The silver Mustang pulled into the driveway of a modest, brick, ranch-style house in a suburb that had dozens of nearly identical dwellings. The front porch light was on, but all the windows were dark. The driver, a young man in his early twenties, turned the headlights off but kept the car running. "See, Ashleigh? I told you I was good to drive."
Ashleigh was sitting next to him in the Mustang and chortled. She took another sip of the quarter pint of Jack. "I would have gotten here a lot faster if you let me drive, Caleb!" The young man laughed and took the bottle from her.
"We'd be dead if I let you drive," he said as he put the top back on the bottle. "I think you've had enough of that tonight. You're gonna wake your folks up and get grounded again for being drunk."
Ashleigh rolled her eyes. Even by the light of the dash Caleb could see them flashing, mischievous and blue. "God, I'm eighteen. That was like, the legal drinking age for my parents. You'd think it wouldn't be such a big deal if I have a few!" She smiled at her boyfriend. "Besides, I'm not ready to go inside yet." Her left hand slid over to Caleb's right leg and crept up toward his crotch. Her grin widened when she felt the bulge there.
"Risky...right outside your house?" Caleb glanced around them a bit nervously. "Your mom already doesn't like me cause she thinks I'm too old to be dating her daughter, it wouldn't help if she found her little girl sucking me off."
"That's what makes it fun," Ashleigh purred as she leaned over and kissed Caleb deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. As he returned her kiss, Caleb began undoing his pants. Ashleigh opened her eyes and, still kissing, looked down at Caleb's half-hard prick that was sticking up out of his pants. She grasped it with her right hand and began to coax it to full life. He moaned in her mouth as he quickly attained his full seven-inch length. Her adroit fingers pulled down his foreskin to reveal a tip that seemed a little small for the shaft of the cock. Ashleigh then pulled away from Caleb's lips and lowered her head toward his lap.
Caleb gasped and leaned his head back as his girlfriend's mouth swallowed half his cock and began to work up and down on it. He put his right hand on the back of her head and gathered up a handful of curly, blonde hair. "Fuck, that feels good." Ashleigh murmured her agreement as she continued to stroke his penis with her right hand while bobbing her head up and down, making quiet slurping noises as she did so.
Caleb began pulling up on Ashleigh's hair then pushing her head back down more forcefully. She took her hand off his wet cock and let him take control. He started to move his hips up and down, fucking her willing and hungry mouth. "Oh, fuck that's good, yeah...just like that," Caleb was whispering. After a few more seconds he pushed her head down as far as he could as he thrust his dick up into her throat. Ashleigh began to gag so he pulled her head up some and shuddered as his cock pulsated and filled her mouth with cum. Ashleigh's long, delicate throat could be seen working as she swallowed the load, only a little dribbling out from the corners of her mouth and down the twitching shaft.
After couple more pumps Caleb let go of Ashleigh's hair and his shrinking cock slipped out of her wet mouth. She leaned up, wiping up drops of cum from the corners of her mouth as Caleb struggled to get his still-leaking dick back into his pants. "Fuck. That was great, babe," Caleb assured her.
"I know it was." Ashleigh flashed a pretty smile, some cum still visible on her gums and bottom lip. Caleb laughed as he finished getting himself together.
"Better get going, I'll see you next weekend, right?"
"Yep!" Ashleigh confirmed as she grabbed her purse and opened the door. "Bye!" She waved as she shut the door a little too loudly and walked uncertainly to the front door. Caleb shook his head and watched to make sure she got inside alright. After fumbling with, then dropping, and picking up her keys, she turned to wave again and then disappeared inside the house. Caleb waited until he backed out of the driveway to turn the lights on then the taillights of the Mustang faded into the distance.
Ashleigh shut the door, but not nearly as quietly as she thought she did. Inside the house it was dark and, not wanting to turn on any lights, she rummaged in her purse for her phone. Doing so she dropped her keys again and they clanked against the tile entryway. "Fuck!" Ashleigh hissed as she reached down to pick them up.
"Need some light?" A deep voice in the dark drawled as a clicking sound was quickly followed by a lamp throwing weak illumination into the room. Ashleigh gasped as she saw her father sitting on the loveseat. He was wearing a loosely cinched robe and boxers and was holding a bottle of Bud Light in his hand. Ashleigh noticed a half dozen empties on the end table beneath the lamp. She rose back up, maybe a bit too fast, and swayed woozily. "You've been drinking." It wasn't a question.
Ashleigh blinked as he eyes adjusted to the light. Her father was looking at her, his eyes flitted down her five foot tall, slender frame. She tugged down at the bottom of her short denim skirt and put an arm around her waist, covering the tight stomach her form-fitting, mid-riff, blue t-shirt exposed. "Looks like you have been, too." Her glazed eyes shot toward the group of discarded cans.
Her dad grunted as he stood, uneasily. The robe opened a bit with this movement revealing a moderately hairy and well-built chest. He walked across the room and into the kitchen. Ashleigh saw a bit of light stab through the darkness and heard a familiar tinkling sound. He came back out holding a six pack and set it down on the coffee table in front of the love seat. Twisting one of the caps off, he offered it to his daughter. "Care to join me?"
Ashleigh grinned a little and dubiously accepted the bottle. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, why the fuck not. Have some beers with your old man, if you're gonna be drinking anyway." He sat back down, the folds of his robe laying open around him. Her dad patted the seat beside him. "Have a seat."
Ashleigh raised a quizzical eyebrow as she took a deep pull of the bottle and, conscious of her short skirt, sat carefully on the cushion next to her father who downed half his beer in one swig. "You doing ok, Dad?" Ashleigh's voice held true concern, even if it was a bit slurred.
He huffed and absently scratched at his short, greying beard. "Oh, yeah, sure." He looked over at Ashleigh. "How about your, Ash? You doing ok? Not getting too wild out there, are you?"
Ashleigh felt her cheeks get a little red. "I can take care of myself." She took a drink.
"Uh huh." Her father nodded. "You were sitting out in the drive for a while. You out with Caleb? You two just talking?"
Her cheeks got hotter, and Ashleigh smiled crookedly. "Yeah, something like that." She took a big swig from her beer.
He laughed. "I'm just busting your balls. You're an adult and can do what you want. It's your mother that frets over that shit. I just want you to be careful while having fun, you know?"
Ashleigh smiled. "Aw thanks, Dad."
