Summer With My Dad’s Best Friend

I try to hold back but I can’t. As my orgasm slams into me, my grip loosens on Ben’s cock. He grabs my hand and wraps his around mine, using my hand to jerk himself off, doing all the work by stroking himself while I’m distracted by the hurricane of bliss rolling through me.

It’s only seconds before he’s getting off too. His cock grows rigid, harder than I think a cock is capable of, just before shooting his load. The warm, sticky mess it makes beneath the covers coats my fingers.

We’re staring into each other’s eyes, and he’s about to say something when I hear my mother’s voice upstairs. I pull my hand out from under the covers and wipe it on my t-shirt, leaving a streak of cum across my breasts.

“Jenny, are you down there?” my mom calls out. Her steps are heavy as she comes down the steps.

I dart into the kitchen before she can see me standing over Ben. I’m not sure what he’s doing. Maybe pretending to be asleep. I don’t stick around to find out. It was too close of a call for my comfort.

“Yeah Mom, I’m making pancakes for everyone. Hope you’re hungry.”

“That sounds wonderful, honey.”

Great. Now I’m stuck making breakfast. I don’t mind too much though, because while I’m busy making breakfast, I have the time alone to replay what happened between me and Ben in my head. The feel of his cock was divine. I’ve never touched one before. I’ve seen plenty on Instagram and other social media stuff, but it felt different than I was expecting, and it was WAY bigger than I was expecting too. I’m sort of addicted. I just want to touch it again.

* * *

I was hoping to have the kitchen to myself to think about Ben, but I guess that’s not going to happen. My mom comes into the room and is delighted to see me making pancakes the way she taught me. Not from the box, but from scratch and with real blue berries, not those canned things in the syrup.

My heart continues to pound. I’ve never touched a man like that before and it was exhilarating. My thighs are still sticky from my orgasm.

Walking around the kitchen island, I lean over to take a peek at Ben. He gets up and walks into the bathroom. He must have slipped his boxers on under the covers and is going to clean himself up. I smile knowing I did that to him. I’d been so worried I was doing something wrong, but clearly I wasn’t.

When he returns, he walks into the kitchen, yawning and stretching as if he’d just woken up. I can feel my cheeks burning, and when my mom isn’t looking, he smiles and winks at me. My mom goes to wake up the boys, and while she’s gone, it’s just me and Ben in the kitchen. While I make pancakes, he goes behind me and does the dishes. He asks about college and all the things I plan to do while I’m there. He’s always been so easy to talk to. I try not to think about what it would be like to do this with Ben every morning, make breakfast and talk about the future. But I can’t help it. It’s nice and I would love for his face to be the first thing I see in the morning, every morning.

Stop Jenny, I chide myself. I can’t be thinking like that. What Ben and I are doing would never be accepted by our families. I start to wonder if I should keep up this secret affair the whole vacation or if I should stop now before things get too far. Not just with the physical stuff, but with the feelings as well. I can’t let myself fall for him.

5

Jenny

Later in the afternoon, we all decide to hike up to the falls. We go there every time we come to the cabin. I get dressed and put on my boots. It’s a long walk. Ben and my parents walk ahead of us to watch for the rattlesnakes that sometimes lounge around on the sunny spots of the trails. There are warning signs about them everywhere, but I’ve never actually seen one. The boys walk in the middle so they don’t fall behind. Tulip and Annie and I walk in the back so we can gossip and talk without the parents eavesdropping.

“I think I found the perfect guy for you on Tinder,” Tulip says.

I look at her, confused at first. I’d been watching Ben walk and not paying any attention to the conversation going on around me. Apparently, we were talking about Tinder and boys and getting me laid for the first time while we’re on vacation. I’d all but abandoned that thought now that Ben and I have been messing around. There’s no way I can lose my virginity to some random young guy now. Just the thought of it disgusts me.