After a while of scrolling, she says, “Let’s get out of here. This is boring. I want to meet real boys.” “I don’t know …” I say hesitantly. “Come on, Hannah, it’ll be fun,” Layla says. They both look at me with pleading eyes. “Fine, but first I need to go get the rest of my clothes from the car. I need something to wear.” I go down to the car to grab the rest of my things and see Dan doing the same. He’s carrying a box up the porch steps. He’s wearing a short-sleeve t-shirt and long board shorts. The ropes of muscle in his calves flex with each step and his arms bulge with the strain of the weight of the box. I try to pick my jaw up off the floor. He’s so fucking hot, it’s hard not to stare. But I try not to when he sees me standing near the front door. He’s better looking than any guy on Tinder, and I’m far more attracted to him than any of the eighteen-year-old boys flooding my inbox. “Hey there,” he says, and sets the box down. He wipes the sweat from his brow and smiles his b
Hey kiddo,” my dad says, shattering my fantasy and bringing me back to reality. “You’re on my team.” “Great,” I say. We’re definitely going to lose. There’s no way my dad will be able to keep up with Dan, and since I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ll be pretty much useless on our team. My dad gives me a brief overview of the rules. It’s our family against theirs. Layla and Fred are far more athletic than my mom and I, so we most definitely don’t stand a chance. Oh well. It’s just a game. Wish I could convince my dad of that, but he seems to have something to prove. He stares at the other team with determination, and when he comes back into our huddle, there’s nothing but fierce determination in his eyes. This isn’t going to end well. “The only one who will be able to keep up with Dan is you, Hannah -Bean. I want you on him like white on rice,” my dad says. My cheeks heat up. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I wouldn’t mind staying on Dan all night long. “On it,” I say. Maybe flag
When I stand up, I have to use the football to hide my erection. After one more play, we go in the cabin to wash up before dinner. The girls go up to their rooms, the boys remain outside to play, and Mr Hills and Mrs Fox work on finishing dinner. I’d offer to help, but they know my skills in the kitchen are less than favorable. I go into the downstairs bathroom and run cold water in the sink, taking handfuls and washing my face. Maybe the slap of cold water will wake me up from this dream I’m having. And just maybe it will cool me down because I’m overheated after my encounter with Hannah during the football game. Every inch of my clothes and exposed skin is covered in dried mud and grass stains. I need a shower before dinner. No washcloth is a match for the mess I’ve made of myself. I should probably take a cold shower too, but I don’t think even the cold water will do enough to get rid of the hard-on raging in my shorts. If I stand any chance of getting Hannah out of my head befor
After just busting the biggest load I’ve let out in years, I would’ve thought my tank would be drained, but I guess not. I’m instantly hard again. The sudden bulge loosens my towel and I almost drop it right there in front of her. My reflexes are fast enough to catch it. She notices and lets out the most adorable little giggle. “Close one,” she says, sounding almost disappointed. Does she really want to see my cock? I’m half tempted to just drop the towel and see how she reacts. But that is too risky with so many other people in the house. “Too close,” II grab my clothes from my suitcase and go back into the bathroom, conveniently not shutting the door all the way. I leave it open a crack, and I can see through the mirror that she’s watching me, though I don’t think she realizes I can see her as well. I drop my towel and my hard prick stands at attention. I watch as Hannah’s jaw drops. I’m hung far larger than the average man. In fact, it’s the one—and only—thing my ex admitted
Mr Hills 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 Mr Hills 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 Mr Hills, but her loyalties fell on me. I’m sure Mr Hills probably had something
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 h
When Mr Hills comes out of the trees and onto the dock, we are a safe enough distance away from each other for everything to appear innocent. John smiles and waves, and the air bursts from my lungs with relief. I’d been holding my breath, afraid he’d seen something, but he obviously hadn’t. As Mr Hills walks toward us, I lean closer to Hannah and whisper, “If this happens again, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself.” I mean it as a warning, but it sounds too excited for that. It comes off more like a promise. Hannah steps in front of me and waves at her dad with one hand, and with the other, she slyly reaches back and rubs my hard on. “Then don’t,” she whispers. Her words make me practically come in my pants. Then she walks away and I have to cover myself to hide the evidence. She looks at me over her shoulder with a flirty smile, and I stare at her perfect ass as she walks away. Hannah It’s early when I wake up the next morning. I can’t sleep in. Not after what happened b
I try to hold back but I can’t. As my orgasm slams into me, my grip loosens on Dan’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. “Hannah, 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 Dan. 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
Then marry me.” Huh?“Did you just ask me to marry you?”“Yes. And believe me, it never would have occurred to me that one day I would be proposing in front of four other people to someone dressed as a dominatrix. Yet here I find myself. And the fact that I’m still standing here extending this offer should tell you something, Hannah.”“It does!” I smiled with incredible, almost irrational, joy as I felt the tears completely filling my eyes. “I thought that my dad was the only guy in the world romantic enough to knowingly marry into pure insanity just because he really loved somebody.”“So is that a yes?”“Yes!” I ran over to him and hugged him tightly. I heard a yip and Bruno ran over and started humping Braden’s leg.“Mazel tov. Does this mean you’re going to convert?” Adam asked.“Who cares about that? Does it mean you’re not going to kill me?”Fred wanted to know.“What it means is that Hannah won’t be digging through garbage or attending underground sex parties anymore. Well, unles
My car!” I cried.“Are you sure this is where you parked it?”“Yes!” I could hear voices in the distance. “What the f**k?! Why are they still looking for you?”“Hannah, this is an illegal gathering and there are important people here. We just snuck out the f**king window. That may cause them some“Well, then we have no choice.” I took out my phone.“Who are you calling?” Cam asked.“The police. We’re about to give them an anonymous tip.” I called it in and we set off on foot trying to get as far away as possible before the cops arrived and raided the place. We ran until we were all out of breath. Finally, we paused to rest in an alleyway.“Okay,” Fred panted. “I say we call a cab from here.”“Hey! Isn’t that your car?!” Ava cried. I looked up. It was the Mini Cooper about three blocks away! Somebody had just boosted it for a joyride! We ran toward it and dove in. I pulled away with my tires squealing and headed home. Fifteen minutes later the four of us, bedraggled and sweating, were
We arrived near the location of the party, an abandoned warehouse down by the docks. It was a rough neighborhood, so I was armed with pepper spray. We took my car and parked it several blocks away as we went over everything one last time.“Okay, you guys have the code and we watched the video of Cole online a thousand times, so hopefully you’ll be able to recognize him,” I said.“I’m going to walk up to him and tell him he’s a bad boy and needs to be punished,” Ava said.“I’ll stay near you the whole time,” Fred assured her“I get him to write ‘I’ve been a bad little boy because’ and then tell him to list the reasons.”“If he won’t do it you tell him you’ll spank him with your ruler,” I added.“We get the sample and we get the hell out of Dodge,” Fred finished.“We’re here if you need us and we can come in to help you if necessary,” Cam offered.“We’ll try to stay in touch by phone as much as possible,” Ava said.“Okay, team. I think it’s go time. I just want to thank you all for doin
“Hey Dan! Are you done with your phone sex yet?”“You can come in!” Dan called out. I thought I heard a door close. “I didn’t expect to see you back here tonight.”“I gotta sleep, man. Besides, I couldn’t remember her name and it felt kind of awkward after she gave me such a great…”“Still on the phone here, dude,” Dan interrupted.“You’re still on the f**king phone? You just saw her this morning. You might as well just hand her your balls right now.” Then in a louder voice he called out, “Hi Hannah!”“Please tell Adam that I said hello and that I can hear him even when he’s not shouting.”“She said hello and she can hear everything you’re saying.”“Terrific. So your girlfriend knows that I’m a dick.”“She knew that that already,” Dan replied.“Did you tell her you missed her?”“I think I got this, Adam.”“Did you tell you love her?”“I really don’t need your help here.”“Ah, Dan’s in love,” Adam teased. “All the women at the G Lounge are probably crying into their vodka.”“Will you p
It took some searching but we finally found what we needed at a place called Tony’s Fantasy Land. It was a little scary finding out what other people fantasized about.“Who has fantasies about being a tampon?” Ava asked, looking over a long white fleece tube.“People are weird,” I answered.“Wasn’t there a member of the royal family years ago?” Cam asked.“Don’t talk about it. The poor man will never live that down,” I replied.“What in the hell is that?” I asked.“I believe that’s a dildo, in size,” Cam checked a label, “men’s extra-large.”“I think I see a pattern here,” Jess offered.“Newsflash, men fantasize about being inside women’s vaginas,” I said dryly.“Oh look! A naughty nurse costume. I think I like that one,” Cam said with a smile.“I don’t think it would fit you.” Ava laughed.“A nun?” I asked.“To a priest that might be pretty enticing,” Cam explained.“Hmm. Here’s your pirate suit, Cam,” I teased.“And here’s a wench costume. Which one of you wants to put it on for me?
It wasn’t dangerous.”“Hannah, anything could be dangerous right now. You know that. And you wound up crawling around in a dumpster. I really don’t want you doing things like that anymore.” He didn’t want me doing things like this anymore? Who was he, my dad?“Oh? And you’ll never go out to a crime scene or go out to interview a witness in the field huh?”“I’m a guy,” he said, like that explained everything.“So. Female prosecutors do it too.”“Yeah, but they’re not my girlfriend and they’re not getting harassing letters.” He was starting to sound annoyed.“They probably get lots of harassing letters.”“Okay, have I mentioned that they’re not my girlfriend?” He was definitely sounding annoyed now.“Even before the letter, you were worrying about me going into lock-up to interview clients charged with violent crimes.”“Because you could get hurt and there are plenty of male public defenders who could do it.”“But I can do it and it’s my job to do it. Next you’ll be telling me that you
Uh, Playboy, Penthouse, cigars, Scotch. Actually, if you find that stuff let me know. I think I want to hang out with that guy.”“Well, what kind of stuff would a woman have that a guy wouldn’t?” I was getting desperate.“Tampons!” Ava yelled and clapped her hands like she was on Family Feud.“Will you be quiet?” I hissed. “The point is we can figure out within maybe five cans which one is hers. It looks like there’s an alley over there and there are street lights. I say we carry the cans back there and figure out which one it is.”“Okay, good luck with that. I’m the lookout, remember?” Cam said, walking away.“I’m the driver,” Ava chimed in.“And I’m the trash picker. Yes, I recall the conversation, but I need your help carrying it back there.” They sighed and both of them went over and picked up a can and hauled it back to the alley. I picked one up too and we soon had five cans back there. We had placed them directly under a street light and I opened the lid and started going throu
“Well, dearest, that sounds like a sound plan for the future.” I felt myself starting to sweat and my panties got damp. The Astros struck out and the game was over within minutes. Our friends stretched and stood up. My heart started racing as they headed for the door.“Thanks for inviting us along,” Cam added.“We do it every Sunday night. Come whenever you want,” Dan said. That was definite progress.“I guess we’ll play it by ear next week?” Fred asked.“We’ll be back in time,” Adam said.“But Dan might be busy making up for the loss of his Saturday night sex.”Cam offered to walk Ava home and we said our goodnights as everyone left, shutting the door behind them.Dan turned to me with his hot look and I was up against the wall in seconds with his mouth on mine, his tongue exploring possessively. His hand traveled up under my shirt and into my bra where he gently squeezed my nipple and cupped my breast. Then the other hand traveled under my skirt and into my panties, where he began s
“I arranged for doggy day care,” he answered.“Doggy day care? Are you serious?”“There’s a place right on the way to work. You can drop him off in the morning and pick him up on the way home. He’ll have other dogs to play with and the people there will walk him.”“Did you check these people out? I mean are they a good place? The bigger dogs wouldn’t pick on him, would they?” I couldn’t help it. I’m a mother.“More importantly, can they get him into the right colleges?” Cam added. Dan and I gave him an unamused look.“I checked them out. They have a good reputation.”“Well, okay, I guess. You’re going to help me take care of him, though, right? It’s not going to be ‘go ask mommy’ whenever he wants something?”“Mommy?” Ava asked, returning with Bruno tucked under her arm and one of her slippers in his mouth.“And are you Daddy?” Cam asked Dan with a smile.“Of course he is! What are you implying?” I asked indignantly. Ava and Cam gave each other a look that clearly said they thought Da