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  Annie rolls her eyes. She’s not getting along with her dad all that well, but Tulip and I agree. I don’t know anything about football, but my dad and Ben played in high school and college. They’re very competitive. This should be interesting.

  “Get downstairs then, everyone is ready to play,” Mom says.

  I stay in my bikini and cover-up since it’s comfortable and easy to move in. We go down stairs and when I see Ben standing next to my dad without his shirt on, I literally stumble down the first two stairs before I catch myself.

  “Careful, clumsy,” Annie teases.

  I smile and wave her off as I try to get my heart under control. Ben has the body of an athlete, all lean muscle and smooth skin. Nothing like my dad’s actual “dad bod”, that’s soft and doughy in the middle. Ben even has a six pack that ripples beautifully when he laughs.

  I want to reach out and touch him, run my fingers along his wide shoulders. Touch his brown wavy hair, run my fingers through it.

  “Hey kiddo,” my dad says, shattering my fantasy and bringing me back to reality. “You’re on my team.”

  “Great,” I say. We’re definitely going to lose. There’s no way my dad will be able to keep up with Ben, and since I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ll be pretty much useless on our team.

  My dad gives me a brief overview of the rules. It’s our family against theirs. Annie and Tulip are far more athletic than my mom and I, so we most definitely don’t stand a chance. Oh well. It’s just a game. Wish I could convince my dad of that, but he seems to have something to prove. He stares at the other team with determination, and when he comes back into our huddle, there’s nothing but fierce determination in his eyes. This isn’t going to end well.

  “The only one who will be able to keep up with Ben is you, Jenny-Bean. I want you on him like white on rice,” my dad says.

  My cheeks heat up. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I wouldn’t mind staying on Ben all night long. “On it,” I say.

  Maybe flag football isn’t so bad after all.

  So basically, all I have to do is run and grab the flag off Ben’s belt whenever he has ball. This should be easy, right?

  Wrong.

  Ben is fast. Like, Superman fast. And he has the stamina of someone half his age. I’m already out of breath. My dad keeps yelling at me to stay on Ben. I’m starting to get frustrated with his constant demands, so the next time Annie snaps the ball and Ben catches it, I burst from my line like a cheetah and head straight for him. I don’t think he’s expecting my speed and for me to suddenly be on top of him. I know it’s supposed to be flag football, but I’m caught up in the moment and I jump on him.

  We tumble to the ground together, tangled in each other’s limbs. I roll on top of him, straddling him. I reach down and yank a flag from his belt. He laughs and tries to snatch it back, but I stuff it down into the cup of my bikini top.

  “If you want it so bad, you’ll have to come get it.”

  He freezes, and suddenly I feel that his dick is hard as a rock beneath me. To everyone else it looks like a friendly tackle, but I know differently, and judging by the look on his face, Ben does too. Ben stares into my eyes and we’re locked that way, both realizing this is now more than just a friendly game of flag football. My little stunt has taken it to the next level. And though he’s hard and obviously feels some desire toward me, I don’t know if it’s what he wants.

  I start to climb off of him, but his hand goes to my thigh and he squeezes. My dad and mom are too busy celebrating our victory, and Annie and Tulip wallowing in their defeat to notice when Ben reaches into my bikini top and grabs the flag. His fingers brush against my nipple and they turn to small diamonds.

  I’m startled by the sudden touch and can’t help but think, Oh shit.

  3

  Ben

  Oh shit, I think as I stare up at the sweating, gorgeous, heavy-breathing body of my best friend’s daughter. She’s a woman now with gorgeous curves and lovely pert breasts. Her thick blonde hair cascades in natural curls down her back and the sweat glistens off her young tan body in the receding sunlight. She’s intoxicating.

  I think about all the touching and groping she’d been doing throughout the game and realize she’s been flirting with me this entire time. What the hell is happening? I feel like some kind of creep, but she’s eighteen. She’s an adult. That’s okay, isn’t it? My brain wants to argue that it’s not. Not only because she’s only eighteen, but also because she’s my friend’s daughter and my own daughter’s best friend.

  My brain argues that it’s not okay, but my body is telling me something entirely different. My hard-on refuses to go away, no matter what I try to think about to distract myself. I even try to picture my ex-wife which is a guaranteed boner-killer, but even that doesn’t work. This girl has my body frozen in ecstasy.

  I want to keep testing her, see how far she’s willing to take this, but my son yells out for us to hurry up, get back on the line so we play some more before the sun goes down and we have to stop for the night.

  Jenny climbs off of me. She smiles and winks when she does, and that doesn’t help my situation at all. This isn’t over. I have to know what’s going on.

  When I stand up, I have to use the football to hide my erection. After one more play, we go in the cabin to wash up before dinner. The girls go up to their rooms, the boys remain outside to play, and John and Mary work on finishing dinner. I’d offer to help, but they know my skills in the kitchen are less than favorable.

  I go into the downstairs bathroom and run cold water in the sink, taking handfuls and washing my face. Maybe the slap of cold water will wake me up from this dream I’m having. And just maybe it will cool me down because I’m overheated after my encounter with Jenny during the football game.

  Every inch of my clothes and exposed skin is covered in dried mud and grass stains. I need a shower before dinner. No washcloth is a match for the mess I’ve made of myself. I should probably take a cold shower too, but I don’t think even the cold water will do enough to get rid of the hard-on raging in my shorts. If I stand any chance of getting Jenny out of my head before we sit down to dinner, I’m going to need to take care of that.

  I step under the warm water of the shower and let the stream cascade over my shoulders, relaxing the sore muscles. As I bow my head and feel the tension ease, I start to wonder what the hell happened out there. Did that really happen with Jenny or did I have some kind of vivid daydream that only felt so real? I can still smell her. Despite sweating, she smelled like flowers and mint, and some kind of fruity shampoo. She smelled of youth and vitality, a scent that is dangerously addictive. The memory of it is burned into my brain and keeps my cock hard even after my best attempts to think about anything else.

  I know it’s wrong—in so many ways—to touch myself right now while thinking of Jenny, but since I’m alone, I allow my mind to wander back to her. I soap up my body and remember the see-through bathing suit cover she wore and the tiny black bikini under it that left very little for the imagination. Her breasts are small yet perky, her hard nipples were easy to notice, and that smooth, tan skin …

  I close my eyes and soap up my hard dick. The sensation makes my whole body quiver.

  I wrestle with myself. Part of me wants Jenny out of my head because the things I’m thinking about are wrong. She’s my best friend’s daughter and my own daughter’s best friend. I’ve known Jenny since she was just a child.

  But she’s not a child anymore. She’s a mature young woman with gorgeous curves and an ass you can bounce a quarter off of. That look she gave me while straddling my waist is something I’ll never forget. Her stormy gray eyes searched mine, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. She stared at me and bit her bottom lip as if she were thinking about kissing me.

  Maybe I was imagining it, but I know for certain I was not imagining her rocking back and forth against my cock, and the slight moan she let out when she was doing it. She’s always been a beautiful
girl, but in that moment, something changed. She was the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.

  As I picture all of the little details of that moment on the lawn as we played football, I realize I’ve been stroking my dick this entire time. My hand moves so fast it’s a blur as I imagine ripping that bikini off of her and tasting the sweet and salty taste of her naked skin and plunging my cock into her tight young pussy. As soon as I imagine her clawing at my back and crying out my name, my cock explodes and I shoot cum against the tiled shower wall.

  My knees are weak and my vision is blurry once I’ve come down. Hopefully that’s all I needed to get Jenny out of my system for a while. Though knowing that we’ll be stuck together for the next three weeks, I have a feeling this won’t be the last time I’ll be spraying these shower walls.

  * * *

  Once I’m finished, I wrap a towel around my waist. My clothes are too dirty to put back on and I forgot to get clean ones before I got into the shower.

  I step out of the bathroom and see Jenny sitting on the couch where I’ll be sleeping the rest of the time we’re here. She’s alone. The others must still be in their own rooms or in the kitchen. She’s changed her clothes as well. This time she’s wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts that are so short they’re practically underwear. She smiles at me and subtly sticks out her chest so that I notice she’s not wearing a bra. Not only that, but the tank top is sheer enough so that I can see the pink of her nipples through the white fabric.

  After just busting the biggest load I’ve let out in years, I would’ve thought my tank would be drained, but I guess not. I’m instantly hard again. The sudden bulge loosens my towel and I almost drop it right there in front of her. My reflexes are fast enough to catch it.

  She notices and lets out the most adorable little giggle. “Close one,” she says, sounding almost disappointed.

  Does she really want to see my cock? I’m half tempted to just drop the towel and see how she reacts. But that is too risky with so many other people in the house.

  “Too close,” I agree.

  I grab my clothes from my suitcase and go back into the bathroom, conveniently not shutting the door all the way. I leave it open a crack, and I can see through the mirror that she’s watching me, though I don’t think she realizes I can see her as well.

  I drop my towel and my hard prick stands at attention. I watch as Jenny’s jaw drops. I’m hung far larger than the average man. In fact, it’s the one—and only—thing my ex admitted that she’d miss about me. Before I was married, the women I’d slept with were often intimidated by my size and some couldn’t even fit their mouths around it to give me head. To a tiny girl like Jenny, it must be almost scary to look at.

  But the look on her face is far from fearful. It’s pure lust. She licks her bottom lip and unconsciously touches herself between the legs. Her gaze wanders up my body, and when her eyes meet mine in the mirror, I wink at her. She blushes furiously and covers her smile with her hands.

  Her mom calls her name and she jumps off the couch as if someone prodded her, and she runs into the kitchen. I shut the bathroom door and can’t help but fear I’m in trouble. There’s no way I’m going to be satisfied with this vacation until I get my hands on my best friend’s daughter.

  * * *

  The table is set with all the summer dishes one would expect from a vacation by the lake: barbeque chicken, potato salad, baked beans, and slices of watermelon. It smells delicious and after that workout during football (and in the shower), I’m starving.

  We all gather in the kitchen. The boys get their plates and run off to go talk about the newest video game they’re obsessing over at the moment. The rest of us get our food. John and his wife sit at each end of the table, while my daughters sit across from me, and Jenny sits beside me. My daughters wanted to eat outside, but Jenny had wanted to sit at the table with the rest of us, and so the others decided to do the same. She even hurried to sit down next to me so neither of my girls would have the chance. Or at least that’s how it seemed. I can’t be sure if it was on purpose or if I was imagining it.

  “So,” John says as we sit down to eat. “How are things with you, Ben?”

  I know what he means by that. He has that look of concern on his face, the way he always gets when curious about how I’ve been since the divorce. Normally I would sidestep the conversation to avoid talking about their mother in front of the girls, but since they seem to be in a heated argument with each other over boys and not paying any attention to the conversation, I answer.

  “Other than getting my ass handed to me in court and finding out my wife cheated on me the whole time we were married, I’m doing great,” I say light-heartedly to keep things from getting too dark. This is supposed to be a vacation, after all.

  I glance at my girls, still arguing, still not listening. Then I glance at Jenny. She’s silently nibbling at a piece of watermelon, keeping to herself, but I can tell she’s listening. She’s always been the quiet type, always concerned about others. That’s part of the reason I always liked her being friends with Annie who could be slightly selfish at times. Jenny helped to balance out that part of her. Their personalities complement each other.

  John bringing up the topic of my ex has my mind wandering back to my divorce. The separation wasn’t that long ago. It all happened so fast. When I first found out she cheated on me, I thought it had been a one-time thing and that we could work things out in marriage counselling. I wasn’t ready for a divorce because I knew how hard that would be on the kids.

  But then the rumors started to fly. And then those rumors turned to facts and secretly made videos and proof. Turns out she’d been cheating on me for years with multiple guys. She even told me there was a possibility that my son wasn’t mine and asked me to take a paternity test. I didn’t want to because I didn’t want to believe it, but she insisted and so I took the test. Turned out he was mine after all. But the damage those accusations caused was already done. There was no marriage left to save. I didn’t love her anymore and staying in a loveless marriage seemed more harmful to the kids than going our separate ways.

  John gives me a weak smile and nods.

  I’m not all that messed up over the split anymore. I want to tell him that when seeing the pitying look on his face. The only thing that still hurts is knowing I’d been lied to for so long. I’m glad my ex is gone. She’s off traveling the world with her new sugar-daddy who looks like a shriveled up potato with grease-slicked hair. Money was all she ever cared about. Didn’t seem to matter that she got the money at the expense of her family. Whatever makes her happy, I guess. And as long as she stops trying to come after me.

  It’s silent at the table except for the continued bickering of my daughters. I can tell John’s wife is uncomfortable with him bringing up the subject; she was a friend of my ex-wife’s after all. I’m sure she’ll probably get on him about it later. I was afraid they would remain friends after the divorce and that would put a rift between me and John, but her loyalties fell on me. I’m sure John probably had something to do with that, which I’m thankful for.

  I’m surprised when I hear Jenny’s soft voice beside me. “That’s awful that your ex-wife did that to you,” she says. She looks directly at me and for a moment I get lost in those stormy eyes again, the way I did when she was on top of me when we were playing football. I can’t help but appreciate the concern and kindness in her eyes and in her voice. For someone so young, there’s a maturity there that my daughters and most girls their age lack. Jenny is different.

  “Why don’t we change the subject,” I say, not wanting to talk about my ex anymore. I don’t want to bring the mood down, and right now, all I can think about is Jenny.

  After dinner I sit and have a few beers with John until his wife announces that she’s taking the kids to go see an outdoor movie in town and wants us to go. I politely decline. Sitting down and watching a movie when all I can do is think about Jenny will be nearly impossible. Maybe if I ca
n get sometime alone, I can finally talk myself out of this crazy notion that something might happen between us during this vacation.

  When the others leave, I head down to the lake. It’s almost dark. The sunset turns the sky different shades of orange and pink. It reflects off the glassy water and looks like something out of a dream. It’s a beautiful view, but not even close to the thing of beauty I spot over by the docks. Jenny stands next to the water in a different bikini than she wore during the football game. This one is white with little flowers on it. The bottoms are so small I can practically see her pubic bone, and the only thing keeping them on are the little ties on the side. The top part of the suit is made up of small triangles of fabric just wide enough to cover her areola and nipples, and the rest is string as thin as dental floss. Her legs are long and slender. Their length makes her look taller than she is.

  She dips her toes into the water as I approach her from behind. Damn, her ass looks good, her soft cheeks poking out the sides. Each cheek is the perfect size to cup my hands around.

  My dick stirs the closer I get. I can smell her skin as I step up behind her. With a deep breath, I touch her shoulder. She startles, and I grab hold of her before she can fall into the water. She yelps but then starts to laugh when she sees it’s me.

  “You scared me,” she says with the cutest giggle I’ve ever heard. I’m still holding her in my arms and all I want is to pull her closer to me. Instead, I step away and let her go. She looks almost disappointed.

  “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you jump,” I say. “Why aren’t you out with the others watching the movie?”

  She shrugs. “It’s a horror movie. I’m not really into those. Life can be scary enough without finding more things to fear.”

  She really is a bright girl, mature for her age. And I realize it’s not just her young, tight body that I’m attracted to, but her personality too. She’s always been the kind of person that you could have a deeper conversation with. Every time I ever talked to her, she would pop off with some deep revelation of the world around her or say something of surprising substance and intelligence.