Jamie called last night and after speaking for a couple of minutes with her mother, she asked to talk to me. I took the phone and she began to cry as she told me about her breakup with her boyfriend. She barely mentioned it to her mom, but she told me in great detail about the last few weeks and the fight that ended their relationship.
She has always been closer to me than to her mom. Our bond started many years ago when she was a little child.
She was a headstrong kid, always getting into things and pushing the limits. She was very much like me in that regard. My wife, her mom, is very conservative and never takes any chances. She is an accountant.
It seemed that she always was around me more. I would let her ride in my truck when I went to job sites to check on the progress of some of my projects, and she liked to try to help me as I worked. We were buddies from her eighth birthday until she turned eighteen, then something happened that changed our relationship forever.
She had planned a sleepover to celebrate graduation from high school for a month and when the day finally came, she was busy getting everything ready. My wife and I had agreed to be scarce, and to make sure there was pop and snacks and money for call in pizza left for her. Six girl friends spent the night and we could hear them giggling and laughing through the late night.
The next morning, they were sleeping late and my wife had gone in to the office, while I was busy with some phone calls. I went to the kitchen for some juice and after I had poured a glass I was sitting at the breakfast bar drinking it and looking through the newspaper. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a motion on the couch in the living room across the way.
One of her friends was lying on the couch, and had just rolled over onto her back. I hadn't noticed that she was in the room when I came in, but now I walked closer to see who it was. It was Stephanie, Jamie's best friend. Apparently she had moved out to this room for privacy or so she could sleep during the early hours.
She was sound asleep as I quietly walked closer to her. She was wearing a t shirt and panties. Her shirt had worked up enough that I could see her breasts. She was the same age as Jamie and her breasts were firm and full. I was fascinated with her pink nipples, that looked like pencil erasers. As I gazed at her, I felt my cock stirring in my jeans, and I looked around to be sure no on else was up before I rubbed my cock.
Her legs were splayed apart and the right one was bent at the knee, so that the little slit of her pussy was evident through her panties. I rubbed harder, and moved to within six feet of her. I was careful to watch her face to make sure she didn't suddenly wake up and see me that near her.
My heart raced as I gazed at her. I carefully unzipped my jeans, and pulled my cock out for relief. I looked back and forth from her sweet and innocent face to her titties and to her pussy, and I stroked my cock. It throbbed and jumped from the excitement. I looked around to be sure I was still alone with her, and then I started stroking harder.
She remained deep asleep. I could hear her deep breathing and was sure she was not about to awaken. I leaned closer and sniffed at her pussy. I could detect the faint musky odor that I loved. I wanted to kiss her so much, but I didn't. I moved closer to her breasts until I was within a few inches of them.
My cock raged in my hand as I became braver. I raised back up and knew I was going to cum soon, so I looked for something to catch the cum in, and as I turned to the kitchen, I saw Jamie standing there watching me silently.
I tried to hide my cock, but there was nothing I could do to conceal what I was doing. She didn't move or say anything, but simply stared at me. I didn't know what to do. I had been caught, so I struggled to return my cock to my jeans and I walked to her. She went into the kitchen as far away from Stephanie as she could and waited for me.
I went to her and said "I am embarassed about what I was doing. I have never done anything like that before. It wasn't what it looked like."
"Come on Dad, don"t tell me that. I know what I saw. You were playing with yourself while you looked at Stephanie."
She had summarized the situation well.
"Yes. I was" was all I could say.
"I'm sorry I interrupted you. You looked like you were enjoying it."
"Yes, I was almost finished too."
"Have you ever done that while I was asleep?"
"No."
