Best Friend's Daughter

I put my hands on her waist as I looked in her eyes. We silently stared at each other for a few seconds before I started to smile. Then Julie started to smile.

"You know, I DO love you and Peter," I said, as if was trying to justify what was about to happen.

Julie nodded.

"And I DO love your tits," I said, causing her to laugh.

"Hug me, Keith," she said, as she pulled me against her and laid her head on my chest.

As soon as I wrapped my arms around her, she started slowly rubbing her pelvis back and forth, causing me to quickly get hard.

"You know," Julie started without lifting her head, "Peter's giving me a gift, too."

My hands dropped to her ass as I pulled her against me, squeezed her cheeks, and gently helped her rub against me. Between the physical contact and the mental picture of what was happening, I was as hard as I had ever been.

I slid my right hand off her butt around to her waist and then slowly up the side of her torso. I extended my thumb to gently stroke her breast, and her "Mmmmm" was enough encouragement for me to slide my entire hand onto her breast. Her hard nipple pushed against my palm, and I softly squeezed her breast. I think Julie softly moaned, but, if she did, it was drowned out by my much louder groan. I loved touching her breast, and I loved knowing I was giving her pleasure. I slowly brought all my fingers together around her nipple and squeezed it, and Julie thrust her pelvis into me as she softly cried out. I extended and spread my fingers to softly cup her entire breast and again brought my fingers together and pinched her nipple, this time a little harder. Again, she thrust into me and cried out.

I repeated this a third time, but just as I was about to pinch her nipple, I bent over and wrapped my lips around her other nipple, flicking my tongue across it.

"Oh, shit, Keith, that feels soooo good!"

That's all I needed to hear to continue flicking my tongue on one nipple and pinching the other. Julie was whining and thrusting into me, which had me awfully worked up. If she kept rubbing against me, I was afraid I'd come. I completely released her, causing her to gasp - hopefully in disappointment in addition to surprise. I pushed her right shoulder and pulled her left to turn her around so her back was against me. I quickly returned both hands to her breasts as I pushed my dick against her butt. I kissed her neck as I caressed her breasts, again sliding all my fingers towards her nipples and pinching them. It was clear she had sensitive nipples, and I loved the reaction it caused.

After a couple of minutes, I slipped my right hand down her stomach and over her panties, cupping the wet material of the crotch. After just a couple of squeezes, I slipped my hand into the waistband and cupped her vulva, letting my index finger slip between her lips. When Julie whined, I pulled her against me even harder. When I slipped my middle finger into her pussy, her gasp made my dick twitch. With my left hand still teasing and pinching her nipple, I slowly slid my finger in and out. I continued this slow stroking for a few minutes, enjoying Julie's constant whimpers, her occasional shudders, and the wet sound of my fingers stimulating her.

I was ready to make Julie come and hoped I read her level of excitement correctly. I changed the action of my finger to no longer stroke in and out but instead to start tapping on her G-spot. At the same time, I extended my thumb and rubbed it back and forth across her clit. Simultaneously, I stopped massaging Julie's entire breast and just concentrated on pinching her nipple over and over.

Julie's cries of "OH! OH! OH!" told me I was on the right track. It was only another 30 seconds before she started thrusting her body into my hand that was down south, groaning with every thrust. Her hands flew onto my wrists, seemingly holding them in place to make sure they continued exactly what they were doing. She squeezed them tightly, but never attempted to pull them away. Her head pounded into my chest with each thrust of her pelvis. She was on her tiptoes from the moment her orgasm started.

After 25 or 30 seconds, her feet fell flat to the floor, and she pulled my wrists away. She turned around and melted into me. I wrapped my hands around her and listened to - and felt - her breathe deeply. I was very happy.

After a few minutes, she pulled her head away, looked up at me, and smiled.

"That was REALLY nice. But I was supposed to be thanking you," she said with a quiet chuckle.

"If you don't think I liked that, you're crazy," I said, causing her to laugh.

She started rubbing her pelvis against me again and leaned back a little, giving me a good view of her chest. Between the rubbing and the view, I was getting hard pretty quickly.

"Let me really try to thank you properly," she said as she slipped a hand between us and started rubbing my dick through my sleeping shorts. It took about a second before I was rock hard.

Julie gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then knelt. She looked at me as she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down. My hard dick was pointing at her, and she smiled. When she wrapped her hand around it and gave a little stroke, I couldn't help but groan. But it was nothing compared to the sound I made when she pushed my dick up against my stomach and licked from my balls to the tip.

Julie chuckled.

"Oh, do you like that?" she asked teasingly.

"Uh huh," I managed to grunt.

She repeated the long lick two more times before pulling my dick down and circling her tongue around the tip. I kept sucking air as she drove me crazy. When she put the tip in her mouth and circled her tongue over and behind the ridge, I cried out.

"Oh, fuck, Julie!"

This seemed to encourage her, as she circled her tongue faster and faster around the ridge before pulling away. She was holding my dick, looking up at me with the cutest smile, and I was breathing very quickly.

She placed her beautiful lips around my dick and slid down a few inches, leaving her fingers to stroke the rest of the way. Then she pulled back until just the very tip was still between her lips. She stroked me with her lips and fingers over and over, and each time her lips went over the ridge - either going down or coming up - I twitched. She slowly kept up this pace, and after just a couple of minutes I was getting close. Julie seemed to sense this, and suddenly she pulled away and just looked up at me. She slowly dragged a single finger up and down the top of my dick smiling at me. Then she pushed my dick up against my stomach and slowly dragged a single finger along the bottom of my dick, causing me to grunt.

"Fuck, Julie, you're driving me crazy."

"Oh, am I? Should I stop?" she said, again with that devious smile.

"NO! Please don't stop!"

She laughed as she put my dick back in her mouth, squeezed her lips tight, and continued stroking. Her tongue was circling the ridge, and it felt incredible. Part of me wanted to empty my balls, and part of me wanted this to go on forever. I thought I was hanging tough until she used two fingers from her other hand to apply a soft, feather-like tickle to my balls. That's when I knew I was done.

"Julie! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!"

She just moaned, "Mmmmm" as she continued the perfect stroking of my dick with her lips and tickling my balls until I couldn't take it anymore.

My hips thrust forward, and I grunted loudly as I felt a gigantic release of pleasure. Julie kept up her stroking and tickling as I came over and over and over. I jerked into her and grunted with every spurt, totally unable to control myself.

When I finally finished, Julie pulled away, smiled at me, and swallowed. Then she put her mouth back on my dick one last time, swirled her tongue around the head to get any leftovers, and pulled away, again smiling at me. I pulled her up by her shoulders and gave her a hug.

"Jesus, Julie, that was incredible."

"I'm glad you liked it," she said. "That was the idea."

"LIKE," I said, "would be an understatement!" causing her to giggle.

I pulled her back against me, and we hugged for another minute.

"Uh, you sure Peter's gonna be okay with what happened?" I asked, still holding her and enjoying her head resting on my shoulders.

"Of course," she answered without lifting her head. "I mean it was kinda his idea."

"What?"

This time she pulled away a little, which was nice because I got to look at her breasts. She looked directly at me.

"Well, last night, he was telling me how incredibly grateful he was for what you did, and he said we need to find a way to thank you. I jokingly said, 'well, I could give him a blow job', and as I started laughing, he said, 'would you do that?' I looked at him and asked if he was serious. He said he didn't want me to do anything I wouldn't want, but he thought it would be a great way to show our appreciation. Then he asked me if I'd be comfortable with that."

We continued staring at each other silently for a few seconds.

"And, uh, you were okay with that?" I asked.

Julie laughed.

"Sorry. Did you not think I was into it?" she said.

"No, no," I replied defensively, "you were great."

"I was just kidding, Keith. You're my best friend after Peter. Why wouldn't I be interested in making you feel good. I didn't even know I'd get a really nice orgasm out of it, too."

Again, there was silence for a few seconds.

"But remember what I said earlier," she continued. "We're never going to talk about this again. And it's never going to happen again. And nothing's going to change between us, okay?"

I nodded, and then smiled.

"You SURE we can't fuck?" I asked with a laugh.

Julie playfully hit me on the shoulder.

"Sorry, big boy, afraid not", she said, also laughing. "Now I'm going to go take another shower."

She walked back toward their bedroom, but just before she got to the door, I called her name. She stopped and turned.

"Thank you. I love you guys."

She smiled. "We love you, too, Keith."

Then she disappeared into the bedroom.

When Peter got back from the airport, I was sitting on the couch reading. He smiled at me when he came in and walked right over, opening his arms wide. I stood and we hugged each other.

"Thank you for everything you did this weekend," he said. "We're all grateful."

"I'm glad I could help," I said. And risking the "never talk about it" rule, I said, "and thank YOU."

Peter pulled back, smiled, and nodded.

"I'm gonna go for a walk. I'll see you in about an hour," I said. I wanted to give Peter and Julie some time alone.

And that was the last time we ever talked about it.

After graduation, I moved to Chicago to start law school, and Peter and Julie moved there, too. Peter started his master's program, and Julie started her job working for an IT firm. During the week we were all busy, but we still frequently got together on weekends. Three years later, Peter and Julie got married; I was the best man.

Peter, along with Julie, remained my best friends and the people I saw most. Working as a new Associate at a large Chicago law firm didn't exactly leave a lot of time to cultivate relationships. The hours were usually long, but when we were preparing for a case, long became ridiculous. I dated when I could, but I didn't enter into any long-term relationship with anyone.

Three years later, Peter and Julie had their first daughter, Kayla. I couldn't have been happier for them. I cried with Peter when he first called to say she was born, and I cried the first time they let me hold her in my arms at the hospital. The same thing happened again two years later when Natalie was born. These girls were like my nieces, and I loved them dearly. I never missed a birthday party or a big performance in a school play or a graduation.

When Peter and Juie moved to the suburbs, I stayed in the city. We didn't get together quite as often, but we still talked every few days. If Peter had a project to do around the house that needed some extra hands, I was there. If he was out of town and Julie needed help with something, I was there. Rarely did a month go by when I wasn't at their house. Peter and I played golf in the summer and tennis in the winter. After all these years, they remained my very best friends.

I can still remember the night Peter called. He said there was a big opportunity for him in Los Angeles. Julie's company had an office out there, so she could keep her job. They were going to move in three months. He knew this was going to hit me hard, and he was right. This was going to be the first time in 30 years, going to back to our freshman year at college, that we weren't going to be living in the same city.

During those three months, I helped complete a few projects to get his house ready to sell. I helped them go through 20 years of accumulated stuff in the basement, donating a lot and tossing a lot. I helped them pack the house, and soon it was time to move. My last night there, we had a tearful goodbye. And then they were gone.

Of course, we kept in touch by phone and Facetime. I visited them once when I was on the west coast for business, and it was just like old times. We laughed, stayed up late telling stories, and just had a great time. It was a little easier saying goodbye at the end of that trip, but I knew I'd be missing them.

About six months after my visit, Peter called to say Natalie got engaged. I had met Tom, her then boyfriend, before they moved, and I liked him. I wasn't surprised that they were getting married. I was, of course, thrilled for Natalie, Julie, and Peter.

Now, almost a year later, the wedding was finally here. My eyes popped open as the plane hit the runway, and I chuckled to myself. I slept most of the flight, and I assumed my bobbing head provided a few laughs for the young girl sitting next to me. More than once my head jerked forward, I woke up for half a second, and then was immediately back asleep. My neck is still sore.

Our luggage for the flight arrived surprisingly quickly, and even the car rental went smoothly. This was shaping up to be a great travel experience! I enjoyed driving down the highway with all the windows open and arrived at the hotel in a great mood. My room overlooked the beach and the Pacific Ocean. Opening the balcony door, I could hear the waves softly lapping against the sand. It's hard to stand in the warm weather listening to those sounds without feeling a sense of calm. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and listened. For at least a few moments, all of the pressures of work seemed to float away, and a smile broke across my face.

I texted Peter, and he told me to head over to their room. The hotel had given them a suite, so they had snacks and drinks set up in the main room and were inviting friends to come visit. I took a quick shower and then headed to their room.

When I walked in, I saw Julie first. She almost ran to me and gave me a giant hug.

"So glad to see you, Keith. Glad you could make it."

"Really? Glad I could make it? NOTHING could have kept me away! In fact, I was coming even if you didn't invite me," I said with a laugh.

She gave me a short kiss on the lips and then grabbed my hand, dragging me across the room to meet some other people. It was great to see her, and even better to see her so happy. They liked the guy Natalie was marrying, and even liked his parents. I couldn't have been happier for them.

After about 30 minutes, Natalie and Kayla walked in the room. Natalie saw me, pointed to me, and they both smiled and headed my way. Kayla always looked like Julie, and she still did. Even though she was a few years out of college, she looked surprisingly similar to the way Julie looked when we were in college. Natalie didn't look as much like Julie as her sister, but she couldn't deny being Julie's daughter. In my mind, both girls were beautiful.

"Look at the beautiful bride," I said as she walked up and gave me a big hug.

"Hi, Keith. It's been too long," she said.

"Hey, I want some of that," Kayla said.

"Just like my sister," Natalie said laughing, "always trying to steal the guy I'm with."

Kayla gave me a big hug, too, smashing her body against me.

"You've got that other guy you're marrying," Kayla said. "Let me have this one."

"Wow, I haven't had two girls fight over me since... NEVER!" I said with a laugh.

"We can share him for a couple of nights, Natalie, until you're officially married," Kayla said. "You okay with a threesome, Keith?"

I think I turned red during the two seconds before Natalie and Kayla both started laughing. Just then, Julie walked over.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Just embarrassing Keith, Mom. He's an easy target," Kayla said.

"Yeah, all the girls used to say Keith was easy," she said, and now all three girls were laughing.

The four of us sat down and started catching up. These people were family to me, and it was wonderful to be with them again. I hadn't seen them in over a year, but we picked up like we had gotten together last week. Natalie told me about her fiancé and his family. Kayla talked about how her job was going. Julie told some funny stories about Natalie and the wedding planning, which had all of us laughing.

Peter walked into the room and immediately came over. We gave each other a hug, and he sat down with us. The girls said they had to go mingle with other guests, so Peter and I talked for a bit. I didn't want to monopolize his time, so I told him I'd let him greet his other guests and I'd see him at dinner.

The dinner for all of the out-of-towners was nice. I met some interesting people, and Natalie's girlfriends gave some really funny speeches, making fun of both her and Tom. Tom's two best friends also gave speeches, sometimes bordering on the inappropriate, but they managed to just barely stay on the right side of the line.

Saturday morning was a nice sunny day, so I went downstairs to go for a run. Just as I got to the door, I saw Kayla also dressed in running clothes.

"You coming or going?" I asked.

She laughed.

"I just got down here, about to go. But if you couldn't tell whether or not I just went for a run, I must look like shit."

I laughed.

"No, no, no. I figured you were just one of those women who looked beautiful even AFTER a run."

"Nice recovery, Keith. Can I join you?"

"Only if you're willing to slow down enough so I can keep up with you," I said.

Kayla chuckled.

"Yeah, I'll make that sacrifice."

We headed outside and started running on the path that followed the beach. It really was a beautiful way to get some cardio. Kayle and I talked as best we could while running, and I couldn't help but notice what a really nice body she had. Like her mom, her breasts were not big, but I thought they were perfect. She had a flat tummy, just a little curve on her firm butt, and long, toned legs. Whenever she had to move in front of me because of others on the path, I enjoyed the view.

When we finally completed our run, we were both hot and sweaty. We grabbed some water and sat on a bench for a few minutes to cool down. Kayla's skin glowed as the sweat ran down her face and neck and onto her sports bra; she looked fantastic!

Once we both cooled down, we headed inside and went to our rooms. The shower felt great after the run. I threw on a pair of shorts and sat on the balcony enjoying the view of people on the beach and the sound of the waves. After just two days away from the office, I felt like a different person. The combination of seeing Peter, Julie and the girls, along with the weather and the beauty of the beach, was just what I needed.

I took a short nap that afternoon before getting dressed for the wedding. The ceremony was held in a beautiful garden attached to the hotel. Everyone looked elegant as we listened to a violin, harp, and flute play quietly as we waited for the event to get started. The flowers that lined the center aisle along the white runner were exquisite, setting the tone for the affair. I managed to get a seat up close on the aisle.