Straight Male / 45
Conflicted
I've been having a relationship with my friend's daughter for the past few months. She is 19 and I'm 43. No romance, just sex.
I've known her since she was a little girl of about 10-11 years old. She was just a short, thin tomboy and completely unremarkable in any way. Her dad would host barbecues on a pretty regular basis so I was over there frequently (its only about two blocks away). Over the years as she got older she started filling out. This I did notice, but obviously kept my hands to myself. In her senior year of high school (right about when she turned 18) she was going to a dance at the school. I was sitting in the tv room with her dad having some beers when she came in to tell him her date was running late. She had on this short white skirt that barely covered her ass. Two of the most perfectly toned legs were on full display. I took one glance at her and was blown away. That is when my problem really began. She sat in a chair in the room and we just kept on drinking and watching tv, me all the while looking at those legs. I just couldn't help it.
Over the months I would find just about any reason to come by the house, just so I could get a nice long look at her. I'd steal long lingering glances at her that only served to get me horny. She was on the school's soccer team and she was always wearing a baggy uniform and was usually in a sweatshirt at home, so I had no real idea how good she looked.
She graduated and moved on to college and had to come home mid-semester due to the pandemic and did the rest of the semester from home. I had managed to pretty much put her out of my mind when she was gone and things went back to normal until I saw her. Now, she's 19, long brown hair, absolutely perfect body. She had turned into a woman on me. My stupid made-up reasons to drop by the house started cropping up again. I'd do just about anything to see her and thats all I did. The semester ended and the weather got much warmer and she started her morning runs through the neighborhood again. I've worked out of the house for years so I'm always home.
One day the doorbell rang followed by a knock at the door. I opened it and it was her. Her face was red from training. She was sweaty. Her hair was a mess. She was beautiful. She asked if she could come in and I let her like a dummy. I had her come to the kitchen and got her a bottle of water from the fridge and asked her how things were going. We just stood in the kitchen for a couple of minutes chit-chatting about nothing in particular. She changed the subject and came over and stood closer to me and told me that she had noticed me looking at her the night of the dance. Her words: "I know you look at me." Not knowing how to respond I just backed away a little and up against the countertop. "Yeah it was a pretty dress," I said dismissively and told her I needed to get back to work. She walked up to me and pressed herself against me, looked up at me, and said "I like the way you look at me."
That got me hard and she had to have felt that since she was basically on me. She put her hand there and I tensed up not knowing what to do. She closed her hand around it as she looked down at it then looked up at me again and said "Its ok". I didn't need any more prompting and leaned over and kissed her. The next thing I know I've taken her hand and pulled her down the hall to a spare bedroom and I'm sitting on the foot of the bed watching her take her clothes off. I didn't think I could get any harder but I did. She finally got them all off and came close to me, bent over and touch my crotch again and said "This I gotta see." I stood up and she knelt down, unzipped my pants and pulled them and my undershorts down and without saying a word, grabbed me and put me in her mouth. The rest was a blur.
She comes by and sees me twice a week. Always dressed up like she is going for a run. We started using my master bedroom and the sex is phenomenal. I can't get enough of her. My conflict is that I've known this girl since was in the fifth grade. Her dad and I played softball together for years. He obviously would not like me being with his "little girl". I hoped she would go back to college this fall and it would remove the temptation, but of course, her school went all online for the fall semester, so we didn't stop.
I'm hooked on her and she knows it. She'd never tell, but still has a level of control over me. When we are all together she gives me these little smirks when she can tell I'm horny for her. She sometimes leaves her panties at my house, probably just to tease me. I "use" them in-between visits.
I hate it. The lying, the sneaking around, the guilt, the possibility of losing a really good friend. I have to stop, but even the sound of my doorbell gets me hard now. I know what's on the other side. That perfect body. The fact that she does whatever I want sexually. The thrill of being so dishonest. Collectively, it's all just too much to overcome.
It's not going to end well. Part of me doesn't care as long as I continue to get to have her. This is messed up.
Omar
I've known her since she was a little girl of about 10-11 years old. She was just a short, thin tomboy and completely unremarkable in any way. Her dad would host barbecues on a pretty regular basis so I was over there frequently (its only about two blocks away). Over the years as she got older she started filling out. This I did notice, but obviously kept my hands to myself. In her senior year of high school (right about when she turned 18) she was going to a dance at the school. I was sitting in the tv room with her dad having some beers when she came in to tell him her date was running late. She had on this short white skirt that barely covered her ass. Two of the most perfectly toned legs were on full display. I took one glance at her and was blown away. That is when my problem really began. She sat in a chair in the room and we just kept on drinking and watching tv, me all the while looking at those legs. I just couldn't help it.
Over the months I would find just about any reason to come by the house, just so I could get a nice long look at her. I'd steal long lingering glances at her that only served to get me horny. She was on the school's soccer team and she was always wearing a baggy uniform and was usually in a sweatshirt at home, so I had no real idea how good she looked.
She graduated and moved on to college and had to come home mid-semester due to the pandemic and did the rest of the semester from home. I had managed to pretty much put her out of my mind when she was gone and things went back to normal until I saw her. Now, she's 19, long brown hair, absolutely perfect body. She had turned into a woman on me. My stupid made-up reasons to drop by the house started cropping up again. I'd do just about anything to see her and thats all I did. The semester ended and the weather got much warmer and she started her morning runs through the neighborhood again. I've worked out of the house for years so I'm always home.
One day the doorbell rang followed by a knock at the door. I opened it and it was her. Her face was red from training. She was sweaty. Her hair was a mess. She was beautiful. She asked if she could come in and I let her like a dummy. I had her come to the kitchen and got her a bottle of water from the fridge and asked her how things were going. We just stood in the kitchen for a couple of minutes chit-chatting about nothing in particular. She changed the subject and came over and stood closer to me and told me that she had noticed me looking at her the night of the dance. Her words: "I know you look at me." Not knowing how to respond I just backed away a little and up against the countertop. "Yeah it was a pretty dress," I said dismissively and told her I needed to get back to work. She walked up to me and pressed herself against me, looked up at me, and said "I like the way you look at me."
That got me hard and she had to have felt that since she was basically on me. She put her hand there and I tensed up not knowing what to do. She closed her hand around it as she looked down at it then looked up at me again and said "Its ok". I didn't need any more prompting and leaned over and kissed her. The next thing I know I've taken her hand and pulled her down the hall to a spare bedroom and I'm sitting on the foot of the bed watching her take her clothes off. I didn't think I could get any harder but I did. She finally got them all off and came close to me, bent over and touch my crotch again and said "This I gotta see." I stood up and she knelt down, unzipped my pants and pulled them and my undershorts down and without saying a word, grabbed me and put me in her mouth. The rest was a blur.
She comes by and sees me twice a week. Always dressed up like she is going for a run. We started using my master bedroom and the sex is phenomenal. I can't get enough of her. My conflict is that I've known this girl since was in the fifth grade. Her dad and I played softball together for years. He obviously would not like me being with his "little girl". I hoped she would go back to college this fall and it would remove the temptation, but of course, her school went all online for the fall semester, so we didn't stop.
I'm hooked on her and she knows it. She'd never tell, but still has a level of control over me. When we are all together she gives me these little smirks when she can tell I'm horny for her. She sometimes leaves her panties at my house, probably just to tease me. I "use" them in-between visits.
I hate it. The lying, the sneaking around, the guilt, the possibility of losing a really good friend. I have to stop, but even the sound of my doorbell gets me hard now. I know what's on the other side. That perfect body. The fact that she does whatever I want sexually. The thrill of being so dishonest. Collectively, it's all just too much to overcome.
It's not going to end well. Part of me doesn't care as long as I continue to get to have her. This is messed up.
Omar
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# 47690 - by Omar / October 14, 2020
