Many stories were told around the table at Thanksgiving this year, but there was one big story that wouldn't make it out into the open. At the table was Bob, 55, his daughters Marie, 28, and Melanie, 25, Melanie's husband Ryan, 29, and Marie's "roommate" Tanya, 28. Everybody at the table had their share of secrets. One of them was Tanya, who, though openly gay, kept her relationship with Marie a secret per Marie's request. The girls had an open relationship, but Marie didn't want her dad to know she was bi and that she was living with a lesbian. But on Bob's last visit to see his daughter, he had discovered this on his own. Marie didn't know. Tanya didn't even know he knew.
Maybe if Tanya had known about his being informed, it would've been easier to deal with what had happened just the other day...
Tanya had picked up Bob the other night at the Vegas airport and showed him around the strip while Marie finished up a late night at work. But there had been an incident thanks to some dancing and a little too much drink that caused a very difficult moment. The pumping and grinding had led to Bob cumming on Tanya's back when she went too far in trying to help him enjoy himself on the dance floor.
It marked the first time Tanya had ever felt a man's cum--an experience she'd never been interested in before, but now couldn't get out of her mind. The two of them had done very well in forgetting about the incident and acting as though it'd had never happened, but only so far as the public was concerned. Inside, Bob couldn't stop thinking about other things he'd like to introduce the beautiful lesbian to, and Tanya couldn't stop thinking about how erotic that cum felt as it slid down her back and the crack of her ass.
All through dinner, the two kept thinking about their moment. They had been seated next to each other by coincidence, so it was hard to forget. They said very little as the dinner went on.
Afterward, they avoided each other during the clean-up and the lazy, post-Thanksgiving dinner lounging around. They even were of the same mind when they sat down in the living room; they sat on opposite ends of the couch so they wouldn't have to look at each other, and they had Marie sitting between them.
Hours went by as the group talked and drank wine and watched TV, until finally Ryan was the first of the five to go off to bed. Neither Bob nor Tanya would remember how long after that it was that they fell asleep, but when they woke up, the TV played some infomercial, the clock on the DVD player read 2am, and they were the only ones that hadn't gone off to bed. Still on opposite ends of the couch, both were still drowsy from their naps, and both pretended to be still asleep.
Each had their reasons for not simply getting up and going to their bed. For Bob, he was in a position that allowed his eyes to wander over Tanya's body. He peeked at her and admired her form in the rather tight t-shirt and snug sweat pants. Tanya was not fat but was big, standing tall and having great curves all around. Her C-cups pressed against the thin material of the t-shirt. She was Asian American, with a very exotic, beautiful face and impossibly dark hair.
Tanya stayed for a much more interesting reason. Though she had always thought Bob was attractive, men not being her thing meant it was always an innocent observation. Even now she knew she wasn't really attracted to him. But she was very interested in him nonetheless. She couldn't stop thinking about that moment when she felt his cum spraying on her, and her body tingled in desire for it to happen again. Though she couldn't believe it, Tanya was feeling tempted by a real dick for the first time in her life. She wanted to stay here, alone with him on this couch, because as long as they were both there, it gave a possibility that something would happen.
Tanya had no intention of doing anything. She just loved how her chest tightened at the feeling of being so close. She wanted to try things she'd never considered before, but she knew only the fantasy would be possible. There was just no way of making it look like an accident.
Minutes went by, with neither of them moving. The TV volume was low enough that they could hear each other breathing, but couldn't tell if the other was awake or not.
The fire between Tanya's legs and her own curiosity got the better of her though, and she decided to make a bold but relatively tame move. Pretending to be asleep just in case Bob was awake, Tanya shifted on the couch and lay down on her side, bringing her head to lie right next to Bob's thigh. Even bolder, however, was her left hand which fell limply but intentionally on the top of Bob's thigh, just inches from his crotch.
Fear and misjudging distance with her eyes closed had kept the move from being a success. Tanya had wanted to have her hand rest on Bob's crotch. Now that she had made the big move, she'd have to make another small move to reach her target, which would make her intentions more obvious if Bob was wake to notice. But she had gone this far, and even though she didn't know what she hoped to gain by feeling him, Tanya waited a long minute before moving her hand again, sliding up until she felt his dick beneath his jeans...his hard dick.
The surprise caught her so off guard that she opened her eyes and looked up to see if he was awake before even thinking about that if he was, he would see that she was, too. To her horror, Bob was awake, and in his own surprise he had looked down at her face. They locked disbelieving eyes for a second before quickly looking away. They closed their eyes again, each pretending to be asleep again even though they knew that part of this charade was over.
Minutes went by and neither moved. Except Bob's cock got harder under Tanya's limp hand, and Tanya felt herself growing wetting between her own legs, and she could feel her nipples pressing against the fabric of her tight t-shirt.
When nothing had happened for several minutes, Bob decided that Tanya was staying because she still wanted to pretend that they weren't playing this game, and that it was his turn. So he moved his hand as if it were an inadvertent shift mid-sleep until it rested on Tanya's chest, his palm feeling her hard nipple. When Tanya didn't make a move to respond to this right away, Bob knew he had done the right thing, especially when the nipple seemed to grow harder.
Tanya was fast talking herself into this game. Obviously Bob was awake, and he wanted to continue. If she had been honest with Bob and hadn't been pretending to be straight all these years for Marie, this would have been impossible. But--because she didn't know Bob knew she was gay--Tanya figured that, from his point of view, this could just be construed as two somewhat alcohol-impaired heterosexuals getting friendly.
