Let's Do It Together

"So I saw something interesting last night when I came downstairs for a drink of water." Candi said as she poured a cup of coffee.

Harold's face went pale as he realized what she was talking about. Candi had seen him masturbating. He froze with a fork full of eggs halfway to his mouth.

Candi was his daughter Samantha's best friend from college, and the two girls were home during the semester break.

Sami's sister had recently gotten her own apartment, leaving Harold alone in the big house. But it meant that both girls had their own room while they stayed.

Harold's wife Tabitha had been gone for almost 3 years that summer. Taken too early in life, like so many others, by the scourge of cancer.

So Harold was glad to have the girls home for a while, the big house just seemed so empty at times.

But it had also been a little awkward having two young ladies back in the house again. Especially when one of them wasn't his daughter, and she was smoking hot, with a flirty personality and a naughty sparkle in her big, beautiful, brown eyes.

Harold had gotten used to having the place to himself. He now had to make himself presentable to leave his bedroom.

Every morning he had to remind himself that he couldn't walk to the bathroom for his morning piss naked. He actually had to pull some clothes on.

Harold had heard the girls stumble in late the previous night, and assumed he could get away with a little late night porn and self pleasure downstairs in the living room. Apparently he was wrong.

"Don't be embarrassed Mr. D." Candi continued, "I won't tell anyone. Especially Sam!" She pulled up a stool next to Harold at the kitchen island.

She had leaned back with one hand on the stool behind her butt, hoisting herself up, and the other reaching out to place her coffee mug on the island, the thin, well worn, Winnie the Pooh t-shirt pulled tightly across her firm, young breasts, obviously unencumbered with a bra. Her areolas were plainly visible through the thin white fabric.

Her muscular thighs spread wide with one foot on the stool rung, and the other reaching out for the rail at the base of the island. Harold got a glimpse of pink panties between her killer legs.

Harold struggled to pretend he hadn't noticed any of it and keep a neutral face, but of course Candi knew what he saw. She had shown it all to him on purpose, after all.

While Candi settled her elbows on the marble top. Her smile was disarming as she pushed her hair behind her ear and continued, "Actually, I don't see anything wrong with what you were doing, in fact, I do it all the time too." She said in a hushed, conspiratorial voice. Then added, "And by the way, I just love that handheld shower wand you guys have upstairs!"

Harold got a mental picture in his head that he just knew he would revisit every time he was stroking himself in the shower, for a long time to come.

Candi giggled at the look on Harold's face. He had been unable to maintain his straight countenance.

He completely lost his control when Candi leaned towards him and continued in a whisper, "And to be honest, I think it's hot as fuck to watch a sexy man jack off."

Harold coughed, his throat suddenly dry, he took a slug of coffee as he thought about what to say to her. Candi just sipped her coffee, looking over the rim at Harold with her mischievous eyes.

Harold finally managed to find some words and sputter, "I, uh, don't know what to say. I'm sorry for being so careless. I won't do that again."

"Oh, but I want it to happen again!" Candi replied quickly. "I wanted to join you last night. But I didn't want to scare you or freak you out."

Harold gave her a look of astonishment, again rendered speechless. He quickly decided that she could still be feeling the effects of last night's partying, as he could still smell the alcohol on her.

He remembered the time on the clock when he had heard them come in the night before. A quick glance at the clock and some simple math told him that she must still be drunk.

"I thought it might be better to discuss it with you first. That's why I set my alarm this morning." Candi explained. "Your daughter met up with some old friends last night, and made plans for the day. So I knew we'd have a chance to talk."

"So," Harold started, "So you want to talk about it? What you saw?" He was dubious, considering the idea that this girl was his daughter's best friend.

"Sure. Why not?" Candi answered. "We're both adults. I would never fuck you or anything. I would never even suck your beautiful cock." She paused then and looked him in the eye, Harold found it impossible to look away "I have too much respect for my friendship with your daughter."

"But I love a good graphic conversation" She continued. "It really gets my juices flowing, and makes it so much better when I get my fingers on my pussy."

She ran her fingers lightly up her exposed thigh, looking at Harold. When her hand started to push the hem of her shirt up her leg slightly, Harold thought she was actually going to be masturbating in the next few seconds. But she stopped and her face brightened with naughty glee.

"I, have no idea what to say." Harold told her honestly. "I mean, you want to discuss masturbating? With me?"

"Yeah," Candi answered, her voice dropping an octave. "Actually, I would love to masturbate WITH you. Like I said, I wanted to join you last night. Have you ever tried mutual masturbation?"

Harold thought about his wife Tabitha, before she got sick, writhing on her fingers and encouraging him to shoot his cum all over her. She often joined him on the couch, watching porn and masturbating. Sometimes they did it as foreplay in the bedroom.

Often it led to fucking or mutual oral pleasure, but occasionally they did enjoy the excitement of watching each other, and being watched. Excitedly encouraging each other, usually quite graphically, to the inevitable climax.

So Harold was no stranger to the idea, and before he could even contemplate whether he should be having this conversation with this young temptress, he blurted out honestly, "Actually yes, my wife and I did enjoy that together sometimes."

Candi's smile widened and she pushed her short brown hair behind her ear again as she said quietly, "Mmm, that is so fucking hot! I can just imagine you two bringing yourselves off together."

Candi looked at the family photo on the wall and said, "Mrs. D. was a beautiful woman. You must miss her a lot."

"I do, I miss her every single day." Harold replied honestly, almost wistfully. His eyes turned to the photo on the wall as well, he wondered what she would say about the situation he found himself in.

It only took a moment to realize that she would get a kick out of it. He remembered well that she had a naughty, mischievous streak in her, just like Candi had.

He also remembered Tabbi telling him from her sick bed that he needed to go on with his life when she was gone. That he should find a good woman.

Then her twinkle briefly returned to her eyes as she added that he could also find a few not so good women. But the moment was broken as another wave of pain took her.

Harold flinched as Candi placed her hand gently on his arm. "Hey, Mr. D., I'm sorry if I brought back memories that, I don't know, maybe you didn't want to revisit."

"No Candi, it's alright." Harold said as he looked at the girl beside him. She suddenly looked so young. "Memories of Tabbi are never far off."

"I hope I can find a love like that someday." Candi said quietly. "I saw your expression change when you thought about her."

Harold put his hand over hers, still resting on his forearm. "I hope you do too Candi." He told her honestly.

Then they just looked at each other for a moment. Harold was about to ask if she had any prospects, when she asked him the same thing.

"So Sam told me you had a couple of dates this year. How did that go?" She looked suddenly concerned about him, and he had no reservations answering honestly.

"Well, I guess okay. Well, one was a total flop actually, we had absolutely nothing in common. But the other went fine, uhm ended well, but,....."

Candi's face lit up with her trademark grin. "So, 'ended well', means you got laid, but you don't like her enough to see her again?"

Harold chuckled at the girls power of deduction and shook his head. "You pretty much nailed it!" He looked at her again and added. "Yes, it ended well. But she's not really my type."

Candi smiled in understanding, and squeezed his hand. "But your still a man, you still have needs, so you 'Take matters in your own hand' occasionally." It was a statement, more than a question.

"Sure." Harold answered. He didn't know why he felt comfortable enough with this girl to open up to her, but he did, so he continued, "I remember a joke from back in the day, 'There's two kind of men in this world. Those who jack off, and those who lie about it."

Candi laughed, it was an honest and spontaneous laugh, and it was as visible in her eyes and smile as it was audible through her mouth.

Harold smiled at her as she gave him kudos. "Good one! I've never heard that before, but I believe it." She crossed her legs then, and her shirt pulled tightly across her thigh.

Harold couldn't help but notice. And Candi couldn't help but notice him noticing. She took another sip of her coffee and told him, "Look Mr. D. I didn't mean to put you on the spot. And I certainly didn't want to embarrass you. I know I can be a bit forward sometimes."

She paused, looking for the right words, and Harold waited for her to continue. "It's just that... I really do enjoy, you know, doing that, with a partner. And I was pretty horny last night, hell, I still am! So when I saw you, and what you were doing, I couldn't help but, you know, want to join you."

Harold reminded himself that this was his daughter's best friend. He knew he shouldn't be having this conversation with her. But Candi was just so disarming, and open, that he felt he could open up to her as well. And besides, she had brought it up, and as she said, that's all it was, an adult conversation between two adults.

But he still felt the need to change the subject, and asked, "Would you like some breakfast Candi? I could make you something. Or there's fruit, yogurt. It might be good to get something in your stomach."

"Blech!" Candi replied. "I don't want to think about food yet. Maybe later." She pushed her hair behind her ear again and and asked, "So, our conversation is over already?"

Harold was about to reply that, yes, the conversation was over, when they both heard Sam coming down the stairs.

She entered the kitchen, showered, dressed and ready to go. Harold couldn't help but notice how much like her mother Samantha was.

She had the same straight, black hair, framing her beautiful face. The same shapely body, Harold had to wonder how sexually active she was in college. He hoped she was being safe.

"Morning daddy!" She said, before noticing Candi, still in her tee shirt. "Candi? Why aren't you dressed? Aren't you going with me today?"

"No." Candi answered. "I'm not into the whole artsy fartsy thing like you are Sam, you know that." Candi had placed her elbows on the counter with her hands crossed in front of her. She rested her chin on her hands. She appeared to Sam to be ready to nap, when in reality, she was hiding her erect nipples from her friend.

"I know," Sam answered. "But I thought we were going to hang out all week. I wanted to show you around my town Not just Amanda's art gallery."

"We will honey! You can show me around tomorrow, or this afternoon, if you want." Candi told her. "I'm just not ready to go anywhere yet. Yesterday was a long day, driving here, and then going out last night, I just want to relax and unwind this morning."

"Suit yourself, I'm sure dad could use some company." Samantha told her friend as she filled a travel mug with coffee. "You don't mind entertaining Candi for a few hours, do you Daddy?"

Harold had been noticing that Samantha still took her coffee the same way her mother had, but was caught off guard by the question. Sam didn't realize what a loaded question that was.

He quickly pushed away the thoughts of the type of entertainment Candi was looking for, and told his daughter. "I think Candi just wants to relax honey, she doesn't need me to do anything."

Sam looked at her friend, who was slouching down with her elbows on the island and commented, "Yeah, that drive yesterday must have really wiped you out, you're not usually such a light weight!"

Candi just shook her head and grunted, "I know, right?" Before adding, "I didn't sleep well the night before, I should have taken you up on the offer to share the driving."

"Told ya!" Sam told her. "Well, like I said, I'll take the drive back to school. Anyway," She continued, looking at the clock on the wall. "I have to go. I'll be back around noon, we'll see how you feel then, okay?"

"Sounds good, I'm sure I'll be ready to do something later." Candi replied, feigning a yawn. She just wanted Sam to be on her way. She had just started to get Harold to open up to her.

"Okay then, I'm out." She declared. She stopped to give her father a kiss on the cheek, and call Candi a light weight in a teasing tone, and she was gone.

As soon as the door closed, Candi leaned back in her chair, pulling her shoulders back, and said, "Wow, I am so glad I was able to hide these puppies from her!"

Harold watched as she slid her finger tips over her prominent nipples. Candi's tits weren't huge, probably a B cup, Harold judged, but the nipples looked dark, thick and distended, and very obvious in the thin white fabric.

Harold felt an urge to lean over and suck one of her nipples right through her shirt, but quickly pushed the idea away.

Candi watched his expression as he silently watched her display, he was obviously enjoying the show. And when she glanced at his lap, his big bulge confirmed it.

Harold quickly realized he was staring at the sexy woman's display, and fought to control himself. But he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Harold reminded himself that this was his daughter's best friend. He knew he shouldn't be looking at her like that, but she obviously wanted him to.

"So where were we?" Candi asked. "Oh yeah, we were talking about mutual masturbation! You said you had enjoyed it, and I said I love doing it too."

Before he could think of anything else to say, Candi piped in with, "In fact, I'm pretty wet already. I want to touch myself right now!"

Harold watched as she slid her hand up her thigh, the thigh that was a mere foot from his own, and began to push up the hem of her shirt.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Harold managed to mumble. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from the young woman's legs. They were so firm and flawless.

Candi stopped the progression of her hand, but kept it on her leg, her fingers reached down over the fleshy inner thigh muscle. With her voice still in the husky, lower tone she said, "Are you sure Mr. D.? You look like you could go for another round too."

Harold looked at her face then. He saw that her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes blazed as she stared directly at his lap.

He had known he was getting aroused by this beautiful young woman, but had hoped it wasn't too apparent. But when he glanced down at himself he saw that his lounge pants were severely stretched by his erection.

Before he could say anything, she continued. "You're going to have to do something about that anyway. And I have a hunch that you'll be thinking about me when you do. I know that I will be thinking about you when I take care of the urge I'm feeling."

Candi spun her stool and spread her legs wide. Harold fought to keep his eyes on hers. She obviously wanted him to look at her, but he knew he shouldn't. Her eyes were wild with lust.

"Candi," Harold started to say something, but the burning passion he saw in her eyes stopped him. He had no idea what he wanted to say.

"Go ahead Harold, touch yourself." Candi told him sofyly as her fingers closed the distance to her panties. He noticed she wasn't calling him Mr. D anymore.

Harold looked down and realized that she had a wet spot in her crotch. Then her fingers were hiding it, and rubbing across it.

His own hand crept towards his lap. He didn't even realize it until she looked down at his bulging pants.

Candi put her foot on the back of his stool and pushed, spinning him towards her, and spreading her legs wider.

"Go ahead Harold, touch it for me. You look like you need to touch it, you look so big." She told him.

She kept her foot on the edge of his stool, her shapely calf resting against his thigh, her thigh resting on his knee. With her other foot still on the footrest of the island. With them now facing each other, it left her spread wide with his knees between hers, touching the seat of her stool.

Harold had an unobstructed view of her fingers deftly rubbing the growing wet spot in her crotch. He could make out the outline of her puffy vulva through the damp material.

He didn't want to touch himself, he felt it wasn't right, but he had his hand so close to his throbbing cock, and he realized that to move his hand from where it rested on his thigh, he would have to touch her calf.

Harold knew she had been a cheerleader and gymnast in high school, and her legs had just the right amount of muscle, and definition.

He could feel the firmness of her leg against his, and it felt warm, even through the material of his lounge pants.

"I know you are going to be thinking about me when you jack off, and like I said, I'll be thinking about you too, when I finger myself, wouldn't it be better if we could actually see each other?" She asked. Her voice was quiet, and choked with emotion.

"We, we shouldn't be doing this." Harold managed to mumble. His own voice stunted by his inner turmoil. He wanted badly to wrap his fingers around his dick. He couldn't remember a time when he wanted to touch himself more.

"Why?" Candi asked, "We're both going to do it anyway. I'm not proposing that we fuck! We can just pleasure ourselves, but we can do it together."

Hearing her voice, so filled with her need, saying the word 'fuck' moved his hand that much closer to his cock. His fingers brushed the side of it, and he felt it twitch.

He was reminded of the old adage about a man thinking with his small head instead of his big one. There was no question what his small head was thinking. What it wanted.

Upping the ante, Candi slipped her fingers under the edge of her panties. She let out a whimper as her fingers finally grazed her lips.

He watched her fingers wriggling under the thin, damp panties, and could just see one puffy outer lip, smooth and hairless, and swollen.

"C'mon Harold, touch it! You know you want to. You know you need to! And I want to watch you. Don't you want to watch me?" She whispered.

That broke down his willpower, "Yes!" He hissed as he wrapped his strong hand around the equally strong erection pushing against the fabric of his pants. He moaned deep in his chest as he squeezed himself.

Candi cooed "That's it baby! Isn't that better?" A satisfied smile forming on her face.

Harold moved his hand up and down his cloth covered erection, moaning out a faint, "Yeah!"

"And there is no harm done. We're just two adults giving ourselves pleasure, like we normally do." Candi said in her excited, sultry tone. "Only we're doing it together!"

Harold watched her fingers slip up through her distended pussy lips and over her clit. He gasped, "Yeah, that's all." As he reached his hand into the elastic waistband of his pants.

"God, you must be so hard!" Candi gasped. "I want to see it! Show me Harold, show me how you jerk off!" It came out as an urgent demand.