My Daughter's Best Friend Ch. 02

Things became rather crazy after my night with Tabi. She still came over practically every day, but she was with Sarah most of the time. And of course, neither of us said anything to her whatsoever. How could we? How could I possibly explain to my daughter that I had had the best sexual experience in my life... with her best friend?

The night we had slept together had actually gotten even crazier. We had both fallen asleep again after our last round of fun, and I woke to Tabi yelping and going on about what time it was. We had slept until almost eleven, which meant that Sarah would be home at any minute. How careless! Tabi bolted out of my room and into the bathroom to shower. We never did take a shower together. Meanwhile, I hastily changed my clothes, which were damp from semen and other fluids. My bed was a mess, so I stripped it down. And then Sarah got home just as I was stuffing my sheets into the washer. Fortunately she didn't ask me any questions, and that was the end of that.

But as the days went by, it was harder and harder for me to be around Tabi. She didn't come visit me at night anymore. And a couple times when the three of us watched a movie at night, she sat in the chair instead of next to me on the couch. I started inventing all kinds of reasons why she seemed to be avoiding me. Maybe she had realized that she wasn't actually interested in me. Maybe she didn't like the idea of being with an older man. Maybe she didn't find my attractive. Maybe she didn't trust herself. My mind was constantly spinning. It was maddening.

The following weekend, the girls asked me if I wanted to order pizza. I agreed without hesitating. Anything that brought the potential for me to be near Tabi was good with me. We ended up watching a movie together that night. It was ok, but most of my attention was wrapped up in the fact that Tabi was sitting on the chair again. Sarah sat at the other end of the couch. I kept trying to catch Tabi's eye, but it was tricky with Sarah between us. After the movie finished, I decided to just call it a night. I felt depressed. I noticed Tabi watching me as I walked out of the room and into my bedroom. I closed the door and then closed my eyes, trying to tell myself that I was being immature. Why was I feeling so upset?

I quickly got ready for bed and slipped under my covers. My eyes were just starting to drift closed when I heard my cell phone buzz. I grabbed it off my nightstand and stared at the screen. It was a text message from an number I didn't recognize. All it said was, "I miss you."

I already knew, or hoped I knew, but I typed back anyway, "Who is this?"

There was a long pause, and then the screen read, "Tabi."

My heart started pounding in my chest. My hands were shaking as I typed, "How are you doing?"

"Ok, I guess," she replied after a few seconds.

"Uh, what are you doing? I mean, where are you?" I asked.

Another long pause, then she texted, "I'm in the bathroom."

I thought for a minute, and then asked, "Are you upset with me?"

She answered quickly, "No."

I frowned at my phone. I felt confused. I didn't really understand what was going on. So I texted her as much. She didn't respond right away. I looked up as I heard the toilet flush and realized she probably didn't have much time to chat. I started typing quickly, "It seems like you are avoiding me."

Another long pause, then she answered, "Maybe. But it seems like you are avoiding me, too."

I didn't know how to respond to that. I didn't think I had been trying to avoid her. Actually, I felt like I had been trying to do everything I could to be near her. I started to type a response when I heard the bathroom door open. Damn. I typed as fast as I possibly could, "I don't want to avoid you."

She didn't respond. I heard another door open and close. She was back in Sarah's bedroom. I waited for fifteen minutes, and no response came. I felt extremely frustrated. Then I started wondering if my text hadn't gone through. There was no way to tell. But I was too afraid to send another one, in case Sarah happened to be looking at Tabi's phone.

I laid in bed for another hour, trying to force myself asleep. There wasn't any noise from anywhere else in the apartment. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was after 2am. I sighed, putting my phone back on my nightstand. I tried masturbating to get myself asleep, but I couldn't finish. It felt like it had for the past several years again. I felt like crying, but I started laughing instead. My phone buzzed and my heart jumped. I scrambled for the cell and looked at the screen. Just an email. I growled. But then I noticed there was a text alert that I hadn't seen. I opened it and felt a flood of relief. It was from Tabi, and she had sent it over an hour ago. I don't know how I missed it. It said, "Then let's not avoid each other."

It was too late to text her back. But I was smiling. It took me another hour to fall asleep, but when I finally did, I started dreaming about her again.

The next morning, I walked into the kitchen to find Tabi busily making eggs. She turned toward me and smiled her infamous thin smiles at me. She didn't immediately turn away. I stood admiring her for a minute. She was wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt that covered half of them. I followed the contour of her legs down to her bare feet, then back up again. She had turned away. I cleared my throat and she looked at me again. "Good morning," I said, smiling. She smiled back, saying nothing. "Where's Sarah?" I asked.

"Shower," Tabi said without looking.

I stood debating whether I wanted to risk getting close to her. I finally chickened out and sat at the table instead. It felt like the kind of immature games you would play while dating someone in junior high. I almost laughed at myself. A few minutes later, Sarah came into the kitchen and sat down across from me. She looked irritated about something. I was suddenly worried that she had read my text conversation with Tabi. I stared at a box of cereal on the table, pretending to read it. Sarah finally broke the silence, "What's up with you, dad?"

I looked up at her and she was frowning. Her look of irritation was gone. "Oh, nothing. Sorry, just not super talkative today."

She shrugged, "It's cool."

Tabi came to the table with a pot full of eggs and started scooping them out onto our plates. She brushed against me with her hip as she reached over to my plate. I felt my body responding to her closeness. My penis stirred. She glanced at me before going to her own plate. I thought I could read a lot from the look, but I could just be seeing things that I wanted to see.

Sarah and Tabi made idle conversation while we ate breakfast. I offered to clean the dishes afterward, and Tabi jumped up to help me. I washed the plates while she dried them. Every time I handed her one, our hands touched briefly. It sent a jolt of electricity through me each time. I felt myself growing harder and harder while we continued to work together. A few minutes later, we had all the dishes put away. Sarah was in her room getting ready for the day.

"What are you guys up to today?" I asked. It was a Sunday.

"I think we're going shopping," Tabi answered. She was staring at me, and I noticed her eyes drift down my body to my crotch. She must have noticed my erection because she immediately looked back up at me. I felt embarrassed.

"That's cool," I said.

"Sarah has to work tonight," Tabi said, quietly.

I looked up at her sharply, my heart suddenly pounding. I opened my mouth to say something, but Sarah walked back into the kitchen. "Hey, you ready Tabs?" Tabi nodded and then gave me a meaningful look before turning away and walking out of the kitchen with Sarah.

Several hours later, Sarah came home to get ready for work. Alone. I almost cried, but of course I held myself together. I was sitting in the living room being lazy. Sarah sat on the couch while she put on her makeup. I decided to try asking some questions, careful not to raise any suspicions. "You hanging out with Tabi again tonight?"

"Nah, I won't be home until midnight. So she just went home." I nodded, acting unconcerned. "I think she has a date tonight, anyway," Sarah said, sounding irritated for some reason.

I just about choked. What?! I had a very sudden and very unexpected feeling of jealousy. Intense jealousy. The likes of which I had never experienced before. I ground my teeth, feeling my heart pound against the inside of my chest. I tried to control my breathing, to keep myself from panicking. I didn't say anything, hoping Sarah wouldn't notice my unusual reaction.

A few minutes later, she was finally done and headed out the door to work.

I sat in silence for quite awhile. I couldn't believe how upset I felt. I was suddenly missing Tabi fiercely. It felt like I had just lost something that wasn't really even mine to begin with. It was crazy. I felt crazy. Literally. The more I thought about it, the more worked up I got. My heart was racing. My skin felt hot, and I was getting lightheaded. I finally decided I should go and take a walk.

Ten minutes later, I had a fresh pack of cigarettes in my hand. My hands were shaking as I lit one. I was hoping it would calm my nerves. I got a buzz right away, and almost stumbled as I walked down the street. But I did feel a little calmer. I breathed in the fresh air, trying to put my attention on anything other than Tabi. Because if I put my attention on Tabi, then I started visualizing her kissing someone else, and that made me feel crazy again. What the hell? We have one night together, and I get all possessive?

I walked for over an hour before heading home. I had smoked half the pack of cigarettes by then. As I walked into my bedroom, my phone buzzed. I froze, staring at it sitting on my nightstand. Had I really left my phone here? I never left my phone behind. In my panic, I must have. With a shaky hand, I picked up the phone. There were several text messages on the screen. I started reading them from newest to oldest, only because the one on the screen when I first looked had caught my attention.

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"I feel like my whole world is upside down."

"I am going crazy."

"I really need to talk to you right now."

"Please answer me."

"Are you there?"

I frantically started typing back, "I'm here."

I held my breath waiting for a response. It came in less than a minute, "Thank God."

"I can't stop thinking about you, either." I typed back.

"Crazy, right?" she texted.

"Tell me about it," I sat down on my bed as we texted back and forth.

"How was your night?" she asked after a pause.

"Uh... honestly?" I answered.

"No, lie to me. Lol," she answered back.

"It sucked." I said truthfully.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because Sarah told me you had a date tonight," I typed back.

There was a long pause. Really long. I started to worry. Then she answered, "I did."

My heart sank. I started typing, "Oh..." but another text came through before I hit send. "But I cancelled it." I hit send on my text anyway, then sat there thinking.

"What are you doing right now?" she asked.

"Sitting on my bed. And that's pretty much it," I answered.

There was a delay in response again. I waited patiently, my heart fluttering in my chest. Why was I feeling so nervous? Then she texted again, "There. I'm sitting on my bed now, too. :)"

My hands were shaking more as I typed a message back. "So... what do we do now?"

She texted, "Now in general? Or now as in... like right this second?"

My body was responding to my conversation in ways that I wouldn't have understood if I wasn't the one experiencing it. Something about our conversation, even by text, felt extremely intimate to me. I laid back on my bed, resting my head on my pillow, typing a response, "Uh, how about both..."

Tabi answered, and I could almost hear her laughing, "Lol. Well, let's start with the easy one."

"Ok," I answered.

She didn't answer for awhile. Then she asked, "Are you upset right now?"

"No!" I texted back immediately.

"Good. :)" she answered.

"Why did you think I was upset?" I asked, curious.

I waited patiently for her answer. Her text flashed on the screen after a minute, "I just wanted to make sure. I'm not upset either. About anything..."

"You're ok with what we did?" I asked, thankful for the protective cover of texting in lieu of confronting this subject face to face.

"Are you?" she asked, instead of answering my question.

I thought about it, but not for very long. It was getting easier and easier to be open with her, without hesitating. "I am ok with it."

"Me too," she said.

"Although I am a little freaked out about Sarah finding out," I typed truthfully.

Another pause, then she said, "Me too."

My hands were shaking as I stared at my phone. I had a wave of emotions to contend with at the moment. I was excited, and aroused. Heavily. I was also nervous and possibly terrified at the same time. As a result, my stomach was turning summersaults. I didn't want to stop anything. I wanted more, actually. But I wondered over and over if I should be making a different decision. When I didn't answer, Tabi sent another text, "What are you thinking about right now?"

I tried to choose my words carefully, "You. What we did. And how I feel about it all."

"And how do you feel about it all?" she asked. It was really just a different wording of our earlier question, but I could tell she was trying to get me to say more.

"Really really turned on. That's how I feel," I typed back.

"Me too," she answered. I could almost hear her whispering it.

I squirmed on my bed, feeling my erection demanding my attention. I had on a pair of jeans that were restraining it a bit. I shifted until it was in a more comfortable position. Then I responded, "That turned me on even more."

"I know," she said. I was about to type something back when she sent another text, "It turned me on more, too. I can't sit still."

I paused, biting my lip. Very unlike me to do that. Then I asked, "Can I ask you something personal?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Do you think I'm too old for you?" I asked. It was probably my most dreaded question to ask. Or, rather, I dreaded the answer to that question more than any other. But I asked it anyway.

Her response came quickly, "No way. Actually, the only thing I thought about was that I might be too young for YOU. But that thought is gone. Completely. Gone."

I was beaming by the end of her text. My hands were shaking still, but I felt... energized. Electric. I squirmed and felt my penis protesting at my pants again. I finally reached down and unbuttoned them, relieving some of the pressure. I answered her, "Thank you for telling me that. It made me feel... really good. I don't think you are too young for me."

":)," she answered.

":)," I sent back.

A few minutes later, she texted another question, "Now can I ask you something personal?"

"Sure," I answered without hesitation.

"Are you hard right now?" she responded quickly. My heart was pounding at the nature of the conversation.

"Very," I answered.

"Good. :) I'm glad to know," she answered. Then she said, "Your turn."

"My turn?" I asked.

"Yeah. For a personal question," she texted.

"Oh. Let me think," I texted back. Then I asked, "Why did you cancel your date tonight?"

She took a bit to answer, but when she did, I smiled even bigger. "Because of you."

"Thank you," I said. "Your turn."

Her response came quickly, "Have you gone on any dates since we...?"

"No," I answered as fast as I could.

":)," she answered. Then, "You go."

I bit my lip again. I had a few questions in the back of my mind, but I felt shy about asking them for some reason. So I went with something easier, while I worked myself up to the doozies. "When was the last time you had sex? Before me, I mean..."

"Two months ago," she answered quickly. Then she asked her question without prompting, "Do you think I have a sexy body?"

I almost typed "lol" but instead said, "Yes! It is... perfect. Seriously."

":)," she texted back. "Your turn."

I thought for a minute, and then asked, "Do you use birth control?"

"Yes, I take the pill," she answered. Then she asked, "Are you still in pain?"

"Only a little bit," I answered.

"Oh," she answered. Then she said, "Your turn..."

I started typing my question, then erased it. I stared at the screen for a long minute, and finally put the question there again, "What is your favorite position?"

It was another couple minutes before she responded, but it was a longer text, "Hmm... it depends, really. Sometimes I like to be on top. Sometimes on the bottom. Sometimes on my side. I guess it depends on three things: the guy, my mood, and the time of month. If it's too close to my period, I like to be on the bottom. That might be too much information, but whatever. You asked!"

"Lol," I texted back. "It's ok. It's actually... no, it's not too much information. I like your answer. I feel the same way, except for the period thing."

"Lol," she answered back.

After a minute, I texted, "Um, it's your turn."

"Do you ever play with yourself?" she asked.

My heart pounded in my chest as I read her question. My penis was pressing against my pants again, even with them loosened. I shifted. "Yes," I answered.

"Your turn," she texted after a minute.

"Uh, you can answer the same question you just asked me." I held my breath waiting for her answer.

"Yes I do," she answered. Then she asked another question, "What do you think about when you do it?"

"Depends. Usually I think about having sex. But sometimes I think about watching someone else having sex."

"Ooooh," she answered. My erection throbbed, screaming for my attention.

"Ask me another question..." she texted.

"When was the last time you masturbated?" I typed into my phone, breathing heavily.

There was a long pause before she answered, "You mean the last time before right now?"

My penis surged, and I gasped. I finally gave into its demand and slid my free hand down my pants. I slid two fingers down along the sides of my shaft, while I continued to text. My body was buzzing. I texted carefully, "You're doing it right now?"

Thirty seconds later, she answered, "Mmm hmmm..."

It was enough to set my over the edge completely. I finally pushed my pants down, sliding my underwear with them. My throbbing erection was there, waiting eagerly for my hands to stroke it. I did, and gasped. I pictured Tabi's skinny hands wrapped around it, and my back arched up. I moaned loudly, stroking quicker and quicker. My phone buzzed and I glanced at it. There was another message, "Did I scare you off?"

"No," I answered. "I'm doing the same thing..."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she answered. I felt my heat rising. It was intense. I felt an orgasm starting to bubble to the surface already. I wanted to type back, but it was hard to concentrate. I closed my eyes for a second and saw Tabi hovering over me, her perky breasts dangling in front of my mouth. I imagined kissing her neck, and my penis responded, tingling. My stroking moved faster. My phone buzzed again, and I saw her message, "Josh?"

I picked it up and typed, "Sorry, I'm here."

A long pause, and then she texted, "Do you want to have an orgasm right now?"

"Yes," I typed back. "I'm already close..."

A few seconds later, she responded, "Me too..."

I pumped harder, harder, faster. And then it was coming. I felt it moving inside me. My orgasm. My sperm. My release. It built, higher and higher. I arched my back. My phone buzzed and I read, "Oh god............."

My body shook as the orgasm hit. But it didn't push all the way through. It fell short. It felt tingly and dizzying, but nothing came out. I stroked harder, but still nothing. I growled in frustration. How irritating. After a few more minutes of trying, I gave up. I was still hard, but no release.