1. My Pizza Slut


    Date: 12/26/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: shootersr9, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

    and three or four tight t-shirts of varying colors. From the way the shirts clung to her I could tell there was no bra beneath them, not that Whitney's chest needed support. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail with a thick pink ribbon, which she informed me, was given to her by Amanda. "Say Mr. Z," she suddenly yelled. "Why don't you just call me Jon, now that we're both adults," I teased, emphasizing the word ‘adults'. She smiled because of it being her 18th birthday and that I'd recognized it. "Can you drive around for a while, Mr., err… I mean Jon? I can't go home too shit-faced or my old man will know." I looked at my watch and rolled my eyes, but assured her I'd try and help her kill some time before I dropped her off. A perfect opportunity, yes; take advantage of a woman when she's drunk, no. I wondered what she was planning on doing, having my step daughter drive around half the night until she sobered up didn't seem like a good plan to me. A trip to the McDonald's drive-thru for a late night snack helped, but when I asked her about her boyfriend, she'd only remarked ‘fuck him' and changed the subject, so I figured they were fighting again. It was then that she slurred, "I know you want me." I whispered back, "What's not to want," and she giggled, remembering my earlier remark but pressed on ahead. "I, I think I want you too, but...," she began and then, "...but I don't want our first time to be in a car." Many things flashed through my head; I'd been ready ...
    to hear her say but I was too old, but I was her friend's father, but it wouldn't be right, but anything other than that. From the stories I'd been told, I has assumed that she was exactly the type of girl who'd do IT anywhere the mood struck her. Perhaps this young lady wasn't such a slut after all. It was those thoughts that were in my head when I heard her say, "Amanda says you're the best Dad ever, even better than her real father. She really loves you, ‘ya know." I answered without turning to look in her direction, "Yeah, well I love her too...more than anything." Then I heard the sounds and felt movement as she slid near me. Still not giving in to temptation and looking at her, I half wondered if I was afraid to break the magical moment building between us. At that moment I felt the softness of her fingertips as she touched my chin, gently turning my head to face her own. I must've looked confused to her about where this was going, but then she removed any doubt. "We have to keep this a secret and never, ever let her know." And then, as if we were two actors on the set of a movie, Whitney leaned forward, watching my face for a reaction until her eyelids fluttered closed moments before contact was made. The kiss was magical to say the least; time moving in slow motion as I tasted her lips and mouth while she tasted my own. I felt one of her hands touch my chest and then grab my shirt in her fist and pull my body tighter towards her own as our kiss deepened. Our heads ...
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