BEST FRIENDS DAUGHTER - Sex Stories

BEST FRIENDS DAUGHTER

... the time the incident in question had rolled around, however, I had pretty much had dismissed Casey as a typical cock tease, figuring I had two chances of screwing her as I did getting sex at home more often than every Saturday night. Slim and none. Or so I thought then. Adam had been out of town and, as always, I was left instructions "to look in on Casey," and take care of anything she might need. Casey had come in from an afternoon movie date with her latest boyfriend one Saturday. She had been home about an hour when someone had tried to break into the house. After calling the police to come take a report, Casey had called Judy in tears. She was scared, she said, when was Daddy coming home? "Matt," my wife said once she'd told Casey that Adam would be home in a couple of hours, "Go down and stay with Case for awhile. She's really shaken up." When I asked what was wrong, Judy told me the whole story. Afraid for the girl, I took off down to Adam's a few doors away without a second thought. Casey met me at the door in a cut off pink T shirt and skimpy boy shorts, her pale hair pulled back in a ponytail. She grabbed me in a hug, happy to see me there. "They didn't do anything to you, did they, honey?" I asked when she told me about the whole thing. "No....they didn't get in. I guess the neighbors pulling into the driveway next door scared them off." She didn't let go of me. "Matt, stay with me till Daddy gets home in a couple of hours. Please?" I would have been insane not ...

... to; here was a young girl clearly in distress; never mind she'd been my best friend's daughter. We sat in the living room and talked awhile, Casey eventually calming down. "You know your dad always tells me to look in on you and take care of you while he's gone," I reassured her. "I'm just glad this was one of the days I was home." Casey gently rubbed my thigh. "And I'm so glad. Don't leave me. Please. I don't want to be alone." "Judy and I are always here for you, sweetheart, just like when you were little." "Yeah," she smiled. "I can always count on you guys. And you know something else?" "What?" "Daddy has a lot of friends," she purred, climbing onto my lap and rubbing my shoulders, "but I always thought you were the sexiest friend he had. Will you hold me for a bit?" "Casey, you know this isn't right," I said, trying to mentally fight off what was happening. "Says who? I'm eighteen, and you may be saying no, but your body is telling me yes. I've always wanted you, Matt, and I can tell how you look at me sometimes that you want me too. You're not being satisfied at home, are you?" Before I could respond, she bent her head down, kissing me deeply; I took her tongue into my mouth, entwining it with mine. "I've never done this with an older man before," Casey breathed, looking directly at me and cupping her hand around my neck, pulling me towards her. Our lips met again, glued together in a passionate embrace. Breaking the kiss, she climbed off my lap, took my hand and motioned ...