I had sex with my daughter's friend

“You don’t mind if Chloe stays the weekend, right?” Sophia, my sweet nineteen-year-old daughter, called from the living room, not even looking up from her phone. She was curled into the corner of the couch, legs tucked up under her and toes wiggling in pink fuzzy socks.

Chloe was her best friend, and a beautiful teen just like my daughter.

“Chloe’s always welcome here,” I said. “As long as you two don’t destroy the place.”

Sophia rolled her eyes and flicked me a half-hearted finger. “We won’t. We’re gonna chill by the pool, maybe watch movies, whatever.” She went back to texting, thumbs moving at a rate that had to be unsustainable for long-term joint health.

Jeanette, my wife, poked her head around the corner, purse already slung on her arm. “I’m heading out to see my sister. I’ll crash at her place,” she called. “Text if you need anything, honey.” Her gaze lingered on me. “And you, please don’t let them burn down the house.” She always said that, as if I were some kind of pyromaniac babysitter, as if she hadn’t been married to me for almost twenty years and seen that I only burned food, not buildings.

“Got it, boss,” I said. She grinned and crossed to me, up on tiptoes. She kissed my cheek. Then she was at Sophia, hugging her.

“Be good. And say hi to Chloe for me. Tell her I’ll kick her ass at Uno next time.”

Sophia giggled. “You wish, Mom.”

Jeanette was out the door before I could say another word, high heels clicking down the driveway, the click fading until it was just Sophia and me in the house … and soon Chloe. Perfect timing. My wife was gone, and Sophia’s best friend would be here soon. That didn’t happen often.

I stood at the window and watched my wife’s car back out. For the first time in months, I was struck by how little I missed her when she was gone, how much easier it was to breathe in this house when the only thing I had to answer to was my daughter’s random moods. Our marriage was still going well, but sometimes I missed someone younger, perhaps someone more forbidden.

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After half an hour, Chloe’s battered Honda Civic pulled into the drive, parking half on the grass as usual. The world shifted a little bit. I didn’t let myself think about why.

She sprang from the car like a gymnast, long blonde hair caught in a ponytail, bare legs pale and gleaming under the porch light. She was in those shorts, again, the ones that barely qualified as legal, and a white crop top so tight I wondered if she needed to exhale before putting it on. A tiny blue backpack hung off one shoulder.

She knocked, and Sophia jumped to her feet, running to the door. “Chloe!” Sophia said and threw her arms around her, and they did their usual shriek-and-bounce routine. I tried not to stare, but Chloe’s ass looked painted onto her, every little muscle line visible when she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

“Hi, Mark!” she said, after breaking the hug and pushing past Sophia and pinning me with a look. She came right up to me and hugged me, arms tight and her breasts squished comfortably against my chest. There was nothing accidental about the contact. She lingered, and I was painfully aware of her body heat and her vanilla-coconut scent.

“Hi, Chloe.”

She whispered, “Missed you,” soft enough I almost thought I’d imagined it.

Sophia rolled her eyes, grinning. “Chloe, stop flirting with my dad.”

Chloe disengaged but winked at me, turning away before I could react. “He’s my backup dad. I gotta get my fix.”

Sophia snorted and punched her lightly on the shoulder. “You’re so weird.”

They talked about hopping into the pool, and they disappeared to the downstairs bathroom to change. I sat outside on a sun bed, wondering if I should feel guilty for being as aware of Chloe as I was. I tried to remember what it felt like to be nineteen and have the world falling all over itself for you. Even when I was that age, I didn’t have the same level of sheer physical confidence that these girls did.

The sliding door rattled open, and they trooped out, giggling. Chloe wore a red bikini that was maybe two square inches of fabric; the rest was just thin string. Her breasts barely fit, nipples threatening to escape every time she moved. The bottoms rode so high on her hips that I could see a deep V where her pelvic bones met, and the triangle in front might as well have been an arrow pointing down. Sophia’s suit was a standard two-piece, blue with white polka dots, cute, innocent, and safe. Chloe looked like she belonged in a music video. She spun and bent over to grab a towel, ass in the air, and every detail outlined.

“Mark,” she called, “can you help me with sunscreen?”

“Sure thing.” I almost said no. I almost got up and walked inside. Instead, I grabbed the bottle from the table and moved to where she stood, back turned, hair swept over one shoulder.

“Thanks,” she said, glancing over her shoulder, eyes sly. “I burn really easy.”

Her skin was smooth under my hands. I rubbed the lotion in slow, careful circles, starting at her shoulders, working down her arms. She hummed, arching her back, pushing her ass against my leg. I moved lower, to her lower back, fingers grazing her red bikini.

She shivered.

“Cold?” I asked.

“Sensitive.” She turned to face me, then, her face just inches from mine, lips parted.

Sophia cannonballed into the pool, splashing us both. Chloe laughed and shook the water from her hair. “You little gremlin!”

Sophia resurfaced, grinning. “Payback for stealing my pizza last time.”

“Help, Mark,” Chloe mock-wailed, “your daughter’s bullying me.”

I smiled. “Come on, be nice to each other,” I said, after closing the sunscreen bottle.

Chloe stuck her tongue out to Sophia and hopped inside the pool, water splashing everywhere.

While they were splashing each other, I made an excuse about needing to check my email and retreated inside. Through the window, I watched them. Sophia did laps and splashed at Chloe now and then, who floated on her back, breasts breaking the surface. Every so often, Chloe glanced at me, making sure I was watching.

After a while, Sophia called from the pool, “Dad, come swim with us! We need a shark.”

“I’m sorry, I have to answer some emails.”

Chloe grinned. “C’mon, Mark. Live a little.”

I relented, changing into swimming trunks and heading to the pool. Chloe’s eyes widened at the sight of my chest, and I slid into the water. Sophia squealed and immediately tried to dunk me. Chloe circled like a shark, then pounced, arms around my neck and legs around my waist. Her body pressed against mine, slippery and hot even in the cool water. For a second, it felt like it was just the two of us, her laughter in my ear and her breath on my face.

“Okay, okay!” I said, pretending to pry her off, but not trying too hard.

Sophia shrieked and splashed us both, and Chloe let go, drifting away with a playful smile. She dove under, kicked back to the surface, and slicked her hair behind her head, chest heaving.

“Dad’s a really good swimmer,” Sophia said proudly. “He used to do, like, Iron Man stuff.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Impressive.”

I shrugged. “Not anymore.”

Chloe floated closer, lowering her voice. “Bet you’re still in great shape, though.” She eyed my arms, my chest. I felt like a lab specimen under her scrutiny.

“He’s training every day,” Sophia said proudly.

“What about you two?” I asked them.

“We also go to the gym,” Chloe said. “But I don’t see any guys like you there.”

Sophia playfully splashed water at her. “You’re flirting with my dad again!”

“No, I’m not,” she said, blushing like a tulip and splashing water at my daughter.

I chuckled and headed out of the pool. Eventually, they followed after a truce.

“Can we do scary movie night?” Sophia said, grabbing a towel and flopping onto a deck chair.

“That’ll be fun,” Chloe said.

My daughter poked my rib while I tried to dry myself. “You gotta do it with us, Dad. So we don’t get nightmares.”

“Sure thing,” I said, feeling already younger and happier spending time with these two, but my mind was barely in it. Chloe towel-dried on the patio, making a production of it, twisting the fabric between her legs, patting her chest and then sliding the towel behind her neck and stretching again. She caught me staring and winked.

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While the girls showered, I changed and tried to focus on something else, but every time I blinked, I saw Chloe, bent over, legs apart and arching against my touch. I heard her laugh in the hall, then her voice outside the bathroom door.

“Ugh, Sophia, I’m so jealous. Your dad’s like crazy hot for an older guy.”

Sophia giggled. “You are so gross. Ew!”

“Whatever, you know he’s a DILF.”

Sophia shrieked and threw something at the door. Chloe shrieked back, and they both dissolved in laughter.

After the shower, they put on some appropriate clothes, tops and skirts. And then I made some burgers for them. Dinner went fine, and they discussed what movie they wanted to see.

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After we’d eaten, they dragged me into the living room with a giggle, and the movie started with all three of us on the couch. I sat in the middle, my daughter on one end, Chloe on the other. Ten minutes in, Sophia curled up under a blanket and stuck her feet in my lap. She always did that, a little kid move she’d never given up. Chloe did the same from her side, and soon the blanket stretched across all three of us.

Midway through the movie, Chloe nudged closer. Our legs touched, bare skin on bare skin. I felt her breath on my arm and the tickle of her hair on my shoulder. She shifted, pulling the blanket tighter, and suddenly, her hand was on my thigh, just above the knee.

She didn’t move it. It was just there, warm and firm, inches from my groin. I tried to ignore it, but then her thumb traced a slow circle on my leg, and I nearly jumped.

Sophia gasped at the movie, burying her face in my shoulder. She clung to my arm. Chloe’s hand slipped higher.

“You okay?” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady.

She looked at me, mouth close to my ear. “I’m so wet right now,” she whispered. Then, louder, “I think I spilled my drink.”

I looked down, but her cup was upright on the table. She smiled, then scooted her hand away, back to her lap. She was making me hard, whether I liked it or not, and I really didn’t want my daughter to feel my hard-on.

The movie reached a particularly intense scene, where the killer was stalking his prey through a darkened house. Suddenly, he jumped out with a knife, and both girls shrieked. Sophia buried her face deeper into my shoulder, but Chloe practically launched herself against me, wrapping both arms around my torso.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “This part always gets me.”

“It’s okay,” I said, instinctively putting my arm around her shoulders.

She pressed herself tighter against me, her body quivering. As the tension in the movie built, Chloe’s hand found mine under the blanket. Before I could process what was happening, she guided my hand to her chest, placing it directly over her breast.

“This makes me feel safer,” she whispered so quietly only I could hear. “Please?”

My fingers cupped her soft flesh through her thin top, and I felt her nipple harden against my palm. I knew I should pull away, but my body betrayed me. Her breast was warm, perfectly sized for my hand, and she subtly arched her back to press more firmly into my touch.

Sophia then cuddled closer, but her friend’s breast was making me hard. I tried my hardest to make it go away, but luckily, my daughter didn’t lean too close.

After the movie, Sophia yawned. “I’m gonna shower and call Mom before bed,” she said, scooping up her phone.

Chloe lounged on the couch. “I should probably shower, too,” she said, looking at me, then biting her lower lip.

“Go do that. I’ll clean up after you.”

“You’re the best, Dad,” my daughter said, kissing my cheek.

Chloe smiled as well and went to the guest bathroom to shower. I cleaned up the snack bowls, anything to stay busy, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Chloe’s boobs, and the way she’d guided my hand to her youthful tit.

Ten minutes later, I heard Chloe’s voice from the hall, “Mark? Can you bring me a towel? Sophia’s locked herself in the other bathroom, and I forgot to grab one.”

I grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom door, knocking gently. “Chloe?”

She cracked it open and reached for the towel, but didn’t take it. Instead, she pulled the door wider. The steam billowed out, and so did she, completely naked, water streaming down her body, hair plastered to her back. She didn’t try to cover up. Unlike my wife’s boobs, hers were perfect, full and perky, nipples flushed pink from the hot water. Her hips flared just enough, stomach flat and tight, legs long and smooth. There was not a stubble in sight on her mound, and her pussy was wet, symmetric and straight like a pink line. I was mesmerised. I hadn’t seen such youthful beauty in years.

She stepped close and took the towel, brushing my hand. “Thank you,” she said demurely when she clearly noticed how I checked her out and the reaction I had to her.

I tried to say something, anything, but nothing came out. She smiled, shy and proud, and disappeared back inside.

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I went to bed that night with a rock in my gut, guilt and need and the lingering memory of Chloe’s body, Chloe’s laugh, Chloe’s hand on my leg, my hand on her tit, the way she’d clung to me in the pool, the way I had rubbed sunscreen on her, the conversation when she called me a DILF and so much more. I told myself it would get easier once she left. I told myself I could handle one more day.

But I knew I was lying.

I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, sleep as far off as the moon outside my window. The house had that rare, perfect silence, the kind that only comes when there are no deadlines, no chores, and no reason to rise at dawn. I let myself drift, but every time my mind touched the edge of sleep, Chloe’s body would flood back, the slope of her ass, the way her eyes had bored into mine, and the memory of her hand on my thigh.

I tried to push the images out, tried to conjure my wife instead, her laugh, her long legs and the way she would curl up behind me at night and whisper that I was her favorite person. But even that memory was tinged with guilt; it had been months since Jeanette had touched me with anything but obligation. We still had sex regularly, and our marriage was going well, but Chloe was so beautiful, and she clearly had a thing for me.

A shadow crossed the hallway light, and then a silhouette slipped inside. It was Chloe, and she closed the door, pausing to see if I’d stir. I watched her through half-lidded eyes, heartbeat galloping in my chest. She padded across the carpet, hips swaying in tiny shorts, paired with one of Sophia’s college t-shirts. On Chloe, it was indecently short, barely brushing the tops of her thighs.

“Mark?” she whispered. “You awake?”

I didn’t answer. I wanted to, but something in me refused to break the spell.

Chloe lifted the edge of the comforter and crawled in next to me. She lay on her side, just inches from my face. “I couldn’t sleep,” she whispered. “Sophia’s snoring. She’s, like, full-on walrus mode.”

I smiled despite myself, chuckling.

“So you are awake,” she said with a smile.

“I’m sorry. I know she can snore now and then.”

Chloe’s hand found my forearm, tracing a slow line from wrist to elbow. Her skin was cool, fingers soft, her nails painted pale pink. She pressed closer, her feminine, honeyed scent flooding my senses. For a moment, neither of us moved.

“So, can I stay here? I mean, your wife isn’t here, after all.”

I looked at her. “And you’re just planning to sleep here, right?”

“Well, yeah,” she said. “I’m open for other things too, if you want.”

I knew it. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I told her.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I just … I’ve wanted this for so long. I think you’re a really attractive and nice guy.”

“You’re my daughter’s best friend, and I’m married.”

“And?” she said, looking up to me with her beautiful blue eyes. They looked like sapphires, complementing her loose blonde hair. “No one has to find out.”

She eyed my lips, and I eyed hers. I wondered how they would feel, fresh nineteen-year-old lips. I hadn’t tasted anything as sweet in decades.

A dam inside me broke. I reached for her and found her lips. They were soft, insistent and tasted faintly of toothpaste and something really sweet—youth. The kiss deepened, and our tongues swirled together. My hands wandered up her back, under the hem of her shirt, to the bare skin of her waist. She arched against me, her leg slipping over mine, hooking me closer.

We broke apart, gasping. “We can’t,” I said. It sounded weak, even to me.

Chloe’s eyes sparkled, pupils blown wide. “Just tonight. Please, Mark. As I said, nobody has to know. I fantasize about you every night.”

“You do?”

She nodded.

I mulled it over, knowing I might never get another chance like this in my life. “Alright, but you can’t tell my daughter about this.”

She beamed. “Promise.” She peeled off the shirt, her breasts naked in the dim light, the same ones I’d seen in the bathroom. I reached out, unable to help myself, and cupped one in my hand, thumb brushing across the pinkish peak. She made a tiny, desperate sound, then pushed her hips into me, grinding against the tent in my boxers.

I yanked her close, mouths crashing together, hands everywhere. Her body was supple, soft and smooth, so different from my wife.

She tugged at my waistband. I let her pull them down, and my cock sprang free, hard and aching. She giggled, then caught herself, biting her lip. “Sorry,” she whispered. “You’re just so … big.”

I felt myself blush. She took me in her hand, stroking gently, watching my face for reaction. Then she slid down the bed, lips tracing a path along my stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her tongue flicked out, warm and wet, and then she took the head of my cock into her mouth.

I fought to keep quiet, clenching my jaw. She worked me with an eagerness that bordered on worship, lips sealed tight, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Every few seconds, she’d look up, eyes bright, checking to see if I was watching. I was. I couldn’t look away from that beautiful college girl sucking my cock.

She pulled off, panting, a strand of saliva connecting us. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted it since I was fifteen.”

I reached for her, pulled her on top of me, and rolled us so she was on her back. Her legs spread willingly, and I settled between them. The heat of her was overwhelming. I ran my fingers over her wet sex. Her pussy was light pink, and it was just a straight, symmetric slit with a tiny hole at the bottom. I pressed the tip to her slit, and she reached down, guiding me inside her hole.

She was tight, super tight, but also incredibly wet at the same time. Her pussy even jiggled a little as my cock touched her swollen pussy. I started slowly, inch by inch, watching her face twist with pleasure and pain. She clung to my shoulders, nails digging in, eyes never leaving mine.

“Is this okay?” I asked her, wanting her to feel as good as possible while I cheated on my wife.

She nodded, lips trembling. “Fuck, yes.”

I moved in slow strokes, enjoying every inch, trying to draw it out as long as I could. Chloe wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper, her heels pressing into my lower back. “Does my pussy feel good?” she asked me.

“I haven’t felt such a wet pussy in decades … and yes, it feels incredible.”

“Go harder then,” she said with a moan after I bottomed out.

I gave it to her, and her tits bounced with each thrust,

“Oh my god,” she whimpered, “that’s so good. Harder. Please.”

I gave her what she wanted, building speed, the wet slap of our bodies the only sound in the room. She squeezed me tight, her pussy rippling around my cock. I couldn’t believe I was having sex with a fresh college girl again … in the same bed my wife usually slept in. She started moaning loudly.

“Don’t be so loud,” I whispered, burying my face in her neck while my cock twitched inside her. “Sophia’s right down the hall.”

She bit my shoulder, muffling her cries. “I can’t help it. You feel so fucking good.”

I shifted, pulled out, and flipped her onto her stomach. She giggled when I used my strength. “You know doggy?”

“Ass up, face down, right?”

I leaned down to kiss her smooth ass. “Good girl.” She arched her back, ass high in the air, and I slid back in. The new angle was perfect, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I fucked her hard, grabbing her hips, watching her ass ripple with each smack.

“God, yes, Mark,” she groaned into the pillow. “Just like that, harder, Daddy.”

I pounded her, breath ragged and sweat beading on my forehead. She pushed back against me, hungry for every inch. I felt her clench, then tremble and she came with a guttural moan, her juices flooding out and spilling over the sheets.

“Geeze,” I said, eyes widening at her orgasm. Then I slammed into her one last time, spilling inside her my cum, and nearly blacked out with the force of it. I slowed down, milking the orgasm.

She sighed in relief. “Oh, that felt so good,” she said.

“It did,” I said, palming her smooth ass, admiring the silky texture with not a blemish or wrinkle in sight. I pulled out from her tight hole, seeing it gape open and reveal the glistening cum inside.

We collapsed together, Chloe panting and wild-eyed, hair tangled across her face. I pulled her close. “I hope you’re on birth control,” I told her.

“I am,” she said. Then she started to giggle. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

I buried my face in her neck, unable to speak. The guilt was back, cold and sharp, but so was the high.

Chloe rolled onto her back, stretching like a cat. “This is our secret, right? Like, forever?”

I nodded. “Nobody can ever know.”

She kissed me, sweet and slow. “Good. ‘Cause I’m gonna want it again next time Sophia invites me over.”

“My bedroom door will be open for you … but tone it down on the flirting, Sophia will notice.”

“Maybe when you stop being so hot,” she said with a wink. “Now, I’ll go back to your snoring daughter.”

I reached the nightstand and gave her some fresh earplugs. “Take these.”

“Thank you,” she said. “Sweet dreams.”

“You too,” I said.

She slipped out of bed, naked and glowing, and tiptoed to the door. She looked back, grinned, and disappeared into the hallway.

I lay there and nodded. It was worth it. It was definitely worth it.

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