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Irresistible

bySecondCircle©

"Well, we're leaving Dad."

I glanced back over my recliner to see my nineteen year old daughter Julie and her two friends heading for the front door behind me. I turned the volume down on the television.

"You guys aren't going to wait for Sarah?" I asked her puzzled.

Julie threw her hands up. "We've been waiting for an hour now. She knew what time we were supposed to leave."

"She does this every time," said Cassie, one of Julie's friends.

"Yeah and it's starting to really tick me off," Julie complained. "Sarah already stood me up for the concert last year, and for the air show last month, and all for stupid guys who don't give a crap about her. Besides, we were supposed to already be at Tamara's birthday party at five to help her set up stuff."

I shrugged. "Well, that's fine sweetheart. Just drive careful and remember if you guys need a ride home, please call me."

I made sure I emphasized the last part. I knew that a bunch of nineteen year old girls weren't going to throw a completely innocent birthday party for their friend. I didn't mind Julie having a little fun, and I knew she would probably be drinking tonight, but I trusted her. She had basically been the woman of the house ever since her mother had left us anyway.

"Dad, I told you we are staying at Tamara's place," Julie reminded me. "We're gonna be fine."

She walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed for the door.

"Bye Dad, love you," Julie said as she slipped out the door.

"Love you, too, honey," I called after her.

I turned to watch her two friends strut out of the house behind her. They were Julie's age and quite beautiful, and tonight they were wearing tight revealing clothes and high heels. I caught a glimpse at her friend Hannah's thick ass that was practically bursting from her tiny blue jean shorts. I shook my head as the front door closed, trying to brush away the impure thoughts that were creeping into my mind. The girls were all in community college, and all nineteen or twenty years of age, but it still felt wrong when I let my naughtier instincts take hold of me.

I flipped through the channels on the television for a while before settling on an old action flick that I had seen a hundred times. I could tell it was going to be a long boring Saturday night. I started to worry a bit about Julie and I glanced at my phone on the end table beside my recliner. It crossed my mind to call her later to make sure they had arrived at her friend's house okay.

She'll be fine, I thought to myself. She's young and having fun. If I called her she would just end up scolding me again, and I knew she had a good head on her shoulders anyway.

I fetched myself a beer from the refrigerator and plopped back down on my recliner. No sooner than I did, the doorbell rang. I rolled my eyes.

"It's open!" I called to the door. "Come on in!"

I figured that Julie or one of her friends had forgotten something and had come back. I heard the door open behind me as I continued to watch the movie on the television.

"Hey, Mr. Harris, what's up?" I heard a young woman say.

I turned to see who had entered the house. To my surprise, I saw Julie's friend Sarah closing the front door. She was the one that the girls had been waiting on to show up.

Immediately, I felt a little nervous. Sarah had been friends with my daughter for quite a while. She was also nineteen years old and had gone to school with Julie. Sarah was a huge flirt and she was gorgeous. What made it worse was that she knew she was gorgeous. She had a slim athletic build and was tall for a girl, probably closer to six feet tall than five. Sarah's chocolate brown hair was always beautiful. It was long, shiny, and so soft looking, and it complimented her tan skin very well.

Today she was wearing a dangerously short, frilly, yellow skirt decorated with flower patterns. She wore a very tight and low cut white tank top, which might as well have been see through, for I could clearly make out her sexy white and black bra beneath the fabric. It was always hard not to stare at Sarah's breasts, for they were a pretty nice C cup size, and she was never shy about flaunting them.

Sarah's heels were audible on the hardwood floor every time she took a step. She walked into the living room giving a brief glance at the movie I was watching. As she did, I couldn't help but stare at the back of her thighs where her petite ass was almost visible beneath her short skirt. I was almost caught staring at her when she looked at me.

"Is Julie upstairs?" Sarah asked me.

"Uh, no," I replied as my gaze fell on her enthralling hazel eyes. "They waited up for you but they left about fifteen minutes ago."

"Dang!" Sarah said with disappointment. "My phone died or I would have called them. I'm always so forgetful about crap like this."

I swallowed hard trying not to let my eyes wander up her long tan legs.

"If you left you could probably catch them," I suggested.

She shook her head and swept her long silky brown hair over her shoulder.

"I can't," Sarah told me. "My sister just dropped me off. She's headed to the movies with her boyfriend and I know she won't come back for me. She already made me give her gas money for bringing me here."

"What about your parents?" I asked.

"Out of town," Sarah answered. "I'll just give Julie a call and see if she'll come back and get me."

Sarah turned and headed back for the door where she had dropped her small purse. I knew I should turn around and watch television, but I couldn't take my eyes off of this girl. It was always this way when Sarah came over. I could remember when she had spent the night with Julie one weekend when the girls first started college. To bed Sarah had worn a little tanktop that exposed her flat stomach, and a pair of tiny gym shorts that were far too small for her. She must have caught me checking her out at least a hundred times that night.

I watched in awe from my chair as Sarah bent over with her back turned to me and fumbled around in her purse for something. Her short skirt lifted just enough for me to see the bottom of her tight tan ass. I could see the honey yellow thong that split her cheeks, as well as where it cupped her most exclusive treat between her thighs. I stared breathlessly for several seconds while my dick filled with blood in my pants. Sarah then stood up straight again after retrieving her phone, at which point I quickly turned around in my seat.

I sat staring at the television screen, trying to fight off the impure thoughts in my head. I shouldn't think this way about Sarah, I told myself. She is my daughter's age for heaven's sake. I tried to get a hold of myself. I thought of everything I could to try to get my pulsing dick to shrink.

"C'mon, Julie," I heard Sarah say under her breath. "Pick up."

I drained the rest of my beer and rose from my recliner. I retrieved another beer from the refrigerator and gulped half of it down, hoping that Sarah would find a ride soon. Thinking back, I realized I had never been in the house alone with her before. I returned to the living room to find Sarah lounging on the couch beside my recliner, her feet tucked underneath her as she leaned back against the cushions and tapped away on her phone. I fought the urge to soak in the view of her smooth bare legs and headed straight for my chair. Sarah glanced up as I passed her.

"No one is answering their phone," Sarah told me with a sigh.

I took another sip of my beer. "Do you want me to call Julie?"

She shook her head and gave me a heart melting smile.

"You shouldn't do that, Mr. Harris," Sarah said. "Julie is probably just mad at me. I've stood her up so many times before. I'm just gonna try to get a hold of one of my other friends that lives on campus to see if she will pick me up."

"Y-you don't have to do that," I said with a nervous stutter. "I could take you to the party and drop you off."

Sarah smiled and her eyes flicked down to my hand. "I wouldn't want to make a bad role model out of you, would I?"

I followed her gaze to the beer in my hand. Smooth, I thought, real smooth.

"Oh, right," I said embarrassed.

"Is it alright if I just hang out here while I try to get a hold of someone?" Sarah asked.

The look on Sarah's face was pleadingly hopeful. It made it extremely difficult to consider telling her no, though an alarm was sounding in my head. This was a recipe for disaster. I already knew how big of a flirt she was, and Julie had told me of her wild and eccentric nature. Evil temptations were eating at me, and I didn't want to give myself the chance to succumb. I didn't know what else to do, though. Sarah was stuck.

"Of course you can," I answered.

Sarah grinned at me and I felt my chest grow warm from the gesture. I showed no visible emotion, but continued to pretend to watch the television. Sarah rose suddenly and headed for the kitchen.

"You mind if I grab a drink, Mr. Harris?" She called to me.

"You know you're always welcome, Sarah," I replied.

She returned a moment later and this time, she took a seat in the other recliner on the opposite side of the couch which was well in my view. At first I tried not to look her way, though her long tan legs teased me in my peripheral vision. Then I heard the hiss and snap of a can opening. I glanced over to see that Sarah had helped herself to one of my beers.

"Whoa, whoa," I said. "You can't have one of those. You're twenty."

Sarah gave me a flirtatious grin.

"Oh, C'mon Mr. Harris," She giggled. "I'll be legal in like eight months. Besides, I'm not driving anywhere or doing anything crazy. I'm here with you. You can chaperone me."

"But I'm not supposed to," I retorted. "Remember, that would make me a bad role model."

Sarah gave me an innocent little smile. "I won't tell anyone if you don't," she offered. "It's what Julie and the rest of the girls are probably doing tonight, anyway."

I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, really? Well, I suspected so. You guys think you're pretty slick, but you forget that we parents were once your age, too."

"Yeah, yeah," she said. "We're young. We just wanna have as much fun as possible while we still can. What's so bad about that?"

"Well, it's not evil," I replied. "But I still don't think I should let you drink here."

Sarah sighed and gave me an almost sheepish smile. She leaned forward in her chair and set the beer can on the coffee table. As she did, I caught a glimpse down her tanktop at her bronze cleavage before her silky chocolate hair fell forward to shield her chest.

"Fine," Sarah conceded. "Just for you I won't drink."

"Thank you," I said with my best smile.

Sarah put her phone to her ear again for a moment before tossing it to the couch.

"Still no answer," she reported with a sigh.

Sarah studied the TV for a while, and I couldn't help but study her. She twirled a finger in her soft straight hair absently, and I could see that her wrist was decorated with a dozen bracelets, all colored to match her outfit. From the corner of my eye, I peered through her thin white tank top at the cups of her bra. It was white, embellished with black lace in the shape of a butterfly where the cups met, with one wing on each cup. I traced the length of her long bronze legs to her simple white and beige cork heels that left the tops of her feet exposed. Her toenails, as well as her fingernails, were painted yellow. I glanced up to her eyes, and I noticed the way she had blended her eye shadow with colors of gold and whisps of grey, making her bright hazel eyes stand out beautifully.

Sarah absently ran her tongue across her top teeth as she watched TV, and I saw that her tongue was pierced as she bit gently on a yellow colored ball on the stud. I felt my dick growing along my thigh in my pants. She was so lovely and young, and my breath caught in my chest just looking at her.

Sarah then glanced my way and my eyes darted quickly back to the TV screen. I felt my face flushing with a hint of embarrassment, for I knew she must have caught me watching her. She adjusted in the chair to face me.

"Do you ever get lonely, Mr. Harris?" Sarah asked me.

I was at a loss for words.

"Like, because I never see you dating anyone or going out much," Sarah said brushing her hair over her ear. "And Julie says you never remarried."

I thought for a moment, unsure of how to proceed.

"I... I dated a few people for a while," I told her. "But I guess I just focused more on raising Julie. Now it seems like she raises me sometimes."

Sarah's hazel eyes studied me mysteriously. Again I saw the yellow ball of her tongue piercing glide across her lip as she played with it absently.

"You're a good dad, ya' know," she told me. "Julie really loves you."

"Uh, thanks, I guess," I said with a nervous laugh.

I took a sip of beer, avoiding Sarah's honey colored gaze. I felt my breathing become a stutter and my arms and legs felt weak. I glanced over as Sarah made another call on her phone. She waited for several moments before tossing it aside in frustration.

"Shit!" She said. Immediately her eyes widened and she looked my way.

"Oh... sorry, Mr. Harris," Sarah said bashfully. "It slipped."

I shrugged and said, "You're a big girl now, you can say what you want."

Sarah gave me a look over and smiled. "I just feel bad cursing in front of you. You're almost like family or something."

"But drinking beer in front of me is okay?" I pointed out.

Sarah grinned and bit her lip.

"You know what?" I said. "You can drink it. I guess it is kind of unfair that your friends are having fun and you aren't. I'd wanna drink, too."

"Cool," Sarah giggled, reaching for the can. "You're pretty sweet, Mr. Harris."

I could feel myself blushing. I tried to focus on the movie, but I felt Sarah's eyes still watching me.

"You don't ever get bored sitting at home alone while Julie goes out and has fun?" Sarah asked suddenly.

"I have my friends, too," I told her. "And sometimes Julie and I go and do stuff together."

"Still, though," Sarah said. "It has to get lonely."

Sarah ran played with her hair as she spoke, and I could see her eyes wandering up and down my body slowly.

"I-I guess," I stuttered. "It's not that bad."

Sarah bit her lip thoughtfully, which seemed to be a nervous habit of hers. Every time she did, I felt like melting.

"I'll hang out with you tonight," she said. "It's not like I'm going anywhere soon, anyway."

I rubbed my short black hair nervously.

"Uh, sure," I said. "I mean, don't you wanna go live it up tonight, though? It's Saturday night, surely there's something fun you could be doing besides sitting here with me."

Sarah shrugged and made a face. "Everyone I know is pretty much at Tamara's party. Besides, who says we couldn't have fun, too?"

I laughed awkwardly. Sarah took several sips of beer and turned again to the movie. I couldn't help but shoot a nervously glance her way. Just as I did, she crossed her legs. Her short skirt slipped up and her left leg was now almost completely exposed to me now. I could basically see the side of her tan ass. I bit down on my tongue hard, unable to avert my eyes. Her large breasts heaved up and down steadily with her every breath.

I knew this shouldn't be happening. Sarah shouldn't be here alone with me, but she was so gorgeous that I couldn't bring myself to find a way for her to leave. Many times I had fantasized about her in my head even though I knew it was wrong. I was torn even more now with my eyes glued to her flawless young body. The truth was that I didn't want Sarah to leave, and I couldn't make her as long as she looked at me with such a pretty face.

Sarah took a sip of beer and a trickle escaped her lips and dripped down her smooth chin. I watched as she took her thumb and gingerly wiped at the corner of her lips. I longed for those lips to be locked with mine, or for them to be around my hard dick.

I was startled from my trance when Sarah glanced over at me suddenly. My eyes met hers this time and I knew I was caught. At first she seemed to not notice. Then, I saw something change in her hazel eyes as they twinkled and a slow smile spread across her face.

"Can I sit with you, Mr. Harris?" Sarah suddenly asked.

I was stunned, unsure of what to say or do. Before I could think of something, Sarah had risen from her chair and was walking slowly toward me. I shifted uncomfortably in my recliner while my mind raced, searching for a logical action to take. She came to stand right in front of me wearing a half smile.

"Just let me get these shoes off," Sarah mumbled softly.

She bent over as she had done earlier and unfastened the straps of her heels. The whole time, she was looking up at me with those hazel eyes. From this angle, I could see down her shirt and into her bra. Her tan breasts rested within, jiggling with her every movement.

"Uh, w-what..." I stammered, "Sarah... w-what are you doing?"

"I'm gonna sit with you," Sarah told me as she stood up straight and kicked off her heels.

"Sarah... y-you shouldn't do that," I stuttered nervously. "This... this isn't right...."

Sarah's bent knee was already making its way onto my recliner beside my upper thigh.

"C'mon, Mr. Harris," she purred. "Don't you want me to sit with you?"

Her other leg was now beside me as Sarah straddled me in my recliner. I had never been this close to her. The sweet scent of her perfume filled my nose as her body drew close to mine. I looked up as she placed her arms on the top of the chair. She gazed down at me sweetly, and her eyes and her smile turned me to butter. Her breasts jutted out before me. Her chocolate hair hung down just inches from my face.

Everything was happening fast and I felt cornered and trapped. I wrestled with my emotions, for I wanted to push her off of me, but at the same time my excitement grew with every second.

"Sarah," I said sternly, "you have to get off of me."

Sarah's eyes met mine again. Gazing into them I could tell she was in no hurry at all to get off of my lap.

"Why?" Sarah whispered.

"This... this isn't right," I told her with a quiver in my voice. "I'm twice your age... you're ... you're my daughter's best friend."

Sarah placed her soft cheek against my own as she drew her lips close to my ear. Her touch sent shivers through my body.

"But you said I was a big girl now, Mr. Harris," she moaned into my ear. "Why can't you treat me like a big girl?"

My fingers dug into the arm of my recliner, fighting the urge to grab her. My eyes closed as the smell of her silky hair intoxicated me. An uncontrollable whimper escaped my lips. Sarah breathed a warm sigh into my ear and I felt my dick strain between my thigh and my pants. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

I came to my senses and my hands shot down to Sarah's legs as I attempted to push her off of my lap. She sat up straight and gave me a playfully wicked grin. Her small slender hands found mine on her thighs. She rubbed and groped them gently and I froze and looked up at her. She licked her lips seductively, the stud in her tongue sliding back and forth slowly.

"I like your hands on me," Sarah said. "They feel so rough and strong."

I felt her hands pulling mine, guiding them up and around her tan thighs.

"Sarah, no!" I hissed.

Looking up into her hazel eyes, I knew that I couldn't stop her unless I threw her off of me. Our hands slid under her frilly flowered skirt together and over her petite ass. The sensation I felt was amazing. Her tight ass was smooth and cool. Sarah lifted her soft hands from mine and placed her arms around my neck. I couldn't bring myself to let go of her ass. I felt so horrible and guilty but so ecstatic.

I was now locked in her hypnotizing gaze. Sarah was so beautiful that it hurt me inside just to look at her. She inched her face slowly toward mine.

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