The Profile

As had plenty of other girls before her. I should really wash those. Heh.

I loved this position. It not only made a girl's pussy feel great, but the angle hit all the right places around my dick and since I wasn't concerened about holding back anymore I was quickly coming to orgasm myself.

"Your pussy's gonna make me cum..." That was always a favorite. I whispered it to her as I pulled her head to one side and kept fucking her into the couch. She moaned and began pushing against me, timed with my thrusts. She'd recovered, aparently and was now acting like the wildcat she'd been at the start.

In only a few minutes I was spewing my load inside her, shielded by the extra strong condom (I don't fuck around with that) and slowly wound down, sliding in and out slowly as I came down off my orgasm high.

I slipped out of her and sat back, pulling her towards me, kissing her and fingering her. She kissed me back contentedly, giggling in between.

"Oh. My. God. You are so fucking amazing..."

If it had been the first time I'd been told that, I might've blushed.

"Have fun?" I asked her.

It was a question I asked all the girls. It was meant to reinforce the fact that this was a hookup. This was all in good fun. This was nothing to get attached to. It may sound callous, but I don't need barely legal teens starting to diagram a life with me.

"Oh, fuck yeah..." She purred. "Great tour..." she laughed.

She seemed cool about it. We sat there for a while, making out while I fingered her to another orgasm.

She laid her head against my chest afterwards.

"Thank you... that was incredible..."

This part was always tricky. How to disentangle without being an ass about it? I've had plenty of girls who enjoyed a good cuddle after sex without expectations, but it was always guesswork with a new lay. I hated being the dick to push her away, but it helped set boundaries and expectations.

Luckily, Lana seemed to be on the same page. She stretched, laughed and got up. I admired her body as she went about dressing again. She really was extremely fit.

"Jeeezus.. it's like I pissed myself..." She was looking at the stain on her yoga pants. She looked at me and grinned. "You made me so fucking wet.."

That dirty talk was going to make me react if she kept it up, but she chuckled and put on her panties and pants. I went about dressing too, enjoying looking at the tight body I'd just fucked.

"This was nice..." I said. Leaving it open.

"Yeah... we should do it again sometime." She smiled wickedly. "I might need another tour..." She giggled.

She finished dressing and put her hands on her hips.

"I should probably get my own account, though, so I can see when I can drop by." She had a glint in her eye.

It took me a couple of seconds.

"That was Amanda's account?"

Lana nodded. "Yeah, I was using her phone and I saw a message and I snooped." She grinned abashedly. "I was curious, she'd told me about the app but I'd never tried it."

This made me weirdly unfomfortable.

"So... she uses the app a lot?"

She made a pouty face. "Oh... are you jealous? Unsatisfied with what you got?"

I shook my head vehemently, but I couldn't figure out what to say.

"You dirty old man, you're old enough to be her father..." she chided me with a fake frown.

"I'm old enough to be yours, too. And I never said I wanted to hook up with Amanda, please don't be putting things into her mind."

Lana laughed. "I'm kidding." She came over and kissed me. I was a bit uncomfortable about the subject, and she could tell.

"Relax. Don't worry about me putting things into her mind." She winked at me. "She's the one with the app on her phone... and she's the one that brought us here."

What was she saying?

"But hey, that's none of my business, I don't care what she gets up to on her free time." She kissed me again, and bit my lip. "Expect my invitation as soon as I get my phone charged up... that was some good cock, thanks."

With that, she crossed over to the door, blew me a kiss, and left.

--

The rest of the day went by in a blur.

Even though Mateo gave me shit about the young girls I fucked, he was a pretty cool bro about it too, and high-fived me when I eventually came out of my office.

"So can she vote, at least?"

"Shut up. You're fired." I told him. He just laughed. I fired him about twice a week.

Allie and her assistant returned from lunch and went about their day fulfilling backed up orders. We had 16 3D printers in the warehouse, and they ran almost 24/7, constantly churning out parts and pieces. Allie's department actually had nightshifts, which I sometimes took myself, usually when I scheduled a meet with a fuckbuddy.

Aside from that it was a slow day, though. Nobody else came into the store, and the printing presses were busy running a fourth edition of Amanda's dad's second book.

I found myself checking my phone sporadically throughout the afternoon, with one thing on my mind.

Amanda's icon said that she was a mile away in the shopping center. Since we'd messaged each other, I could now see her full profile. I could see her location because she'd apparently "liked" me, which I guessed was Lana's doing. The app makes it easy to facilitate fucking.

Amanda had a bunch of pictures. None of which were the kind that her father's friend should be seeing.

Lana had become legal only recently, from what she'd said. Was Amanda...?

Holy fuck, stop that right now, I told myself. She's practically my daughter. Lana had been joking about it but facts were facts. It wasn't the age that was the problem, it's the fact that I knew her when she was a little girl. I'd held her when she'd scraped her knee one time falling from a bicycle. I'd been to most of her birthdays. I had seen her grow from a cute as a button little girl to a beautiful young woman.

A young woman who posed in very provocative poses on her profile. The pictures were mostly selfies, taken in bathrooms, at the beach, at nightclubs and parties. She had a recurring theme of looking straight at the camera and biting her lip in most of them. Sometimes she held her hand on her chest. Sometimes she posed with other girls, Lana was often in the pics.

I kept scrolling, becoming more and more engrossed in the forbidden glimpse, unforseen sexual thrill rushing through me as I saw her holding a bottle of champagne to her lips and letting it dribble down her chin and chest, gazing right into the camera, and into my very soul, with that mystic, sexy gaze. By the time I got the the bikini pictures, which she'd had someone take for her, I had an erection and I knew I had to take care of it.

I locked the door to my office and leaned back in my chair, scrolling through the pictures. I spit on my hand and began stroking my dick.

She was gorgeous. She was the image of a young nymphette, innocent and sexy at the same time. It's really fucked up, to be honest. The more I saw the more I began to need more of her. In the bikini pictures, I only reached the third still of her slim figure bending and twisting in the sand, glistening skin barely covered by skimpy fabric before I was shooting a long stream of cum across my desk. Her angelic face, plump lips and smokey eyes captivated me. The curve of her lower back right before the beautiful crest of her ass, split down the middle by the bright thong, destroyed me. The sweaty, matted hair clinging to her neck and breasts as she looked up at the camera and bit her lip, her leg gracefully curved to show her lithe, tight figure, inflamed and engorged me.

I jerked off three more times looking at her pictures. I felt sickened and exhilirated at the same time.

I knew that I couldn't take a screenshot of them without her knowing, but I'd learned long ago of the easiest of workarounds for that. I could just take a picture of it with abother camera of course, but I had a better idea. I do a lot of presentations and sales pitches, so I have this nifty little cable that I can connect from my phone to an adapter for TVs. Cost me $20. In less than a minute I had projected my phone screen onto my computer monitor and taken the screenshots right there, in high def.

I jerked off to those pictures, and many more that she posted afterwards, for the better part of a year.

----

Summer came and went, and I was sitting in my friend's pool.

Amanda hadn't come back into the office again, but I'd fucked Lana at least a dozen times before she left for college. True to her word, she'd created a profile and about once a week she would drop by a couple of hours after I posted myself as "available". There were times when others hit me up first, of course. There was an asian beauty who I really enjoyed nailing, who had nothing to do with any space piratey smut, she was just a DTF girl in a DTF world.

Sometimes Lana would just initiate conversations, which worried me at first, thinking she might be getting too attached, but every time we hooked up she showed no indication of any sort of messy feelings getting caught up with our fucking. I really started to like her, personally. Not as a girlfriend or anything, but she was actually pretty funny.

Well, her texts were funny. When we met it was an all out fuckathon that went from zero to 100 in .3 seconds. not much time to chat and shoot the breeze when there are holes to be filled.

Lana actually spent the entire night with me as a goodbye before leaving for college. She was a good kid, fun to be around, and definitely enjoyed fucking as much as I did. Remembering her giving me a goodbye blowjob on my balcony the morning after, before leaving, often gave me a hard on. She'd sucked my dick a couple of times but that time she'd swallowed my cum, which not a lot of girls do, at least not casual hookups. She'd been a little teary and a little clingy at the end, but I think it was mostly the anxiety of moving across the country. The fear of the unknown.

She left, but would write a quick text every once in a while. I worried for a bit again that she might have ideas about us, but the exchanges were always breezy and fun. I actually missed her a couple of times.

Amanda had also gone off to college.

I'd seen her a couple of times at her family's place during some barbecues, but she hadn't been as friendly or as close as that day. She must've known I was fucking her friend, and it clearly upset her. I don't know how that made me feel. I was worried that she would block me on the app, but she never did. I kept getting more and more glimpses into her young life, and to be honest, it was getting to the point where I couldn't go without..

It's a really fucked up situation.

I mean, I see her and I have two trains of thought going on at the same time. I see her as the girl I saw growing up, and I want to tell her father that she's posting these things online. That she uses an app that people use to find other people to fuck, even though I'd never actually seen her be "available" (believe me, I monitored it several times a day). I want to snitch on her and drop hints to my buddy of the drinking and partying and weed use that I've seen his "straight-laced-A-student" daughter engaging in.

But that would mean that it would stop.

I would no longer be able to see her trying on skimpy clothing. Standing in a towel in the bathroom. Licking a bottle that another friend is holding. Looking into the camera, clearly naked under the sheets, and bite her lips, inviting me to jerk off to the thought of filling her mouth with my dick, having her choke on my sperm as I came. Of bending her over and fucking her till she begged me to stop.

Oh fuck, just thinking about it is enough to make me want to get out of this pool and go jerk off in the bathroom.

Amanda's mother and her aunt, wandering about in those bikinis didn't help, either.

They each had two kids, but you could never have told that from looking at them. Christ, they were my age and looked good enough to eat.

I'd actually made a pass at Amanda's aunt a while back, a strange incursion into my own age group, but she'd politely rebuffed me, to my huge surprise (if I'm being honest). She'd said she wasn't in a right frame of mind then, her marriage had broken up year earlier, a whole terrible sob story for which I don't have the details but she somehow wasn't over it still. Not even six months after that, though, she was knocked up again. No dad in the picture this time either.

Bitch. I wonder who she hooked up with. Might've been the ex-husband because the kid that was floating a few yards from me looked just like his older sister, from the broken up marriage.

Eh. I didn't really care. She was hot, sure, but I'm not exactly hurting for strange. I admit I did try once more a few months after the second kid was born and she'd gotten hot again, but nope, same answer.

Fucking bitch. Whatever.

It was a heated pool, thankfully, since the nights were becoming a bit cooler already. This was probably one of the last times we'd be out here until spring, grilling and watching the football games on a big screen TV in the pergola by the pool. It was a good, lazy afternoon with a cold beer, nice views (even though they were off limits) and good company.

Allie and Mateo were there as well, since they knew Amanda's dad. Our marketing expert was a no-show, though. Some trip had come up, I didn't really remember. He was in a flexible position since he'd started working for me, sometimes he had to go on spur of the moment trips, whatever that was about. He made us good bank, though, so I couldn't care less what he got up to.

Allie was chattering away with my friend's assistant, a big tittied number I'd crossed off as too prudish to even approach a while back. Her boyfriend was talking animatedly with the barista, completely unaware that Mateo was making eyes at him. I laughed internally at that.

I wished Amanda would show up.

It had been months and my obsession had only continued to grow.

About once a week, during the brief exchanges throught the app with Lana, I'd try to pump her for information on Amanda, but she either didn't know anything, or didn't want to talk about it. She always brushed me off and kept talking about other mundane shit.

It was actually good, I realized, to talk to her. It was a break from thinking about Amanda.

I jerked off every day to pictures of her. There was no question at all in my mind now that if I ever got the chance, I would fuck by best friend's daughter.

I would fuck her good. Fuck her silly.

Sigh.

She was gone away to college though, two states away. Her workload must've been killer at first because she'd stopped posting pictures for a few weeks, but then had continued. Same type of things. Parties, booze and fuckable poses. Some weed. Pretty sure in one of the bathroom shots there was a girl snorting coke behind her, but she seemed ok.

It was stark contrast to her other social media pages, of course. The ones where she had her family on were full of artsy pictures of mountains and of her going hiking and laughing with friends, bowling, at museums. I would never admit to it, but I read her blog, too. The kid was fucking smart and opinionated. Intimidatingly so.

It was really weird to juxtapose the impression that you got from those pages from the ones in the hookup app profile. It made me laugh, sometimes. I was definitely never going to have kids. They grow up and do all the same shit we do. Lie, and hide shit from parents and other adults.

I was caught up in introspection, when I heard the small kid scream excitedly.

"MAAAAANDYYYYYYYY!!" He pushed himself off his floater and swam/flopped over to my side of the pool, hanging on to the edge. He looked at me with a demanding gaze and I obligingly helped him get out of the pool.

As I stood there, looking after him, ready to jump out if he slipped, I finally registered what he'd said when I laid eyes on the figure standing by the door to the house.

Amanda was stunning. I felt my throat tighten and my mouth dry up. Again, that double vision of things cropped up in my head.

Amanda wearing a pair of jean shorts, her bare, deliciously shaped legs shining. Her flat stomach tightening as she laughed and bent down to pick up her cousin. She wasn't wearing a shirt, instead, she was already kitted out in a bikini top, nowhere near as small as the ones she appeared in her photos with, but still showing enough skin to be enticing. Her beautiful hair flowing down and around as she lifted the little tyke and spun him around, giving me a glorious view of the tight shorts as they strained to contain her beautiful ass. The ass that I'd jerked off to for months now.

At the same time, the other image overlapped it. Jeezus, she should put some clothes on. She's just a kid. She shouldn't be showing that much skin with folks who aren't family. I mean.. there's that guy, the assistant's boyfriend... and Mateo.. well, he was gay.. and, well, me... but still..

Yeah, the first train of thought won out. Definitely.

Amanda twirled the giggling little boy around before putting him down and heading over to hug her mother and aunt.

Now there's a fucking sandwich I could definitely see myself enjoying. It was useless, though. One I'd never touch, one doesn't want me to touch her and the other one is mad that I touched her friend.

Sheesh.

I sat back down to cool myself off, but... heated pool. Damnit. Don't think about her bikini photos. Don't fucking look at her, asshole.

Amanda eventually was done with the greetings, it was a quick, surprise visit because of how she'd arranged her classes. She could get off early on fridays and make the drive from school in a couple of hours. Looked like she'd be doing it every once in a while for the upcoming semester.

Whoop. De. Fucking. Whoop.

I mean, I'm happy to see her, of course. But if anything, my frustration is only going to continue to grow. She's so fucking hot. Damnit.

She finally turns towards me and to my great pleasure gives me a warm smile.

I love her.

What? No, I don't. The fuck was that?

She's fucking gorgeous and perfect.

No, she's not. Her tits could be bigger.

All the better to cup them.

Her mouth is too plump, looks like she's always pouting.

Imagine those lips around my dick.

She's too skinny, I'd break her in half.

I could use her as a fuck toy and my dick would be huge for her. She'd get addicted to my dick. I'd make her cum over and over and... what the FUUUUUUCK!

I've been looking at her for too long. She noticed. Her eyes narrowed. What's she thinking?

Play it off, jackass.

I raised the bottle of beer towards her.

"Hey, look what the cat dragged in!" My voice did not shake. Honest.

She's still smiling, at least. Her eyes are beautiful.

She turns away as her dad comes to give her a hug. My best friend lifts his daughter up in a bear hug, much like I did that day at the office. I should feel shame. I should be embarrassed, but I'm not.

I'm sorry, dude, but one way or another, I'm going to fuck your daughter.

---

That day at the pool was torture, particularly because aside from that initial exchange, I didn't really get a chance to talk to Amanda. I wanted to ask her how she was doing, how she liked college, being away from her parents.

Except I didn't really want to ask her that, because I knew what she was doing. She was partying, drinking and getting high. Probably fucking like a rabbit as well.

Still hadn't seen her be "available" on the app once, though.

Even though she was two states and hundreds of miles away, having her on my profile meant that I could see her aproximate location. It was kind of scary, really, to think of.

What if a psycho tracked her down? She was so beautiful, I'm sure plenty of guys had already tried to get into her pants. She never posted anything about guys, though. Never showed that she was seeing anyone in any of her social feeds (I was following her on about 5 now, under different pseudonyms).