Stacy's Daughter - Becky's Last Night - Sex Stories

Stacy's Daughter - Becky's Last Night

... her appearance. Her straight milk chocolate brown hair hung just past her shoulders. Those bright brown eyes highlighted by her dark lashes can light up my day. She had on a black low-cut tank top stretched across her tits. Her sexy boy shorts hugged her hips and showed off her shapely legs nicely. All of which made it hard for me to think clearly. Those large nipples that poked at her top didn't help.

"Thought you might like to hang out. It's been a while, and with tomorrow..." I left the rest unsaid since we both knew what the next day would bring.

She pulled me over to her pink four-poster princess bed. Where she sat us down at the foot. I tried to figure out why she looked so sad. She was about to head off to college and should be excited.

After a heavy breath, she pouted, "Don't really want to go."

I took her hand and said, "I'm sure it will be great once you're there. You'll make new friends. You'll have a ton of fun with parties and drinking. I'm sure you'll love it."

"Was that what it was like for you?" she asked.

I looked at the floor, "Well, no, but you're not some nerd who doesn't know how to talk to people. You'll do great."

She gave me her heartwarming smile. "Get along pretty well with me."

I held my hands to my heart in mocked surprise, "Oh, My. Did you say something nice?"

"No," she said automatically with a grin.

I brushed a few strands of her hair out of her eyes. "I will miss you."

"Me, or my tits?" she asked as she ...

... bounced them.

I grinned. "Both... all three."

She gave me a playful laugh as she wrapped her arms around me again. "Gonna miss you too."

After a few moments, she asked with her head on my shoulder, "How long do we have before the warden comes looking?"

"As long as you like," I said softly next to her ear.

The mild vanilla aroma that always lingered around her was lovely. She wore it because she liked it, but I enjoyed it too. I'm not sure if it was because it reminded me of my favorite foods or if I'd associated it with her. Both, It was probably both.

There was no doubt that I cared about her a great deal. She had been almost a daughter to me for the last three years. Yet, the last month has been...odd. It wasn't even the sex. That hadn't been a problem for us. It was mainly that Becky and I were forbidden to be alone together. It's hard to stay close to someone when you can't have a private conversation.

"Can we?" she asked while she nodded her head towards the rest of the bed.

As a response, I popped off my shoes, scootched up the bed, and got comfy with my head on a pillow. She scrambled up and laid her head on my chest. While I played with her hair, she wrapped her arms around me and sighed contently. Tension seemed to drain from her body.

"Missed me that much?" I asked with a grin.

I was happy to see I had that effect on her.

"No," she told my chest.

Her response was instant and also complete bullshit. It's just how she is. Neither of us ...