Amy
I quickly take my hand off Scott's leg before Jessica sees it. She's cool with me being a little flirty, but I don't want her to get the wrong idea. The question is, what is the right idea? What am I trying to do? And what was Scott gonna say before he was interrupted?
Though I've fantasized about being with Scott plenty of times, it's always been just that: a fantasy. What if I had the chance to make that fantasy a reality, though? Before today, I was one-hundred percent sure that Scott saw me as nothing more than his daughter's friend. Today, I'm getting a different vibe. Maybe it's because I'm calling him Scott, instead of Mr. Hanneman. Maybe it's because he said I'm mature for my age. Whatever the reason, things feel different.
Could I actually do it? I know I shouldn't even be thinking about this but, if Scott would be willing to take my virginity, could I do it? I'd hate to ruin my friendship with Jessica but, I mean, look at him. The man is... well, he's just that: Scott's the man! He's the only man I've ever trusted. The only man that's ever gone out of his way for me without ever wanting anything in return. He's everything I've ever wanted in a guy.
Me and Jessica are both going off to different colleges at the end of the summer. I'm staying local and she moving all the way to the other side of the country. We'll probably only see each other once or twice a year after that. Still, I hate the idea of betraying my best friend. I don't know if I could live with myself. I could, however, live with myself if something happened and she never found out. Scott certainly wouldn't tell her.
I'm getting ahead of myself. I don't know how Scott feels. If only I knew what he was about to say. All I know is that I find him absolutely irresistible. Sitting next to him, calling Scott by his first name, putting my hand on his muscular leg, looking into his seasoned eyes – all of it was driving me wild. Those eyes have seen things that no one should ever have to witness. Between the Marines and being a firefighter, Scott's probably seen all kinds of horrific things. For some reason, that turns me on even more.
Me and Scott get up from the pool and walk over to the patio table near the house. I'm so hungry, I can't wait to dig into the bread sticks. I haven't eaten much all day and my stomach's rumbling.
“I'll go grab plates, a two liter of Coke, and some cups,” Scott says. “Anything else you girls need?”
“Parmesan cheese, please, dad,” Jessica says.
“Amy?”
“I'm all set,” I say. “But thank you, Scott.”
He disappears into the house. I look over at Jessica and she has a big, goofy grin on her face.
“What?” I ask.
“Scott?” she says. “You're calling him Scott now?”
I smile and say, “He told me to. He said that since I'm all grown up now, I should call him by his first name.”
“Well, you must be happy! What'd you guys do while I was gone?”
“Not much. We talked a little bit after he went for a swim. Your dad's a very interesting guy, Jess. He was telling me about this thing he learned in the Marine Corps called the forty per...”
Finishing my sentence for me, Jessica says, “The forty percent rule. Yeah, yeah. He's told me about it a thousand times. I've heard all his old Marine Corps stories a billion times. I'm sick of hearing them, to be honest.”
“Well, they're all new to me. I really enjoy talking to your dad. There's a lot I don't know about him.”
“I'm glad. Maybe he'll start talking to you instead of me about all the horrible shit he sees every day at work. I don't know how many more car accident stories I can take. I've told him a trillion times that he should see a therapist, so he has someone to talk to about all that shit. Or, better yet, he should start dating. Mom's been gone for a long time and he really needs to get back out there.”
I'd rather him get in here, than get back out there. Or, get it in, I should say. I could listen to him tell his war stories all day and all night. The thought of laying in bed next to Scott, both of us naked, enters my mind. I picture him telling me about some gruesome wreck he got called to and about how he saved an entire family from certain death. Thinking about my handsome hero in action gets me all hot and bothered, so I hop on top of his naked body and start kissing his neck, face, and lips. Then, Scott effortlessly throws me off him and onto the bed, wrapping his strong hands around my waist. He gets between my legs and, after licking my pussy, making it even wetter, Scott presses his massive cock right into...
“Let's eat!” he says, coming out the back door with a bottle of soda, some cups, plates, and Parmesan cheese.
My wandering mind snaps back to reality. I fantasize about being with Scott all the time. Even the thought of him taking my virginity makes me weak in the knees. All of my friends, Jessica included, lost their virginities in high school. I'm the only virgin left. It's funny because I think about sex a lot more than any of them. Maybe it's because I'm a virgin. Or, maybe it's because I'm a nymphomaniac – a nympho that's never had sex. Whatever the reason, I'm horny all the time and nothing helps me get off better or faster than thinking about letting Scott take my innocence.
“All right!” I say. “I'm starving!”
“Me, too,” Jessica says.
“You gonna join us out here, dad?” Jessica asks.
“If you don't mind,” he replies. “Then I'll leave you girls alone.”
The next few minutes are filled with silence. Well, not exactly silence, but no talking. The sound of pizza boxes opening and shutting, followed by lots of chewing and slurping can be heard. All three of us are really hungry, so hungry that no one says a word for several minutes. Trying not to be too obvious, I watch Scott eating his pizza. I just can't keep my eyes off him. Even the way he eats is manly. The way he tears into it with his teeth, taking huge bites, devouring slice after slice just screams testosterone. There's something very primal about it. He's not messy, though. Manly, but not messy.
After finishing my second piece of pizza and maybe fifth or sixth piece of cheesy bread, I lean back in my chair. I feel bloated, but it feels good to have a full stomach. Jessica finishes shortly after me and leans back in her chair, too. Scott's still going to town on what must be his fifth piece of pizza.
“Thank you for the pizza and bread sticks,” I say. “Both of you. Scott for paying and Jess for going to get it.”
“Yeah, going to get it all by my lonely self!” she says and smirks.
“I told you I'd go with you if you really, really wanted me to,” I say.
“I know. I'm just messing around. You feel like staying over tonight, Amy?” she asks.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Scott's face light up a little bit. I stay over Jessica's house all the time and she stays over mine a lot, too. There's no reason I can't stay and maybe it'll give me a chance to finish the conversation I was having with Scott by the pool before Jess got home.
“Sure,” I say then look at Scott. “As long as it's cool with your dad.”
Scott finishes chewing the mouthful of pizza he's working on, swallows it and says, “That's fine. You really don't have ask, Amy. You know that.”
“I know,” I say. “But, it's polite to ask. You've always been so good to me that I try to be as polite and respectful as possible.”
“It's things like that that make you come across as mature for your age, Amy,” he says. “Most teens aren't taught to be respectful. I know I wasn't. I learned about respect in the Marine Corps. The fact that you're as respectful as you are and didn't have a strong male role model in your life growing up speaks volumes about you as a person.”
“I had you,” I say.
“That's true, but you know what I mean. You didn't have a strong male role model in your house.”
“You really were a good role model growing up, dad,” Jessica says. “You still are. I'm lucky to have such a great father.”
And I'm lucky to have a best friend with such a great dad. I wonder how much different I'd be if I'd never known Scott growing up. If it wasn't for him, I'd probably think that all men are scumbags. Most of the other men that I've known have been. My dad certainly was and the boys at school are all immature jerks. Scott's taught me that there are good guys out there that provide for their families and treat people well.
“Well, thank you,” he says. “Both of you. It's been a real pleasure helping you to grow up into the lovely young women you are today. And, on that note, I'm absolutely stuffed. I can't eat another bite. I'm gonna go inside and leave you girls alone.”
“Okay, dad,” Jessica says.
Scott grabs as many used plates, cups, and pizza boxes as he can carry and brings them into the house. I really am glad to have him in my life. As happy as I am, though, I don't just want him in my life. I want him inside me. The more I think about it, the more I want it.
“What do you wanna do tonight?” Jessica asks. “You wanna watch a movie?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I like that idea. Can we go for one more swim first, though? I'm starting to get hot again.”
“I was thinking the same thing. As soon as our stomachs settle, we’ll go for one more dip before heading inside for the night.”
“Sounds good!”