Fucking a Friend Pt. 08

I debated on whether to write about this. There wasn't much in the way of sex, but for the sake of narrative, I decided it should be included. It details the events of Alyssa's (Jillian's daughter) birthday and her party on Friday. I realize it is hastily written but it does serve a slight purpose. I hope everyone enjoys.

It was now Thursday, Alyssa's birthday had officially arrived and while the her birthday party would be held Friday night, to actually do something for her on her actual birthday meant a lot to her. I met both Jillian and the birthday girl at the mall, where they had already stopped in to see my wife. From there, I allowed Alyssa to shop for her birthday presents. Having secured the purchase, she wanted to go to a movie. Who was I to argue with the Captain of the Enterprise? At least today, anyway.

Not your usual teen, Alyssa's interests were more adult and geek, no doubt the result of being her mother's daughter. The result was The Conjuring. I sat in the middle of the two and while the presence of her daughter meant that we had to behave, our hands did meet and play a little every time we went for popcorn. We also leaned into each other and talked about the movie. As we were 3 of 8 people in the theater and the only ones near the back, it really didn't matter. When Alyssa went to get a refill, Jillian waited until her daughter was out of view and leaned over to me and planted her lips on mine. I tasted honey and salt as our tongues slowly moved against each other and before we could go any further, we knew that it had to stop. When Alyssa came back, she was none the wiser as to the fact that her mother and I had just been making out.

The movie ending, Alyssa showcased why candy and soda are not a good combination when forced to sit during it's consumption. There was a level of crack that neither of the adults in this story were prepared for. Thank goodness the rush only lasted for about 2 hours.

In that time, we had already hit up a few more stores before deciding to go to an early dinner at Longhorn. Having been seated and our order taken, I excused myself to use the restroom as the lease on my Diet Mr. Pibb had expired. I went to the urinal and did the deed. I heard the door open but never saw anyone turn the corner. It wasn't until I had turned to face the mirror and washed my hands that I saw Jillian slink along the wall and swing those hips and raising her index finger to come to her.

I did and once in the stall, closed the door and locked it. I have always had an appreciation for full doors in a rest room, not only for privacy while using the bathroom but it also opened itself up for what I was hoping we were going to do.

I kissed her, almost violently, pressing her against the stall wall and watched as her arms spread wide and tried to grip for anything to hold her up as my fingers pulled down on her zipper and unbuttoned her jeans. Unable to take purchase of anything, her arms slinked over and down mine and caressed my denim covered ass before reaching for my wallet. Fumbling with it as I wriggled her jeans down to the floor, she pulled out a condom. I heard the foil packet rip as she stepped through and out of the denim that had imprisoned her.

As I slid her panties down, she went for my jeans, unzipping them and pulling out my cock, she worked her way through a little more and pulled my balls out. The cool air hit them and I stifled a groan on freedom before she palmed me, squeezed them and slipped the condom on my cock.

After that was done, I spun her around and parted her thighs as I stepped between her legs. Jillian pressed her ass to me and it wiggled against the head of my throbbing cock. I gripped her hips and with two explorative fingers began to massage her pussy.

We were in a position where time mattered and fortunately for us, desire had been built up throughout the day. I found her excruciatingly wet and when my fingers left her, she simply whispered, "Fuck. Me."

I obliged, taking hold of her hips with both hands and angled her so my cock toyed with her slickened folds. She anxiously helped to guide me to her gate and I filled her slowly to my hilt. She splayed her hands on the stall wall and pushed back as I began to rock in and out of her. She arched backwards and I leaned in to plant a series of short, nipping kisses to the back of her neck.

Feeling aggressive, I spanked her ass once with mild authority. She bit back some profanity and told me that she liked it. When I spanked her on the other cheek, my palm stayed and I squeezed her ass and told her it was mine.

She tried to turn her head telling me, "I belong to no man, mother fucker."

I spanked her again and I felt her hips sway in rhythm to my possessive thrusts. I drew in and out of her faster, my strokes becoming fuller and longer as I did so. She began to hum and as I felt that "something" begin to rise and she was really getting into it and then reality came crashing down.

The door opened and someone walked in. We both stopped and stifled laughter as I pulled out of her and she spun around, our arms wrapping around one another as we kissed and played around as the man used the urinal. He finished, didn't wash his hands which made us both cringe and made us both realize that this, while sinfully erotic, wasn't a good idea in application.

Quickly we clothed ourselves and as I pulled the condom off, she ran her fingertips over the length of my cock, "I sure hope it doesn't traumatize you," she teased, kissing me as she unlocked the stall, "blue balls are the worst", I heard the water run as she washed her hands. I let her go and get seated and I followed a few minutes later. All in all, we were gone maybe 8 minutes.

I found mother and daughter having fun at my expense. Apparently Jillian had told Alyssa that some random guy tried talking to me in the hallway as she passed both ways. She saw the awkwardness on my face and decided it was too much fun to interrupt. I played along and just as our salads arrived, the conversation was dropped in favor of food. Not a bad choice.

The rest of the evening was rather PG and wasn't much to tell except a few stolen kisses and teasings whenever eyes were diverted. I, nonetheless as I stated from the outset, am including this in the series because there was some sex and the intent was definitely there.

This story bleeds into Friday, where my wife and I showed up at the birthday bash, held at Jillian's house. Jillian and I exchanged looks throughout the afternoon and into the evening, never really having a moment to ourselves. Alyssa was completely the center of attention and had many of her friends there to celebrate. One in particular had a father that seemed to capture Jillian's attention.

His name was Randy and the two of them had gone to school together. In conversation with my wife, Olivia, and myself we learned that Jillian had a huge crush on him when they were younger and they nearly dated in high school but fate intervened and he had moved away when his father got deployed. He came over to talk to the three of us and we learned that he had moved back after his father retired and took over the family business, as an auto mechanic. His daughter was also one of Alyssa's best friends, a fact that Jillian had not known until today.

Olivia and I could see the sparks fly between Randy and Jillian almost instantly. I, in particular, pushed Jillian to talk to him and explore this attraction. He seemed like a good guy. A little intense, I could tell through the look in his eyes and mannerisms, but I knew Jillian liked intense guys. This made me question why she was interested in me, after all, I wasn't too intense and wasn't the most ambitious of men.

After Olivia broke the ice, we watched the fledging, potential couple walk off and go into their own little world. They would spend the rest of the festivities with their daughters and while I was Jillian's undercover lover, and yes, I did say use that term, I was happy to see that someone could bring a smile to her face. Especially a smile that I could tell came directly from her heart. I had no idea what this renewed friendship or possible romance meant for us, but in the scheme of things, Jillian's happiness trumped everything.

The afternoon turned to night and Olivia and I would make ourselves scarce, because we didn't want to overstay our welcome, not when the possibility of romance was in the air.

As we left, I turned to look back at Jillian, who remained on her porch until we had left the driveway. She held her arms to her chest and smiled with both happiness and gratitude in her heart. I wondered if she, as I did, had begun to wonder what the future would hold for us.