Your Dad Won't Notice

Disclaimers: All characters are over 18, and fully consented to the activities described. Please drive responsibly.

Author's note: My second story published here! :) Please leave (polite) comments. I'm open to encouragement and criticism. Thank you for reading!

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It was playoff night. I was at my friend's house, a beer in my hand. I was about to take a sip as the players skated on the ice for "Oh Canada" when I felt my phone vibrate and ping in my pocket. I checked the screen, just in case it was her. Thankfully.

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"Dad is drinking and focused on the game. I don't think he would notice if I were to disappear for an hour."

I smirked and replied: "On my way."

I tapped my friend on the shoulder and said I had to go, abandoning my untouched beer on the corner table. He protested, claiming no loser ever leaves before the game even starts, but I brushed his mock insults off and walked out to my car.

At this point, I knew where she lived, I didn't even have to open Google Maps for reference. It was May, and while most places in North America are warm by then, my hometown was always the exception, but I cracked the window open anyways -- I needed the fresh air as my heart pounded in my chest. It's hard to point out what I liked best: her, or the adrenaline of chasing someone I could never have out in the open.

I was thirty, fairly well-established in life. I had just bought a condo and finished my MBA, and she... had just finished high school. I had never pictured myself having some type of relationship with someone so young. Shame on me for not checking her ID when we were introduced to each other by my co-worker, her brother. When he said "baby sister," I assumed 25. When she mentioned "school," I assumed college. And now it was too late to back out. I was addicted to her taste, I was addicted to her pussy, I was addicted to her smell, and her wide eyes when I lost control. Most of all, I was addicted to how she made me feel -- like I was 18, too, a little reckless, a little fearless, very much alive. Looking back, that was certainly my middle-life crisis. Better than buying a sports car?

I crossed town like a maniac; I knew we didn't have long. I stopped by the end of her backlane and texted her that I was about to pass by. She sent a thumbs-up. I knew what to do, I had done it before: I drove slowly down the backlane, and, without stopping, she opened the passenger's door and hopped in. It was our common strategy so her dad wouldn't be suspicious of a car parking.

As soon as she hopped in, I could smell her shampoo. God, I loved that smell. My brain had learned to associate it with great things ahead of me.

"We don't have time to go to your place," she said, before she even said hi.

"I know. Buckle up," I replied.

She rolled her eyes, but obeyed. Once I saw she was secured, I started driving faster. My hands were responsibly at 10 and 2 when I felt her hand rest on my thigh and objectively move between my legs. I glanced at her in genuine surprise.

"What are you doing?"

"It's like I said: we don't have much time," she whispered.

I wasn't looking at her, but I knew she was smirking. She knew the control she had over me, that I wasn't capable of saying no, that she brought out the most reckless part of me. I knew I had to protest, but I didn't. I wanted it. Whatever she had in mind, I wanted it.

She undid my jeans' button and zipper with an ease that was a bit bizarre for an eighteen-year-old. I knew she had been practicing with me for the past couple months or so, but still. She massaged my cock over my boxers, and it was embarrassing how quickly I got hard for her. She shifted her body to face me partially, and using both hands she set my cock free. Her hands were thin and delicate, and they moved up and down, not slow, not fast, just steady. I exhaled slowly, blinking rapidly to focus on the road. No one had ever touched me while I drove, but I wasn't saying no to a handjob and a new experience.

She leaned closer and bit my earlobe, dragging her teeth, her breath warm against my skin.

"I missed you. I was thinking about you all morning," she whispered as she continued to move her hands up and down.

Her thumb dragged around my tip very slowly, making me hum low in satisfaction.

"When you say 'thinking', what do you really mean, Alice?" I asked with a short chuckle.

She picked up the pace, and, without realizing, I sped up the car.

"You would understand all about my thinking if you could feel my pussy right now. I'm so wet... for you. I was thinking about the last time we met, how you made me come all over your couch. I liked what you did," she whispered. Even though her words were bold, I could hear some shyness in her tone.

"You liked playing with toys with me, eh?"

She giggled a little. "You've ruined it for me. Playing alone is not the same now. Believe me, I tried this morning."

Her hands felt so good around me, the way she was uncoordinated but eager. Every time I stopped for a red light, I looked around, tense that maybe the people next to us knew me, or her. But thankfully, it was all folks distracted by their radio so far, probably listening to the game.

"You smell good, E," she murmured, burying her nose into the nook of my neck. And then she bowed her head, and went down, down, down. I glanced downward to confirm that she was indeed about to put my cock in her mouth. I was ready to protest when her lips sealed around me, wet and warm, and I forgot how to speak. Her hand was wrapped around my base, and the smell of her hair was even more accentuated now.

Her tongue dragged around my tip like I was that girl's favourite lollipop. I cursed under my breath, my hands squeezing the wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. She started bobbing her head, up and down, not trying to take me fully, but rather battling for space between my stomach and the wheel. She groaned in frustration as the angle wasn't great and the seatbelt limited her movements, but she didn't give up. She continued to suck, and she relied on her tongue heavily to give me pleasure to compensate for the lack of depth.

It felt so good -- not necessarily because it was the best blowjob, but because I had this girl who was so obsessed with me she couldn't wait to put me in her mouth, and she was doing it in the middle of the street. I closed my eyes for only a moment, overwhelmed by the sensation, freeing one of my hands to push her head down a little more. I opened my eyes abruptly when a nearby car honked at me and I pumped the breaks to avoid us driving into the ditch.

"Fuck, you're gonna get us both killed," I groaned.

She looked up with a wicked smile. "Your only job is to drive, sir."

Sir. Okay, I could get used to that. I grabbed her hair, a little rougher than I had ever been with her. "And yours is to suck my cock."

My only regret is that I didn't look away from the road to see the look on her face when I said that. I don't know how she reacted, but I know she obeyed. She took my cock back into her mouth and sucked, much more eager than before, shifting her body to stretch the seatbelt to its limit so she could take as much as possible. She accelerated her pace, and she hummed against my skin. I could feel the pressure she was applying to every suction, like she needed me, like she loved it, like she couldn't have enough of my dick.

I'm grateful that everyone in town was watching the game somewhere and the roads were clear. Otherwise, I don't know if I would've made it to the train tracks without coming. I didn't wanna come yet; I had learned my tricks to keep up with an eighteen-year-old sexually, because, to my disappointment, I was no porn star (still ain't), and coming before penetration was not a good strategy.

I parked next to a tree, a spot we had used before. It was hidden and isolated enough to have public sex, relatively close to her house, perfect for when, like today, all we had was a small pocket of time.

She unbuckled immediately and jumped to the back. I pulled the passenger's seat forward as much as possible to give us more space behind. I turned off the engine, leaving the driver's window cracked open for ventilation. I connected the game on my phone and left it on the console, not only to hear of any goals, but to help us keep track of time, to drive her back before the end of the game. I walked out of the car, my cock hard, pointing to the sky. I held my jeans so they wouldn't slide all the way down and went in the backseats with her.

She was already pulling her sweater up to free her boobs for me. I didn't waste a single second: I grabbed her left breast, pulling it up towards my mouth. I sucked hard, maybe harder than she was used to or expected me to, as I heard her moan sharply. I eased my grip a bit and circled my tongue around her nipple. I pulled away to help her push her skirt up and her nipple immediately hardened under the cold air of the car. (Now, I don't know about you, but I fucking love a nipple so hard it wrinkles.)

She pulled a condom package from her skirt's pocket and I kissed her cheek.

"I love that you always come prepared. You horny animal," I murmured playfully.

She bit her lower lip, a clear attempt to be sexy -- she achieved it. That only motivated me to rip the little package quickly with my teeth, and roll the condom over my hard cock.

"Fuck!" She yelled angrily as we heard the other team score through my phone. Normally, I would've cared a lot that we were losing -- everyone in my town is obsessed with our home team -- but right now all I cared about was fucking Alice.

I grabbed her by the hips, guiding her to straddle me. I hooked a finger to pull her panties out of the way, and her wetness coated my knuckles. I looked up at her. The car angle didn't favour any of us, but still... she was a beautiful girl -- long, brown hair, thin lips, long nose, big hazel eyes, perky boobs. I was fucking lucky and I knew it.

"Did you come today already?" I asked, pretending to be slightly upset about it.

She nodded, biting her lips exactly the way she knew I liked.

"Did you say my name when you did?"

She nodded again, a proud smirk on her lips.

Without any further ado, I pulled her down and her little pussy swallowed by tip with ease. Even with a condom on, I could feel her warmth. Her cunt was so, so wet, ready for me. She looped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder as she sank her weight down to take me fully. When I hit her cervix, she stayed put.

"Can I call you 'baby', Ethan?" She whispered, her voice almost fragile. "I wanna be yours."

Her pussy was absolutely delicious, so tight, hugging my cock from every angle; she could call me whatever the fuck she wanted. But I knew what the question meant. She wanted to know if she was more than just a random fuck for me. I couldn't help but think it was a little ironic that the girl who was born when I was already old enough to jerk off to Playboy wanted to call me 'baby', but I wasn't about to bring that up.

"You are mine," I whispered back. "You can call me that if it makes you feel claimed."

She nodded and started to move slowly, shifting her body for a better angle. I held her hips to guide her movements, sliding her pussy all the way up, then all the way down. The game's commentaries were just background noise now. All I could hear was her body swallowing mine. Together, we built a good pace.

I was already feeling my balls tensing up -- that blowjob had already brought me close to the edge. So I bypassed her skirt and her panties to find her clit with my fingers as she moved up and down my shaft. I started rubbing from side to side, the movements a bit uncoordinated as she moved her body too. She started to moan in my ear, her voice so sweet and young. I wanted to bring her right over the edge with me.

"You make me feel so good, baby," she moaned, testing the new pet name. "Put your finger in my ass, baby? Please?"

My eyebrows shot up. I had never gone near her ass. She was being wild today. I lifted my fingers from her pussy and led them to her lips. She sucked them once, tilting her head to make sure I could see her do it. My cock throbbed inside her little cunt. I cupped her buttcheek, my finger sleek against her skin, until I found her asshole under her panties. I wasn't delicate at all on my approach; I simply pushed my middle finger in, thinking she had experience at least touching herself. By the yelp she let out, I think I was wrong in my assumption.

She continued to move up and down my shaft, but more eagerly, like she was using my cock as a distraction to the stretch behind her. She didn't ask me to stop, so I didn't. In fact, I pushed the rest of my finger in, facing great resistance from her ass, and then started to slide my finger in and out at the same pace she was taking my cock.

"Baby, I wanna come. I wanna come so bad. Please make me come," she cried out softly.

I let go of her hip and used that hand to fight space to touch her clit. Once I managed to start rubbing her again, our team scored, which made her moan louder. I chuckled a bit at that and continued to finger her ass, rub her clit, and fuck her pussy. She turned me into a sex machine for her pleasure and I was there for it. Her ass was unbelievably tight, and her pussy was starting to milk my cock.

"Come for me. Do it. I want you to come with my finger deep inside your ass. Is that why you run away from your daddy? So an older guy can fuck your little pussy and finger your ass? Is that what you like? What does that make you, huh?"

She moaned louder, and I increased my pace over her clit. She broke over me, bowing her spine, lolling her head back helplessly. Her pussy, which was always tight regardless, squeezed my cock with the sheer force of her orgasm. She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling and messing it up.

"Ethan..." she moaned softly as she continued to slide up and down my cock, much slower now, riding her aftershocks.

I tilted my head to kiss her temple. "Good girl. Say my name."

She moaned my name again. Fucking delicious. I could feel her thighs trembling.

My finger was struggling to slide in and out her tiny hole without lubrication, but I hadn't stopped. I stopped rubbing her clit, though, because I knew she got oversensitive very quickly, and she wasn't into orgasm torture or anything like that. I was free to come now. Finally. So I shifted my body, hooked my arm around her waist, and started to move her up and down my cock rapidly, my finger buried in her little ass. I fucked her hard, her head hitting the car ceiling softly as I used her. I could feel the pressure increase in my balls, my cock throbbing, anxious to explode inside her perfect, wet cunt.

I heard a thud, which I assumed was her head against the ceiling, but she turned her head sharply toward the window.

"What was that?" She asked in a concerned whisper.

I shushed her. I was so close. Whatever it was, it could wait, so I pinned her in place and moved my hips up, hitting her cervix hard, over and over. She yelped and held still for me so I could finish in peace. The tight friction was driving me crazy, the sound of my hips slamming against her filling up the car. I finally exploded inside of her, groaning in pleasure as each jet of cum came out of my rigid cock.

I still had my eyes closed when we heard another clear thud. She looked out the window again, but this time she saw something. I heard her scream before I saw it myself.

"It's my dad! That's my dad outside the car!"