Sarah - My Daughter's Friend

MY DAUGHTER'S FRIEND

CHAPTER 1

My name is Tony. I am a 40 year old father of 2. My wife Amber is also 40. Our daughter Felicity is 19 and is a freshman in college at Princeton. Our son Travis is a senior in high school. I am an electrical engineer and Amber is a nurse. We make good money and live in an upscale neighborhood. We both play golf, swim, hike, camp, and love sports cars. I drive a Jaguar XKE. Amber drives a Mazda Miata. We got Felicity a Karmann Ghia when she left for college. Travis is more of a truck guy and drives a '72 K10 Chevy.

Amber and I went to visit Felicity a couple of months ago. Travis stayed with Amber's parents. We drove down and got a motel room for the weekend. There was a football game that night and Felicity is a cheerleader. So we went to the game and watched her do her routine. They won the game 21 to 14. After the game Felicity introduced us to the rest of the cheerleading squad. We asked her if she'd like to go out for pizza and she said she'd love to but that her and some of the other girls usually went out together. Amber said, "They're welcome to come, too. Unless you'd rather be with them instead of us. And we understand if you do."

They all said, "Sure. That sounds good." There were 6 of them that were going. The rest were going with the team or out with their boyfriends. I'm one of those guys who find cheerleaders very sexy so I loved being with them. They were very pretty girls, around 19 or 20. And all wearing their cheerleader outfits showing off their gorgeous legs. We found seats at the pizza place and ordered. I got a beer, everybody else got soft drinks. Amber and I both went to the restroom. As we were coming back we heard one of the girls say to Felicity, "Dude, your Dad is hot. I mean, he's a real DILF."

I nudged Amber with my elbow and said, "See? I still got it. I've been telling you you're married to a smokin' hot guy."

She rolled her eyes and said, "Don't let it go to your head."

And we heard Felicity say, "Ewww!"

CHAPTER 2

We dropped Felicity and her friend Sarah off at their sorority afterwards. Sarah is Felicity's roommate and best friend. The others rode in one of the girl's cars. We made plans to come back the next day, Saturday, to see her room and get a tour of the campus.

We arrived at 10 AM. and texted to let her know we were there. She told us her room number how to get there. On the way there we passed a lot of girls in the hallways. Some were wrapped in towels coming from the shower, some were dressed, but pretty skimpily. We saw one we recognized from the previous night. "Oh, Hi Mr. and Mrs. Dickinson."

We both said hi but neither of us remembered her name. Amber said, "I'm sorry. But I don't remember your name. There were too many of you girls last night to keep you straight."

"Charlotte," the girl said. But as she was saying it she was looking at me. Her eyes travelled up and down my body. I could tell from her look that she found me attractive and I wondered if she was the one that made the comment last night. I liked the way she looked at me. I wondered if this is how women feel when guys look at them lustfully. They act like they are offended by it but I always figured they liked it but didn't want to admit it. When we went on our way Amber rolled her eyes at me and said, "Quite the stud, aren't you?"

"I've been telling you and you wouldn't listen," I joked. "You'd better treat me right or one of these pretty young things are liable to snatch me away from you."

"Dream on," she said.

We arrived at Felicity's door and knocked. She let us in and showed us around. Not that there was much to see. It was just one room with 2 beds and a partition between them. There was a bathroom but they shared a shower down the hall. It was nice enough. Sarah was there, also. We invited both girls to go out to lunch and to go shopping if there was anything they needed. Sarah declined, saying that should be our time with Felicity. Amber excused herself to use the restroom. While she was in the bathroom and Felicity was getting her stuff together I asked Sarah, "Are you sure you don't want to join us?"

She looked at me with much the same look Charlotte had in the hallway, smiled, and said, "Well, on second thought, it might be fun. If you're sure you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all. I love being in the company of 3 very beautiful young ladies."

She blushed and Felicity said, "Dad. Behave."

We took the girls shopping first and got Felicity some supplies and a couple of things she needed. Sarah said she didn't need anything. She probably did but didn't want us paying for it. While Felicity and Amber were shopping Sarah and I hung out together and talked. I learned she is from Virginia, an only child, her dad works in a factory, her mother is a housekeeper at a hotel, and she is studying to be an interior designer. She's a very pretty girl. Tall, almost as tall as me, which is 5' 11'. I'd guess she weighs around 120. She has long blonde hair, as do most of the girls I saw at the college. Seems to be the color of choice there. She has a nice figure, although she could probably stand to gain a few pounds. Not rail thin, but the kind of girl I say could stand to eat a hamburger or 2. She was pretty flirty with me when the others weren't around, and I loved it and flirted right back. Then we all went to a small diner and had lunch.

We took Felicity out for dinner that evening. Sarah had a date. We dropped Felicity off at her sorority about 10 and went to our hotel. We went home the next day.

CHAPTER 3

Felicity was coming home for a visit a couple of months later. They had a long weekend because of a holiday. Just 3 days but she wanted to come home and see us and her friends. She asked if Sarah could come, also. That her parents weren't home but she wanted to get away from the campus for a couple of days. We told her of course she could. Felicity has a room in our house. And we have a spare bedroom that's never used. There's a little bit of stuff piled up in there that hasn't found a home yet, but there's plenty of room for Sarah to stay.

They arrived Friday night. It's about a 4 hour drive. Travis was out with his girlfriend. We all hugged and said hello. I helped carry their stuff in and Amber showed Sarah to her room. Then we sat down and visited until bedtime.

The next morning Amber and I were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee when Sarah came out of her room. She still had her pajamas on. Which consisted of lightweight shorts and a t-shirt. But she did have a robe on also. We offered her coffee and she said, "Oh God, yes. Please." Felicity came out a few minutes later. Then we fixed bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast. Then everybody went to get dressed for the day. We were in the kitchen again when Travis finally got up about 9 AM. He came out to the kitchen and Felicity introduced him to Sarah. He was embarrassed by the way he looked. He didn't know we had company. I think he kind of liked Sarah and didn't think he made a good first impression. He went immediately to get dressed and came back looking like a different person. He tried to chat up Sarah but I don't think she cares for younger guys. After a while he said he was going out with the guys.

I had a tee time at 11 at the golf course at the country club. My friend Jerome was supposed to play but he called about a quarter after 10 and said he had to cancel. His wife had gotten sick with what appeared to be the flu so he was going to stay home and take care of her. When I announced this after getting off the phone Sarah said, "Ooh. I love golf. I'll be glad to fill in if you need a partner. I won't say I'm any good but I love to play."

"Yeah. That'd be great. It'll just be you and me. We didn't have anybody else lined up. And I'm not all that good either. And I have an old set of clubs you can use."

"Sounds good. I haven't played in a while. It'll be nice to swing a club again."

Amber and Felicity said they were going to go visit Amber's parents. Felicity wanted to see them. They lived about an hour away.

Before we started I offered to buy her some golf wear. She was wearing tight jeans and those aren't good for golfing. Too restrictive to get a good swing. She said that wasn't necessary but I insisted and she finally gave in. I said, "It's a shame you don't have your cheerleader outfit with you. You could wear that. Plus, you look really good in it, too."

"Oh. You're one of those. Old guys who ogle young girls in cheerleader outfits"

"Sorry. Guilty as charged."

"I'm just kidding. Thank you for saying I look good."

We went to a women's clothing store and she picked out what she wanted and changed in the dressing room. She looked fantastic. I told her to turn so I could see what she looked like. She had picked out one of those really short golf skirts you see ladies wearing in the tournaments. It was black and orange, much like her cheerleader outfit. Her top was a white tank top. I was afraid I was going to be distracted by her long, beautiful legs and perky breasts. And I was.

Turns out she's a pretty decent golfer. She beat me by 4 strokes. But I'm going to blame it on being distracted by her. And that's what I told her. We had a great time. We joked and cut up and learned a little more about each other. I found out then that her father was abusive to her and her mother. Verbally mostly, but some violence. She didn't have a good relationship with either of them and that's the real reason she didn't go home. And we flirted. All harmless fun. After the game we had lunch at the restaurant there at the country club. I had a steak and a baked potato. She had a salad. I teased her about needing to eat a hamburger. "What?" she asked. "I ain't that skinny. I need to lose a few more pounds."

"You got to be kidding me! You lose any more you'd blow away. But all kidding aside, you do look really, really good. Please don't lose any more. You are perfect just the way you are."

"Thank you. I guess all women think they're fat. But I do know what you mean. I see some, men and women both, that are too skinny. And they don't look good."

"No. They don't. But you do. You're NOT too skinny. I was just teasing you."

"I know you were."

We went home then and she changed back into her other clothes. "Awww," I said. "I liked you in your golf skirt. But you do fill out those jeans quite nicely, too."

"You need to behave. But thank you. And thank you for the new outfit. And for letting me play with you. I had a really time."

"I did too. And you can play with me anytime." And I wiggled my eyebrows and winked at her.

She blushed and said, "Better be careful. I might take you up on that. And what would you do then? Your wife might not like it."

"What she don't know won't hurt her."

"Seriously. Thank you for everything." She hugged me then and I hugged her back. We held the hug for a little bit then reluctantly, on my part anyway, we pulled apart.

CHAPTER 4

Amber called and said they were going to stay at her folks for a while and would be home probably around 9 or so. Felicity talked to Sarah and apologized for leaving her all day. Sarah told her it was fine. That she was doing just fine hanging out with me.

I said. "Well. Looks like we got the place all to ourselves. I think I might have a beer and sit out by the pool. Unless there's something you want to do."

"That sounds good. I could stand getting a little more sun on this white skin. I don't get much at school."

"We've got suntan lotion you can use. You don't want to burn. You're a little bit red now from golfing."

She looked at her arms. "Oh. I hadn't noticed. Thank you. Yeah, I'll definitely need some lotion. I'm going to go change into a pair of shorts. Be right back."

I was already wearing shorts. I had changed into them when we got home. I got the tanning lotion and a beer and waited on her. When she came back she had changed into a pair of cut off jeans shorts and a halter top and looked stunning. I watched as she put her long blonde hair in a ponytail. "Okay. All set," she said.

"Great. Do you want a beer? I know you're not old enough but I also know that a lot of kids your age drink and I'm okay with it as long as you don't tell."

"I would love a beer. I don't drink much but a beer now and then is good. And I promise I won't tell."

I reached into the fridge and handed her a cold beer. I also gave her a can koozie to put it in. Then we went out to the pool. We sat at the table under the umbrella so we wouldn't be in the direct sunlight. It was about 90 degrees today and muggy so the shade felt good. I asked if she wanted to get in the water. "I didn't bring my swimsuit. I didn't know you had a pool."

"You can always skinnydip. Just kidding. I'm sure we can find one in Felicity's room if you want. Or just get in in your shorts."

"No. I'm good. But thanks. I'm really not all that crazy about swimming. But I do like to sit by the pool, or ocean, or whatever."

"I'm the same way. I couldn't care less about getting in the water, but it's nice sitting by it for some reason."

We sat in the shade some, laid in the sun some, I had another beer, then we went in where it's cooler. She removed the tie from her ponytail and shook her head to fluff her hair around her shoulders. I ordered chinese and we had dinner in the living room watching a Tom Hanks movie. Something else I learned. We're both Tom Hanks fans. We paused the movie and cleaned up from our meal. We sat back down to resume the movie but started talking. She said, I'm having a really good time here. I'm jealous of Felicity for having such a great family. Is that wrong of me?"

"No. Not at all. I'm sorry you had such a sucky childhood. But I'm glad to see that you're breaking free from all that. And you're welcome here anytime. If you want to come when you have breaks from school or whatever. We'd love to have you."

"Aww. That's so sweet. It's gonna make me cry." And she did look like she was tearing up.

"Oh. Hey. No need for that." We were sitting beside one another and I pulled her in to hug her and hopefully keep her from crying. She put her arms around me and we sat that way for a minute. Then she pulled back and looked into my eyes. She leaned in then and kissed me. I was surprised and didn't react immediately. Then I pulled away.

"Oh God," she said. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I guess I just got so emotional that I lost control. I wasn't thinking clearly. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. These things happen. And it wasn't unpleasant. Truth be told, I liked it. It's not often, or ever, that I get kissed by a beautiful young lady such as yourself. Other than my wife, of course."

"Thank you."

"Tell you what. Why don't I get us another beer? If you want one that is. Then we'll finish watching the movie. What do you think?"

"Yeah. Sounds good. And, yeah, 1 more beer sounds good. Then that's my limit. Cut me off."

"You got it." I got us each a beer, sat back down, and hit resume on the remote. I tried to watch the movie but I couldn't stop thinking about how Sarah's lips felt against mine. And I was keenly aware of the supple young body, perky young tits, and beautiful long legs touching mine right beside me. I kept glancing sideways to look at her. And a few times I saw her doing the same thing. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her against me, thinking that if I couldn't look over at her I would be able to forget the thoughts I was having. I was wrong. She laid her head on my shoulder and then I was smelling her hair and feeling it against my cheek.

After about 15 minutes of this torture I lifted my arm from her shoulders and pulled it back to myself. She sat up and turned towards me and asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Not really. All I can think about is kissing you again."

"Then do it."

I sat there not doing anything briefly. Then I leaned towards her, put my hands on the sides of her face and kissed her. I saw her close her eyes when our lips met. I kissed her lips in short pecks. At first. Then I mashed my lips against hers and kissed her more passionately. I felt her tongue touch my lips and I pushed my tongue out to meet hers. Our tongues did a dance and we both moaned with pleasure. I put one of my hands behind her head and held her lips against mine as we continued kissing.

Then I abruptly stopped and pulled away."Oh fuck! What am I doing? I can't be doing this. I'm a married man. Happily married. I'm so, so sorry, Sarah. I never should have given in to my desires. It's wrong. And I led you on. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I liked it. A lot. That's the best I've ever been kissed. And I'm the one that started it a while ago. Can I tell you a secret?"

"Depends."

"When you visited Felicity and we all went out for pizza? I told her then that I thought you were hot. I said you were a DILF. So I didn't mind kissing you at all. In fact I wanted to. Still do."

"That was you that said that? I heard it but didn't know who said it. It made me feel good."

"Yeah, that was me. Now I'm embarrassed. I didn't know you heard."

"It's okay. Like I said, it made me feel good. Anyway. I think you're hot, too. Really, REALLY hot!"

"Thank you. You're a good kisser. And I still think you're a DILF."

"Sarah. I... uhh... I mean... I... I... I don't know what I mean. Fuck it. Can I kiss you again?"

"Please do."

We started kissing again. Her lips felt heavenly against mine and tasted like a fine wine. Our arms were around each other and my hands caressed the bare skin of her back below her halter top. After a bit I pulled my lips from hers and slid them down to her neck. She tilted her head to allow me to kiss all over her neck and shoulder. She ran her fingers through my hair as I did. I kissed upwards and put my tongue in her ear. She giggled and squirmed. I kissed around to her nose, up to her forehead, down to her cheek. And landed on her lips again. As we continued kissing I brought my hand around and up to her breast. When I squeezed it she breathed in deeply and pushed her chest towards my hand. She let her breath out with a sigh and I continued caressing her breast and kissing her. I felt like a teenager making out on my parent's couch.

The thought that I was cheating was in the back of my mind, but it got lost in my lust. As I continued kissing her, and feeling her tits, my other hand went around back and found the tie holding her halter top on. I pulled one side of the tie and it came loose. I worked the two halves apart and the top dropped to her waist. I now had access to her bare tits. I pulled back from her lips to see if she was okay with what I had done. She just looked into my eyes and didn't say a word. I brought both of my hands up to fondle her tits and she closed her eyes and laid her head back, taking in another deep breath. I leaned over and kissed each of her breasts in turn. They were exquisite. They stood high and proud. No sag at all. The nipples were hard and pointed upwards. Oh, the joy of young breasts. I took a nipple between my lips and suckled it while caressing the other one. She held my head in her hands and made cooing noises. While I continued kissing, sucking, and fondling her, I also maneuvered her to a lying position on the couch.

I slid one hand down to her leg and rubbed up and down her upper thigh. I brought my hand up between her legs and gently touched the crotch of her shorts. Her legs parted slightly and she pushed her crotch up towards my hand. I took that as a sign to proceed. I was on my knees straddling her legs. I lowered my lips to her breasts again and was sucking and kissing them as I found the clasp of her shorts with my fingers. They were tight and I had difficulty getting it undone. I raised up and brought both of my hands down to unbuckle her shorts. I also used this opportunity to glance at the clock. 6:45. Plenty of time. I used both hands to pull the sides of her shorts together enough to get the clasp undone. Then I slid the zipper down as she watched. I started kissing her again and worked my hand into her open shorts to feel her vagina. But they were still too restrictive and I couldn't get in far enough. So I went back down, grasped the waist of her shorts in both hands and, with some effort and some help from her, slid them down and off. I looked at her laying there for a moment. Topless, in a pair of skimpy, red, lacy, transparent panties. I could see that she had a little patch of hair just above her pussy, black it looked like. Dear God! She looked so sexy and so hot.

I was still on my knees at her feet. So I raised her legs and started kissing back and forth on them. Starting at her ankles and working my way upwards. When I got to her knees I lowered her legs and she kept them bent up at the knees. I kissed her inner thighs on both sides, getting closer and closer to home base. She laid there moaning, sighing, occasionally giggling, and watching me. When I got to her crotch I breathed in her scent. I love the smell of aroused pussy, and I was not disappointed. She smelled heavenly. I kissed all around her pubic region, teasing her, and getting her hotter. Along the leg bands of her panties on each side, along the waistband, and on the patch of hair under her panties. She raised her hips towards my mouth trying to get me to make contact with the center of her desire. And Lord knows I wanted to.

At last I kissed directly on her pussy lips beneath her panties. She screamed and raised her hips up off of the couch and grabbed my head to pull it into her crotch. I kissed through her panties for a minute and ran my tongue over her cameltoe. After torturing myself and her for as long as either of us could stand I slid her panties down her legs and off. I dived right in and started kissing, licking, and tonguing her very hot, very wet, and very tasty pussy. She held my head in her hands, raised her pelvis up to meet my mouth, and moaned and squealed. I heard her saying, "Oh fuck. That's so good. Yes. Put that tongue in there. Yes. Just like that. Yeeaahh. So good."

I found her clit with my tongue and sucked it in between my lips. I sucked on it like I had done to her nipples. She clamped her legs around my neck and screamed. "YES!!" I bit down on it lightly and she started gushing. I mean, literally gushing. Her juices shot out just like mine do. I opened my mouth to catch as much as I could. I got some but a lot of it went all over my face. I tasted it and it was wonderful.

I raised up and wiped my face with my hand. I went up and kissed her. Then I said, "You taste wonderful. Can you taste yourself on my lips?"

"Yes. I like it. But I want to taste you." I stood up, kicked my shoes off, and started taking my shirt off while she was undoing my pants. When she pulled my shorts and underwear down my cock sprang out. She took it in her hand and started stroking it. She looked up at me with wide eyes and said, "Oh my God! It's huge!." It's not, but it's nice to hear. I'm about 7 inches. But maybe that's bigger than what she's seen so far. After all, she is young.

She looked at it and stroked it for a minute before leaning forward and kissing it. As soon as she did I knew I wasn't going to be able to last long, as much as I wanted to. She kissed all over it and ran her fingers lightly up and down, driving me crazy, just as I had done to her. She lifted it and licked the sensitive underside of it like an ice cream cone. "Holy fuck! That feels good. You're gonna make me cum too quick if you keep that up." She slowed down, but did keep it up. She took it into her mouth and started moving her lips along it's length as she reached underneath and caressed my balls with her soft hand. Then she reached around and grabbed my ass in her hands and pulled me into her mouth as far as she could. I felt her nose in the hair above my cock and felt the head of my dick pushing into her throat. I thought for sure she would gag but she didn't. Then she started bobbing her head back and forth, holding her lips tightly around my cock.

"I can't hold out anymore. I'm gonna cum! Shit! Oh my God! Here it comes!" I started blasting. She pulled back to where just the head of my dick was between her lips and stroked the rest of it with her hand as I shot my load into her mouth. She took it all in and swallowed it without losing a drop. She continued licking me until I stopped shooting and started deflating. Then she laid back. "Holy Mother Of God!" I said. "That was the best blowjob I ever had. And I ain't just saying that. It truly was. You're amazing." I sank to my knees as I said this. I was drained.

"Thank you. I try. And you taste wonderful, too." I leaned in and we kissed for a couple of minutes and I felt her body with my hand. Then she said, "I need you to fuck me. Do you want to?"

"Hell yeah, I want to!" I got between her legs on my knees and she guided my hard again cock into her opening. She was tight. Again I thought, 'Oh the joys of youth.' She was plenty wet so it wasn't hard to slide in even though she was tight. I pushed in until I was fully in, then held still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her hot pussy enveloping my cock. I gazed down at her laying there on her back with her legs spread. For me. She looked content and serene, as I was. Then I pulled back slowly until just the head of my cock was in her, then slowly back in. She moaned. I did this several times then picked up the pace a little. In and out. In and out. She clamped down on my cock with her pussy and made it even tighter. I didn't know how long I'd be able to last, but I wanted to hold out and enjoy this ecstasy as long as I could. So I pumped her for a while, then rested. Pump. And rest. As I fucked her I watched her face and was happy to see a satisfied look. And I watched her tits go around in circles as I was fucking her.

After several minutes I pulled out and pulled her up. I sat back and she straddled me. She lowered her pussy onto my shaft and started going up and down. She evidently wanted to make it last, also, because she did it slowly. Then she'd sit still for a moment. And we'd kiss. Then she sat up straighter and guided a breast into my mouth. I sucked on it and she started rotating her hips. Then she stopped for a moment again. Then started moving her hips in a backwards and forwards motion. Then she started going up and down again. Then increasing her speed and crying out. I knew she was close to cumming. "Are you ready?" she asked.

"Oh yeah. I can't hold out any longer." She clamped down with her pussy muscles and bounced up and down like she was in a bouncy house. I thrust upwards to meet her and grabbed her ass cheek in my hands. "Yeah, Baby. That's it! I'm gonna cum!!"

"Bring it on, Big Boy! I'm ready, too. Yesss! Oh my God! Oh God! Oh God! AAHHH!" She screamed as she came and I shot another massive load upwards into her gushing pussy. As she relaxed on top of me I felt hot sticky cum running all down over my crotch. She leaned forward onto me and laid her head on my shoulder, breathing hard and heart pounding. I was doing the same. I hugged her and held her until we both caught our breath and our hearts slowed down. Then we kissed.

We sat that way for a few minutes. Then she got up and reached for her clothes. I did the same. As she was dressing she said, "You're a very good lover. That was incredible."

"Thank you. It WAS incredible. But it's because of you. You're amazing. I can't believe my luck, getting to make love to such a beautiful, hot, sexy, young girl."

"It wasn't luck. I DID say you were a DILF. And I wasn't disappointed."

"Neither was I."

We finished dressing and I got some upholstery cleaner from the cleaning closet and sprayed the quite large, very wet, wet spot on the couch cushion. I dried it with a towel as best I could then flipped the cushion over.

Amber and Felicity got home at 2 hours later, at 9:30. Sarah and I were watching the rest of the movie we started earlier. Amber said, "Hey, you 2. Sorry to be gone so long. What did ya'll do?"

I answered. "You're fine. We went golfing, had lunch at the club, sat out by the pool a while, watched a movie, ordered Chinese for dinner, and now we're watching another movie. We had a good day. Or I did, anyway. I can't speak for Sarah."

"Oh yeah. It was a very good day. I enjoyed it immensely. I haven't golfed in quite a while, and it was nice hanging out in a friendly environment. It wouldn't be like that at my house. Thanks for your hospitality."

"You're welcome here anytime, Sweetie," Amber told her.

"Come on," Felicity said to Sarah, "you can tell me all about your day. I know it couldn't have been all that great hanging out with my Dad. No offense, Dad."

"None taken."