My Friend's Daughter: Kristin Pt. 03

"Wait, is that really it?"

"Yeah. Lovely, isn't it?"

"It's incredible. Do you own it on vinyl?"

"Nope."

"Can we go and buy a copy?"

"Yes, in your new car," I suggested.

"I told you, Michael, I can't be buying a car right now. I mean, I just started a job, and..."

"This one's on me. I'll throw the LP in too."

Kristin went silent and blushed. "I can't let you, Mikey," she said sweetly.

"As far as I'm concerned, it's settled. Unless you don't want one, or don't want me to give you a gift."

"Are you serious?"

"Perfectly. You're my girl. Let me do this for you."

"I never want any kind of idea crossing your mind that I'm using you, or taking advantage. Or anything. I love you and my love is real and pure," she said with charming sincerity. "I'll pay you back."

"You don't need to, Kristin."

"I'm paying half your mortgage, then."

"We'll see, my love," I said, and we went back to reading the paper.

Later that afternoon, we went record shopping in Kristin's new used Toyota. I would have liked to have got her something nicer, but that was what she insisted on and I didn't want to argue. It wasn't hard to find a copy of the piece of music, because it wasn't the sort of thing that people flocked to buy these days, and we headed straight back to my place to play it. Kristin sat by the record player, entranced, playing the same section over and over again, while staring at the cover. It was beautiful to see.

"Thank you, Michael. Thank you for the car. Thank you for showing me this music. I've always known it, but didn't know what it was. You have changed my life, forever," she said, and all I could do was smile. In such a lovely, happy moment I was loathe to spoil it with the harsh truths of reality, but I had to ask her about her parents.

"Kris, have you spoken to them?"

"No. I just sent a message to my mom saying I'm staying with you and I'm fine. But that's it."

"OK, I guess that's good for now. I'm sure they're feeling sick about this. Do they know you started a new job?"

"I think so," she said, then started blissing out to the music again and I thought I'd leave it alone.

_______

The week went by without much drama. Kristin went to work and so did I, then we'd meet up and sparks would fly. I'd sent a few messages back and forth with my friend Tom, but he wasn't giving me an inch. "It's the real thing," I had written but he wasn't having it.

"Of course it's the real thing for you, she's a hot young girl. But what about her well-being?" he wrote back. It didn't make me feel better, but I knew my own mind and my own heart. I didn't feel like I was doing her harm, at least in the short term.

During the week, Kristin had told me she'd been invited to a BBQ at a friend's house the next weekend, and she wanted me to come. I was unsure, feeling pretty insecure about our age difference and how her young friends might treat me, but I saw how much she wanted me to go, so I agreed.

That day, I shaved and made myself look presentable in a shirt and tie and we headed off. "You look hot, Mr. Bailey. I don't think people are going to wonder why we're together," Kristin said on the way over. She looked amazing as well in a little tight red dress and I felt pretty good about this. Getting there, I was made to feel welcome and enjoyed the company of her friends, despite being of a younger, inexplicable generation. I got into a conversation with a guy about vinyl collecting, something that I was passionate about, and Kristin was gratified to see I was making an effort.

Kristin went off into the house for a while and I sat down by myself. A pretty girl came and sat down next to me and introduced herself as Cassandra, the host.

"Oh, so you're Kristin's friend from school?"

"Yes, that's right. Thanks for coming," she said and flashed me a smile. She reached over and stroked my tie. "You had a little ketchup on there, Mike," she said. Then, she leaned over and displayed her impressive cleavage, while engaging me in conversation. "So, I can see what Kristin sees in you," she went on and put a hand on my knee. "You're a cutie pie."

I wondered what the fuck this girl was doing and stood up. I strolled around a little, not enough to move away from the conversation, but enough to extricate myself from her overt flirtations. Was she trying to cause a rift between Kris and I, or was there something else? Whatever it was, I wasn't going for it and I wasn't going to let Kristin walk in on her making a pass at me.

"You know, Kristin and I used to share a boyfriend back in high school," she went on and moved towards me, biting her lip. "If you want, you could follow me inside," she whispered, pressing her ample breasts against my arm. Then, stroking my face she said, "Kristin told me you have a nice cock and I'd like to see it for myself." I just stood there in disbelief, stunned. She leaned in further and lowered her voice, "let's go fuck, baby," she said.

I looked at her and shook my head, then stepped back. "Listen, Cassandra, you're a very nice girl, but I love Kris, and..."

"What's up guys?" I heard Kristin's voice as she came over to us. I felt totally awkward and hoped Cassandra's advances couldn't have been misconstrued as some action on my part.

"He passed," Cassandra said cooly.

"What?" Kristin and I said simultaneously.

"Sorry, darling," she said to Kristin. "I feel so protective of you and wanted to make sure you're being taken care of."

"Yes, and?" Kristin said.

"I came onto him, big time. Gave him the irresistible down-blouse view, suggested we hook up, but he wasn't having it. Not even for a second!" she said and looked at me in mock offense. I didn't know how to take this and just stood there feeling like a lemon.

"Oh, nice going, Cassie. Thanks. I could have spared you the trouble," Kristin said and gave her friend a kiss on the cheek, then a playful slap.

"Sorry, Michael," Cassandra said. "You are cute though. If you were single..." she broke off, winked at me and walked away.

"If I was single, I wouldn't be at this party," I whispered in my girl's ear.

"I actually caught most of that little scene from afar and your reaction to her was...hilarious. I wish I'd got it on tape. It was like someone had put a toad in your hamburger," she said and burst out laughing. "Seriously, though, if you're down for a 3-way with her, she'd be totally into it," Kristin said and strolled off, sashaying her hips in an overtly sexual manner. All heads turned and I was left wondering if she was serious.

Later that night, Kristin and I were lying in bed. "Do you think Cassie is hot?" she asked me.

"Is this another test?"

"No, seriously. I mean, if we weren't together, would you date her?"

"She's theoretically, objectively attractive, but I only have eyes for you," I said. I was perfectly serious. "It's like you're surrounded by an aura, Kris, and no other woman exists. I'm so blinded by you that I don't see other girls." Kristin blushed.

"Yeah, but you'd still fuck her, right?" she said and we both laughed.

"Actually, I don't make a habit of dating young girls. You're special and these circumstances... well, I wouldn't be doing this unless there wasn't really any choice. My other option was to leave town and cut myself off from the entire Anderson family forever."

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Yes. I thought about it. When it came down to it, my two options were to be with you or never see any of you again. I was lost and in love either way and I knew there would be regrets and hardship either road I took. Did you want a real answer?"

"I was really just messing with you, but... you never ceased to amaze me, Mr. Bailey. You are the most wonderful, noble, romantic man I've ever met and I feel fortunate to be with you. I love you. Forever."

"Forever," I repeated. I was entirely truthful, but I knew it was the kind of thing young people said when they first fall in love.

"Now, babe. You wanna break in that dildo?" she said and jumped off the bed. I laughed and waited for her to come back. "I still have forty bucks left of that money, by the way. Any ideas?"

"I thought you wanted to buy some weed and get high?"

"I'm plenty high off you, Michael. And other things, like that music. I don't want to go down that road, not yet, anyway. No, I was thinking of buying something for my man. I'll think of something," she said and drifted off in her mind. Snapping out of it, she opened the box and pulled out the large rubber dick that we had bought together at a local sex toy emporium called Flirtations. Remarkably, it was nearly exactly the same size as mine when fully erect, but dark brown.

She opened a little compartment in the bottom of it and put a couple of AA batteries inside. "Man, could you imagine having a dick that big? Wow!" I said. She leaned over and stroked my cock a few times. It wasn't long before I was fully hard. She slipped off my boxers and then held the dildo up against me.

"I think you can easily imagine, Mr. Bailey. Actually, you don't have to, because this oversized rubber cock isn't quite a match for you. My stud," she said and kissed the end of my manhood. "Oh shit," she said, then proceeded to give me head. As always, it felt amazing and looked even better. Her pretty face and pert lips enveloping my cock was a sight I would never grow tired of seeing. I relaxed and let out a long groan. She then did something she hadn't really done before and that was fiddle around with my asshole, and it send an electrical charge through me.

"Wow, babe. That felt..." she carried on and I didn't speak. I looked over at her and noticed she had started rubbing her dildo against her panties while giving me head. She was on all fours now.

"Pull my panties down," she whispered and I did, though I left them halfway down her thigh, something I found particularly erotic. "I'm gonna slide it inside me," she said and took me in her mouth again as she did. "Can you fuck me with it while I...uh..." she said, then went down on me again, her moans reaching a high pitch as I moved the dildo in and out of her. With my other hand, I gently stimulated her clit. After a few minutes, her moans turned into squeaks and i knew what that meant.

"Flick the switch," she said and I saw the rubber dick had a little dial on the bottom, with levels of intensity. I turned it on and it started to softly vibrate inside her and on her clit. Her squeaks turned to squeals as she sucked my cock with new intensity. "Higher," she said, keeping my cock in her mouth, and I turned up the vibrating dick. She started grinding her hips against it as I fucked her with the toy. She took me deep in her mouth and I felt my orgasm rise.

"I'm gonna come, babe," I managed to say, then turned up the machine another notch. Her squeals became high-pitched and crazed and I could tell she was coming. I exploded in her mouth and she let out of a long, satisfied moan as she sucked me dry. She took me out of her mouth and kissed my cock gently.

"Turn it down to minimum, lover," she said, panting, and I did as she asked. She took the dildo out of her pussy and brought the tip against her sensitive clit. "Mmmmmm," she said and lay down next to me. She brought the softly vibrating dildo over to me and rubbed it slowly against my dick, then shut it off and put it aside. She cuddled up to me. "That was nice," she said and appeared to drift off.

About an hour later, it was well past dark and Kristin woke up from her short slumber. "I have work tomorrow, so I need to get my shit ready," she said and walked across the room to her things.

"You know, why don't you unpack properly and get out of that suitcase," I said. "I'll make some room in my drawers for you."

"Thanks, babe," she replied and I thought we'd taken another step in our relationship. "How much is your mortgage, by the way?" she asked me.

"About two thousand."

"Cool. I should be able to raise my half by the end of the month."

"Oh, no, that's..."

"No buts!" she interrupted, and I remembered those were my words to her recently about me supporting her financially. We both laughed, but I still wasn't convinced I was going to take her money. I'd rather she saved up for college, after all, she wouldn't have needed to pay rent if she hadn't ended up with me. She looked at me. "I read all my texts from my parents," she said quietly.

"Are you OK?" I said, trying to be as grown up and wise as possible.

"Yeah. They started desperate, then got more reasoned and loving. They still have lots of questions. I offered to go back over there for an evening and see them. But do you agree that you shouldn't come just yet, babe?"

"I'll do whatever you need me to do, but yeah, there's no way my presence there is gonna help things. But I'll be a phone call away if you need me."

"I know," she said and leaned over and kissed me. Putting out her clothes for work the next morning, she came back to bed where I was dozing off. "Hey," she said, poking my chest. "Why are you sleeping? You haven't fucked me yet," she said with a naughty grin.

_______

The next day, Kristin went to work and had arranged to head straight over to her parent's place after. Not only would I not be there, it also meant I wouldn't see her all day and that felt weird. I decided to watch the most offensively toxic male action movie I could find online and tried not to miss my baby too much. Of course there had been a flurry of texts, a few pictures and a couple of calls throughout the day, so we didn't feel too disconnected.

As the evening wore on, I started to feel a twitch and considered jerking off, but the thought of my girl being grilled by her folks and probably having a miserable time made me think twice. I just had a beer or two, watched the stupid film and tried to empty my mind. Soon enough, I got a text from Kristin saying "on my way," and I waited anxiously. She didn't attach any hearts and I began to feel paranoid that they had convinced her to leave me. I couldn't blame anyone if that were true.

"The door's open," I replied and when she came home, she let herself in. She put her bag down, let out a long sigh and looked at me. She was still in her work clothes and looked cute as a button, despite obviously being exhausted.

"Hey," she said and collapsed on the sofa. She sat there for a minute and I let her breathe. Finally, she spoke. "They want me to move back in with them," she said. I figured they would have suggested that, but I didn't know what Kristin's reaction would be.

"I would understand if you did," I replied, trying to be supportive.

She just sighed, pulled off her shoes and curled into a ball. "I didn't think it would be so hard, babe," she said at last. "I was resolved to be tough and tell them how it was going to be, but I didn't expect them to be so hurt," she said and started to cry. I moved over to the sofa and comforted her.

"I'm here for you, whatever you need," I said lamely. I wasn't very good at this sort of emotional rawness. I grimaced and sat there, stroking Kristin's back as she lay there sobbing.

"I need a bath," she said, after a few minutes.

"OK, sweetie," I replied.

Kristin got up, undid her dress and pulled it over her head, then removed her bra, panties and socks. She stood there nude, watching me in a daze. She looked breathtaking, but with an air of melancholy and darkness. She stretched her arms out above her head and let out a moan, but it wasn't sexual, just a release of tired energy. Even in this moment of trouble and doubt, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander all over her perfect tummy, her breasts and the adorable little tuft of curls at the center of her womanhood. I exhaled in awe.

"Come on sweetie, let me run the tub for you" I said and led her to the bathroom.

The steam was rising and the bubbles were overflowing as she got into the water. I turned to leave, but she asked me to stay, so I sat down next to the tub and smiled as she soaked her skin in the healing water.

Kristin breathed deeply, let out a contented sigh and looked up at me, smiling. She was feeling a little better. "I'm staying here with you, Michael. I'm off to college soon, anyway. And you know, I'm nearly 21. I don't need to be moving back in with my folks... I'm an adult..." she went on, her stream of consciousness thoughts flowing out, as if she was trying to make sense of everything.

"This is what I want, and they're just going to have to live with it. I'm sorry, but..." she stopped, clearly having made up her mind and completed her thoughts. She submerged herself under the water, getting her hair wet, then resurfaced with an exuberant gasp. She looked at me and flicked a bubble, which landed on my shirt, and I understood that something inside her had resolved.

Kristin stood up as all the water and soapy bubble flowed off her skin, and she bent down to unplug the tub. I couldn't help but get excited by this astonishing vision. She looked at me and coldly said, "dry me." Goddess commands, and I obey.

She grabbed a small towel, threw it at my face and stepped out of the tub so that I could attend to her. I dried her off, gently rubbing the towel over all her magical feminine parts, and despite the emotional difficulty of her day, I knew this was a prelude. To something.

"Get undressed and lie down on the bed" she softly demanded, and who was I to argue? "Oh, and get hard if you're not already," she said calmly, not looking at me, as I walked towards the bedroom, undressing as I did. Yes, I was already hard. I lay down and waited. I had an inclination of what was coming.

A minute later, the goddess appeared and joined me on the bed, moving like a panther on all fours, but there was no eye contact. Her hair was still wet and dripping. Normally in our coupling, Kristin and I would revel in all manner of games, laughter and foreplay, but tonight was different. "Lie still," she requested solemnly and perched herself above my ceiling-facing cock. Like a sybaritic queen worshiping on an altar, Kristin sat down on my offering, and started, very slowly pleasuring herself, using me as a sex toy.

I groaned in appreciation. "Shhhh," said the goddess sharply, who leaned back on her hands a little, softly grinding on me, her eyes closed. She wasn't moving fast or intensely, simply getting as much pleasure as she could out of her human dildo. She was in a world of her own, and I understood, this was all part of the process of dealing with her day.

She squeezed her tits as her pleasure intensified, and from past experience, I knew to not get involved. I let my arms fall by my side, and lay still, not speaking or reacting, because I would merely be a distraction.

This wasn't the first time Kristin had fucked me this way; this was her goddess mode, as I called it. This was masturbation for her, but using me as her vibrator. No man would mind it. It was domination, it was voyeuristic, it was magnificent. Once during one of these sessions she had said "don't come or goddess will be displeased" and I realized that my pleasure was secondary, perhaps irrelevant, my role only to serve. This time, however, there was no humor in her voice or actions. I forced myself to concentrate on other matters... baseball, the accounts, whatever foreign war my government was instigating at the time. Anything to not disappoint my queen.

Kristin made herself come, then come again, slowly grinding on my "joystick" as she sometimes referred to it. She never looked at me or acknowledged my needs, because I wasn't a person, merely a physical object for her to use. Like any man, I was thrilled to oblige, and found this form of intercourse to be just as beautiful as any other, though I was not permitted to express that in any way tonight.

She slid off me and walked to the bathroom, and closed the door without a look or a word. Knowing what she needed, I turned off the lights, slipped on my briefs and lay under the sheets. When Kristin came back, I sensed a return of her melancholy, and as she climbed under the covers and placed herself in spooning position, she merely whispered "hold me," and I did. Usually after one of these goddess games, she would end it and suck me off, but tonight was different. Kristin was in a state. Blue balled but amazed, I went to sleep.