My mother married Stan when I was 18 years old. No one knew where my real father was, and it had just been me and mom for most of my life. We were best friends, and everyone said we could have been sisters! Mom, of course loved this to no end. I realized that we did look a lot a like, and it was a way of complementing my mother, so I didn't mind it at all. Anyways, Stan and mom got married when I was 18 after four years of dating. Stan owned his own construction company, was well built, and very attractive. He and mom are a few years apart, Stan being the younger of the two. But they seemed to really be in love, and Stan liked to spend time with me, and was an awesome father. Mom was a big top executive for a pretty big firm here, so she was often out of town on business trips. Stan was home more often than not.
The day of my 19th birthday mom was away on a long trip, she felt really bad about having to go, and promised that when she got back we would go out and celebrate just her and me. I didn't mind too much, Stan had already agreed to let me throw a party at the pool house, and not interfere as long as "nothing was going on". I had a boyfriend, and I had already had sex with him a few days prior. Of course I told mom all about it. She wasn't upset with me, because she knew I wasn't going to jeopardize my future for some boy in school. Her rule was: What I did in my own room, was my own business. Just no late night meetings, and no co-ed sleep overs. And I had to be safe and smart about it. I didn't know if Stan knew or not, but I didn't really care either way. I was mature enough to realize what I was doing.
So the Monday before my birthday Stan and I took mom to the airport, wished her well, and saw her on the plane. On the way home Stan was eerily quiet, so I sat in the passenger seat, humming along to the radio when he turned it all the way down, and looked at me.
"I know your birthday falls on a Thursday this year, and your party isn't until this Friday, but how about you and me go to the mall and do a little birthday shopping?" That was all he had to say, he said my favorite word in the whole dictionary, shopping!! I squealed with delight, and said that would be great. He called my school and told them I would be out for the day due to illness. And we headed to the mall. We spent almost all day shopping together, and I spent a great deal of money on new clothes, shoes, and things. We only separated briefly, he claimed he wanted to get something for mom, as a surprise for when she got home. So he gave me one of his credit cards, and we agreed to meet back at the Macy's in one hour. That hour flew by, so I started walking towards Macy's, I saw Stan sitting on a bench, when he saw me, he stood up, smiled and waved at me.
"Did you find what you wanted for mom?" I said pointing at the two bags he held in his hands.
"I certainly did. Do you have everything you want?"
"Yup. Here's your card back. Thank you! You're the best!!"
"Okay, how about some dinner? I know this really nice place we can go to. But I warn you, I might just have to tell the waiter that it's your birthday, and they might just try to embarrass you."
"Good luck with that! I don't embarrass easily." So we went to dinner.
That week pasted quickly, and my party was one for the books! Everyone had a blast, and just as he promised, Stand stayed up for the entire party, but did not bother us once. After all the guest went home, he came down to help me clean up the mess.
"Was it a good party?" He asked me with a smile.
"Yes! The food was awesome! It was a great idea to have it catered! And everyone enjoyed themselves."
"Well that's good. But what about you? Did you have fun?"
"Of course! Thank you so much!!"
"Okay hunnie, let's go get some sleep. It's late." He kissed me on the top of my head, and we went to bed. The next day I woke up, there was a note on my bathroom mirror; "Mom called, said she has to stay an extra two weeks. She misses you, and loves you lots. I had to go to a site to supervise some workers. I'll be back later. There's a $50.00 on the fridge for pizza. Don't stay up too late. --Love, Stan."
I got dressed in some of my new clothes, a black mini skirt, and a tub-top, with my new heels. I called Billie, my boyfriend, and told him I was home alone until really late. Billie was really good at taking hints. He was over at the house in ten minutes flat.
"What took you so long?" I cooed at him as he walked through the door.
"I got lost. You look great!" I lead him back to my room, and shut the door behind us. We sat on the bed, and started kissing. I felt his tongue in my mouth, and let his hands play with my breasts. I worked my hands down his shirt to his thighs, and eventually to his already erect penis.
"This is just going to be in my way." He said as he removed my shirt, and with a giggle I said;
