As I lay there with Megan on the sofa, basking in the glow of a new, sexually intense relationship, my mind raced. What was I going to do with Megan's mother, Eve? What was I going to do with Megan? I realized I needed to put some distance between Megan and me for a few days -- much like I did with Eve -- so I could try and get my head screwed back on. I spent the next three days -- Thursday, Friday and Saturday -- avoiding Megan and all of her phone calls and text messages. It was not easy and, by Saturday, she was on to my avoidance and not happy with me.
Sunday came and I, as I always do during football season, perched myself on my chair in front of the TV where I'd remain for the entire day, arising only to get food or go to the bathroom.
Later that morning, Megan woke up and came downstairs. She asked me what I did the day before and I told her about my two rounds of golf and dinner with some friends. Megan had worked until close for the 3rd night in a row and then had gone out drinking and dancing with some girlfriends.
"You should have seen me last night, Daddy. You would have liked what I wore." She said.
"Un hunh." I responded without taking my eyes off the game on the TV. I was trying hard to appear distracted.
"I danced with one guy so that he'd buy my drinks but I told him to get lost when he started grinding me on the dance floor. I want a man, a gentleman." She said, then a long pause.
"Like you, Daddy. You could have me anytime, anywhere, any hole."
"Very tempting. What are you going to do today?" I asked feigning interest.
"Well, it's supposed to be a hot day for November so I thought I'd lay out by the pool for a little while, then I'm gonna go see a movie with a friend this afternoon." She said.
"Oh, all right. Well, you know me, I'm going to do what I do every Sunday during football season." I informed her.
"I know." She said, feigning mock exasperation.
About an hour or two later, Megan came downstairs in a bikini and headed towards the pool. She made sure I saw her. My jaw dropped and I hoped it was not too obvious.
She wore a teeny metallic gold bikini that contrasted very well with her naturally dark complexion. The bottoms were so low that her ass, already tight and small, was somewhat visible. The triangle top barely covered her firm, perfectly shaped C-cup tits. Little string wrapped around her neck and back. My blood began boiling and I thought about taking her right then, right there. I fought to suppress the urge.
I watched her intently as she made her way out to a lounge chair by the pool. She positioned it so that I had no problem seeing her from my chair in my den. I knew she was doing this -- teasing me, making sure I saw her in her sexy, skimpy bikini -- on purpose.
I watched my team play for a few hours and managed only to glance at Megan during commercials. The door bell rang and I assumed it was her friend, here to pick her up. As I walked to the door, I wondered why Megan was not ready if her friend was here to go to the movie.
When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Andrew. Andrew, also Megan's age, was one of Megan's high school boyfriends and her date to the senior prom six months earlier. I hadn't seen Andrew since the spring. I welcomed him in and began chatting him up, finding out what he'd been up to. As we stood in the foyer, Megan came in - still in her skimpy metallic gold bikini -- and greeted him with a hug and a peck on the cheek.
"Hey, I'm sorry I'm not ready. Come on up and wait while I change." She said apologetically.
Poor Andrew looked confused. I'm sure he thought he'd be told to wait downstairs while she changed. Megan could tell he was reluctant and grabbed him and led him up the stairs.
"Come on, I won't bite. I'll be quick." She encouraged.
I returned to my chair in the den, watching the game. From my position, I could see the stairs and the foyer. Five minutes passed and they had not come downstairs. Ten minutes passed and they were still up there. I decided to go have a look for myself. I quietly made my way up the stairs and stopped in the upstairs hallway. Down the hall, I could tell the door to Megan's room was ajar. Curiously, I didn't hear any voices so I walked quietly down the hall to peek in to her room. As I approached her room, with the door half open, I could now hear Andrew moaning softly.
I positioned myself so I could see them in her room but, hopefully, was out of their line of sight. Andrew was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes closed, his pants and boxers down around his ankles. Megan's head was bobbing in his lap. Still in her impossibly tiny metallic gold bikini and on her knees before him, she was sucking Andrew's cock. Her head rose and fell over his penis while her right hand pumped his shaft. Her pace was moderate. I continued to watch, my dick stiffening instantly.
"Oh yeah that's good." Andrew said quietly.
"Mmmm." Megan moaned back, letting Andrew know she, too, was liking this.
She bobbed and pumped his cock a few more times and then, very suddenly, be began to cum.
"Unh, I'm cumming!" was all Andrew said.
Megan's hand kept pumping but she jerked her head away in surprise and disdain. Andrew's dick spewed cum out all over Megan's face, chest and breasts. Megan's hand continued to work his shaft, pointing the red and swollen head at her tits. I could tell from their body language that his dick continued to spray her with his warm, pearly white semen.
"I'm sorry, so sorry!" Andrew blurted out. "I didn't mean to cum in your mouth or on your face, it just happened so quickly! It was so incredible and you're so good at that!"
