Part 6 - Clarice goes for a second time - Sex Stories

Part 6 - Clarice goes for a second time

... does not have. She is curvy, good butt, really great tits, beautiful green eyes that goes with her semi-long red hair, and a killer smile. Boys like her. Men want her. And to makes matters worse, she is almost always wearing shorts. And to top it off, her top is very tight on her and has a good cleavage. Oh and she does not know it, but she is flirty without realizing it.

“Everything is good. Life at home is kind of boring to be honest. School is okay. It’s just me doing my best, trying to look pretty.”, she replies.

My dad sits on my couch, on the arm rest, next to her. “Oh stop. You are already pretty. A natural beauty...”

Stop flirting with my best friend, dad.

“Thank you, sir.” She always called him sir.

“You’re welcome”, he says. And then he did something l never saw him do before,. He put his hand on her back, leaned in, snd kissed her forehead. Then he got up and went back upstairs.

Sara saw it as a nice gesture, and maybe it is, but l saw it as flirting. I saw it as an occasion to finally touch her after all this time she couldn’t come to the house. Because they used to play-fight and he would hug her too.

“I really needed to hear that.”, she adds as she gets teary. I went over to her and hugged her. Poor thing has been so disappointed in men that here l am getting the best sex of my life (and only sex) by these guys who are caring and such, but all she knew was men taking advantage of her, and her caving in because it is the only affection she ...

... knew.

And even though l see it as my dad flirting with her, it helps Sara to know that there is some men out there that truly care for her and truly love her. So yes, she did need to hear that.

“C’mon, let’s go upstairs and see if we cannot steal a few games of cards with them...”, as cards was a huge thing with them.

We all decided to play poker. It is the only fame we all knew. And before you ask, no it was NOT strip. My father was there, remember? But Quark did joke about it that we should play strip. Bob replied to Quark that he just wants the occasion to show his penis. We all laughed. I added back that l don’t think he would have a lot to show. Everyone burst out laughing, including Quark.

“Bravo Clarice, well delivered.”, Quark replies. And then high fives me. The table consisted of my dad on one end, then me, then Jack, then Quark at the other end, then Bob, and finally Sara between Bob and my father. We were playing with peanuts for wager. The guys were drinking beer. We were invited to take sips. I took a few. Sara also. They did not mind as long as it was in our home, surrounded by adults. It was the eighties after all. Sara ended up with her own bottle, l did not.

Here is what l noticed throughout the game night. Everyone had a good time and making jokes. It was a long time since l had not laugh that much. I am not the best poker player. Jack was worse. He would occasionally look at me and give me side elbows when he would tell me a joke. Bob would ...