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Stella's Situation

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Stella was in a hurry. Her mom, Sharon, had said to be home by six for dinner with their houseguest. Tennis practice had let out late, and Stella would have just enough time to make it if she skipped showering and changing. She sprinted out to her white Jeep - the old-school, boxy kind. It was her first car and she loved it to death. Today, she even matched it in her short white skirt and athletic tank top. She sped off home and was met at the door by her anxious mother.

"Oh, there you are, Stella. I was just getting worried."

"Chill out, Mom. It's only Kevin." Truth be told, Stella was actually kind of excited to see Kevin. He had been a friend of her parents since they were in high school, and she'd had a huge crush on him ever since she was about 14.

Dodging past her mom and into the living room, she saw Kevin relaxing in a gray business suit on their brown leather sofa. When he saw her, he set down his drink and stood up with a smile on his face. She bounced over to him and gave him a hug.

"Hey there, pumpkin," he said, kissing the top of her head. "You smell nice, what are you wearing?"

Stella glanced up at him to see if he was giving her shit, but couldn't tell.

"Oh, it's a lovely new fragrance. Eau de Tennis Practice, if you must know," she said, sticking her tongue out. "Mom, do I have time to shower before dinner? I'm all sweaty and gross."

"Well, not really, dear."

"Ah, you look fine to me," said Kevin. Stella thought his gaze lingered on her a bit too long, but she shook it off as wishful thinking. At that moment, Stella's dad, Jeff, came out, and they all moved into the dining room. They chatted amiably about what Kevin had been up to in the four years since he'd last been out their way.

"No, still not married. Not sure I'm interested, to be honest. I get plenty of pussy without putting a ring on it." He stopped abruptly, looking uncomfortably at Stella. "Ahh, excuse me," he said to her, "I got so wrapped up in talking to your parents like old times, and you're acting like such an adult, I guess I forgot myself."

Stella frowned over at him, "I am an adult, you know. Nineteen this year, for your information."

"Sorry again," he held up his hands in apology, grinning this time. Sharon rolled her eyes. Jeff shook his head. They exchanged a look.

"So, Kevin, about the pussy," he said.

"Daaaaad!" Stella squealed.

"What, it's okay to hear Kevin say it, but not your old man?"

"Hmmph, it's different," she grumbled.

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Isn't. So Kevin, tell us more about the pussy."

"Well, as I was saying, I get plenty of it. Mostly interns at the law firm. Smart little chicks, they wait until the end of their internship period, and then they'll proposition me. Also like to hit on the students at the college where I lecture occasionally."

"No women your own age?" Sharon asked, a little disapprovingly.

"Some, I suppose. I'll get set up with a sister of a friend once in a while. If we have sex on the first date, she'll usually be too embarrassed to mention it to her brother when we don't go out again. So I get laid, and get to keep my good, gentlemanly reputation."

Stella snorted. "You don't think that your friends don't know you're screwing their sisters, do you? I mean, if you tell them about all the pussy you're getting from interns and students, surely they're aware you're kind of a.. well.. a Lothario."

Though Sharon was a bit scandalized that Stella was using words like "pussy" in dinnertime conversation, Kevin and Jeff were decidedly more amused.

"Where did you learn the term Lothario?" asked Kevin.

"I read," responded Stella tartly. "How many times do you plan on insulting my intelligence and maturity tonight, anyway?"

"I'm apologize most sincerely," he said, twisting his face into a perfect look of solemnity.

"Oh, shut up," she said, and got up to clear the table. She twitched her hips side to side as she flounced out of the room. The other three resumed a conversation about Kevin's love life, but as Stella filled the sink with soapy water, she heard the sound level drop dramatically and wondered what they were discussing. She let the water run and crept to the doorway, straining her ears.

"...my daughter," her father was saying.

"Yeah, exactly, she's your daughter, not mine," said Kevin.

"But you've always been like an uncle to her. It's weird."

"How do you know what would be weird to her?"

"She's just a little girl, still. She doesn't know what she wants."

"Don't underestimate her. She's not a girl; she's definitely a woman, with a brain and feelings you probably know nothing about."

"She is hands off to you," she heard her father say, a bit angrily.

"What are you going to do about it? She's an adult; you heard her say so, herself tonight," Kevin returned heatedly.

"I won't see her get hurt by your...philandering ways."

"I never hurt anyone. I never promise what I'm not willing to give."

"Be that as it may. Try to restrain yourself. For all we know, she is still a virgin." At that, Stella moved away from the door, blushing hotly. She retreated to the sink, which was in danger of overfilling, and turned off the water. She let some of it drain out, then slipped the dinner dishes into it.

As a matter of fact, she wasn't a virgin. She hadn't really had a boyfriend, which was no doubt why her parents would have thought so. But she had many male friends, and had deprived several of them of their virginity in the quest to get a little sexual experience, losing hers in the process. She'd still had sex only about a dozen times, but she'd done plenty and considered herself no virgin.

Making a bit of a production of returning to the dining room, she was relieved to hear that the conversation had turned to some recent case Kevin had worked. She noticed that her mother gave her a strange glance, but ignored it.

"Well, I'm bushed after tennis practice and classes today. I'm going to take a shower and head to bed a bit early to catch up on my reading, I think."

"Don't forget that Kevin is going to be staying with us for a few days, dear. Just in case you get up earlier than we do, so you won't get startled that he's sleeping in the living room."

Oh, Stella hadn't forgotten. And suddenly she wondered if Kevin's stay was going to get a lot more interesting.

Stella did shower and go to her bedroom, cracking open her copy of Don Quixote, amused that it had given her points in the conversation. She must have read for several hours, because she heard the conversation in the other room rise and fall, and eventually die down. Her parents footsteps in the hall told her it was about eleven, because they went to bed at the same time every night.

After another hour or so, she heard a rustling noise, and then soft moans and rhythmic grunts from the next room. She was surprised. Why were they having sex with Kevin in the house? Wasn't that weird for them? It was sure weird for her! She just wanted to read in peace, but it was weird with her parents fucking right next door. She was sure used to it, though. Rolling her eyes, she slipped out of her room to go escape the sounds. Maybe she would take a late-night walk through the neighborhood. It wouldn't be the first time.

She snuck down the short hallway and past the den on the way to the kitchen, thinking of grabbing a snack. Her parents had gotten louder and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. As she slipped past the living room, something stopped her in her tracks. She had expected Kevin to be asleep by now, but he was very not asleep. Shafts of moonlight fell across his figure on the fold-out bed, his legs spread slightly, pajama bottoms pushed down slightly, and his right hand jerking his cock quickly. His heavy breathing had been what caught her attention, and she panicked a bit, hoping he hadn't seen her. But his eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

Stella wasn't sure whether she wanted to stick around to watch him cum, but the decision was made for her. As her parents moaning reached a crescendo, Kevin's hand became a blur, and with a soft grunt of his own, he shot his cum into his left hand, cupped over the tip of his cock. Stella's eyes widened, and she backed down the hallway quickly, shutting her door behind her and flipping her light off. She wasn't surprised to notice that she was dripping wet. She thought about masturbating, but honestly, the image of her parents' friend jerking off to the sounds of her parents fucking was all just a little too weird for her. She tried to sleep.

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