My Friend's Daughter: Kristin

Kristin was a wonderful girl; deep, scintillating, charming, erudite, beautiful. During desert after we'd loosened up with a few glasses of wine, I fed her some chocolate cake and said "Kristin, I wish I was your age...because...well, I want to be your boyfriend. You're so...amazing." It was my attempt at starting the conversation towards "just friends."

"Michael, if you were my age, you'd be no match for me. You'd be some immature little boy like all the boys I know. They don't know what to do with me, or how to talk to me. They're not interesting, they're not cultured, they're not...you."

I smiled. "So, you're saying that me being...um...twice your age, makes us the perfect match?"

"Yes, precisely. This couldn't be any other way. Now it's only a matter of whether you want me or not."

"Kristin, you know I want you. You're so perfect, it would be so natural and wonderful. I want to. But, you know it's not that simple." She took my hand and led me to the couch. We sat down and she kissed me.

"We'll just have to keep it a secret then," she said seductively and then left me no choice in the matter. She bit my ear softly and her hand fell in my lap. I was too weak and too attracted to her to stop. I guess that conversation I had hoped to have was going to be postponed. I gave in and was transported by her intense physical presence.

"Touch me, Michael," she said as she liked to do. We kissed and I caressed her neck, ears and moved down to her breast.

"I don't think your mother and father would ever forgive me if they knew I was touching you this way. I feel awful, but..."

"Shut up, Michael." She looked at me and pulled her top off over her head. "Take my bra off, Michael," she said, and of course I did as she asked. It was a truly beautiful moment as I undid the clasp to her brassiere and her magnificent tits flopped out in front of me. My mouth fell open and she giggled as she saw my reaction. I kissed her breasts, sucking gently on her nipples and just reveled in her perfection.

She then stood up in front of me and slid off her skirt. She sat back down, put her legs across my knee and commanded that I remove her shoes. I made the most of this wonderful moment and the unstrapping of her buckle was turned into a sensual ritual. I slid off her shoes and kiss her toes. She giggled again, then stood up in front of me.

Now only wearing a tiny thong, she put one foot on my shoulder and I greedily kissed her pussy without hesitation. I pulled the thong aside and got to work on her clit, lapping and licking hungrily. She was the most gorgeous woman I had even been with and as I put my hands on her ass, I thought to myself how lucky I was.

I could feel her body start shuddering, so I stood up, took her in my arms and lay her down on the rug. She pulled off her thong and spread her legs. "Come on boy, make me come," she told me. I continued licking her pussy and brought her to a thundering and elongated climax within a few blissful minutes. She was beside herself with passion and ecstasy, screaming my name and squirming around. There weren't too many better moments in life than those.

I wanted to keep going all night, but I felt her tap me on the shoulder. I looked up at her and she smiled and said "My god, Michael. You're so good at that. No guy ever made me come like that. Never." She stretched out luxuriously.

"It was my pleasure, my darling."

"Er...no, Mr. Bailey. We've been through this. I just had a fucking mind blowing orgasm. The pleasure was mine." We both laughed. "But I love that you called me darling, Michael. I...adore you." I looked at her sweetly and brushed my fingers through her hair.

"OK, Kristin. This might be kinda crazy, but...I think we should call it a night. I... can't go further with you."

"What? Are you serious? I want...I...you know what I want...and I know you want it too."

"Of course I do, Kristin. But...your parents. I love them too. I don't want to betray them..." I felt shitty and I know she's getting tired of me saying that same thing.

"That's why we won't tell them, Michael."

I just sighed. "Kristin, please. I'm trying...to be a good person. I'm not ready."

She kissed me and stroked my face. "You're a good man. It just makes me love you more. I mean...um...adore you more." She giggled, but it was uncomfortable, as we both tried to ignore what she just said.

"Like I said, Kristin, loving you would be easy. You're...the perfect girl for me. Except...that you're half my age and..."

"And the daughter of your best friends. I know. You really want me to get dressed and leave?"

"No, but you had better. I hope you had a good night. I did."

"I had an amazing night, thank you. You're a wonderful man. Too fucking wonderful." I watched her get dressed and then she started to call a cab.

"Oh, I thought you drove here. Can I drive you home?"

"Of course, silly boy!" she said playfully.

I drove her home. She asked me to stop a few blocks from her house. "I'll walk from here, OK? Do you want me to..." She started rubbing my cock and it felt incredible. I was instantly hard and ready to come. "...suck your cock? I don't want my man getting blue balls." We both laughed, but I had to be strong. I took her hand away.

"Thank you, but...I don't want it to be like this. Cheap, in a car. You're far too good for that, Kristin."

"Thank you, baby," she said. "See you soon." I sensed the disappointment in her voice. We kissed a little and she hopped out of the car. I drove away and went straight home. I didn't feel too good because once again everything was uncertain and I had behaved without any real honor. But she left me with very little choice at times like that, and as I looked over those pictures of her again, I felt like I was falling in love.

Part 10.

It was only a few days later that I was invited over to Bill and Kate's for dinner. I didn't know if Kristin would be there, and despite having many mixed feelings about what was happening I was hoping to see her.

It was a pretty shitty, awkward evening. Bill and Kate had decided to invite a single friend of Kate's over as a way of introducing us. Their friend Marilyn was actually very nice and fairly attractive, but I only had eyes for one woman. Kristin had hidden herself away in her room but appeared and it was the five of us at dinner. She was dressed conservatively, but looked beautiful as always. She didn't look at me and I noticed a redness in her face.

Conversation was stilted and the attempts at getting Marilyn and I to bond were thwarted. I felt bad for this woman and despite her efforts to be charming, I just wasn't interested in paying her any attention. In fact, I was totally distracted. Kristin was clearly annoyed by Marilyn being there and didn't say much, just looked grumpy. When conversation turned to her and boyfriends, it got worse. "I'm not interested in the boys in my class," she said. "They're children."

I couldn't help but smile, as I knew I was the one she wanted. I looked at her as she ate her food in silence, her face glum. I really felt for her. I wanted to get up, hold her and tell her everything would be alright. I started weighing the pros and cons of all this in my head as I had done dozens of times before. The only real options at this point would be to make a clean break from the entire family or to try and make it work with Kristin, consequences be damned. My heart was telling me to go after her.

Marilyn sensed my disinterest and left after dinner. Kate opened another bottle of wine and the four of us sat down in the living room and talked. "What was wrong with Marilyn, Mike?" Kate asked me.

"I'm sorry, she was very nice, but I'm...there's actually someone else I like. I'm not really seeing her, because I'm not ready, but...I actually love her deeply. And, I want to make it work, so I'm taking it slow. I won't be seeing anyone else, even if I can't be with her. You really ought to have asked me if I wanted to be set up." I had opened my mouth and my heart had fallen on the floor. I was slightly drunk and very emotional.

There was a rather stunned silence. Kristin had her hand over her mouth and she had gone bright red. She was barely unable to contain her obvious joy, because it was obvious that I was talking about her. We looked at each other and my heart raced.

Bill jumped in. "Well, who is she?"

Then Kristin said "Yeah, Mr Bailey, tell us." She made a naughty face and crossed her legs. I hesitated.

"No...I think I'll keep this one to myself for now."

"Suit yourself. But we'll be wanting to meet this mystery woman soon enough," Kate said. I didn't say anything.

"I bet she's wonderful," Kristin said in an exaggerated tone. "Is she beautiful?" She was smiling cheekily. I sighed.

"Yes. The most beautiful person I've ever seen. She's perfect and I...I...adore her, but the timing is all wrong. I think I love her."

Kristin looked like she was going to cry. "Lucky girl," she said with a lilt in her voice, smiling at me with love.

"I'm the lucky one," I said, gazing at her.

Bill jumped up. "OK, well, I'm off to bed. All this talk of love is making me exhausted. I'll bid you all goodnight." Kate went with him and Kristin and I were left alone. She sat in her chair looking like an angel. She stood up and looked at me.

"I can't believe it. You had better been talking about me, Michael Bailey."

"Of course," I said. We collided and kissed.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too," I replied. There, we had said it.

"Just...be patient, if you can, Kristin. This is a tricky situation and...I don't want to blow it. Your parents won't understand. Unless we...end up...together...you know, but until then, be patient with me. It will have to stay between us." There was a noise down the hallway and we separated. "First of all, no more romance in this house. None at all. Unless they are out of town. But, otherwise..."

"Yes, Michael."

"And...I won't be seeing other people. But, if you want to, you can. If you can't wait for me to figure this out, then I understand if you want to be with other guys."

"That's not gonna happen, Michael. I'm yours now." We just looked at each other helplessly. After a minute, I told her I should be going. "Want to take me back to your place? I can't be away from you."

Kristin left a note for her parents that I was dropping her off at a friends place and we left together. Back at mine, we didn't waste any time getting to bed. I kissed her all over, and made her come wildly with some intoxicating cunnilingus. I honestly didn't know where this would lead, but couldn't stop myself. We cuddled up in bed, and she didn't try it on with me.

"Michael, I'm somewhat satisfied after that, but obviously you're not. I won't push it, but I'm yours if you want me. You can have me, and I'll do anything you want. You're my man." We kissed, but I didn't reply.

"Will you be angry if I say we should just go to sleep, my love?" She put her head on my chest.

"No, of course not. I love you and I can wait." She paused for a minute then went on. "You know, Michael. If you weren't such a good man, you would have fucked me twenty times already. I wanted you to fuck me on that day when I cut your hair." I let out a sigh and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. I wondered if she wished I didn't have a conscience and would just fuck her, but my guess is that she would prefer to have a meaningful relationship not just a few quick fucks.

We drifted off and I had no trouble sleeping. Resisting her was a little easier knowing that she was going to mine. I just didn't know when.

Part 11.

The next day, Kristin and I went for lunch in an out of the way place just outside town. She was wearing a long white dress that she had thrown in her bag the night before. She was a vision. We walked along a quiet side street, holding hands. "I can't believe how beautiful you are, sweetheart," I told her as the sunlight hit her face.

"Thank you, Mr. Bailey," she said and made a little shy pose. We couldn't help ourselves and started making out. There was a little secluded spot by a wall and she pressed me against it. I touched her tits and she grabbed my cock as we kissed. "I can't wait much longer to have this, Michael," she said smiling. She was right. I needed to commit and stop messing around. There was no way I was ending it, the loveliest affair I'd ever had. We gathered ourselves together and went to find the restaurant. It was a nice little place and we ate and laughed and drank.

I gave Kristin a key to my place. The plan for that evening was that I would bring food in for us to cook and she'd be there when I arrived back. It all went exactly as I'd hoped and when I opened the door, she was there, sitting on the couch. She was wearing short shorts and a t-shirt, both apparently a size or two too small and she looked like something out of a sexual fantasy I might have had when I was a teenager in the early 80s, after watching Charlie's Angels.

I just stood by the door and looked at her, then brandished the roses I bought for her. Kristin leapt up and clapped her hands in delight. "Thank you sweetie," she said and took the flowers.

"Something nice for the woman I love," I said, somewhat lamely. She put on a cute pose and I couldn't help but eye up her mind blowing camel toe in those shorts. I wanted to touch, but restrained myself in an attempt to not be a total pervert.

"How can I ever repay you?" she purred. I smiled at her but didn't answer. We kissed and went into the kitchen. Kristin put the flowers in a vase while I started dinner. "Kristin, I love what you're wearing. You're blowing my mind. You're the sexiest girl I've ever seen, but you're so much more..." I stopped. I felt the frustration again over our age difference. Could we be serious? Could we ever tell her parents? Was this all a huge mistake?

"Mike, baby, what's the matter?" She sensed my pain and moved in, holding me. We both said "I love you" at the same time, then both laughed. After a pause when we were boiling water and chopping veggies, Kristin said "thank you for saying those sweet things, honey. Obviously I think you're the hottest thing on two legs, Michael Bailey. And..." She stopped. I looked at her.

"And what?"

"And...I'm gonna need that cock tonight. It's time, Michael. Even if it's just a little Rosie, you know?" I couldn't help but smile.

"Rosie?"

"You know, the five fingered Rosie?" I shook my head. She moved in close and lowered her voice.

"It means to masturbate. It means at the very least I'm going to give you a handshake tonight, OK, lover? It's the least I'll settle for. Oh, and you'll be eating my pussy of course."

"Of course!", I said delightedly. "I wouldn't miss it. It's pretty much my favorite hobby, Kris." She giggled excitedly.

We kissed and she stroked my hard on. I massaged her titties and in that tight little t-shirt with no bra, they were the best thing I'd ever touched. "Fuck!" she said. "I want to fuck you right now, but...we've got this silly food to prepare."

"I'm not going anywhere, we have our whole lives to..." I stopped myself again. Our whole lives? Did I think that this 20 year old girl was going to want to settle down with a middle aged man? She looked at me with big eyes.

"Our whole lives, Michael?" I just sighed.

"Well...I...we have all night anyway. You just be patient, little darling." We continued to flirt and cook and finally sat down to dinner. She sat next to me and draped her leg over my knee. I fed her and she fed me. I touched her and she touched me. We couldn't keep our eyes or hands off each other.

"Delicious," I say.

"Me or the food?" she replied.

"Oh, you of course," I said and started toying with her pussy in those tiny shorts.

She leaned back in her chair, lifted up one of her legs and moaned, "Oh yeah."

"Sweetie, you're all wet", I said, pulled her shorts down and continued fiddling with her.

"That's...because...you're...um...rubbing...my pussy...babe...uh uh..."

I smiled at her and we kissed. I started fingering her and continued tickling her clit with my thumb. "Oh fuck," she said, "I'm gonna come...don't stop." I moved her chair, shifted her ass down, got on my knees and helped my myself to her perfect flower. She went wild. "Oooooooh fuuuuuck...yeesssss...uh uh uh...do it..." She grabbed my hair, put her legs around my head and started screaming my name, then laughed. "Baby...baby...fuckkk, man...oh, you're the best at that."

I looked up at her, my face covered in her pussy juice. "Now, let's go to bed, Mr. Bailey. It's your turn." I wasn't going to argue. So, we went into my bedroom, I slipped her top off and she was completely nude. She started undressing me slowly and pretty soon we were nude together. She took my hand, and we got under the covers. She started very gently tickling my cock.

"Now, Mike darling. This doesn't mean anything. It doesn't mean we're getting married and have to confess everything to my parents. It doesn't mean we're even in a relationship. All it means is that I'm going to make you come, OK?" I nodded, and just relaxed and enjoyed the feeling. The amazing feeling. A few minutes in, I felt Kristin's body move and became aware that she was about to go down on me. I said her name.

"Michael Bailey. If you stop me from sucking your cock, I'm going to leave and you'll have to jerk yourself off. I'm serious." I didn't say anything and she took me in her mouth. We both started moaning. I'd never felt so good in my life. "Kristin, baby...it feels...so..."

"Good?"

"Uh huh..."

"I love your cock, baby. You're a big boy"

"Yes I know."

She deep throated me, taking my long, thick cock all the way in her pretty mouth. "Kristin..." She looked up at me.

"What is it, lover?" she said.

"Sit astride me, on my chest. Facing the door." She moved her body round and shoved her ass in my face. I tickled her cunt with my tongue and she let out an amazing high-pitched squeal. She started moaning again and then resumed the blowjob. She was gonna come again, and so was I. I wanted to warn her in case she didn't want my cum in her mouth. "Kris...babe...I'm gonna..."

She let out a muffled "Mm mhm," then started to gyrate and squeak as she came to a glorious climax. I tried to hold off as long I could, but it was coming. I held her hair, impaled her with my cock and shot my load in her mouth. We both let out long moans. Kristin hopped off me, and continued to suck me dry. When I was all done, she sat up, looked at me, opened her mouth and let the cum dribble out of her mouth and onto her tits. I just stared at her in wonder. It was the hottest moment of my life.

"That was...soooo...fucking...hotttt, Mike...holy fuck..."

I just smiled. "You were incredible," is all I could think of to say.

"Your cock is the hottest...I can't wait for you to fuck...I mean...make love to me..." we both laughed.

"I can do both, baby."

"Tonight?" she said hopefully. "Oh, I'm an old man. I can only come once a week." Again, we both laughed.

"Fucking liar," she said and cuddled up to me. My cum dripped from her tits onto onto my chest.

"OK. Let's take a shower," I suggested.

"K!" Kristin jumped up and ran into the bathroom. We took a lovely shower together, with more mutual masturbation and kissing than anything else. We ended up back in bed watching a movie and I attempted to not try it on with her. She seemed happy to just be together, cuddling up. Of course I wanted to fuck her, and would. I was just worried about everything, and...I wasn't ready for the full betrayal of my best friends. It had to be right. We fell asleep together, the end of a perfect day. Well, nearly perfect anyway.