The Seduction of Keith

It was those damn shorts again. Well, not the exact same pair but obviously from the same rack. Black this time instead of white but just as tight and every bit as short, maybe even a little bit more so. When Kelly would bend over to grab the ball her butt cheeks would briefly poke out - not for long but an eternity for the men like me begging for another ball to go out of bounds. And then when she would trot along the sideline to keep up with the action. No way could she have a bra on, not the way her breasts bounced and jiggled. I must have sort of zoned out imagining my hands on each side, forcing them slowly down and off of her, when suddenly it was like a train hit me in the head!

Turns out the train was an errant basketball and fortunately it hit me on the side of the head and not directly on my nose. Still, it was enough to sting and I shook my head to clear the ringing... or at least tried.

"Are you OK?" I heard an angelic voice ask. I opened my eyes and right in from of me was none other than Kelly, my fantasy girl extraordinaire.

"Sorry, I guess I should've been watching closer," I started to apologize as she tossed the ball back and the action resumed. Rather than turning back to the game though, Kelly stuck with me apparently to check to be sure I was OK.

"Maybe if you had been watching the GAME as close as you were watching my bottom you would've seen it coming," she accused me teasingly.

"Uh... Uh...," I floundered, embarrassed now at being caught. Oh crap, it was fun so long as she didn't see me but now I felt like some perverted stalker.

"Oh it's OK... I really don't mind," she went on with a giggle almost like Molly would have done. "Sort of a compliment if you ask me."

"Really, I wasn't staring at your...," I caught myself before I called it her ass, "At your bottom."

Kelly's eyebrows raised and she smiled seductively - at least if you ask me it was seductive. "Don't worry, I won't tell your wife if that's what's bothering you. Like I said... to me it's a compliment when you look at me that way."

From the tone she was apparently trying to let me know that this wasn't the first time she'd caught me staring at her assets. I couldn't help but blush, feeling every bit the shame of a sixteen year-old caught by his mother jerking off in the bathroom.

"If you'd ever like to see more of it, just ask, OK?" she said almost like an afterthought as she smiled and then turned back to the game.

My eyes widened. Did she really say that or was my dick driving my imagination yet again? Even if she had, what exactly did she mean by it? Well I can't say for sure what HER thoughts actually were I know what I fantasized she meant later that evening as I masturbated.

For some reason, and maybe again it was just wishful thinking or male hormones in overdrive, Kelly started flirting more openly with me, I mean more so than she did with the rest of her "fans". Nothing major, just a wink as she walked by, a little tongue running over her lips as she caught my eye. While Molly never mentioned anything, I was getting more status reports on her progress from Kelly - just quick comments about schoolwork, her outfits, nothing really major but enough to warrant a few sentences and then. Each time as she would finish she would give me that damn smile again, like she knew I hadn't been listening to a word she been saying. Funny thing... if that was true then she was right.

One time I was standing off to the side trying not to look too obvious as I watched Kelly working with the kids. During a break she made it appoint to stop by, something I was starting to look forward to more and more.

"Molly's shorts are getting a little tight on her, don't you think?" Kelly commented as if she was mentioning the weather, "But I don't suppose you've noticed, have you dad?"

She grinned as I turned various shades of red. Like where had THAT come from? True, now that she mentioned it I could see that maybe it was nearing time to retire Molly's wardrobe as she'd be on a bit of a growth spurt lately - and more than her legs were involved if I was being honest. Still, I left that department to Megan as now way was I going to say anything about my daughter making her way through puberty.

"Just curious," Kelly continued when I didn't respond, "Would you say you're more a boob or an ass man?"

I almost choked on that one! Maybe that might be something a drinking buddy might ask after a few beers but a married woman - and not my wife, bringing up such a topic wasn't exactly something I was prepared for, especially in the middle of a church gymnasium!

"If you don't want to answer that's OK," she said off-handedly, "But I'd guessing you're into girl's butts, am I right? Either that or you don't like my boobs."

Why not just ask me when I'd stop beating my wife? No right answer - only minefields no matter what I said. Yet I couldn't say nothing... could I?

"Your boobs... I mean your breasts, are incredible too Kelly," someone said and then I realized that someone was ME! Oh god, had I really told her that she had great boobs, like really straight to her face?

"Why thanks, I'm glad you like them!" she answered happily, grinning at me as she moved off before I could say anything even more ridiculous for a man my age and marital status.

Once the barn door had opened it was like the horses kept trotting out. I wondered if it was just a game for her, just something to tease some poor married father who'd been caught red-handed with his hand in the cookie jar. Well, maybe I was WISHING my hand was in it but I'd certainly been caught staring at it and now it was like I was paying the price. It got to where she'd pass by me two or three times a night, dropping a teasing comment about her ass or tits although she never called them THAT, just her "bottom" or "boobs". I was masturbating almost every day now imagining her next "fly-by". My porn collection was almost forgotten as visions of a nude Kelly filled my thoughts when I was jerking off.

She seemed to be having fun at my expense, there was no doubt about that. At one point I almost felt a little anger. I wasn't just some teenage boy available to be taunted by the school cock-teasing slut. I had at least a little self-respect, didn't I? Maybe not as much as I gave myself credit for though as I certainly never allowed my frustrations to come forth and discourage Kelly's little game.

"Can you help me get something for the snacks tonight?" Kelly asked me one night. Yeah, like I was going to refuse? I followed her down to the end of the hallway to a storeroom I'd never noticed before. Looking around it seemed more like a janitor's closet than a food storage room.

"What did you need help with?" I asked, being serious actually as I looked and saw nothing but boxes of toilet paper, napkins and paper towels.

"Do I make you horny?" I heard behind me, not really realizing I'd even turned my back to her as I scanned the shelves.

"Huh?" was my instinctive response. OK, so not eloquent but she caught me by surprise yet again. Kelly seemed to have quite a knack for doing so it seemed.

I turned and saw Kelly leaning back against the door which she had somehow shut without a sound. She was standing on one leg, the other bent with her foot against the door as were her hands to her side. Then I noticed her shorts and it wasn't just to admire how they form fit her bubble ass. The top button was undone with the zipper down maybe half- way. Even better, nothing was visible but bare skin through the opening.

"I just asked if I made you horny," she repeated softly, "Do you masturbate about me when you go home after church?"

"What are you doing Kelly?" I responded automatically, as I'd been "trained" to do after over thirty years of being raised in conservative WASP neighborhoods. It was OK to LOOK, well, so long as you didn't get caught being overly aggressive in doing so, but not to TOUCH. Window shopping is OK but don't buy the goods.

"I know you do and it turns me on," she said in the most seductive voice I'd ever heard. It was like the siren call of old, luring me into a trap from which I could never escape if I followed.

"Kelly, I don't think we should be doing this," I tried to protest weakly, "I'm married... you're married..."

"Is that all you're worried about?" she grinned, "It doesn't bother me that you're married."

No mention of HER being married but somehow I was getting the idea that it didn't matter for her.

As I stood there like a statue, my eyes alternating between her open shorts, wishing she'd undo the zipper a little more, and those perfect boobs which now threatened to spill out with only a single button holding her blouse together. How or when the others had come undone I didn't have a clue!

"Well, if you ever change your mind you know what to do," she said suddenly, the seductive tone flipping to dead pan flat instantly as she buttoned her blouse and did he shorts back again. She opened the door and then it was back - that sultry smile and tongue sticking out just barely between her lips as she wet them.

And that was it. She was gone and I was left standing in the middle of the tiny room with an all-to-noticeable erection threatening to burst through my jeans! No way could I return in this condition so I paced in circles as I tried to erase the image of Kelly all but asking me to fuck her. I mean, that IS what she meant, didn't she?

What an idiot! All this time I'd dreamed of just this very thing happening and then when it did I'd frozen like a teenage boy getting his first glimpse of a girl's bra - at least first time when a girl was wearing it. What if I had responded to her teasing properly, called her bluff? WAS she just bluffing or did she somehow know I would never have been able to respond given such a surprise with no notice?

Damn I was so fucking HARD! No way this was going down and it wasn't like I didn't have enough napkins available so I shut the door and dropped my jeans and underwear, leaning back against the door to make sure it stayed shut in case the lock failed. It was literally less than thirty seconds and I was shooting buckets into the napkins in my hand, soaking them with my cum as I imagined Kelly dropping those damn short shorts to the floor and turning to allow me to fuck her from behind.

Even so it took another few minutes before my swollen member dropped down to manageable size, the whole time I was almost shivering with fear that someone might try to come in and then wonder what I'd been doing inside with the door locked - all alone at that. Finally I made my way back and joined in the crowd, just in time as it was as everyone was leaving for home. Megan spotted me and joined me.

"Where have you been?" she asked, "We got out a little early but I didn't see you with the other fathers."

I mumbled something about taking care of business to which she took the hint and just rolled her eyes, saying something about TMI. It was an old fallback that never failed to end a conversation I didn't want to continue and thankfully it worked as well as ever.

Just then Kelly went by, totally ignoring me which was actually not a bad thing with Megan right next to me. Still, only a few minutes ago she'd all but stripped for me and begged me to fuck her and now it was like she didn't know me. OK, so a little exaggeration but that was my story and I was sticking to it.

"Oh for goodness sakes," Megan huffed, "Can you believe it?"

I pretended to have no idea what she was talking about but Megan wasn't buying it. "Don't give me that. Look, every man here is looking at her like moths to a flame," she griped, "I'd never let Molly wear anything like that even at home, let alone to church. It's disgusting."

"Well, you know dear, Molly's starting to outgrow a few outfits of her own these days," I tried to take advantage of an opening to change the subject. Out of the pan... into the fire...

"Since when would YOU notice?" Megan cut me off accusingly, "Dang it Keith, what's getting into you lately?"

I paused outside by the car as the kids jumped in and were out of earshot. "What the heck do you mean by THAT?"

Megan frowned and looked at me accusingly. "I'm not stupid Keith and I'm certainly not blind. You think I don't know what you do in the bathroom every night?"

"Oh give me a break!" I came back defensively. I quickly got in the car with the kids, effectively ending this line of conversation but something told me it wasn't to be the last of it.

Despite her words, I was so horny that I couldn't stop myself. When I thought she was asleep I slipped out of bed and locked myself in the bathroom. I was already hard as a pipe and quickly came as I dreamed of Kelly's ass being revealed as she slowly dropped those shorts in front of me. As I came I imagined my cock buried in her tight pussy, so much tighter than Megan's even though she had the same number of kids.

Slipping back silently in bed, I pretended not to notice when Megan shock my shoulder gently and then harder.

"Feel better?" she whispered sarcastically, "For your sake I hope so 'cause don't think you're getting the real thing again for a while."

I just stayed silent, figuring anything I had to say would only make things worse. If anything I was angry. So I wasn't going to get any, eh? Yeah, not like I was getting any as it was so what's the difference. I found myself thinking that I'd bet Kelly's husband never went two nights in a row without getting some of hers.

True to her word Megan shut me off. There had to be more to it than just a comment about our daughter's attire but what I couldn't be sure. Had she found my porn stash again? No, I was pretty sure that if she had the blowup would have been even bigger than the last time, especially since now it was highlighted by my photo album of Kelly. Did she have any idea of my lust for Kelly? Was that part of why she was so critical of her? Whatever it was it was just me and the one arm bandit for the next couple of weeks. It didn't help that for whatever reason not even Kelly was giving me the time of day. Was she mad at me for turning her down? Something told me not many guys ever turned down an open invitation from her.

All I knew was I was SO damn horny and none of the women in my life were doing anything to help. To my horror I was even starting to look at my daughter a little closer. She wasn't a Kelly, that was for sure but she WAS developing curves where they'd been missing before and I couldn't help but think that if she wasn't my daughter...

Chapter 5 - Crossing the Line

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It was like being back at square one with Kelly. After turning her down she'd stopped flirting with me, at least stopped any of the more personal attempts and now it was just the usual general teasing she did for all the husbands in her fan club. God, it was like every night now I relived that moment in the closet, dreaming of how things might have been if I hadn't been so stupid. If only I could turn back the clock and be given another chance. I certainly wouldn't blow it this time, that was for sure!

Then one Sunday morning after the service Kelly became separated from her dad, something that almost never seemed to happen but he was caught up talking to someone about who knows what, leaving her standing alone just outside the door waiting patiently for him. She looked like an angel, her figure outlined perfectly in a white dress that hugged every curve and line of her body like it was spray-painted on. It was just plain white with no frills but in its simplicity it looked incredibly erotic. Either she wasn't wearing a damn thing under it or underwear technology had advanced into the 22nd century as there wasn't so much as a ripple anywhere that might indicate a bra or panties hiding underneath. She was just standing there, hands crossed as she held a small white purse that matched her dress and heels. I noticed a beautiful gold chain around her ankle and wondered who had given it to her... and why.

Megan had told me to go to the car and wait as she would be a few minutes late so with some time to kill and being horny as usual I figured what the heck, why not? Most likely had I hesitated my nerve would have failed and nothing would ever have happened but this time I wasn't going to fail, not again.

"Need some help with anything?" I asked her with a gentle smile.

Kelly looked at me as if she had x-ray vision, peering into the very depths of my soul as if she could see my every intention.

"I guess that depends on what you want to help me with?" she came back non-committal.

"I think you know," I tried to tease back but she wasn't having any of it. It was like she had given me a chance once and now that I'd blown it I was going to have to beg for another chance. Well, if begging would work I was game.

"Look, I know I messed up and I wanted to make it up to you."

Her eyes brightened just a little. "And just how do you intend to do THAT?"

I really hadn't thought this through, that was becoming apparent. I'd just assumed that since she had all but thrown herself at me once that all I would need to do was let her know I was ready and willing and she'd take me up on my offer without question. Guess that's what you get when you assume something.

"Dinner maybe?"

What the hell made me say THAT? I'd panicked and it just came out. How was I going to get away with taking her to dinner? In any case, why would she want me to take he n the first place? This was worse than the first time I tried asking a girl to dance!

To my surprise for the first time she really brightened up and smile. "Oh wow, that sound like fun! When do you want to take me?"

"First of all, it's Keith," I corrected her, actually more stalling for time as I had no idea whatsoever where, when, or how I was going to pull this off. I'd created quite a mess for myself and boy did I ever step in the middle of it.

"OK then Keith," she giggled, "I accept. Text me."

I was about to say something about how I had no idea what her number was when her dad came through the door.

"Hi daddy," she greeted him, snuggling up against him more like her husband than a father. Lucky him I thought at first and then I corrected myself. Actually he had to be the most unlucky guy in church with her being so intimate with him yet at the same time being his daughter.

They walked away arm in arm as I was left wondering what the hell I'd gone and gotten myself mixed up with. Then Megan and the kids joined me and we left to have lunch at the local Eat 'N Park. It was hard to keep my mind on what everyone was saying as it seemed all I could think about was taking Kelly out to dinner. But dinner? In all my masturbation fantasizes going out to dinner hadn't played a part.

That night I was surprised when I felt Megan's hand reaching into my pajama bottoms. Without a word we made love, something we hadn't done in weeks now. Yet as I thrust into my wife all I could think about was what it would be like to have Kelly under me, to have Kelly moaning with lust for me to fuck her harder. After I'd finished I rolled onto my back and Megan snuggled up next to me with her arm across my chest.

"I missed that," she whispered.

"I love you," I answered, feeling like a total heel as I did as in my mind it was Kelly's perfect breasts pressed against me, it was her slim tanned leg draped over mine, her bare pussy (I assumed) pressed into my hip bone that I was thinking about as I said those empty words.

I'll never forget that moment. It was at that exact moment in time that I crossed the line. It was no longer just a jerk-off fantasy. It wasn't just fooling around acting like a teenager in heat stalking a pretty girl. I knew what I wanted then more than anything else in the world...