My Dad's Friend Pete

A few days have passed since my birthday and my first date with Pete. I have no idea if another date is on the cards or whether it was a one-time thing. I know he's due to stop by to see my dad today. As time gets closer, my palms are sweaty and I can feel my heart pounding out my chest. He normally heads over around lunch time, when he has his break from work. Although there isn't much interaction between him and my father, he sits there for an hour just watching TV with him.

I'm on the computer searching for part-time jobs, something to keep me busy but does not take me completely away from here, when I hear the 12pm knock at the door.

I get up, my knees feel a little bit wobbly and weak and go to the door. "Hi" I squeak.

"Hi Katy, how are you?" Pete asks, staring at me with his piercing blue eyes.

"Yeah, good thanks, dads sat in his usual spot" I say opening the door wider.

"Actually Katy, can we have a quick chat first?" He looks at me and I realise he too is nervous. I take a step outside and gently press the door, not letting it shut completely. Pete's voice quietens quite a lot "I just wanted to apologise I haven't been in touch since your birthday. I don't want you to think I didn't have a good time. I guess I just... the reality of you being my friend's 18-year-old daughter hit home... and I would hate to take away such a special moment for you" He can see my face changing "It's not to say I didn't enjoy it... in fact I really enjoyed it... a lot... too much maybe". I can tell he's rambling.

"Do I get a word now?" I say with a smile on my face.

"Oh yeah... sure... sorry" Pete replies.

"I am not the fragile little girl you think I am. I am an adult. I can make my own decisions. Date who I want, kiss who I want, sleep with who I want. You made me feel alive for the first time in a long time. I can't even remember the last time I was that happy, isn't that sad? I'm not mad you haven't been in touch, and I figured you were having doubts because you were my dad's friend. But that man only moved from that sofa to piss and go to sleep. Why should we have to hide our happiness because of him? Because a bit of paper and DNA says he's my father, but he hasn't given a fuck about me in years, or my feelings. He didn't just lose his wife... I lost the woman who was more like a mother to me than my own mum..."

Before I can finish, I hear a voice behind me say "What are you two talking about?". Shit, my dad's come to find out why we're just stood out here on the doorstep and I have no idea how much he's heard as I have my back to the door. I can feel nausea forming in my stomach and start to feel a bit dizzy. Why am I so scared of what my father thinks, after my speech to Pete just now. All I can do is look at Pete in front of me with pleading eyes.

I note Pete stay cool as a cucumber "I was just telling kiddo here how I might not be able to stop by next week as I have a work trip... is that alright bud?" he moves his head to talk directly at my father who just grunts.

"No difference to me... bud." He replies sarcastically and walks back into the house towards the bathroom.

Tears well up in my eyes, partly at how I reacted to my dad almost catching us talking, and partly to see my dad so deflated and vacant.

"I better go in" Pete exclaims "we'll talk more... I promise" as he gives me a kiss on the forehead and walks into the house and waits for my dad.

Later that evening, I am bored out of my mind and decide to go take a walk. I let my dad know who barely even gives me a nod, and head out wearing a cute summer dress, my sturdy sandals and a small bag which contains some water and my phone. We live in a small, quiet village so I don't come across too many people when I make my way down the country lane. I hear my phone buzz in my bag and see a text from Pete.

Pete: Hey kiddo, are you alone?

Me: Just on a walk, what's up?

Pete: On a walk? Where are you?

Me: Just past The Inn... why?

Pete: Wait there, I'm going to pick you up. We need to finish our chat.

So, I do, I wait round the corner from the pub and wait to see Pete's car. As he pulls up about 5 minutes later, I climb into the passenger seat and put on my belt.

"Are you okay if we go back to mine? The ex has the boy tonight and it's easier to chat where your dad isn't in hearing distance." He asks softly.

I nod in response "Only if you stop calling me kiddo...like I said, I'm 18 years old now and can...." I'm stopped mid-sentence with a soft kiss on my lips. It takes me back by surprise as Pete starts to drive towards his place, and I'm left sat blushing, with a burning sensation already building between my legs, with the taste of his spearmint gum on my lips and the memory of my birthday on my mind.

As we pull up to his drive, I can see he lives in a modest sized house. Maybe 2-3 bedrooms, detached, modern. Pete gets out and tells me to stay put, as he walks around the car and opens the door for me. He holds out his hand and I take it lightly, as I step out the car.

I end up standing near enough in Pete's pocket as he looks at me with those piercing blue eyes that make me melt and that big grin. "God Katy, you really are so beautiful," he says softly as he fingers brush my hair out my face and tucks it behind my ear, lingering as he leans in to kiss me again.

I can't help myself but melt as his lips touch mine. His body pushing me against the car, my hands around his neck, his hands cupping my face as our lips start to lock repeatedly, our tongues starting to glide together smoothly.

After what feels like forever, but is probably only a couple of minutes, Pete stops kissing me "I really did bring you here to talk kid... I mean... Katy. Sorry, habit" he grins.

I look up at him and give him my 'shut up and kiss me' look.

He laughs and takes my hand and leads me into his house.

Pete's in the kitchen, getting two wine glasses down from the cupboard, and I am sat on the stool at the island. "Your place is so nice. I can tell you're a man who is proud of his things" I say looking around the room, most worktops clean and clear of any clutter. Pans hanging up on hooks above the stove in size order. So different to our little cottage, with pots filled with utensils on the side and small pots everywhere I have accumulated for cooking.

"I am very proud of my things, but I am also a stupid man, Katy. I am so sorry if I made you feel like you weren't an adult, or capable of making your own decisions. He pours out a glass of red wine for us each. "I got scared at the idea of people judging me for dating someone a lot younger and also the daughter of one of my oldest friend's... heck, I remember seeing you crawl around in nappies" he chuckles.

"But I'm not that little girl anymore... and I really want to explore new things, feelings, people. But not just anyone. Pete, you made me feel so safe the other night. You didn't rush or ask too much of me. You checked I was comfortable and didn't even ask me to... you know, do you. I didn't even know a guy could cum without stimulation! It was so hot... you're hot... and I can't stop thinking about you. I want you to be the guy I lose my virginity too... if you want."

"Oh Katy sweetie, I want too, but first... I want to eat what I can only imagine is your tight little pussy... and then I'm going to teach you how to suck on my big fat cock..."

I choke on my wine "How big are we talking?" I laugh nervously.

"You'll have to wait and see... give me your hand," he says holding out his own.

As I take his large rough hand, he leads me through the house and up the stairs, towards his bedroom. It's such a lovely, pristine house and he obviously has a good eye for design. I'm giggling as we walk across the landing and I notice the wall art. It covers up most of the wall and must have cost him hundreds of pounds.

Stop losing focus Katy. We get to his bedroom, and I immediately see the super king bed and manly interior. A black lamp on the ceiling, along with black and grey patterned bed sheets, expensive, oak chest of drawers and bed side tables and more art. The reason I smile though is because when Pete sits on the bed and pulls me towards him, the whole room smells just like him. He takes the almost empty glass of wine out of my hand and sets it down on the dresser, and then pulls me back in again, my arms around his neck as I stand between his legs.

"Fuck Katy, you're so beautiful. I can't stop looking at your big green eyes and little freckles between your nose and cheeks, and those lovely naturally plump but petite lips. And all I can think about is having them wrapped around my cock". He chuckles to himself and I giggle back and then stop. I get on my knees between his legs.

"I want to see your cock; I want you to teach me" I confess. I start undoing the buckle on his belt and he gives me access to then undo the button on his jeans, along with the zipper. I feel fiddly and clumsy, but I must learn, right? Heh. When everything is loose, I start tugging them down his legs, and I see him lift himself so I can then also guide his briefs down too. As the cotton material glides down his thick, manly thighs, I can see his cock trying to escape. Holy fuck, he wasn't lying when he called it big and fat. The girth on this thing is insane. And don't even get me started on the...

Pete strokes my hair "Are you okay Katy? Is this, okay?"

"Mhm, yeah, it's just... you weren't kidding earlier" I laugh nervously.

"No sweety, I wasn't. He's so hard for you. He gets hard every night ever since our little date the other night. Pete looks down at me, his hand still stroking my hair behind my ear. His cock flexes in front of me. "See, he's so fucking excited to see you. To the idea of your lips wrapped around him... but only if you want to."

"I really want to" I moan. I think about what I've seen on the few porn clips I've seen on my phone when I've been in bed trying to get myself off. The techniques the woman do to make the guy moan that hard and then cum in their mouths. I look up at Pete and start to gently stroke his cock with my left hand, gripping it not too tightly around his shaft. Then I get my tongue and lick around the tip, flicking and licking slowly. Whatever I am doing must be good, because Pete lets out an audible groan.

"Good girl, that's a good girl... keep doing that sweety" He groans, his hand still in my hair, a loose grip on it now. His words of encouragement helping the heat rise between my legs as I feel my panties dampen. "Now...just wrap those lips around the tip...yeah... like that... ohh... mffffm... yeah, just like that... good girl... go a little deeper for me... yesssss. Oh, your mouth is so tight. Oh, it's perfect".

Pete's words of encouragement are helping me take his cock more. His hand in my hair is helping guide my mouth up and down, inch by inch, a little more each time. I look up at him to see his blue eyes sinking into the sight before him. His groans and dirty talk are turning me on so much. I keep going, getting faster. Audible slurping noises are starting to fill the room, and I can feel Pete starting to thrust his cock more up. It's so girthy and long that it barely fits in my mouth, but that doesn't seem to bother him as he enjoys the act I'm performing.

"I'm so close Katy... I'm so close... where can I cum?" I hear Pete ask. Thankful he's being considerate this is my first time, but the answer is I don't know. I'm not even undressed. I keep sucking his cock repeatedly and then I feel him hold my hair tighter, his cock thrusting up into my mouth increasingly, and then I hear his breathing changing and an almighty groan escape his lips. "Fuckkkkkkkk.... good girl Katy... Good girl... I'm... I'm... cummminggggg" He grunts and I feel a shot of hot warm liquid erupt in my mouth. My initial fear is I'm going to be sick, but as I attempt to swallow it, I realise the taste isn't as bad as I'd feared and I keep swallowing all of his cum, which just makes him groan even more.

Once he finishes in my mouth, and I've swallowed as much as I can, I slowly take his cock out my mouth and he releases me from his grip.

"Fuck Katy, that was so special. I can't remember the last time I had my cock sucked like that... you're a fucking natural."

I smile. A small amount of cum dribbling down my chin. Pete wipes it clean for me and then puts the fingers he wiped it with into my mouth for me to suck clean, and he lets out a groan as I obey him.

"Now it's your turn, sweety", Pete exclaims with a big green on his face.

To be continued.