Me and My Best Friend's Dad Pt. 02

The 21-year-old seduces her best friend's dad.

Jayne had dressed carefully, although she wasn't quite sure what she had in mind. After all, she had never seduced anyone before. The possibility of seducing him had been buzzing around her brain for some time now, actually since the Sunday when she'd had sex in his lounge with Bill, who she'd broken up shortly after then.

Her attraction to Mark had been increasing for the best part of a year now. Slowly at first so she hardly realised it was happening, it had accelerated during the summer to the point that she was not only using him as a masturbatory image, but was also masturbating more frequently about him, in fact most days.

This had caused the idea to germinate and grow to the point that she was now determined to try to seduce him.

She was wearing a crisp, white cotton, button up the front blouse. It wasn't tucked into the waist band of the blue denim, micro skirt that ended some nine inches above her knees. Having left the top three and bottom two buttons undone, she knew full well just how much flesh she was showing both above the blouse around her breasts and beneath the hem around her waist and tummy button. She hadn't bothered with a bra, but had thrown a long, mid-thigh length, blue shawl around her shoulders.

She had a sort of plan, but deep down she didn't expect to see it through. In the back of her mind was the idea of seducing him; well not physically doing that by grabbing his cock or anything like that. In her mind, it was more making herself so sexually appealing and, of course available, that he wouldn't be able to resist her.

Part of her felt that he fancied her well she hoped he did. She had seen the look in his eyes that she'd seen with other boys and the one older man she'd been with. But she wasn't sure; 'you never can be with men,' she thought. Mark might well fancy her and might imagine having sex with her, but would he take the risk? Would he try to fuck a twenty-one-year-old, close friend of his daughter who knew his wife and many of his friends? There was a lot at risk. And on top of that he could well have a strong resolve, high morals in that area and maybe a distaste of fucking kids? But she was determined to put herself in the position to test him, although she didn't feel she could make the first move, girls just don't do that do they, at least not with a man old enough to be their father?

"I am sorry to do this Mark," she said as they stood opposite each other in the kitchen.

Mark felt so nervous. Other than fleeting moments when Sara had left the room, he and Jayne had not been alone together.

"What's the problem Jayne?" he asked as she slid the shawl off and dropped it on a chair.

"They are rowing something terrible again."

"Oh dear, I'm sorry," Mark said feeling giddy at seeing all the bare flesh.

In the flip flops and with the micro skirt her tanned legs seemed to go on for ever. He could see a slash of flesh round her waist, more on her chest and above her boobs where the blouse gaped and on her arms from the elbows down. Her golden, blonde hair looked perfect settling down onto the white cotton covering her shoulders and as she looked at Mark her blue eyes seemed to bore into him through her glasses that, like many men for some reason, he found quite sexy.

"Thanks Mark I just had to get away from him", Jayne said softly looking at where the zip on the top of the track suit was undone showing his thatch of dark but greying hairs on his chest. He was clearly not wearing anything under the top and that made Jayne wonder immediately if he was wearing anything under the trousers. The idea made her tingle. 'Maybe I'll find out soon' she thought as she imagined sliding her hands down the front and finding his cock.

"By the way would you like a drink?"

"May I have wine like you have?"

He poured her a glass and walked her into the lounge.

"Can I get you anything to eat, perhaps some cheese and biscuits?"

"Mmm that would be lovely thanks," Jayne said plopping down on the sofa where she imagined she had been fucked by him and actually had been by Bill.

That made her think whether she would get to be fucked again on it smiling as the saying 'lightning not striking twice in the same place' crossed her mind as she added. "I haven't eaten all day," looking at Mark's iPad on the arm of the sofa.

Fixing the small meal in the kitchen, Mark could feel his cock hardening at the thought of being alone with Jayne. He thought that maybe he should put some clothes on but couldn't think of how to broach that with her and, in any case, he doubted that anything would happen and deep down he probably didn't want anything to as the repercussions could be truly disastrous. What he couldn't make his mind up on was whether he would be able to resist the temptation if it was offered! 'Or,' he was thinking. 'Is it being offered by her being here?'

Rearranging his rampant cock and thanking his lucky stars that the track trousers were fairly baggy he carried the tray with the platter of cheese, plates, knives, biscuits, and grapes into the lounge. 'Oh fuck' he thought seeing Jayne sitting in the corner of the sofa. The front of the cotton blouse was gaping showing a deep cleavage and hinting strongly that she wasn't wearing a bra. With her feet tucked up beneath her the ridiculously, but wildly exciting short skirt was almost up round her waist. Knowing that he was being 'older man stupid' that made him wonder whether she was wearing panties. As he placed the tray on the table he had to bend down and his eyes were at a level and angle where almost, but not quite they could confirm whether she was or not.

I'll just get the wine he said returning to the kitchen almost in a hot sweat. 'How the fuck am I going to see this out without trying to fuck her?' He asked himself picking up the bottle of Shiraz and two glasses. Back in the lounge he went to sit in a chair the other side of a coffee table to Jayne when he saw his iPad on the arm of the sofa near her. Realising in a panic that he had left it on xhamster he unthinkingly leaned across the table and past Jayne to reach for it. Jayne seeing him leaning forward momentarily thought he was going to kiss her. She sat upright, which pushed her fullish tits up ready to receive his hands and mouth, but then saw that he was reaching for the tablet. 'Bollocks' she thought saying.

"Here let me," as she picked it up causing it to come out of migration. They both saw the image on the screen of pictures advertising a dozen or so porn videos. 'So that's how he gets his rocks off is it?' She thought handing it to him. Jayne couldn't help smiling at the guilty expression on his face, but admired his coolness when he also smiled and said.

"All in the pursuit of research you understand," he said taking the incriminating little computer.

"Of course," she smiled back.

They ate and drank in silence for a few minutes. Both were on tenterhooks and were looking for signs from the other. Signs that they might or signs that they wouldn't. But of course, none came and even if they had it was unlikely either would have had the confidence to accept them, just yet!

They chatted about Sara and how she might be getting on at Durham.

"It's a pity you won't be going with her to Durham or Nottingham Jayne, after all the time you've spent together."

"A bit too intense and brainbox stuff for me," she replied adding. "I want to enjoy uni and have a life and fun there, they would be too hard for me. I'm not as clever as Sar is."

Mark was trying surreptitiously to look up Jayne's skirt or down her top and was imagining himself undoing the remaining few buttons on her blouse or yanking her skirt up round her hips. At the same time, she was still fantasising about sliding her hand inside his track trousers and grabbing his cock, the outline of which she thought she had seen as he leaned across the table. 'He's got a stiffy' she thought, her pulse racing at the idea at what she had done to him and pleased that she could do that to a much older and so sophisticated man.

"So, you were saying about home."

"Yes, it's got awful," she said looking very crestfallen.

"I don't want to pry Jayne, but in what way?" Mark said feeling very sorry for her.

"That's ok Mark," she replied looking at Mark and seeing the concern on his face. "They really row pretty much all the time, it's getting violent."

"What physically?"

"No violent wasn't the correct word, perhaps aggressive. I don't think he hits her, but they both get drunk and all hell breaks loose."

"I see."

"Do you Mark? I don't think so, you and Eleanor were never like that," Jayne said.

"No that's true."

"But they are," Jayne went on as she felt the tears welling up. "And it then gets worse."

"Oh Jayne please don't" Mark said getting up and walking round the table. "I hate to see you like this. What is it?"

"I feel ashamed as if it's my fault."

"What is?"

"No Mark I can't," she said feeling very upset, but also hugely excited as he sat beside her on the sofa.

Not thinking of the sexual connotations, he put his hand on her shoulder. The feel of his fingers through the thin cotton was like an electric shock to Jayne. 'I don't want your bloody hand there Mark, I want it on my tits,' she thought, slightly pressing back against Mark's hand.

"Please tell me to mind my own business love, if you want," Mark said revelling in the feel of his hand on her shoulder. He looked down and his gaze went inside the slightly gaping front of her blouse. He could see most of one breast almost to the nipple. His erection that had subsided as they had talked reared up again. He so badly wanted to push his hand down her shirt and grab her nicely rounded tit that he surprised himself when he didn't do that.

"No it's ok," Jayne said quietly looking at him and wondering whether that was lust in his eyes. "Ask whatever."

"How does it get worse?"

Jayne had been half dreading, but half wanting this to be asked.

"He tries it on with me?"

"What sexually?"

"Yes."

"Oh shit and with Jan there?"

"Not right there, but yes in the house. I lock my door every night in case he comes in."

"Has he tried?"

"Yes a couple of times he has come into my room when mum was downstairs."

"And did anything happen?"

"No, but I feel terrible and dirty and ashamed. That's why I now always lock it when I am changing or having a shower and always at night."

"I'm so sorry," Mark said without thinking slipping his arm round her shoulders and cuddling her to him.

Her shoulder was squashed against his chest and the outside of their upper legs were pressed together. His hand was wrapped round her upper arm, his fingertips almost, but not quite touching against the side of her breast. They both felt the tension of the heightened sexual atmosphere. His face was in her golden hair, she rested her head against his broad chest almost pushing her glasses off and neither spoke or did anything for a few moments.

'Will he go further now?' Jayne asked herself feeling safe and secure, yet highly aroused in his arms. 'Oh God I so want him to' she mused adding as an afterthought. 'I think.'

'She's showing no resistance' Mark thought wondering if he should try something. She felt so small and vulnerable, but also so extremely desirable.

He could hardly believe how much he was lusting after a twenty-one-year-old kid and couldn't work out but, was too worried to try to find out if she was looking at him and being in his arms as her best friend's dad or as a potential lover? He hoped for the latter, but suspected the former.

"Did anything happen today?" Mark asked loving the feel of her head against his chest and her leg on his.

"Yes, he tried to kiss me, he was pissed. That's what made him do it."

"I don't think he would need to be pissed to want to do that Jayne," Mark said gallantly, yet thoughtlessly.

"No Mark?" Jayne whispered raising her face and looking into his eyes.

They stared at each other for a moment or two. It was as if they were like two boxers sparring with each other or like track cyclists hovering on the spot waiting for the other to make the first move.

"It was really bad this time, I think he'd taken some coke as well, they both snort it," she said in a whisper as she rested her hand on his leg just above his knee. It felt good and it sent a shockwave through his entire body.

His cock was rearing up his stomach unfettered by underwear.

"What a bastard he is, it must be so scary for you."

"It is, may I stay here the night please Mark?"

'Oh fucking hell,' Mark thought. 'Her and me in the same house alone all night.'

His mind went into overdrive as he tried to work out his response. Bollocks why wasn't Sara here? He knew he couldn't send her home, but how the fuck could he sleep in the same house as her without trying something and probably making a fool of himself?

'He's going to say no, the bastard' she thought. Then feeling excited wondered whether he was scared of being alone with her.

Mark tried hard to stop the inevitable, but by so doing just created other problems. Just as he had when he had opened the door he copped out.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea Jayne."

"Why not Mark?"

'Oh bollocks why reply like that, why put me on the spot?' He thought.

"Well er, um you know," he fumbled around trying to find a reasonable excuse.

Jayne saw the opportunity, her chance to put herself in the position where she was sort of showing out without being too obvious. A position where she could in a way indicate that she was up for it without being too overt. Looking up and staring right into his eyes she let that enigmatic smile creep onto her lips as she said.

"You can lock your door Mark, I promise to behave myself."

That made him smile and broke the tension a little.

"That's considerate of you Jayne," he said then again without thinking things through he added. "But then you always lock your door don't you?"

"Not when I am here Mark," she said quietly her chin still resting on his chest.

Again, neither said anything for a while. During the pregnant silence, they continued to stare at each other with Mark's arm around her shoulders his hand holding her arm a short way down from her shoulder. Jayne's slim body was turned so that her shoulder was pressed against his chest, her hand was resting on his leg just above his knee. Her face was only a few inches from where the folds of the track trousers were still hiding his full erection. Where Jayne's body was turned the thin cotton of her white blouse was stretched. It was more open at the top and Mark could see where the uppermost button was stretching the buttonhole; he could also see almost all of the side of one her boobs. Rather ridiculously, he found himself hoping that the cotton on the button wasn't too strong and that the pressure would break it! No such luck of course he smiled in his mind, but not on his face.

'Kiss me, kiss me you gorgeous fucking idiot,' Jayne said to herself thinking it has to be up to him to start something, although oddly she knew that if she was with a boy she would willingly 'take the bull by the horns' and kiss him.

'I'll do it, she wants it,' Mark was thinking, but feeling shit scared in case he had read this wrong.

Alarm bells were ringing in each of their heads as the intense surges of excitement roared through their bodies. Something had to give.

"Well neither of us will have to lock our doors tonight will we Jayne?" Mark said indicating that she could stay the night.

"You mean I can stay then?"

"Of course you can."

After all the time they had both been having sexual thoughts about each other and thinking how, and whether they would dare try to initiate some sexual action it happened so easily.

"Thank you Mark," Jayne said turning so that the top half of her body was facing his. She wriggled herself upwards going to kiss him on the cheek. "I won't tell Sara, will you?"

As she did that so he bent forward to receive the peck and put his right arm out to hold her shoulder. Due to her movement, he missed that and instead just as her lips grazed his cheek his hand slid between the side of her body and her left arm, the palm of his hand sliding alongside the side of her boob and rested there. At the same time, Jayne placed her hand between the parted lapels of the track top right onto his hairy chest with her lower arm in a straight line downwards so that, completely by accident her elbow pressed against his erection. It took a moment of something like suspended animation for what they were both feeling to sink in.

'Fuck, he's like a rock,' Jayne thought as Mark gasped at the feelings on his hand from the softness of the side of her breast. In different ways and with different phrases rushing through their heads they were both wondering without realising it, 'who will blink first?'

'Jesus, she knows I've got a hard on, will that phase her?' He was asking himself as her elbow moved away from his cock. 'Was that a rejection, did she find a man over twenty-five years her senior getting an erection because of her distasteful or perverted even?' He asked himself.

It didn't come to that. Although she moved her arm away Mark left his hand right where it was trapped between her arm and the side of her boob. Cleverly, though really fortuitously, he left it for her to make the decision. He was touching her very intimately, but in a way that if she didn't want that then he hadn't made an overt movement like grabbing hold of her tits or arse or kissing her full on the mouth! If he had got it wrong, she could simply move so his hand would come away from her boob and everything could be assumed to be an accident and no face would be lost by either of them. Jayne realised that as well. Although very inexperienced when compared to Mark, she had been around enough boys to know that a hand touching a girl's tits was no accident, well the touching may have been, but the leaving it there most certainly wasn't. She recognised that the 'ball was now firmly in her court.' She knew she could easily wriggle her body and move it. Equally, she knew that just as easily she could make an overt gesture like dropping her hand onto the bulge of his erection that was now quite evident in his pants. She still wasn't sure enough, though, that what Mark was doing was a clear sign that he wanted to go further and for her to start cock grabbing.

Looking up at him she said very softly. "You do realise what your hand is touching don't you Mark?"

"Yes Jayne," he croaked thinking that he had blown it and that she was going to tell him to remove it.

The 'yes Jayne' thrilled her. She knew that it was one of the last pieces in the seduction jigsaw puzzle. A barrier had been crossed as they each had acknowledged, not only the intimacy of his touch, but also that it was an overt action. In fact, to leave it there was an intent on his part and an acceptance from her for it to be there. He was showing clearly that he wanted to feel her breast and she was demonstrating equally clearly that she wanted him to do that.

Jayne's heart seemed to beat so fast and her pulses raced as the realisation that at last, after all these weeks she was very near to going further with him. Mark's excitement also increased enormously when his mind accepted that her not moving and her simple question of asking if he realised what his hand was touching were as good as absolute signs of her acceptance of his vague initiative; his request to be at least intimate with her had been accepted.

Looking right into his eyes Jayne took hold of Mark's wrist. 'Oh fuck I got it wrong' he inwardly groaned as she pulled it out from between her arm and body. The look of disappointment on his face made her smile. It also bolstered her confidence and adventurousness for she knew that they had reached that point, which happens with all 'seductions' where the woman takes control. The man may be leading, dominating and believing he is the seducer, but in reality, once his cock is hard, he starts thinking with that and not his brain, whereas the female usually still has control of both her body and her mind and thus him.