My Daughter’s Best Friend

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“I’ve loved you like a daughter as long as I’ve known you Christine, but now that you are my lover that’s all changed, I want to explore this new relationship.”

“Yes, oh yes John, anything.”

Christine fell asleep in my arms, but we awakened after a few hours and came together again. Slow silken rhythms as though we had been lovers for years, cuming together in a kaleidoscope of sensations.

The next thing I knew sunlight was streaming through the window and Christine was gone. I heard voices coming from the hall.

“I’ll take Ellen out to breakfast and I’ll stay out all day so you and dad can enjoy each other.”

“Thank you Heather,” Christine said. “I love him, you know.”

“I know.”

“Would it bother you if we became like a couple?”

“Chris, you are my best friend, nothing will ever change that. Besides I’ll be leaving home soon for college. If you two hooked up I would be happy for both of you.”

Christine walked quietly back into the room trying not to disturb me. I could see through slitted eyes that she had dressed in her pajama’s

“I still don’t understand what you see in an old man like me.”

She sashayed to the edge of the bed and stood between my legs. “Why, you’re not old John, just experienced.”

I drew her to me and lifted her into my lap. “So, what are we going to do today?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but there is something I would like to try.”

She knelt between my legs, took hold of my cock and began stroking it. “I’ve never done this before so let me know if I hurt you.”

Christine lowered her head and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. She started bobbing up and down taking a little more each time, until she went to far and began gagging. She let go of me coughing. She was having a hard time of it.

“Baby you don’t have to do this.”

“I know but I want to.”

“Don’t try to take it all babe, just concentrate on the head, and use your hands to stroke the shaft. That’s how I like it darling.”

She nodded and began again. This time she sucked on the head and jerking my cock at the same time with her hand.

“Yes, much better love.”

I lay back and enjoyed the sensations. I could feel my cock getting bigger as my cum was close. Christine either sensed that, or I was enlarging to much for her mouth because she began backing off. She licked and sucked on the very tip of my cock while continuing to move her hand up and down. I was moments away from cumming when I gave warning.

“Very soon now baby.”

I expected her to do what Donna always did, jerk me off the rest of the way letting the cum drench her tits. Christine continued flexing the shaft but she intensified her effort to suck just the tip of my cock.

Usually I’m not very vocal during sex but I couldn’t help it, I was whimpering like a puppy. I knew Christine was not very experienced but she was blowing my mind and I had not ejaculated yet. I felt the first jolt burn its way up the shaft and out of me. With my eyes closed I could envision Christine’s mouth filled with cum, struggling to spit it out or swallow it before the next globule shot out of my cock. I should have been concerned for her but at that point I was incapable of rational thought. I counted four mind sizzling blast from my cock but Christine never wavered. When I was finished I raised myself up to a sitting position. Christine let go of my cock, cum dripping from her chin. I grabbed her pulling her up onto my lap, grabbed some tissue and wiped her chin.

“That was incredible baby.”

“I’ll get better, I’ll learn how to swallow all of it.”

“You did just fine”

Christine snuggled into my chest. I picked her up in my arms and carried her into the master bath. I sat her on her feet, reached down and turned on the shower. She followed me in and we washed each other, then I washed her hair. There is something sensuous about washing your lovers hair.

After the shower I wrapped her in a towel and lifted her onto the vanity. I searched the drawers until I found a comb still in the original package. I tore it open and began combing Christine’s hair. She closed her eyes allowing me to move her head this way and that. The towel that had been wrapped around her came undone parting to reveal her body. Once more she took my breath away. I could not keep my hands off of her, they roamed over her body. Finally I pulled her to the edge of the counter, knelt before her, and touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue.

“Ohhh,” Christine trembled trying to jam her clit into my tongue.

I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit eliciting a sharp cry from Christine. I worked my tongue between her tight lips the scent of floral soap assailed my senses, but her womanly scent was returning. Christine shuddered as my tongue worked her clit once more. Once more I backed away till she calmed. Once more my tongue found her clit, but the teasing was finished. I mashed my tongue against her clit licking back and forth, up and down. Christine writhed against my tongue mewling. When her orgasm became terminal she kept repeating, “Oh God–Oh God.”

Then it was over she collapsed against the mirror gasping for breath. When she opened her eyes I was still on my knees. “Wow,” she said grinning. “I don’t think I can move.”

“You don’t have to,” I said getting to my feet. I picked Christine up and carried her into the bedroom laying her on the bed.

Christine opened her eyes, smiled, and said, “Wow.” She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I slipped into a pair of shorts and walked down the hall to the kitchen and began brewing coffee. I took my coffee out to the patio and tried to clear my mind. I did not want to think to much about what I was doing with Christine. I didn’t understand it at all. It was one thing to have fantasies of being with young women. But, to have your fantasy crawl into bed with you was unreal.

She said that she was in love with me. If I were smart I would let her go, but no one ever said I was smart. In fact I could see myself getting totaly involved with this child. Heaven help me I was falling in love with her.

As if by magic Christine appeared at the patio door wearing a pair of shorts and tank top. Her nipples protruding against the thin fabric. She carried a cup of coffee with her sat it on the table, bent low to give me a kiss, then she sat in one the chair on the far side of the table. She sat quietly, neither of us needing to speak gazing on each other. She was so beautiful, her lustrous brunette hair hung straight parted in the middle.

“Christine, what are we doing?”

“You mean me and you together?”


“If I’m not mistaken last night you said you wanted to explore this new relationship.”

“Christine, tell me true, What do you want?”

She stared into her cup for the longest time and began to wonder if she were going to answer me.

“I love you and want to marry you.”

Christine would not look up. She was probably afraid of what I would say.

“I love you too Christine.”

She looked up, hope was written in her eyes. “I don’t know if I’m ready for another marriage Christine. Overnight you’ve gone from a fantasy to a real live lover. I’m afraid of moving too fast. Honey will you give me some time.”

“Of course John, I’ll give you all the time you need.”

Christine and I spent the rest of the day and one more night together before I took her home Sunday afternoon. She was disappointed that I could not give her what she wanted. It was what I wanted too, but I could not bring myself to commit to her. I needed some time, some space on my own to think about the future.

After two nights with Christine in my bed I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t get her out of my mind so I got up and headed for the den. I sat alone in the dark thinking about Christine. “I love you Christine,” I whispered.

The sun was rising when I finally stood walked swiftly to my room and dressed in jeans, pullover sweater, and slipped into my loafers. Heather appeared at the doorway.

“What are you doing Dad.”

“I’m going to fetch my woman, and bring her home.”

The last thing I saw was the astonishment on Heathers’ face as I walked past her on my way to the garage. The Car roared to life and I backed out of the garage. Fifteen minutes later I pulled into the driveway of Herb and Sheila Walters, Christine’s parents. Herb answered the door and stepped back to let me come in.

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