Summer With My Dad’s Best Friend

John gives me a weak smile and nods.

I’m not all that messed up over the split anymore. I want to tell him that when seeing the pitying look on his face. The only thing that still hurts is knowing I’d been lied to for so long. I’m glad my ex is gone. She’s off traveling the world with her new sugar-daddy who looks like a shriveled up potato with grease-slicked hair. Money was all she ever cared about. Didn’t seem to matter that she got the money at the expense of her family. Whatever makes her happy, I guess. And as long as she stops trying to come after me.

It’s silent at the table except for the continued bickering of my daughters. I can tell John’s wife is uncomfortable with him bringing up the subject; she was a friend of my ex-wife’s after all. I’m sure she’ll probably get on him about it later. I was afraid they would remain friends after the divorce and that would put a rift between me and John, but her loyalties fell on me. I’m sure John probably had something to do with that, which I’m thankful for.

I’m surprised when I hear Jenny’s soft voice beside me. “That’s awful that your ex-wife did that to you,” she says. She looks directly at me and for a moment I get lost in those stormy eyes again, the way I did when she was on top of me when we were playing football. I can’t help but appreciate the concern and kindness in her eyes and in her voice. For someone so young, there’s a maturity there that my daughters and most girls their age lack. Jenny is different.

“Why don’t we change the subject,” I say, not wanting to talk about my ex anymore. I don’t want to bring the mood down, and right now, all I can think about is Jenny.

After dinner I sit and have a few beers with John until his wife announces that she’s taking the kids to go see an outdoor movie in town and wants us to go. I politely decline. Sitting down and watching a movie when all I can do is think about Jenny will be nearly impossible. Maybe if I can get sometime alone, I can finally talk myself out of this crazy notion that something might happen between us during this vacation.

When the others leave, I head down to the lake. It’s almost dark. The sunset turns the sky different shades of orange and pink. It reflects off the glassy water and looks like something out of a dream. It’s a beautiful view, but not even close to the thing of beauty I spot over by the docks. Jenny stands next to the water in a different bikini than she wore during the football game. This one is white with little flowers on it. The bottoms are so small I can practically see her pubic bone, and the only thing keeping them on are the little ties on the side. The top part of the suit is made up of small triangles of fabric just wide enough to cover her areola and nipples, and the rest is string as thin as dental floss. Her legs are long and slender. Their length makes her look taller than she is.

She dips her toes into the water as I approach her from behind. Damn, her ass looks good, her soft cheeks poking out the sides. Each cheek is the perfect size to cup my hands around.

My dick stirs the closer I get. I can smell her skin as I step up behind her. With a deep breath, I touch her shoulder. She startles, and I grab hold of her before she can fall into the water. She yelps but then starts to laugh when she sees it’s me.

“You scared me,” she says with the cutest giggle I’ve ever heard. I’m still holding her in my arms and all I want is to pull her closer to me. Instead, I step away and let her go. She looks almost disappointed.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to make you jump,” I say. “Why aren’t you out with the others watching the movie?”

She shrugs. “It’s a horror movie. I’m not really into those. Life can be scary enough without finding more things to fear.”

She really is a bright girl, mature for her age. And I realize it’s not just her young, tight body that I’m attracted to, but her personality too. She’s always been the kind of person that you could have a deeper conversation with. Every time I ever talked to her, she would pop off with some deep revelation of the world around her or say something of surprising substance and intelligence.

And while I can appreciate that intellectual side of her, right now it’s her body that’s speaking to me. She turns to face me with one hand on her hip and the other toying with the string holding her bottoms on. She tugs at one and the corner of her mouth lifts into a playful smile. She knows what she’s doing to me. With the bulge in my pants completely unhidden by the tightness of my board shorts, she has to see exactly the effect she’s having on me. There’s no masking it. She keeps glancing down at my cock so I know she sees it. Her little smile is also a pretty clear indicator.