Summer With My Dad’s Best Friend

She wipes the sweat beading on her brow. “It’s still hot out despite the sun going down,” she says.

“It’s going to be a hot summer.”

“I hope so,” she says. When she pulls her hair up off her shoulders, the bottoms of her breasts show beneath the triangles of fabric and my dick is so hard it hurts. “Those are my favorite kind of summers.”

She keeps fidgeting, moving her body whichever way she can to show as much skin as possible. She might think she’s being subtle about it, but I see all of her tricks. The girl knows exactly how to get a man’s attention and she’s brilliant at it.

If she wants my attention, she’s going to get it. I just hope she’s ready for just how much I plan to give her.

I step closer until our bodies are almost touching. She takes in a deep, shuddering breath. “You like things hot and sticky?” I ask her.

She’s all flustered, fighting a giggle and looking up at me with those beautiful eyes. It’s endearing and at the same time sexy as hell. Even though the sun has practically set, I can still see the blush in her cheeks.

“That’s a bold question, don’t you think?” she says with a flirty tone to her voice.

“No, but this one is.” I raise my eyebrows and ask, “Were you trying to see me naked earlier when I was changing in the bathroom?” I’m standing so close to her now that my body casts a shadow over hers.

She chokes off laughter.

I continue when it seems like she might not admit to it. “Unless I’m crazy, you’re giving me every sign that you want me. That’s a dangerous game to play if you aren’t serious.”

She stands taller, pushing her chest against mine. “If you had been paying attention, you’d know I always play to win. I don’t know if you noticed, but I nearly took you out during football.”

I start to laugh. This girl is going to ruin me. I loop my hand with hers, braiding our fingers together. Her pulse quickens beneath my palm.

“I must be insane,” I say.

“Why? We haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Not yet,” I say.

She opens her mouth to speak and I cover her lips with mine, kissing them softly. But inside I’m struggling to do so much more. I want my hands to roam all over her, study every part of her skin.

She’s stunned at first and I’m afraid she won’t kiss me back, but then I feel her tongue slide across my bottom lip and into my mouth. She tastes like fruit candy, and I want to devour her, but her gentle tongue is too perfect for me to give into my desires. How can a simple kiss turn me on more than any other sexual encounter I’ve ever had?

I pull away, afraid I’ll tear that bikini off and have my way with her right here on the dock.

I look her in the eyes to see her reaction, and all I can see is happiness and something on the verge of excitement.

“You don’t think this is wrong?” I ask.

Her voice comes out in a whisper. “No. Do you?”

“I don’t know yet, I’m still deciding,” I say.

“Let me help,” she says and wraps her arms around my neck and lifts up onto the tips of her toes to kiss me again. Her warm body presses against mine. I groan when I feel her hard nipples touch my chest, and louder when she pushes against my hard-on. My cock throbs with longing. I want to know how it feels to sink deep into her tight pussy.

Her lips move to my neck and she kisses my throat.

“We could get caught,” I tell her, trying to hold onto some semblance of rational thought, but honestly, right now, it’s so difficult to care about anything else going on around me. We could have a full audience for all I care in this moment. “I guarantee if other people see us, they won’t have trouble deciding if this is wrong or not,” I say.

She stops kissing my neck for a moment, but keeps her lips touching my skin when she speaks. “I don’t care,” she insists.

I seem to be struggling with this far more than she is. Maybe it’s her youth that makes her so careless. The repercussions of this kind of affair will fall harder on me than they will on her. People will think I’ve taken advantage of her, despite her being an adult and being fully capable of making her own decisions.

John’s voice rings out in the distance, calling out to his son. Jenny and I jump away from each other out of instinct. Clearly both of us are terrified of the repercussions after all. Especially when it comes to her dad and my best friend. We give each other the same look that has regret written all over it.