said, kissing his daughter on the top of her head.

"Happy Father's Day, Daddy!" she said, leaning back so Andrew could properly look her in the face.

Recently turned eighteen, Andrew's daughter Madison was the spitting image of her late mother, with her round face, blue eyes, button nose, freckles, and flowing blonde hair. All except her ears. Her mother always said she had Andrew's ears. If only she'd gotten to watch Maddi grow up like Andrew had...

"Happy Father's Day, Mr. Leigh," said another familiar voice behind Maddi.

Andrew looked past his daughter's blonde head to see Maddi's best friend Alana standing there smiling at him. It was a smile she'd given him many times before, warm and friendly and ever so slightly suggestive.

Alana and Maddi had met back in Grade 7 and been inseparable ever since. She was a beautiful and slender black girl with a heart-shaped face, big brown eyes, full lips, and wavy black hair dyed with streaks of honey blonde. Like Maddi, Alana too had been raised by a single parent, her mother in this case, and given how much time she and Maddi spent together at the house, Andrew liked to think he had become something like a father-figure for her. He had to think that. It was the only way to tame his male gaze around her. The simple fact was that Alana was not just beautiful, she had matured into a very sexy young woman. Her svelte body sported a pair of lovely round breasts and an even bigger, rounder booty that looked especially good in tight denim shorts like those she was wearing right now. Andrew couldn't help but admire her whenever she was around. Usually he was able to be discreet about it, but she had nonetheless caught him looking at her several times. Likewise, there were times he would glance in her direction and find her staring at him as well. On both such occasions Alana would be visibly flustered, but would quickly give him that beautiful smile like the one she had on now. That smile was dangerous.

"So guess what, Daddy," Maddi chirped, regaining her father's attention. "I'm making you a special Father's Day dinner! Plus, Alana and I have a special surprise for you!"

"Oooh, what kind of surprise?" Andrew chuckled, knowing full well Maddi would never tell.

"The kind that can wait until after you've had a shower!" Maddi giggled, now pulling her father into the hall. "Seriously, Daddy, you smell like a sweaty potato. So go get cleaned up while Alana and I get things ready out here. Go on, Get!"

Laughing to himself, Andrew trundled off toward the bathroom, leaving Maddi and her best friend to suddenly share a nervous sigh.

"You sure about this?" Alana asked Maddi. "We can back out if you want to."

"Oh I'm sure," replied Maddi. "I mean, I guess I'm a little nervous how it's going to go-"

"You're nervous?" Alana laughed mirthlessly.

"-but he needs this," Maddi finished. "What about you? Are you ready?"

Alana was quiet for a long moment.

"Yeah, I'm ready," she said finally, flashing a timid smile at her friend.

The rest went unsaid, but Maddi understood. She pulled Alana into a tight hug.

"Whatever happens, I'm here for you," she whispered before breaking the hug. "Now go get ready before he's done in there!"

* * *

Andrew let out a long sigh as the hot water cascaded over his body. He'd already lathered, scrubbed, and rinsed, and was now simply letting the stress of work wash away. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to take a full-day shift on Father's Day, but the overtime pay would be worth it. Plus he had a homecooked dinner and a surprise to look forward to now. He wondered how Alana could be involved. Perhaps she had simply helped Maddi pick out a new cologne for him or something.

Andrew's cock twitched at the thought of his daughter's friend. Alana had been having that effect on him more and more lately. It was all he could do not to jerk off in the shower to the mental image of her beautiful booty. He knew he shouldn't feel this way for her, no matter how she smiled at him. This was a girl he had known since she was barely even a teenager, a girl who trusted him. He couldn't risk ruining that, to say nothing of Alana's friendship with his daughter. He just had to be strong.

Deciding he had wasted enough hot water, Andrew turned off the shower and got out. He dried off, wrapped his towel around his waist, and after checking to make sure the coast was clear he scampered across the hall to his bedroom and turned to shut the door behind him.

"Hey Mr. Leigh," said a small voice behind him.

Andrew nearly jumped out of his skin as he spun around and groped for the light switch.

Alana was there, sitting up on his bed and blinking as the light came on. Andrew briefly noticed that she had lit some tealights on his dresser and nightstand, but what really commanded his attention was her attire. Alana had shed the shorts and T-shirt, and was now dressed alluringly in a lacey white bra that contrasted beautifully with her dark chocolate skin and showed just the right amount of cleavage while offering the barest teasing hint of her nipples beneath the thin material. Matching panties graced her curvy hips, and a pair of sheer white stockings with lace trim completed the ensemble. Andrew felt his cock swell at the very sight of her, but not to the point his brain shut down completely.

"Alana?! What... What are you... What's going on?" Andrew managed to croak out.

"I'm your special Father's Day surprise," Alana giggled. "Surprise!"

Andrew stared blankly.

"Wait, what?! What do you... I-I don't understand," he babbled, trying hard to ignore his straining loins.

Actually, Andrew understood Alana's intent perfectly, he simply did not believe it. Generally speaking, the sudden and serendipitous appearance of a beautiful and sexually available teenage girl in one's bed is not a terribly realistic occurrence.

"Oh, I'm sure you can figure it out, Mr. Leigh," Alana giggled again, almost nervously it seemed. "Tonight's your special night, and I'm here to, um... you know..."

Again, Andrew just stood there, not quite believing yet that this girl could seriously be propositioning him.

"No, I don't know," he said slowly.

"Sure you do. You just, um... uh..."

Alana's smile faltered.

"Ugh, I thought this would be easier," she groaned.

"You thought what would be easier?" asked Andrew. "Is this some sort of prank or something?"

Alana's eyes widened in alarm.

"N-no, no, this is for real, Mr Leigh!" she said frantically. "I... I thought you... and Maddi said you... Ugh! Why does this have to be so fucking hard?"

Andrew suddenly felt quite awkward watching Alana's sexy confidence melt away like that. At a loss for what else to do, he slowly walked over and sat on the end of the bed. Alana watched him at first, then took a deep breath and reached for something on the nightstand.

"Here," she said, offering Andrew an envelope as she moved to sit beside him. "I'll let Maddi do the talking."

"Maddi?" Andrew asked, glancing around the bedroom as if to spot his daughter hiding behind something. "She's in on this too?"

"It was her idea," explained Alana. "Just read the card."

Still unsure what to make of any of this, Andrew took the envelope, which was addressed 'Daddy' in Maddi's familiar, bubbly handwriting. Inside was an ordinary drugstore-brand Father's Day card, and inside that was a handwritten message from Maddi:

Dear Daddy,

Happy Father's Day! I know this probably isn't the surprise you were expecting, but you've been single for way too long, and Alana thinks so too. She's had major feelings for you for years now, and I've seen the way you look at her when you think no one's watching. I think you two would be great together. There's no other woman I'd rather see my Daddy with than her, and there's no other guy I'd trust more with my best friend than you. It's your choice, obviously, but I really hope you give her a chance. I love you Daddy!

-Maddison xoxo

Andrew read and reread the card before looking at Alana, who was now staring at her feet while nervously twirling her hair.

"So you really feel this way about me?" he asked gently.

Alana nodded quickly without looking at him.

"I mean, I knew we were flirting before," Andrew continued. "I guess I just wasn't sure if it was real."

"It's real," Alana said softly.

"But why me? I mean, I'm over twice your age. I'm an adult, for Christ's sake, and you're-"

"Eighteen and therefore an adult too," Alana interjected. "And why shouldn't I like you? You're strong and sweet and handsome and I know I can trust you. Sure, you got some grey hairs, but you have a good heart..."

Alana slid closer, now looking Andrew in the face. The top of her head barely came up past his chin, yet he felt like a mouse cornered by a cat.

"You're my daughter's best friend," Andrew said weakly. "You're almost like a daughter to me yourself."

"But I'm not your daughter, and I know you're not thinking of me like that when you're sneaking peeks at my booty," Alana countered, grinning now despite her nerves as she slid off the bed to stand in front of Andrew. "Don't you want to feel my booty, Mr Leigh? Don't you want this?"

Andrew said nothing as the young woman reached out to take him by the wrist and coaxed him to stand up. She smiled at him and guided his hand to her hip. He did not resist. Her skin felt so soft and delicate, and the contrast of his rough, pale, strong hand against her smooth, dark, youthful body excited him more than he had dared to imagine. At the same time, Alana reached up with her other hand and pressed it against Andrew's bare chest, as if feeling his heartbeat. She bit her lip. She'd seen Mr Leigh shirtless plenty of times before, but never got to actually touch him like this. Andrew was no body builder, but he was strong and fit from over two decades of hard work, and the feel of his muscles sent excited shivers down her own body.

Then, to her delight, Andrew's other hand dropped to her other hip. His fingers flexed. He wanted to feel her ass, she could tell, but he still held back.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this..." he said at last, looking her straight in the eye. "But I need to know what this really is. Because if this is just a one-night thing-"

"It's not," Alana interrupted. "I'm not that kind of girl, and I know you're not that kind of man. That's part of what I love about you..."

Alana grinned up at Andrew with her big, beautiful, heart-melting brown eyes, her hands running over Andrew's chest.

"We can do the relationship talk later, though," she said as her fingers slid seductively down toward his waist. "For now, just enjoy your surprise..."

Alana gripped his towel and was about to pull it off when Andrew stopped her, his hands firmly wrapped around her wrists. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with the fear of rejection. But Andrew just smiled.

"If we're really doing this..." he said as he released her wrists, "then we need to do this right..."

Andrew reached up with his right hand and gently caressed Alana's cheek. The young woman sighed softly and closed her eyes at his touch.

And then he bent down and kissed her.

Alana trembled slightly as she returned the kiss. It was a small kiss, just a gentle touch of the lips, a first foray into new territory, but no sooner had Andrew pulled away than he realised he wanted more. He and Alana locked eyes for just a second before they came together again. Andrew wrapped his arms around her waist and Alana threw hers about his neck as they kissed, Alana's soft breasts pressing against Andrew's strong chest, with only the thin fabric of her bra between them. Andrew's hands then slid down past Alana's hips, past the lacey band of her panties to finally fill his palms with her big, beautiful black booty. He hadn't actually got a good look at those panties yet, but he now realised she must be wearing a thong, for he felt nothing back there but bare, smooth, ample cheeks. Alana giggled and moaned into his mouth as he felt and fondled her, squeezing and kneading her flawless ass.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," Alana breathed as they broke their kiss.

"Probably best if you don't tell me," Andrew joked before moving in to kiss her neck.

Alana sighed and trembled as the older man worked her neck and shoulder, his kisses tracing from her collarbone to up behind her hear and back again. Andrew hadn't been totally celibate since becoming a widower, so he wasn't completely out of practice, though it was true that he hadn't had a serious relationship either. Whether Alana could be the one to end that trend was the furthest thing from his mind, though. All that mattered was that she was here and willing and almost certainly getting wet, and Andrew fully intended to make the most of that.

"Mmmh, have you ever, mmmh, been with a black girl?" Alana teased as Andrew moved to the other side of her neck.

"Once," Andrew answered in between kisses. "A long time ago... Ever been with a white man?" he asked, and immediately cringed at how that sounded.

"Mmmn, sorta'," Alana giggled. "A couple of white boys, but never a white man... or really any kind of man."

"What's the difference?" Andrew asked coyly after he had pulled away from Alana's neck to kiss her once more on the lips.

"Let's find out," she replied.

Again, Alana's fingers slid down to pry the towel from Andrew's waist, and this time he let her. She watched wide-eyed as the heavy cloth fell away, and Andrew felt a small rush of pride at the smile that spread across her face as his hard cock came fully into view. Alana didn't consider herself a size queen, but she was nonetheless very pleased to find that Mr Leigh had a textbook Daddy-Dick. At least seven inches long and thick, thick, thick. He was uncircumcised, but at full mast his bulbous purple cockhead was completely unsheathed, and Alana just knew it would feel incredible as it pushed into her.

"I'm not your first, am I?" Andrew asked her as she took his cock in her hands, lightly stroking it as she marveled at how hard it was for her.

"No, Mr Leigh," said Alana. "But you could be my last..."

"Call me 'Andrew', Alana," Andrew replied, and then their lips met again, more passionately this time.

Alana kept caressing Andrew's cock, barely able to wrap her hand around his shaft. She let one hand drop to cup his balls, which were definitely bigger than any she had encountered before. For his part, Andrew's hand slid back up Alana's body to feel her tits through her bra. Alana moaned softly as he fondled her soft flesh through the delicate lacey material. Wanting more, Andrew reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, Alana helping to slide it off her arms to bare her beautiful tits. Andrew wasted no time in replacing the fabric with his palms, her sensitive nipples stiffening beneath his thumbs as he played with her perfectly-sized breasts. Through it all, their lips never separated for more than a split second until Alana finally broke away first, still stroking his girthy cock.

Before Andrew could ask what she was doing, Alana fell to her knees. Her eyes never strayed from Andrew's as she went down, but once she was settled she turned her full attention to the hard shaft in her hands.

"Jesus..." she swore softly. "Not gonna' lie, Mr.- Andrew, I'm not sure how I'm gonna' take this dick."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Alana," Andrew said gently, reaching down to caress her cheek.

Alana closed her eyes and shuddered slightly at the touch, then looked back up at Andrew, her eyes glinting with excitement.

"Oh, I want it," she husked. "I fucking want it..."

Alana then leaned forward and Andrew shivered as he felt her tongue press against the base of his cock and slide up along the underside of his shaft, slowly and deliberately until she reached his exposed cockhead. She gave his tip a quick, dainty kiss that nonetheless left a drop of precum smeared on her lips, then dove in again for another long lick.

"Oh my God, Alana..." Andrew sighed as she reached his cockhead again, gracing it with another little kiss.

Again, she licked the length of his shaft, again she kissed his precummy tip, and again she repeated the process. Andrew instinctively placed a hand on Alana's head, and though he didn't press hard or try to move her, the gesture clearly turned her on. He watched awestruck as this beautiful and incredibly sexy black teenager licked her lips clean of his precum, then wrapped those lips completely around his bulbous cockhead and began to suck.

At first, Alana only worked the head, her lips sliding back and forth over the swell of Andrew's glans. Then her tongue joined in the play, rubbing gently against his tip. Alana was certainly no novice to the art of the blowjob, but before Andrew could ponder her sexual past, his young lover looked up and locked eyes with him again, then began to slide down his shaft.

"Oh my God!" Andrew swore as he fought the urge to cum at the very sight of his thick cock disappearing between the plump lips of his daughter's best friend.

Alana found Andrew's girth challenging, but managed to slowly work him deeper and deeper, a fraction of an inch at a time. She let her tongue slide along the underside of his shaft, hoping to take Andrew deep enough to lick his balls. She had first managed that on a previous boyfriend, and it had excited him so much that she had suddenly found herself learning to swallow for the first time as well. Alana had perfected her technique on a dildo since then, and she was excited to show this older man just what she was capable of.

Unfortunately, she became a little too excited and found herself going a little too deep, a little too hard, a little too soon, and as a result ended up triggering her gag reflex a little too much.

"Woah, Alana, are you alright?!" Andrew asked as he knelt beside his coughing lover and rubbed her back.

"I'm fine... I'm fine..." Alana gasped in between coughs. "You're just... really thick, okay? I'm fine."

Alana was more embarrassed than anything else. One moment she was blowing the man she had secretly crushed on for so long, and he was finally seeing her for the woman she was. She felt proud and sexy and powerful, and then the next moment he was comforting her like she was a little girl who had skinned her knee.

"I can keep going," Alana offered, despite the sinking feeling that the mood had been spoiled.

"No, I think you've done quite enough for now, young lady," countered Andrew in a playfully stern tone. "Now it's my turn."

Alana shrieked in surprise as Andrew suddenly scooped her up like she weighed nothing, spun around with her just for fun, then laid her on his bed, her hair fanned out around her head. For the first time now he could seriously admire his young lover, with her beautiful smiling face, her flawless dark skin, her perky tits tipped with equally perky nipples, her wide hips, and her sexy thighs. Only one thing marred this otherwise perfect view.

Without saying a word, Andrew knelt on the bed between Alana's feet and peeled off her white lacey thong. The gusset was soaked, and Andrew tossed them aside without a second thought. His attention instead alighted on her hairless pussy, with her pink clit peeking out from between her puffy dark chocolate pussylips, glistening with her arousal.

"Ohhh yesss...!" Alana sighed as the older man spread her legs wide and lunged forward.

Alana had been eaten out before, though the skill and enthusiasm of her previous boyfriends varied greatly. Andrew soon put them all to shame. Within seconds, he had her clutching at his hair as his tongue danced across her clit.

"Oh fuck, don't stop!" she squealed, hooking her stockinged feet over his shoulders. "Don't stop, mmmmnh! Feels so fucking good!"

Andrew did not stop. The only time his tongue wasn't lashing her clit was when he instead pushed it into her sweltering pink depths to taste her tart arousal. Alana gripped the bedsheets and squirmed as her moans grew louder and more frantic until Andrew drew one last hard lick across her pussy, clamped his lips over her clit, and sucked.

Alana exploded. Her teenaged thighs clamped hard around Andrew's head, and her body writhed and thrashed as her orgasm took her. She might have worried about dislocating Andrew's neck if her mind wasn't awash with ecstasy. For his part, Andrew just held on tight and enjoyed the ride, and when Alana started to come down and relax again, he was already kissing his way back up her sexy body.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked finally after they shared another passionate kiss, Andrew kneeling in between her outstretched thighs.

"Only if you want me to," replied Andrew as he leaned back and lined up his iron-hard cock with her sodden pussy.

"I want you to," Alana moaned. "I need you to. Please, fuck me, Andrew. Fuck me!"

Andrew responded by pressing his thick cockhead against Alana's tight but well-slicked pussylips. Andrew gave his lover one last look, one last chance to back out before they crossed this final line. When all he saw was loving trust and eager lust in her beautiful brown eyes, Andrew pushed forth, and Alana moaned in delight as his bulbous purple knob delved into her sopping-wet ebony pussy, followed by inch-after-gradual inch of thick, hard, pale cockflesh. Andrew grunted as he worked his cock in slowly but steadily, in a little, out a little, in a little more, savouring the incredible feeling of becoming one with this beautiful creature. When at last their loins met, Andrew leaned forward and captured Alana's lips in a long tender kiss, holding himself inside until her gently gyrating hips told him she was ready to keep going.

Then Andrew began to move. He drew out slowly and drove in slowly, causing his young lover to moan and cuss and grip his arms for support. He drew out again, a little faster this time, then drove in faster, again and again until he was making love to Alana at a steady pace, his cock sliding in and out in deep strokes that filled her better than any teenaged boyfriend. His right hand found her tit and began fondling it, squeezing it, pinching and rolling her nipple. Neither of them spoke, neither had words to describe the pleasure they shared, but their wordless moans and grunts and sighs, and the joyous looks on their faces were more than enough.

It had been months since Andrew had last felt a woman's warmth around his cock, and Alana's pussy was hotter, tighter, and wetter than perhaps any he had ever experienced. So naturally, it wasn't long before Andrew felt the urge to cum building at the root of his cock. Yet he was determined to give Alana better than a quick fuck, so he pulled out suddenly, his cock pulsing as the cool air engulfed his pussy-soaked shaft.

"Mmmnh, why did you- Oh!" Alana started to protest until Andrew, satisfied that he had delayed his orgasm a little longer, leaned back in to wedge his cockhead against his lover's clit.

Alana's entire body reacted, breathlessly tensing up as Andrew slowly pressed into her pleasure button again and again, holding her by her stockinged legs to keep her from writhing away. He grinned as he teased her like this, admiring the sight of his thick cock giving such nigh-unbearable pleasure to this wonderful young woman.

"F-fuck! Put it back in, put it back iiiinnnn...!" Alana whined.

Andrew obliged her, slipping his cockhead back down to her pussy and sheathing himself completely back inside her in one smooth push. Alana let out a sudden squeak and came immediately, her pussy clenching hard on Andrew's shaft as she trembled in the throes of her orgasm.

Oh God, yesssssss!" she moaned out loud, her first time cumming from the cock of the man she loved.

Andrew, for his part, simply held on to her and rode out the storm of her convulsing pussy. As Alana came down, he slowly started to thrust again.

"Fuck, that was intense," Alana said to him.

"Glad you're enjoying it," Andrew replied with a wink. "I know I am."

Alana giggled at that, but her laughter soon turned to lusty moans as Andrew's deep strokes picked up their pace. Again, their voices gave in to the wordless sounds of sex; again, Andrew felt the urge to cum before too long; again, he prepared to pull out and prolong the inevitable...

But this time, Alana was having none of it, and wrapped her legs tightly around his lower back.

"Fuck me," she told him in a tone that would not be denied. "Fuck me, Andrew. Fuck and cum in me. I want you."

"I want you too," Andrew responded, and he began to thrust anew, gripping his new lover by her waist.

Alana moaned loudly as Andrew fucked her, truly fucked her. There was no more holding back, no more gentleness, simply their mutual need for each other's bodies. His hard, girthy shaft was like nothing she had ever experienced. His mighty cockhead relentlessly battered the very depths of her pussy, the angle of his thrusts causing him to slide right into that perfect spot over and over and over.

"Oh my God!" she babbled wildly. "Oh my God, oh my God, yes, yes, yes, yesyesyes, yesss! Don't stop Andrew! Don't fucking stop!"

As for Andrew, resigning himself to the point of no return ironically seemed to be keeping it at bay. A sort of calm settled over him as he fucked his beautiful young lover. The rapid but steady stroke of his thrusting hips were like the beat of a drum, and Alana was providing the perfect vocal accompaniment. Her pussy, though tight, seemed to accept him easily now, as though they were meant to fit together. That feeling only grew as Andrew looked down at Alana's face, her eyes glazed over with joy and her parted lips a perfect O. His heart blazed at the sight of her. He had to kiss her.

Andrew grasped Alana's face in both hands as he bent over, supporting himself on his elbows as he pressed his lips into hers. Alana moaned in delight as she kissed him back. Sparks flew, and their tongues danced sweetly together. Though the angle prevented him from fucking her as deeply as before, the sheer emotional connection they now shared was the final push they both needed.

"I'm cumming!" Andrew announced.

"Do it! Cum in me, Andrew!" Alana wailed. "Cum in my pussy! Give it to meeeeyaaaaaahhhh!"

Alana cried out in ecstasy as Andrew pushed himself back up, slammed his cock as deep as he could go into Alana's sweltering pussy, and exploded. His cock throbbed as jet after jet after heavy jet of his thick cum was pumped through his shaft into the welcoming depths of his teenaged lover. Andrew wasn't certain he had ever cum this much before, or for this long. For Alana, every pulse of the older man's shaft seemed to stretch her pussy even more. She trembled beneath Andrew, her leglock the only thing holding them together as a powerful, multi-layered orgasm rippled through her young body. Her screams of pleasure reached their peak, then finally died as Andrew kept himself pressed inside her until his cock finally went limp.

Groaning, Andrew pulled out, Alana's legs no longer holding him, and slumped onto his side next to her before instinctively pulling the young woman in for a cuddle. The two said nothing for a little while as they caught their breath. Andrew held Alana tight, stroking her hair while she nuzzled needily into his chest. Post-nut clarity came on in a low rush. He had fucked a teenager, his daughter's friend no less, and he had cum in her unprotected as far as he knew. And yet he felt no regrets. They had both wanted this, and he was prepared to face whatever came next.

"Wow," Alana finally said. "Wow, that was... holy shit. Andrew, I think you just completely ruined me for boys my age," she laughed.

"Good," Andrew replied confidently. "Because those boys have no business sniffing around my new girlfriend."

Alana looked up at him when he said that, her eyes shining with joy. Andrew smiled back at her. Neither said anything else. They didn't need to. The formal details could wait. Instead, Alana slid up to kiss her new older boyfriend, and he happily kissed her right back.

* * *

Meanwhile, outside Andrew's bedroom door, Maddi finally unclasped her hand from her mouth and allowed herself to breathe. Her other hand slowly slid from beneath her panties, which would need to be changed in any event.

Holy shit, she thought. Fuck, that was hot.

It hadn't been her initial intent to listen in on her Daddy and best friend, let alone what she did right there on the floor. Yet here she was.

The room had gone quiet now. Maddi wondered what her father and Alana must be thinking. Then the timer on her phone started to buzz.

Oh crap, the lasagna!

Maddi quickly got to her feet and hurried back to the kitchen, returning only briefly to wipe up the puddle she'd left with paper towels.

* * *

Nobody said anything at dinner about what had just happened. Maddi and Alana shared a few knowing looks, but overall it was a perfectly typical Father's Day dinner for Andrew. The lasagna was delicious, and both girls kissed him on the cheeks when they presented him with a towering Father's Day cupcake that was about two-thirds icing. After dinner, they sat down to watch a movie, with both girls innocently cuddling Andrew on either side. One might almost suspect the whole business of fucking his daughter's best friend was just a vivid dream.

But then the movie ended, and after Alana texted her mom to let her know she'd be staying the night at Maddi's, instead of joining Maddi in her room, Alana wordlessly followed Andrew to his. They made love again that night, or at least they did at first. By the end, Andrew was fucking his new girlfriend doggystyle, his strong hands gripping that gorgeous black booty he had so admired, while Alana begged her new boyfriend to fuck her senseless. Their passionate cries echoed throughout the house. When the two lovers finally lay down to sleep, Maddi had already passed out in her own bed with her pajamas around her ankles and a wet spot spreading on her sheets.

It wasn't until the two girls were on the bus to school the next morning that Maddi finally broke the silence.

"So... Are you going to be my new stepmom?" she asked cheekily.

"Oh God," Alana buried her face in her hands, but smiled back eventually. "I mean, we haven't really talked about anything like that yet, but... I love him, Maddi."

"I know you do," Maddi said warmly. "He loves you too, Alana, I know he does. And I love you both!"

The two friends shared a tight, meaningful hug. Alana was happy, but Maddi was happier. Everything was going perfectly.

Throughout the summer that followed, Alana spent almost everyday with Maddi and Andrew, but mostly Andrew. Maddi didn't mind at all. She'd been planning this for weeks, ever since she realised that she was going to university halfway across the country while Alana was staying in town. The prospect of leaving home and leaving her Daddy all alone was bad enough, but the thought that she might lose touch with her best friend too was almost too much to bear... and then the perfect solution occurred to her. Now Andrew had a new girlfriend to love and to love him in return, and Alana would now always be a part of Maddi's family.

By summer's end, Andrew and Alana were openly dating, enduring the odd looks that frequently followed the sight of a beautiful black teenage girl hanging on the arm of a handsome middle-aged white man. There were tearful goodbyes when Maddi left for university, but she was secure in the knowledge that her father and friend were mutually in good hands.

When Maddi returned home for Thanksgiving, Alana's mom hosted, having cautiously come around to the idea that her daughter had found a good man, however unorthodox.

By Christmas, Alana had moved in with Andrew, and the three had a wonderful Christmas morning together as a family.

And when the next Father's Day finally rolled around, there was a lot to celebrate. Not only Andrew's fatherhood to Maddi, but also his and Alana's anniversary, and finally the joyous announcement that Maddi was going to be a big sister.

Maddi helped her father pick out a ring.

FIN