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I walked quickly through the streets on my way to see Jess. I was nervous. We were gonna meet at Subway first, but I planned on taking her to the park to eat. And talk.

“Wassup, babe.” she said with a beaming smile as we met near the entrance.

“Hey. I’m hungry, let’s grab a bite.” I replied, avoiding her usual hug and dragging her with me inside.

We ordered a footlong each, got it to go and left for the park across the street. I walked ahead of her, almost jogging up to the bench under a big tree where we could be away from people. There were butterflies in my stomach and I really wasn’t looking forward to this, but it had to be done. Better to do it fast, like when you’re getting a wax job.

“So listen… we gotta talk.” I said, opening up the wrapper on my sub.

“Uh-oh, I know what that means. You’re breaking up with me.”

“Shuddup, I’m serious.”

“Baby, I can change, just give me a chance!”



“Look at my face right now.”

I just sat still and looked at her. My facial muscles were relaxed, not grimaced in anger or anything. She’d made a joke, but I didn’t smile or laugh – it was just an emotionless poker face. I didn’t do that often, not with her. Needed to this time, though. After seeing me look at her like that for about ten seconds, she eventually stopped horsing around.

“All right … what’s up?” she said.

“It’s about what happened this weekend.”

“The slumber party? What about it?”



“Don’t try it.”

“Try what?”

“Jess.” I gave her the face again.

“Well, you need to be specific…”

“No, I don’t. I want to have a serious conversation and you’re going to start it off by trying to lie to me? I heard noises. I got up. Went to the stairs. I saw you. You know what I’m talking about.”

A few seconds passed, and Jess seemed to consider her reply.

“Okay … yeah, I do … but before we go on… am I in trouble? With you? Because you’re my best friend and I don’t wanna … mess that up.”

“You’re in a bit of trouble.”

“Okay… Shit, my stomach’s tightening up … is it big trouble?” she said, looking justifiably guilty.

“You’re in a little bit of trouble.”

“All right…”

“I mean, I was pretty upset and confused yesterday, but I’ve had some time to cool down. I still have high upset-ness potential, though. So don’t lie to me.”

“I won’t. I don’t. I’m just thinking about how … diplomatic … I should be.”

“I think you’d better tell me everything.”

“Uh… okaaay… like, where do I start, though…?”

“Just tell me! I wanna know exactly how you went from having a sleepover with me in our jammies, to sitting on the floor downstairs with my dad’s dick in your mouth.”

Jess took a breath. She looked down, apparently not willing to meet my gaze at the moment. We both knew she was a bit of a slut, but I felt like this was a new low for her.

“Well…” she eventually said. “You pretty much summed it up there. I woke up, thirsty, went downstairs and had a glass of water … and there he was, sleeping in front of the TV… I guess I was still a bit tipsy from the mojitos we made earlier, and you know I get horny when I’ve had a few…”

“You’re always horny.”

“I went over to sit on the couch with him. I honestly didn’t think about doing anything at that point, okay, it just sort of happened …”

“What, did you trip or something?”

“I just sat down there, he was sort of half-asleep, I curled up next to him, he put his arm around me … next thing I knew we were eye-flirting, touching each other a bit, he started stroking one of my boobs and I got even hornier … and then I just sank down to the floor and unwrapped his … package.”

I could tell that she was being ‘diplomatic’ in her choice of words on that last bit there.

“Go on.”

“It was just a blowjob, Liz, it wasn’t a big deal, I …”

“Jess.” I gave her the face again.

“Yeah, you’re right… yeah, okay, it’s a … bigger deal than … usual.”

“Well, don’t stop now. You’re always eager – some might say overeager – to share details about your activities with guys, so this time shouldn’t be different.”

“Uh… so… you actually want details…?”

“You felt like this was just another blowjob with just another guy? Treat it like that, then.”

“Oh. Yeah, okay… full disclosure, like normal, I get it. Uhm… well, we were sitting on the couch and I noticed that he was hard, that’s why I got on my knees for him … I lifted his bathrobe off to the side and found his cock, smiled at him and asked if I could taste it. He nodded and said I was cute, and I started sucking him off. I made him cum and I swallowed like I normally do, and he moaned a lot and said thanks … then I went back upstairs and … that’s it.”

“You should have told me what happened.”

“Yeah, I get that… now. I’m sorry, I didn’t think … Actually, I wasn’t sure if I should tell you. Didn’t know if you’d want to hear it. Didn’t wanna … Casibom hurt you. And if you didn’t know, maybe it would be best if you never found out, you know?”

“Well, you can throw out all of that, ’cause I do know now. Bridge crossed.”

“But not burned, right?”

“Not yet. Keep being honest. You don’t get to hide anything from me, not about this.”

“Done. But … seriously, would you have preferred I come straight up to the bedroom after and say: ‘Hey, Liz, I just blew your dad.’? Is that the level of honesty you want? I mean, I can do that, if that’s what you really want. At the time, though, it didn’t … feel right.”

“I get that.”

She reached for my hand. I let her take it.

“Are we cool?”

“Yeah…” I replied, absent-mindedly.

“Liz? Please look at me and tell me we’re cool.”

I looked at her. I could see a tear in her eye. Her hand was trembling. We’d been friends since we were three. Played in kindergarten together. Celebrated birthdays together. Gone on vacations together. Gone on double dates together. Taken our SATs together. We’d argued, of course, no friendship is without quarrels, but so far, we’d survived everything. Jess was my best friend, and I was hers. For a second, I could tell that she was nervous about losing all of that. I also knew that there was no way this could get between us.

“Of course we’re cool, you big slut.”

She smiled.

“So… what now?” I asked after we’d hugged and had a chance to catch our collective breaths.

“What now what?” she replied, taking a bite of her sub.

“Well… what are your intentions towards my dad?”

“Oh, fuck me, that’s the most lame-ass grown-up question you’ve ever asked me.”

“Okay, how about this then: are you his girlfriend now? Are you, like, planning to date him, fuck him, or suck him off again, what?”

“I dunno.” she replied, shrugging her shoulders.


“Seriously, I don’t know! I didn’t plan it, okay? You know me, so you know that’s true. I didn’t think about seducing him, what exactly I was gonna do or if we’ll do it again… I just … got on my knees and sucked him off.”

“How could you do that, anyway?” I asked, after a few seconds of silence. “How could you hook up with my dad? He’s forty-five!”

“Well…” Jess smiled. She was blushing.


“I actually think he’s pretty hot. Haven’t you noticed?”


“He played pro baseball, right?”

“Yeah, like, twenty years ago!”

“Still looks pretty fit to me.”

I looked at her, studied her skin tone a bit. A shade of red had started to spread all over her face and neck. She was getting turned on just thinking about him.

“So you do want to hook up with him again?”

“Look: if it bothers you, I won’t do it again. One-time thing. Done, finished, pinkie promise.”

“I guess… but, I mean… I like our sleepovers, you know?”

“We can still have those!”

“And what about dad? Won’t he expect…?”

“I dunno. I mean, it was kinda spontaneous. We just flirted a bit, he was probably a bit drunk too … and then, next thing either of us knew, I had my head in his lap, going down on him. I don’t know if he expects this to be anything more than a one-time deal. He’s not a creep, so I’m guessing he probably doesn’t? I can talk to him about it if you want … make sure there’s no tension there.”

“Well, okay. Whatever you end up doing … from now on, I want to know everything.”

“You got it.”

“This concerns me too. He’s my dad, and if you’re doing … stuff… with him, I think I deserve to be included.”

“Understood. Agreed. Anything. Oh… uh… just… when you say you wanna be ‘included’, you mean…”

It took me a second to work out what she was asking me.

“What? No! Seriously?”

“Just checking.”

“Jesus Christ, Jess… he’s my dad…”

“Hey, some people are into that.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“Okay, just … he’s really hot, and I know you’re as horny as I am – you just act on it less…”

“Well, it’s gross. And probably illegal.”

“Is it? We’re both eighteen, so I think it’s legal to have sex with anyone you want. Including…”

“Okay, can we stop talking about sex with my dad now? At least about the part about me having it?”

“Roger that. Just messin’ with ya.”

We finished eating and got up. It felt good, having cleared the air. It had been gnawing at me, how this conversation could go, but now it was all out in the open and we weren’t going to conceal anything from each other; she’d tell me what she was doing, and I’d tell her how I felt about it. I had long thought that there shouldn’t be any secrets between us. We were a team. Best friends. Partners in crime. It was good to know that even though this new weird thing had happened, it didn’t have to destroy us. We walked through the park together, heading home while talking about something completely different. Jess lived right next door, so it was a nice, long walk with lots of girl talk.

The following Casibom Giriş morning, I woke up soaking wet. My pajamas were drenched in sweat. And more. Jesus, I thought. What the fuck was that about? What the actual fuck? I got up and took a shower, got ready for school and ran over to Jess. I’d need to talk to her before we went anywhere. I knocked, she opened and saw my face, which at this point was half confused, half concerned.

“You bitch.” I said, pushing my way inside.

“Whoa, what’d I do?”

“Get in here.”

I dragged her into the walk-in closet and closed the door so none of her family members would hear us.

“What’s going on?” she asked, confused.

“You fucking slut … I had a dream last night.”

“Ooo… kaaay…?”

“A sex dream.” I whispered.

“Yeeeah? So… that happens to me, like, three times a week. You’re not special, babe.”

“Well, this one’s on you.”

“How’s this on me?”

“You give me ideas! There you go, yesterday, talking all nasty and dirty, putting thoughts in my head and then I gotta live with your sick fantasies in my dreams.”

“So what? You’re an 18 year old girl, you’re supposed to have dirty thoughts about boys. Even if I gave you ideas, what’s the problem?”

I looked worriedly around, as if suspecting that there were surveillance cameras or microphones hidden away somewhere. In reality, I just couldn’t say it out loud. Seconds ticked by and I still couldn’t say it, I just stood there, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. Eventually, Jess put it together herself. She suddenly went incredibly wide-eyed and whispered:

“Holy shit, you dreamed about your dad.”

“Shut up…”

“Now you have to tell me all of it. What happened?”

“Nothing ‘happened’, it was a dream.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, but what happened in the dream?”

“I just wanna forget about it…” I sighed, exasperated.

“Oh, hell no. You’re not gonna tell me you just had a sex dream about your dad and not give me the deets. Spill!”

“It was just…”

I honestly didn’t know how to begin.

“How did the dream start?” Jess inquired.

“I was in my bed, horny, and there was a guy there.”


“Dunno. I’m not always aware of who it is. Sometimes it’s a movie star or something… you know. Whatever my brain comes up with.”

“Sure, sure…”

“This time, though, I suddenly found myself kneeling on the floor, sitting between his legs. I looked up, saw that it was dad’s face, and … instead of being shocked, I just started opening his robes…”

“Aaand…?” Jess said, excitedly.

“Nothing. I woke up.”

“Aw, boo.”

“But the sheets were all soaked.”

“Okay, so you didn’t dream about him fucking you or nothin’…”

“No, but I had clearly just cum in my sleep. Like, hard. It was wet everywhere.”

We took a minute before saying anything else. We just stood there, thinking. It was Jess who broke the silence.

“Okay, so … what do you want to do with this information?”

“Do with it?”

“Hey, I don’t wanna get all Freudian up in your face, but…”

“I’m not having a fantasy about my dad, Jess, stop it. It was a dream, my brain probably got messed up by that talk we had.”


“I know you’re gonna say that I probably have some suppressed fantasies, and that all girls naturally look for a father figure, that I have daddy issues and …”

“I didn’t say nothin’.”

“I don’t want to … blow… my dad. Okay?”

“Okay. I hear ya. Loud and clear.”

“… dammit, I can’t deal with shit like this right now…”

“Look, it’s no big deal; it’s probably like you said, your brain connected some things, and in your dreams, things get weird. Give it a couple of days and your thoughts will go somewhere else. Go watch a Ryan Reynolds movie, or look at some pics of Channing Tatum or somebody. Before you know it, you’ll be fantasizing about hot Hollywood dudes again.”

I was somewhat reassured after this. As we left for school and talked about something else, the thought started to disappear into the back of my head. Over the next few days, I had so many other things to think about that sexual fantasies weren’t high on the list of priorities. I didn’t dream again either – not of this, nor of that. When Jess suggested a sleepover again for the coming weekend, my first thought wasn’t even remotely sexual. Then, of course, the neighborhood slut had to bring it all up again, as we were hanging out in her room:

“So… I have an idea. A request. No, a suggestion. Or idea. Or question. An idea and a question. No, two questions.”

“So, like, something that’ll be revealed to me some time this millennium, or…?”

“Yeah. Real talk: I’d like to do your dad again.”

“Woah. You call that real talk?”

“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it all week…” she sighed. “I’m really horny, Liz, and… there’s no other guy right now, you know? I don’t let total strangers fuck me, you know that – I like to know who I’m dealing with. Going out looking right now, it would take time… and your dad’s right there, it’ll be so much easier and … God, Liz, he’s so hot!”

I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head in a dejected manner. She continued, though, trying to persuade me.

“Seriously, he’s such a stud, and I’ve just been walking around all week thinking about having his dick in my mouth again. I get wet just thinking about it. Please, can I have him? Not forever or anything, I’m not talking, like, wedding bells and being, like, your stepmom, ’cause that’d be weird, but just … sex.”

“Is that the question?”

“Yes. Well… yes. Like I said, I don’t wanna fuck up our friendship, so I’m asking. Pretty please. Please can I have sex with your dad?”

I felt a nervous tingling in my stomach. Butterflies. I kept getting images of what I had seen last time it happened; the glimpse I caught was burned into my memories, and every time I thought of seeing Jess’ head move up and down in my father’s lap, I got those butterflies. I sat there for a minute, thinking about it, until I snapped out of it and realized that Jess was patiently waiting for an answer.

“So… do you mean, like… full sex, fucking and everything, or…?”

“Oh… I don’t know, really. Yes. If he wants to. I mean, guys usually do, if offered. I thought I’d start with my mouth again, and if he wants more, then sure. Otherwise I could just suck him off again – that was so hot that I think I can cum just from doing it, at least if I masturbate at the same time.”

“Okay…” I replied, and it took a few seconds for Jess to realize that I wasn’t just confirming that I understood, I was giving her my answer.


“Okay, yes. You can.”

“Awesome! You’re the best!” Jess said, smiling and giving me an enthusiastic hug. “Okay, then. Your place, of course. So … sleepover? Friday night? We’ll get a bit tipsy again, I’ll flirt like crazy and take it from there. Hopefully he’ll be game.”

“Um… what if he isn’t? If last time was just…”

“Well, if he rejects me, I’ll back off, of course. I don’t think he will, though – he’s not seeing anyone, right? Could be he hasn’t gotten laid at all since he got divorced? That’d be, like, three years ago, right? Anyway, guys usually don’t stop me if I throw myself at them, I’m pretty cute.”

Yes, you are, I thought to myself. Not just a cute face either, every boy at school drooled over Jess’ body. She had really nice, long legs, a tight butt and hips that had just a tiny bit of puppy fat – showing that while she was fit, she wasn’t scrawny. Her stomach was flat and her breasts firm and perky. I had a hard time seeing dad being able to resist this teenage dream girl if she straight up offered herself to him – so yeah, this would probably end exactly the way she wanted it to.

“So what was the other one?” I went on.


“You said two questions?”

“Oh, yeah. Wanna watch?”


“Do… you… want… to… watch?”


My mind was reeling. I sort of had to rewind to see if I’d heard her correctly. Was she really asking me what I thought she was asking me?

“Well, I figured… after the last time, you were clearly turned on, having ideas and dreams days afterwards. So I thought… maybe you’d like to watch it happen?”

While a bit shocked at the initial suggestion, I already knew that the answer was yes. Of course I wanted to watch. It had felt so forbidden, catching them that last time. It wasn’t porn, it was real. It was my friend. Having sex. With my dad. Fuck, yeah, I wanted to watch.

“Yeah, okay, but… how? I can’t just … stand there and, be like: ‘Hi, dad, it’s just me, don’t mind me, you just keep enjoying getting a blowjob from my best friend.’ How would … yeah, how?”

“I’ve got an idea. Check this out.” Jess said and went over to her drawers.

She looked around in there for a few seconds, then lifted out what appeared to be a piece of black leather.

“A blindfold?” I asked.

“Yeah! It’s a really good one. I’ve only used it once, but it’s really thick and it covers, like, half your face, so there’s no chance of seeing anything. I’ll just put this on him, so he can’t see you! Guys love that kind of thing.”

“What if he takes it off?”

“He won’t.”

“But …”

“He won’t. Trust me.”

“How do you…”

“Listen, I’ll tell him to keep it on, it’s so much hotter for him. I’ll get him all horny and worked up, he’ll agree to anything. He’ll never know you’re there. Not as long as you keep quiet.”


“He’ll probably just hear himself moaning anyway, and I can get noisy too, to cover up any sounds you might grunt out as you watch. He’s going to be so preoccupied with me that he won’t notice that there’s someone else in the room.”

“But what if he thinks I might wake up?”

“I think he’s going to be pretty busy, honestly. But if so, I’ll come up with something. I’m good at that. Like, I can tell him that you’re wearing your headset, using music to fall asleep. Or that I gave you a sleeping pill or something. You know, so he and I could have some time to ourselves. See? He knows I’m a bad girl, I’d totally do something like that.”

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