Author's Note: This story is about a character I've already written about named Kaci, see 'Kaci's Tales' and 'Of Amoral Character'.
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It wasn't long (a few months) after the Mr. Stane situation when I happened to be home on one of dads' poker nights, so I must have been 19 when this happened, or maybe still 18... it was a long time ago so it's hard to remember.... wait! I was a few weeks away from 19, that's right.. almost but not quite 19, anyway. Mom left as usual, probably to go fuck one of her randoms since her and dad didn't like each other and never had sex; and my older brother was away at college. I wasn't usually home for these games but I really had nothing to do, so home I was.
Maybe it was the Mr. Stane situation that put it in my head, or maybe it was just my devious mind; sex is always how I take revenge, not sure why ( no it wasn't always JUST about revenge lol, I do love sex), just how I was in those days. Anyway his friends were always checking me out and leering at me, all of them married with families of course. I didn't mind, actually found it funny and amusing in a cynical way, and as I said, I didn't care. But on this night I decided to fuel the fire a bit.
I was in my room just listening to music and chilling out when the idea hit me, I didn't even stop to think about it. As always I just did, went with the impulse, fuck consequences; if I got yelled at then whatever, if it wasn't for this it would be for something else, probably just for being home. Anyway I wasn't looking to get fucked by any of them, I just wanted to see if I'd get a reaction is all. So I put on a very very short skirt, loose, that barely went past my thighs, tiny pink lace panties that rode up into my ass, a tank, no bra, and leggings, black; the kind of outfit my parents said a 'lady' wouldn't wear so the kinda thing I usually did.
They were all in a side room off the living room where dad set up a poker table, you had to walk right by it to get to the kitchen, so I started making trips from my room to the kitchen, like several, always walking slow by the room... it had double doors that were open so when someone walked by you could definitely see them, and if you were facing the right way you could see right into the kitchen and the fridge.
Of course everytime I walked by the room to the kitchen I threw a quick glance just to see if anyone looked, and of course the ones that could see did look at me; my long legs in that short skirt, dad could see me, kinda, and of course he threw me looks, just glances really ( no he didn't ogle me lol. Honestly he didn't even like me, but maybe another time I'll tell about my parents), but only briefly, he couldn't see into the kitchen.
I lingered in the kitchen every time I went in there, going thru the cupboards, like I was looking for something, and every time one of them would get up and come in to grab a beer from the fridge and talk for a minute, but I never stayed long, heading back upstairs to my room after saying hi or whatever, and letting them stare at my legs and my tank that just hung on my small tits ( my legs are long and thin, but in shape, I ran cross country in HS for a bit until I quit since no one but my brother and his best friend Marcus gave a fuck... anyway).
About my third trip down after passing the door I heard one of them say "Well, time for another beer." and push his chair back and I heard his steps behind me just as I opened the fridge door. I was bending at the waist looking in, intentionally of course, my skirt resting on my hips mostly, so yeah, showing quite a bit of leg and ass. I know he could see my panties as he came up behind me. I didn't move, and honestly I figured he'd just stand behind me and stare, but he didn't. He came right up and pushed against me while he reached in the fridge, leaning over me and pressing himself against my ass.
"Excuse me, Kaci."
"Ohhh, hey, yeah, no problem. Sorry."
I played it off like I didn't know what he was doing, or what I was doing. Most of dad's poker friends were execs or middle managers at the plant he ran, and most were in shape, but not this guy. He was heavy set with a gut on him lol. After he pressed against me long enough to grab his beer I stood up and moved, standing to one side, leaning on the counter like I had done with the others, giving a peek down my tank. He opened his beer and stared at me while he took a drink.
"Sorry to be in the way, I didn't hear you coming."
"Hehe, no need to apologize hon, all good from where I'm at."
I bet. He wasn't even trying to look at my face lol, just staring down my shirt. I decided to push myself up and sit on the counter, and not cross my legs. He moved to lean back against the fridge, about three feet away, still staring at me.
"So how's the poker game going?"
"Like shit. Your dad's cleaning everyone out, haha. Too bad it's not strip poker, they'd probably let me win, ha!"
Yeah he looked right in my eyes then.
"Of course they'd be in for a big surprise if they didn't, hehe."
I didn't acknowledge that really, just laughed. Men...
"Sorry your losing. There's always next time right?"
"Ha! Yeah I guess. Hey, you're old enough, what are you? 18? 19? You should play next time."
"Haha, I'd lose for sure. Besides it's dad's guy time anyways."
'Hmm. Some guys like a woman around for guys night. Anyway, how's school? Your dad says your brother's doing good playing ball."
Doing 'good'? lol.
"I'm not in college. Don't know what I want to do, so. Just working right now."
"Working girl, huh? Ha! Sorry that was too much, just a joke tho, hehe."
"Meh. It's fine. Kinda funny really. Not like I haven't had offers."
Of course I knew what he meant and of course I wasn't gonna back down, but egg it on.
"Really? That's interesting. And did you?"
Hahaha, he was really into this now. The look he was giving me, can't even describe it. The closest thing I've seen to his look is when Marcus watches me give him head. But there's affection with Marcus, this guy was just... lust.
"Hahaha, no. I just meant older guys offering to be a sugar daddy, ha! So no, I haven't."
"Well your folks are loaded, so you don't need one of those."
"Right."
They are, probably why they're still married, it sure as fuck isn't because they're in 'love', or because of me and my brother, except his sports maybe, anyway.
We sat there, him staring at me and putting a hand in his pocket, oh and his pants were tight enough I could tell he grabbed himself, shifting it, ha! And me wondering what would happen if he pulled it out? Would I get on my knees? Probably, because I always do what's expected of me, in that way anyway... what if he walked up to me and put his hands on me? Would he try to fuck me right there? I wondered what dad would do if he heard that, or walked in on me sucking this guy's cock? He'd probably blame me, lol. But anyway, my mouth started to water at the thought of it, not that I wanted to really, it's just how I react. It's rarely about wanting it, more about just doing... not that it mattered, someone was yelling for him to get back to the game and that ended that.
"Well I should get back to the game. Definitely nice seeing you Kaci."
"Yeah sure. I should get back upstairs and not distract you guys."
"Not a distraction. Maybe I'll see you next time heh?"
"Maybe. We'll see. When's the next game?"
"Two weeks we'll be back, but I'm always ready to play. You should join in next time."
"Well maybe I'll be here, but I doubt dad will let me play. It's cool tho. Later.... oh I almost forgot!"
He stepped to the side as I jumped off the counter and got back in the fridge again, bending like before. I was in his way now and he squeezed around me again, pressing against me and this time it was harder and a few seconds longer, and he slid his hand over my ass and before walking away he placed his cold bottle on my butt making me jump and scream.
"Ahhhhh hey! Hahahaha! Not funny!"
