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My best friend's daughter (Tartheno & Adventuregirl)

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It was finally Friday, and Timothy Avers could barely suppress cheering as he walked down the steps of his workplace and headed for his car. Another long, frustrating week of dealing with people's silly problems and questions, most of which any reasonably intelligent person could figure out on their own in about five minutes.

But it was over, for now, and he couldn't wait to get home and cleaned up. Fridays were gaming night over at the Duncan household, where the group that had known each other since highschool would gather for the weekly DnD game. At times Timothy mused on just how silly it sounded, a bunch of men in their late thirties still getting together every week (or almost every week, what with their real lives intruding as real lives were wont to do) to play a game. That they could usually stay up all night and into the early morning stood testament to their bond and love of playing.

Timothy would take a change of clothes with him, as usual since he often ended up crashing on the couch. He was one of the only people in the group who hadn't settled down yet. He dated, sure, but still hadn't found "the ONE", and at this point he wasn't expecting to.

Thoughts of gaming and staying the night inevitably slid to thoughts of Jonathan Duncan's daughter, Olivia. Timothy always felt guilty for thinking about her, because when he did his thoughts always went in directions that were, to say the least, improper, especially since she was the daughter of his best friend. That she was also, what, sixteen now? That just made it worse. But he his mind kept returning to her, to her slender body...

With a shake of his head Timothy tried to stop his mind from following that path. This was the girl that had sat in his lap when she was younger while the group played, who he had helped with her homework when her father was too busy at his own job. Thinking of her like that... it was disgusting...

...wasn't it?
 
The weekend was finally here and Olivia had planned to go out with her friends tonight to a party that was supposed to be epic. However, the epic party thrower got into trouble earlier this week and was shipped off to his grandparents’ house before his parents even left for vacation. Olivia and half of the student body could have killed him.

Besides, it was the night she had planned to finally get up the nerve to talk to Bryan Jacobs. He was only the hottest guy to ever walk the planet. Alright, that wasn’t true. He might be the hottest high school guy to ever walk the planet, but there was one man in her life that could make all other guys look like they were nothing more than fumbling idiots in jeans. That man was Timothy Avers, her father’s best friend.

So, even though the party was cancelled, she still got the chance to spend some time with Timothy tonight. Olivia’s earliest thoughts in life included Timothy and she had very few memories that didn’t include him. Of course, lately her thoughts haven’t been about sitting on Timothy’s lap while they play some silly game. The images that fill her head lately are sitting on his lap while his hand is in her shorts where no one else can see. That’s one of many images that she fantasizes about.

Olivia has tried to flirt with Timothy. Well, as much as a 16 year old girl can be skilled at flirting. At first he had just sort of laughed her off, but lately he had engaged in the banter a little more. Olivia was pretty sure he would never act on it, and maybe that’s what added to the fun. The girl enjoyed teasing and flirting with him because, despite the fact that he was her father’s best friend, he would never outright reject her.
 
"...better back the FUCK up better shut the FUCK up..."

The drive home, through rush-hour traffic, was made somewhat more bearable with Darkseed and Five Finger Death Punch blasting from the speakers. Timothy shook and banged his head to the beats, probably looking like a total fool to the people in the cars around his, which was a beat-up Hyundai with a smashed tail-light that he had never bothered to get fixed.

"...LIFT ME UP above this, the flames and, the ashes..."

Timothy wove around a semi and sped down the expressway's off-ramp, then began the long series of turns and narrow roads that lead to his house, an older but roomy studio apartment above a bookstore in the older part of town. Along the way he passed by the local High School where Olivia went and he again found his thoughts turning to her. She'd probably be home by now, or at least on her way... he shook his head again. Enough of that, he thought. Jeez, dude, you're like a teen, ready to get a hard-on in a good stiff breeze. Too young. Just keep repeating that to yourself: TOO YOUNG.

"... WE are, the Tyrants within, THIS is, my Burden to carry..."

He arrived and had his car door open almost before it came to a stop. Timothy took the steps up to his place two at a time, wheezing at the top, as much from the exertion as from his semi-sedentary lifestyle. When the door was finally unlocked and open he was greeted with a chorus of meows from his two cats, Crazy and Mellow, the former a lanky black animal with large green eyes that always made him look shocked, the latter a fat yellow one with long hair and an attitude so laid-back that Timothy had to check from time to time to make sure the feline was still breathing. Both were sitting on the kitchen counter, their empty foodbowls on the floor beneath them.

"Sorry guys, had to rush out this morning."

Unforgiving stares were their only response. He spent a few moments deciding whether he should take the time to feed them or wait until he got home, with feeding them winning out. The looks they were giving him were rather pointed and suggested that, should he wait, there would be unpleasant consequences. Such as vomit on the bed. Or a decapitated mouse on the stove. Cat-type things.

Once the two were happily crunching away, Timothy shed his clothes and jumped in the shower, getting cleaned up for the night of gaming.
 
Olivia watched her father getting ready for the party. It was always quite the event for him. There were times over the past couple of years that it was clear her father loved his friends more than he loved his family. Gaming was an escape for the man. And even though it was kind of crappy on Olivia, it really sucked for her mom. When her father wasn’t gaming, he was golfing. And when he wasn’t golfing, he was working. It had seemed like forever since the girl had seen them kiss, hug or say more than two words to each other.

It took only a few seconds to push the earbuds into her ears and she called up a playlist. “Step away from the ledge,” she sang softly as she headed outside. “I’m coming down. I could never be, what you want me to.” Her singing faded into random words and a bobbing head. Olivia wasn’t an angry or upset teen; she was just trying to find her place in all the crazy stuff going on around her.

Watching her reflection in the glass of the patio door. She hoped that Timothy would like her outfit. A black tank top with a built-in shelf bra was nestled snuggly beneath a light peach sweater that buttoned down the front. Her lower half was covered by a black skirt that was flat against her hips, but flared out a bit into pleats until it stopped just short of her knees. A pair of peach colored flip flops kept the bottom of her feet from scuffing against the concrete.
 
The hot water felt wonderful, and for several minutes Timothy just stood underneath it and let it fall over him. He could feel the aches of the day beginning to loosen, the tightness in his back from being seated for nearly 9 hours straight slowly relaxing. Physically, it was possibly the easiest job in the world, save for not being able to get up and stretch his legs most of the day, but mentally it was draining.

His thoughts turned to the game as he lathered up, as he began going through his mental prep for getting into character and trying to recall everything that had happened last Friday. As he did, he once again found himself thinking of Olivia, and it was several moments before he realized he had been stroking himself at the thought of her. Sick, man, sick, he told himself, though it did nothing to dispel the image of her, of her slowly, teasingly, undressing before him... of her kneeling, reaching up to unzip his jeans...

It wasn't long before Timothy blew his load, sending it splattering against the shower wall. He let out a long sigh and realized that he had been holding his breath. "What the fuck, Tim? You've gotta stop this shit. John would kill you for even thinking about his little girl like that," he said. He knew that, should anyone ever find out about his innermost longing for the girl he would lose all of his friends, be branded a pervert. And he could imagine the look on Olivia's face, an expression of horror and disgust. What kind of man wants to fuck a teenager? What, you can't attract a woman your own age?

Time for some cold water, though Timothy suspected it was a bit too late.

A few minutes later he was done, both with cleaning himself and the shower. He dressed in his normal gaming attire, jeans and t-shirt, his shirt black and bearing the Diablo 3 logo on it. He put a small stack of books in an old backpack, along with all the other necessary paraphernalia, dice and pencils, character sheets and cards. A couple of bottles of water and some snacks; even though they always ordered out for pizza and someone usually brought drinks, both alcoholic and not, it never hurt to have something right there at hand.

Lastly he pulled on a worn pair of grey Skechers and grabbed his keys, exiting his apartment, tossing his backpack in the back of his car, and getting in to head over to the Duncans' place.
 
Olivia poked her head up from the chair she was sitting in on the patio each time she heard the doorbell ring. And each time, it wasn’t Timothy. She was starting to wonder where he was. There had been a few times over the years that he had skipped out on game night. And then there were a couple of times when he had even brought a girl with him. Olivia had been positively fuming during those nights. She had done everything possible to get the skank away from him. Even at a young age, the girl had known that Tim was hers.

When she glanced over at the pool, a flood of memories worked through her head and they all starred Tim in swimming trunks. A soft giggle floated through the air when she remembered playing pool games with him and getting tossed in a number times. Olivia realized in that moment that maybe she was a little more than just infatuated with him. But there was only one way to find out.

Keeping the earbuds in place as she entered the house, she waved politely at the rest of her parents’ friends and then headed through the house. Stepping out on the front porch where she took up a perch on the side of the steps.

Olivia heard the car long before she saw it. The thing was a piece of crap and she seriously thought he kept it for sentimental reasons alone. Hell, he probably lost his virginity in the damn thing.

Leaping off the step when he exited the car. Before he could even grab his stuff, she was hurling her young body at him. “Hey! You’re late,” she said with a smirk and kissed his cheek. This was the same way she had been greeting him for the past two years. Of course, this time she slid her nearly matured breasts over his chest. “You were probably chatting up some chick and breaking my heart,” Olivia said with a wink and hoped desperately that it wasn’t true.
 
"Oof", Timothy grunted as Olivia slammed in to him. "Heya chica," he said after she kissed him, while he was trying to keep his mind off of her breasts and how they were rubbing against him. Jesus, he thought, does she realize what she's doing with those things?

He reached into his car and grabbed the back pack. "Me? Oh, sure, had a couple of different women at the place, one on the phone, you know how it is. Chicks totally dig goofy thirty-somethings who still play Dungeons and Dragons ever weekend. Makes 'em all hot and bothered," he said sarcastically as he shut the car door, his back turned to her. When he turned back around he tousled her hair, same as he'd done for years, and only now did it strike him that it was something one did to children, not teens.

"What about you? Got any boyfriends lined up? Need me to break anyone's legs for breaking your heart? I know a place out in the country, has some very deep sink-holes..."

He trailed off as Olivia's father stuck his head out through a window. "You're late, man. You get to buy the chow."
 
Did he really just ruffle her hair? She looked down at herself and sighed. Maybe she did still look like she was 10 or 11. Maybe that’s why none of the guys at school were very interested in her either. Olivia might have to wait until she’s 30 for anyone to even think she’s a woman.

Instead of dwelling on it too much, the girl followed him toward the house. “I’ve got a few lined up. You know, one for every night of the week. They’re at the gym right now deciding who gets what night this week,” she said with a smirk before bumping her hip into his.

There were no other boys, of course. But she couldn’t let him think there wasn’t some healthy competition for her affection. Even if it was a total fabrication, it never hurt to fib a bit to catch a guy’s eye.

Olivia was already planning her moves for the evening. Practicing for the future. That’s what she told herself. She was just working some things out because Timothy wouldn’t let her get by with doing something stupid. He would definitely call her out on it. So testing the flirting waters was going to be fun with him. Too bad he wasn’t in on her plan.

“Later, dude,” she said and her hand slid down his back, but it didn’t stop here. It was fast, but her palm glided down over his ass and hesitated there for just a moment. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief, she snickered and then she took off into the house.
 
Timothy froze in mid-step. Did she just palm my ass? Did that just happen? He didn't know what to think. She couldn't have done that, he told himself. Jeez, she's just... Can't be. Couldn't have happened. Get it out of your head, man. Even if her hand did linger on his ass just a moment too long...

He turned as she disappeared around a corner, just in time to see her skirt lift as she took a step, revealing more of her legs above the knees, a hint of thighs...

Jesus fucking Christ on a stick, you dumb schmuck, stop it. You're going to have to sit down before you embarrass yourself. He took a few deep breaths, then made his way to the game room where Jonathan and six of his other friends were already seated around a long, wide table, books and dice scattered about everywhere. He grinned as they all said their hello's and how've-you-been's, then said "Okay guys, what kind of pussy am I ordering?"

Silence from the group, until Jim Wrought said, in total dead-pan, "Asian."

Timothy gave them a puzzled look, until he realized what he had just said. "Pizza. What kind of pizza? Damn it."

The group erupted in laughter as Timothy sat down and took his iPhone out. "It's been that kind of day, I guess."

Jim looked over at Jonathan. "You seriously let this guy into your house, around your daughter?"

Jonathan snorted. "Tim's harmless. Probably got laid this week or something."

In the end, it was three large meatlover's pizzas, hold the Asian pussy.
 
Olivia had been trying for quite some time now to get her parents back together. They put on a reasonably good show on game night, but anyone could see the tension between them. So, when she shared an idea with her mother, Liv was surprised she took her up on it. They would have just enough time to get ready before the pizza guy would show up.

It had been a long time since she had spent any real quality time with her mother. Olivia had always been a daddy’s girl and just preferred his company over her mother’s most of the time. But tonight was the exception. They spent a fair amount of time getting ready and when Olivia saw the pizza guy pull up, she bolted down the stairs and flung open the door before he even had a chance to ring the bell.

The guy nearly dropped the pizzas on the porch when she did make her appearance. His mouth hung open and it was pretty clear that she could have just taken the pizza and he would have forgotten all about collecting money from her, but she tucked the two $20 bills into his pocket and shut the door in his face. She had given him enough spank bank material for at least a month.

Her mom joined her in the kitchen and they put everything together. They were giggling like they were both teenagers right before they entered the game room. Olivia had to hand it to her mom, she could still rock out a sexy costume. Each girl had her arms full of pizza, soda and beer. But neither looked much like themselves.

Olivia’s parents had gone to a costume party several years ago dressed like Selene and Michael from Underworld. That’s what her mother was wearing as she walked into the room. The costume consisted of a black leather bustier and black leather pants with high heels black boots. Her mother kept herself in very good shape. That was obvious when in every man’s eyes turned to her as she walked into the room.

Olivia made her entrance just as shockingly dressed in an outfit that would rival the infamous gold bikini that Princess Leia wore in Return of the Jedi. However, there was a thin veil that was strung across her chest so you could see the bikini top, but she wasn’t completely exposed.

The young girl’s eyes went straight to Tim. She chewed on the inside of her cheek a little as she tried to judge his reaction. The other guys barely gave her a second look when she was standing next to her mother. But then, Olivia only wanted one man’s attention.
 
The game began like always, with a lot of kibitzing and jokes; their group had a hard time focusing until everyone had caught up with everyone else. Stories of the past week, the goings-on of everyday life, what the children were up to- normal stuff, the same as most people. Of course, most people didn't also talk about the upcoming Midreign event for the LARP they participated in, and the armor that some were making in their garages or the foam weapons they had assembled.

Timothy had just that week purchased a suit of scale armor from an online site, made for LARPing, and he was waiting for it to come in; he hadn't told anyone about it, and couldn't wait for the looks on their faces when he walked out of his tent wearing it.

The game finally got going, with Jonathan running a new module he had been prepping for. Dice tumbled across the table, books were referenced, and there was the near-obligatory argument over some application of the rules. It had gone on for about fifteen minutes before Olivia and her mother entered with the pizzas. At first no-one seemed to really notice, but slowly the whole room grew silent.

"Holy shit," said one of the others at the table, a statement that seemed to sum up everyone's thoughts.

Everyone was staring at Olivia's mother in her tight black leather, ogling her almost perfect body and generous curves. Well, almost everyone.

Well, you can forget about standing up for a couple of hours, Timothy thought, as his eyes went to Olivia and remained there. They moved up and down her body, following the curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts. They drank in every last bit...

"What the hell, Olivia!" Jonathan shouted, finally noticing his daughter. "Go put on some damn clothes; no one wants to see you prancing around half-naked. Jesus, show some sense for once."

Not entirely true, Timothy thought, his eyes still glued to Olivia's young body. Damn, what I would do with her... His eyes at last met hers, and he saw... what? Shame, desire, amusement? He couldn't tell.

Jonathan looked his wife over again, desire plain upon his face. "Guys, we might have to make this an early night..."
 
Olivia’s mother was suddenly in her element. The woman strutted around the room and placed the pizzas on the far table along with the assorted drinks. The only set of eyes she cared about was Jonathan’s. They had spent so much time arguing about finances and her going back to work and how to fold a damn towel properly, that they had both forgotten how sexually attuned to each other they once were. That wouldn’t happen tonight. Oh no, Mrs. Duncan had every intention of reacquainting Mr. Duncan with some of her finer oral skills.

Olivia was delighted to see Tim’s eyes focused on her. She could feel the heat inside her body skyrocket and she bit softly on her bottom lip to keep from smiling. Christ, the look in his eyes made her feel like a single donut at a police convention. She barely heard her father say something stupid. It was her mother who got her attention, but she felt like her feet were cemented to this very spot on the floor.

The older woman moved over to her and collected her pizza and drinks. It gave her mother another opportunity to bend over in front of her father. She was playing a game and Olivia saw it all. And she was learning. Olivia’s mother finally stood next to her husband. “And what could I possibly bring you Mi’Lord that would quench both your appetite and your thirst?” the woman said with a grin.

Olivia followed her lead and moved straight to Timothy. “And you, kind sir, what may I bring you to appease your thirst and hunger?” Olivia said with a bit of a giggle. She wasn’t quite as practiced as her mother at playing these types of characters. But after seeing the look in his eye, the young girl would play anything he asked her.
 
The room erupted in whistles and cat-calls as Olivia's mother moved around, the rest of the guys not even bothering to conceal their thoughts; out of all the other wives in the group, Jonathan's had always been the hottest, and many years ago in High School she had been the prime catch of the school. Countless guys had probably spent their nights jerking off to thoughts of her, especially in her cheerleading outfit, and Timothy numbered among them.

Things had changed though, and he found himself having trouble thinking with Olivia moving towards him. He was rock hard under the table, afraid that he might lose it with every step she took. Well, you're definitely going to hell now, bud. Getting a hard-on at the sight of your best friend's teenage daughter... even if she is wearing so little that you can fill in the blanks...

When she was at his side, asking what he wanted, his mind raced over a hundred things, all sexual; her kneeling before him, almost worshiping his cock; her on her knees, him behind her, hand grabbing her hair; her spreadeagled on a bed, his face buried between her legs, her back arching as she came and came and came; and more, so many more...

That wasn't what she had meant, of course, but that was what he wanted.

"Uhm, just, uh, some pizza, I guess..." he finally said and winced mentally. What a moronic answer. Way to go sir, astound her with your witty banter.

Jonathan spoke up again, "Olivia, god-damn-it, I said go put some clothes on, right now. Quit bothering the guys." To the group, he said "Yeah, this won't be a long night, guys. At least, not long for you all anyway." The last part was said with a smirk and a hungry look at his wife.
 
Olivia’s mother was made for this type of thing. She moved from man to man and delivered pizza, beer and soda. The woman had a gracefulness that must have skipped a generation when Olivia was born because she was finding it hard to walk suddenly. Of course, that could also be explained by the fact that her hands were sweating, her heart was racing and she was pretty sure that these bikini bottoms were going to need washing after wearing them for only ten minutes.

No one had ever looked at her like that before. Okay, that may not be true. A couple of the guys at school had looked kind of similar, but it wasn’t the same. Tim was a man, an experienced man.

After piling three pieces of pizza on a foam plate, grabbing a bottle of water and a napkin, she returned to Tim. Olivia donned what she hoped was a sexy smile and winked at him. “I know you said just pizza, but I grabbed you a drink too. Hope that’s okay,” she said.

Her father attempted to shoo her from the room again and she turned to respond. The quick movement caused the napkin to flutter to the floor. Olivia crouched down to retrieve it, but on her way up she glanced at his lap and noticed the bulge in his jeans. She remained in the half-kneeling position and looked up at him. Her mouth was slightly agape. The girl’s eyes moved in slow motion back down to his groin and then up to meet his stare once more.

Mouthing two words that were easy to lip read. Holy. Fuck. Then a satisfied smile spread across her face, her eyes sparkled a brilliant blue and she nodded. Standing up and laying the napkin on the table. “Let me know if you need some help with that,” she said with a smirk.
 
Tim accepted the pizza and soda from Olivia and tried with all his resolve not to stare at her as she stood so close to him, close enough to reach out and touch, close enough to caress... "Uh, thanks, yeah, uhm, would've needed something to drink," he said and felt like slitting his wrists right there. Could he possibly be any lamer than that? What was next, him grunting "hur hur, you're pretty"? The way this was going, it couldn't be long before he made a total ass of himself. And then her father would kill him.

The others would probably help.

And then she was bending down, right in front of him, to grab something, and his eyes went straight to her breasts and stayed there. The light covering did very little to hide them, and as she leaned over the bikini top pulled away ever so slightly...

Oh shit, she's looking at my crotch, Timothy thought. She's looking directly at my boner. Ohshitohshitohshitohshit-

"Let me know if you need some help with that," she said, and Timothy choked. Did she really say that? I'm not hallucinating right now, right? She did just look at my raging hard-on and offer to "help" with it, right? Right?

He was about to say something when Jonathan spoke again. "Last time damn-it. Tim doesn't need you to serve him, no one here does, go and change your fucking clothes right now or it's going to be grounding-time young lady." He looked at Tim, said "Sorry man, I don't know what's gotten in to her."
 
Something coursed through Olivia’s body that she had never felt before – sensuality. The way he was looking at her right now made her smile. She finally had some valid proof that he was at least physically attracted to her. So more than half the battle was won. All she needed to do now was convince him to act on it.

The split second that it took for her to face her father, she had went from sexy siren right back to a 16 year old girl. “Daddy! Come on. Mom and I were just playing around. You don’t see her saying anything. She helped me pick this out for Christ’s sake,” Olivia said with a slight whine.

“Mouth, young lady!” her father snarled at her even as his hand reached out to caress the leather-clad thigh of her mother. “I don’t want my daughter prancing around like some two-bit floozy at Comic-Con! Now go upstairs and put some clothes on or I will take you up there myself.”

Olivia knew when she could push her father and when she had hit the brick wall with him. This wasn’t a brick wall, it was the Great Wall of China. “Fine,” was her response before she left the room in a bit of a huff.

Instead of going upstairs, she plopped down on the couch in the family room. Staring up at the ceiling and closing her eyes so she could see Tim’s face. A smile spread across her own. He looked surprised, bewildered, but there had been something in his eyes. Heat. And she would do anything to see it again. Anything.
 
Timothy breathed a sigh of relief when Olivia left the room. It had all been too much, and he was surprised that no one else had picked up on the way he had looked at her. Jonathan and the rest would have beaten him into a coma if they had gotten even a hint that he had an erection for Olivia, and that he had just that afternoon fantasized about her.

He'd have to play it cool from now on and try not to get so... so... excited. Of course, if she wore that outfit again all bets were off.

Once Olivia's mother left the room the group BSed for a bit longer, then finally got down to gaming. It was obvious, however, that Jonathan's heart wasn't really in it, his thoughts clearly on his wife and her sexy outfit, and on the things she had planned for the two of them that night. Tim really wasn't in to it either, but he feigned exhaustion after a long week of work; after all, he had been late because of it, right?

They managed to get about three hours of solid play in before Jonathan stood and said "Okay guys, clear out unless you're crashing in the guest rooms. See everyone else in a week."

The Duncans had, with Jonathan's success, added quite a bit to their home, including what could almost be called a guest apartment, two bedrooms and a small living room, for anyone wanting to stay over.

Well, I really am tired, Timothy thought. Might as well stay... just as long as I manage to get some sleep. I have GOT to find a way to keep my mind off of that girl. And as it turned out, he was the only one crashing there for the night. "If you hear anything strange, don't get too alarmed," Jonathan told him with a smirk. "Don't be a sicko and try to listen in either."
 
Olivia had sulked for the rest of the night. She had joined her mother upstairs for a little while after changing into her pajamas. When she descended the stairs for something to drink, she was clad in a pale blue cami top and a pair of sleep pants that had Marvel comic characters all over them. The pants hung low on her hips, low enough that her hips bones would show a little.

She met her father at the foot of the stairs. Well, actually, her father had almost knocked her over on the way up to pounce her mother. He barely stopped to give her a kiss on the forehead. “No more costumes like that, princess. I don’t like to think of my little girl growing up just yet,” her father said to her and she melted. The girl couldn’t stay mad at him after a statement like that. He kissed her once more and took the stairs two at a time. Olivia knew that she would be staying in the apartment tonight. The very last thing she wanted to do was to spend the night listening to her parents go at it like animals.

The girl had no idea that Tim was already back there when she grabbed a packet of hot chocolate and the milk. She headed back to the small kitchen that serviced the add-on. The milk was heating in a pot while Olivia turned on the little television on the kitchen counter.

Olivia was bent over the counter, back to the kitchen doorway with her hips swaying from side to side as she watched a rerun of Modern Family. Her laughter soon filling the little kitchen. The more she moved her hips, the higher up the cami slid until her entire lower back and belly were exposed in the gap between her shirt and sleep pants. The dimples at the top of her ass cheeks winked each time she shifted her weight from foot to foot.
 
Timothy fell into the large, plush couch that was in the living-room space of the 'apartment'. His thoughts, no matter what he tried or what he did, kept returning to Olivia and her innuendos, not to mention her grabbing his ass. He didn't know what to make of it; his friend's daughter couldn't actually be interested in him, not like that, could she? Really, she should be chasing guys her age, though with a body and personality like hers, she shouldn't have to chase too much...

He took his iPhone out and plugged the headphones in, then scrolled through his music until he found Amon Amarth. Nothing like a little Viking-Metal to try and forget about that supple young form and its seemingly knowing smile...

With the volume turned up to almost full, all he could here was the crashing roar of "Tattered Banners and Bloody Flags", and so didn't notice the noise from the nearby mini-kitchen...
 
The hot chocolate was gone and the sitcom was over, Olivia still wasn’t sleepy. It bothered her that Tim hadn’t even said goodbye to her. He never left without saying goodbye unless…

Her bright blue eyes snapped open and a smile spread across her face. The only times he didn’t tell her goodbye was when he was spending the night. There was a tickle in her belly as a group of butterflies took flight and she bit her bottom lip. Exiting the kitchen on a route that took her straight into the little area that served as the living room in the apartment.

Timothy was just lying on his back with his eyes closed, listening to his music. He was still dressed in his jeans and t-shirt. Olivia watched him, her eyes drifting up and down his body. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t help herself. A moment later, the young girl was straddling his lap.

She had no idea how he was going to react. He could toss her off his lap and onto the floor. Or, he could grab her and kiss her. Both hands fidgeted at her sides as she waited to see which path he would choose.
 
Timothy jumped at the contact, and when his eyes opened he jumped again upon seeing just who was straddling him. OHFUCKWHATTHEHELLJESUSCHRIST!!! It was Olivia, legs on either side of his hips, staring down into his eyes, hands fidgeting as if unsure of what to do.

Oh, and now Timothy had a rock-hard erection. Again. And there was no way Olivia couldn't feel it with where she was sitting.

He came as close to full-blown panic as he had ever been in his entire life, his mind drawing a blank on what to do in this situation. It was as if his secret desires had been answered, but now that he had what he wanted he couldn't quite decide what to so with it. Or, couldn't decide if he should do anything with it at all.

He pulled his headphones out and began to say something, stopped, opened his mouth again, closed it again. Think, man, THINK. Your friend's daughter is sitting on your cock with a look that says she wants every bit of it.

And before he knew what was happening, he found himself pulling her down on top of him, his lips seeking hers.

Hell-bound. Great.
 
Olivia was ready to be swatted off his lap like the family dog. Though, what she felt underneath her begged to be set free the way it strained against the zipper of his jeans. After a sliding her hips back, she swore the thing swelled even more.

A rush of air left her lips when he started pulling her down towards his chest. The girl wasn’t even aware she had been holding her breath. Everything stopped when their lips met. She didn’t move an inch. A living, panting statue was suddenly on top of him. Her body trembled just slightly with anticipation. And then she moved.

Her hands pressed flat against the couch cushion on either side of his head to keep from lying on top of him completely. The moment her lips moved against his, lightening seized her body and her hips pressed down against his groin as a reflex. There would be no mistaking the heat that would seep through the denim of his jeans and surround his cock with the promise of a place created just for him.

Tim might be the first man she had ever kissed, but she wasn’t completely naïve when it came to some fancy lip work. The tip of her tongue gently grazed his lips as a bit of a request for admission. Her black hair spread around them like a curtain cutting them off from the rest of the world. What happened tonight would never leave this room.
 
Timothy parted his lips, allowing Olivia's tongue in, his own meeting it. He was breathing heavy, excitement taking over; it didn't even feel as if he were in control of his own body, as if he were a spectator trapped behind someone else's eyes and senses. Even through his jeans he could feel the heat of her crotch pressed his own, and through his shirt he could feel the tips of her breasts brushing against his chest.

His hands moved from her hips, traveling down and around to cup her ass, feeling the firmness of youth beneath thin cloth. Then they moved up and under, lifting her night shirt to reveal those small, prefect breasts, his hands covering them-

He knew this was wrong, wrong in a way that nothing he had ever done in his past even came close to. He had to make sure, had to know that he wasn't just taking advantage of a young girl's momentary infatuation with an older man.

He pulled his mouth away, looked into her eyes. "Olivia, this... we shouldn't be..."

He struggled to form the words, his whole body raging denial at what he was doing. His body wanted her's, regardless of what his brain was telling it.

Stupid brain, as if it knew anything.

"Look, Liv, I... is this really what you want? Honestly?"
 
Olivia’s hands fisted in the couch cushion when his large hands spread over her breasts. A moan filled his mouth that had been waiting about three years to get out. Her hips pressed reflexively into his groin and all thoughts of anything and anyone outside this room disappeared. Her body was in charge now.

The young girl tried to kiss through his first protest and it seemed to work. The steel rod beneath her sleeping pants felt like it was swelling even more. Her hips now moving on their own as she slid the seam of her pants up and down the entire length. She wanted this. Christ, she wanted this more than her next breath.

When he broke the kiss again to ask her what she wanted, Olivia sat up on his lap. “I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more, Tim,” she replied before pulling her camisole over her head and tossing it on the floor beside the couch.

Her bright pink tongue peeked out between her slightly swollen lips to coat them with saliva while her eyes left a blazing trail down his chest. Both hands slid under his t-shirt and the heat from his skin made her eyes close and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard. When her eyes reopened, they were a full shade darker. “I want you,” she whispered.
 
Timothy's breath caught in his throat at her response. Holy shit, he thought, this is really happening, really going to happen. There's no going back...

He lifted himself up and threw his legs over the side of the couch, so that he was now sitting up with Olivia straddling his lap. His mouth found hers again, one hand pressing her close while the other, at the small of her back, pushed her hips in and down, hard against his almost painfully hard erection; he doubted that he had ever been this hard before, or at least not since he himself had been a teen, sex a new and unexplored pleasure.

His mouth moved down her neck, kissing its way to the hollow just above her chest, then across one breast as his tongue sought her nipple. Timothy tried to hold her gently, yet firmly... what the fuck? What is this, Zen and the art of Statutory Rape? She wants this. The thoughts racing through his brain, his embrace became firm, hard even...
 
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