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  “I’ll make sure that isn’t an issue.” He squeezed my hand firmly. “School will come first.”

  I felt a bit of excitement as I stared at the college application. It was already weighing on my mind after talking with my mother earlier in the day and having him present me with it already filled out as a birthday present seemed like a sign. I was definitely in a better place. The distractions I allowed to consume me at school wouldn’t be an issue while I was living at home. The friends I did have were away at school. Friends. That made me think of Madison and my heart sank down into my stomach. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to deal with the reality of that situation. At some point, we had to tell her. The longer it continued, the more it would sting when I finally told her the truth. She would see it as betrayal. She might even hate me. I would hate me if I was in her place, but my father wasn’t single with a body like a Greek god. She had to expect someone would come along and snap him up at some point. I just hoped she could deal with it being me.

  “You seem troubled.” Erik studied my stare, which had drifted away from the paperwork.

  “Yeah.” I looked at him and sighed. “We have to tell Madison.”

  “I know.” He closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. “It wouldn’t be right for us to keep it from her. I certainly have no plans to stop seeing you.”

  “I’m that good?” I felt a bit of a grin coming across my face, even with the horrific confession weighing on my mind.

  “You’re amazing.” He squeezed my hand again.

  “So are you.” I nodded and tried to picture Madison’s reaction in my head.

  This isn’t going to go well.

  I FOUND A STRANGE SENSE of calmness as we got closer to Madison’s return. She was excited to be coming home, and excited to see me. She had only sent me a few text messages the entire semester, but the week she was scheduled to come home, she started blowing up my phone. That wasn’t unusual for either of us, and the constant barrage of text messages meant things were normal between us. I just hoped things remained normal after she found out what had been going on. My feelings for Erik were too strong for me to ignore and there was no way I could stand to lose him, but I hoped the relationship didn’t cost me my best friend. The rapidly approaching date seemed to have an opposite effect on Erik. Instead of calming down and coming to terms with what we had to do, he seemed to get more impatient. There were days when he almost seemed irritated. I hoped he wasn’t having second thoughts. With less than a week to go, I arrived at his house to find him even more high strung that he had been in recent visits.

  “This whole telling Madison thing is really bothering you, huh?” I walked behind him and started rubbing his shoulders.

  “I don’t want to lose my daughter and I’m afraid that is what will happen when we tell her.” He rolled his neck from one side to the other, so I kept massaging.

  “She’ll be upset. She’ll probably have one of her famous tantrums. She’ll go out, get drunk, curse our names, and threaten to disown us both, but she won’t go through with it.” That was how I imagined her reaction at least—I had seen her react to bad news before. “Besides, if she’s going to be mad at someone, she’s going to be mad at me. I’m the slut that seduced her father.”

  “I don’t know about that.” He chuckled and turned towards me, putting a hand on each hip. “I’m the dirty old man who took advantage of her sweet, innocent friend.”

  “I’m not very innocent.” I reached down and started caressing his cock through his pants.

  “You were…” He let out a moan. “Before I got my hands on you.”

  I led him to the couch and he sat down. I knelt between his spread thighs and started unbuckling his pants. I felt like he just needed to relax a little bit and I had an idea for accomplishing it. I had come close to pleasuring him with my mouth several times since he did it for me on my birthday, but we always ended up in the bedroom before I got to that point. He watched as I unfastened his pants and then he lifted off the couch so I could tug them down past his thighs. His cock clearly had an idea what was coming because it started getting hard before I ever even touched it. I pulled his pants down to his ankles and removed them completely before sliding closer to the couch. I looked up and met his eyes, rolling my tongue around my lips before kissing along the inside of his thighs. He let out a stifled moan and smiled when I started moving closer to his cock. When I got to the tender area where his thigh met his pelvis, I moved to his other leg and started kissing up it as well. His cock quickly engorged with desire.

  “Maybe you’re not so innocent.” He looked down at me and smiled.

  “Not anymore.” I grinned and slid my tongue along his inner thigh again.

  I slid my tongue to the base of his cock and kissed it, which caused him to tense up slightly. I rolled my tongue around his balls and felt an even stronger reaction. I wasn’t sure how I was going to fit his enormous cock in my mouth, but I was certainly going to do everything I could to figure it out. I circled his balls several times and then started moving my tongue up the shaft, alternating between sloppy, saliva coated kisses and swirls with my tongue. That seemed to make his cock throb with more desire, so I kept doing it until I reached the top. The area directly beneath the engorged glans seemed to be extremely sensitive so I focused there for a moment before finally rolling my tongue around the head. I circled it a half dozen times before starting to move down the right side, kissing and licking it until I got the base again. He leaned his head back and sighed with pleasure when I moved back to his balls, so I gave them the same treatment I did the first time and then started moving back up the center again.

  “That feels really good.” He let out a louder moan as I got the tender spot below the glans again.

  I felt a bit of excitement growing as I felt his pleasure building. It was a little empowering to control his pleasure. I had always considered the act to be degrading in a way, but when I was between his thighs and actually doing it, the feeling was a lot different that I imagined. I worked my tongue down the left side after swirling my tongue around his glans and felt the same tense reactions again. My tongue wrapped around his balls, spending more time on them than I had before. I kissed and caressed them, taking each one into my mouth and sucking on it for a moment before releasing it. My tongue moved up the center one final time and when I got to the head, I opened my mouth wide and started sliding it across my tongue. There was a quick tightness in his abdomen when my lips passed the glans and I started to move up and down on it, feeling it slide across my tongue. After bobbing on it a few times, I started massaging the bottom of his cock with my tongue while I slid it in and out of my mouth, getting an even stronger reaction from him.

  “Yeah.” His moan came out almost as a growl. “Keep doing that.”

  I started working his cock further into my mouth each time that I pulled it between my lips. His penis quickly started to get covered in my saliva and he was clearly enjoying every second of it. Whatever tension he seemed to have evaporated as I pleasured his cock. I wrapped a hand around the base for support as I moved down the shaft. It took a little work to get it to the halfway point and he was already in my throat. I used my tongue and the muscles in my throat to massage his cock while I moved up and down it a little faster. I loved the way it throbbed in my mouth, pulsating with his desire for a release. My pussy was already wet and burning with my lust as I pleasured him. It was hard to concentrate on the task at hand when I wanted his cock inside of me, but I tried to focus as I worked on it. If it gave him a momentary respite from the worry that was engulfing him, it was worth the wait. I continued to work his cock into my throat, wanting all of him inside of my mouth so I could give him the most pleasure possible. His hips started moving, pushing his cock deeper each time I descended down his shaft and I could tell he wanted the same thing.

  “Your mouth is so hot and wet.” He moaned.

  He put a hand on my head and started to push his cock deeper into my throat. I relaxed the muscles at the back of my throat when it went further than it had before. I didn’t have much left to go, but it felt like I couldn’t get it past the barrier in the back of my throat. I kept moving up and down on what I could manage and concentrated on swallowing his cock. It took several tries, but then I felt myself relax enough for it to go deeper. I pushed down until my lips pressed against his balls and his pelvis. He let out a load moan of pleasure and I felt like I had accomplished a miracle. I let it stay there for a few seconds, adjusting to the feeling and controlling my gag reflex. I pulled my lips to the glans and then descended on his cock fast, swallowing it as I did. My lips connected with his pelvis again and I knew I could keep doing it. I worked on the speed, trying to get my lips from the head to the base as fast as possible. I could feel his cock throbbing more as the speed picked up and when I got to the point where it was nothing more than a constant motion, every muscle in his body seemed to tense up and tighten.

  “You’re gonna make me cum.” A loud gasp escaped his throat and then his breathing started to quicken. I knew he was close.

  My lips were almost numb from the constant movement up and down his shaft, but I kept myself going with the same speed I had managed to reach. The pulsations in his cock got even stronger and his hips moved in a bit of an erratic fashion while he took quick, panting breaths. I tasted the salty beginnings of his ejaculation on my tongue that was accompanied by a moan and I started swallowing his cock as I prepared for the eruption. I had felt his release inside of my pussy enough to know that it was going to be a lot, but I did my best to prepare for it. His cock glided deep into my throat and then I felt the first explosion that felt like a cannon hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly, massaging his cock my tongue and my throat while he ejaculated. After the first explosion, I bobbed on it a few more times, but kept in my throat and I was met with another explosion. Once the second one hit, he just started constantly ejaculating, his body shaking from the release. I swallowed until the eruptions were done and he relaxed. I pulled his cock along my tongue one final time, sucking the last few drops into my mouth before my lips were pulled away.

  “Damn…” He let out a sigh and ran his fingers through my head. “You’re a natural.”

  “So I did a good job of seducing you?” I grinned and crawled onto the couch where he wrapped his arms around me.

  “Yeah, I guess you did.” He laughed slightly and kissed my forehead.

  Chapter 12: Erik

  Charley was everything I wanted, but beneath the lust soaked desire was a primal need. I didn’t care about the age gap. I needed her by my side. She was beautiful and made my life feel complete when she was in my arms, but I couldn’t help but worry how Madison would react. I was nervous as I sat at the kitchen table and waited for her car to pull up in the driveway. She had sent a message to Charley to let her know she was almost home. It wouldn’t surprise her to find Charley waiting inside, but I needed some time alone with my daughter. I asked Charley to wait upstairs in my room until I had a chance to talk with Madison. My stomach was tied in knots more than it was when I had to explain why she was bleeding when she got her first period and when I had to sit her down for our first sex talk. I kept myself busy by cooking her favorite meal and I placed three plates, hoping we would actually get to the point where we could all sit down and eat together once our secret was revealed. I finally heard her car in the driveway and prepared for the worst.

  “Daddy!” Madison came through the door with the same excitement she always had, running over and giving me a hug.

  “Welcome home!” I hugged her tight, hoping it wasn’t the last one she would ever give me.

  “Thank you. Do I smell spaghetti?” She leaned back from the hug and peeked into the kitchen.

  “It could be any number of Italian dishes, but yes, I am making your favorite.” I smiled and walked towards the kitchen.

  “Three plates?” She followed me and glanced towards the table. “I don’t know if Charley will be over in time for dinner. She didn’t respond to my last text message.”

  “We are going to have a guest for dinner.” It was a good segue into the conversation, even if it wasn’t how I envisioned it originally.

  “Oh?” She leaned against the doorway as I tended to the food. “Who?”

  “I’m seeing someone.” I stirred the meat sauce and turned back towards Madison. “I asked her to join us for dinner.”

  “Dad…” Her eyes narrowed. “You have a girlfriend and you haven’t told me?”

  “I wanted to tell you in person.” I could feel my pulse racing as I prepared to confess—it was probably how Madison felt when she had to confess things to me, but the shoe was on the other foot.

  “Do I know her?” She tilted her head suspiciously.

  “You do.” I nodded and sighed, trying to form a smile on my nervous lips.

  “Who is it? Is it someone I like?” Her head tilted more and her lips pursed into a look of concern.

  “Yes.” I sighed and looked at the floor for a moment before lifting my eyes. “It’s Charley.”

  “Charley? Charley…” I could see her brain processing it and then the light bulb lit up. “CHARLEY!? My best friend, Charley!?”

  “Yes.” All I could do was wait for the volcanic eruption of her temper. There wasn’t much else to do once the words were said.

  “Dad, what the fuck?” She took a step back and her eyes bulged out of her head.

  “Hello, Madison.” I heard Charley’s voice from behind Madison. I hadn’t told her to come downstairs yet, but it was clear she had been listening.

  “I don’t know which one of you I’m going to stab first.” Madison’s voice got rigid and angry as she looked back and forth between us. “You’re fucking my Dad?”

  “Madison…” I let out a sigh.

  “I love him.” Charley took a step towards her. “If you’re going to hate someone, hate me. Don’t hate him.”

  “Love?” Madison stammered over her words. “You love him? You fucked up your life so what—now you want mine?”

  “It isn’t like that, Madison.” I took a step towards her and tried to put a hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away. “I fell in love with her.”

  “I can’t deal with this.” Madison threw her hands up and pushed past Charley, heading straight for the door.

  “Madison!” Charley ran towards her, but I closed the gap between us and put a hand on her shoulder.

  “Let her go.” I sighed. “She needs time.”

  THE NEXT COUPLE OF hours were spent sitting at the table and keeping Charley from responding to Madison’s angry barrage of text messages. I finally took Charley’s phone and typed a response, telling Madison that she needed to come home so we could talk about it like adults. I wasn’t sure if she would, but after an hour, I finally heard her car in the driveway. Neither of us moved from the table. We waited for Madison to open the door and come inside. The look on Madison’s face was a look of anger and hurt. Her eyes were red rimmed and I could tell she had been crying. She walked to the table and sat down, immediately opening the pot of spaghetti and putting some on her plate. It wasn’t hot, but it was still warm from being closed. I didn’t want to say anything until she was ready, and I could see it was killing Charley as well. Madison finally finished putting food on her plate and looked up.

  “Let’s eat.” Her words were angry. “I should at least have a meal with my new stepmother.”

  “Madison…” Charley’s eyes filled with tears. “We’ve been friends since we were kids. You know me.”

  “I thought I did.” Madison stabbed her spaghetti and rolled it around her fork.

  “I’m still the same person.” Tears started to stream down Charley’s face.

  “Eat.” Madison started digging into her food.

  Charley and I excused ourselves for a brief conversation in the living room while Madison was still in the kitchen, and decided to let Madison sleep on it. Trying to force her into a conversation she wasn’t ready for wasn’t fair. Charley went home and I gave Madison the space she needed, but she decided to spend it alone in her room. I felt awful for putting my daughter in the situation, but I did love Charley. There was no way that I could let her go. I hoped Madison would come around and realize it wasn’t something we did to intentionally hurt her. If she didn’t manage that before the break was over, I hoped she could find some way to forgive the two of us she before she returned home again. When it seemed like Madison wasn’t going to come downstairs at all that night, I decided to retire to bed as well. I missed Charley and wished she was there with me, but I didn’t want to upset Madison further by reaching out for her. Sleep didn’t come easy knowing the two people I loved more than anything else in the world were tormented and torn apart by my decision to pursue Charley.

  Chapter 13: Charley

  The situation with Madison went about as well as I expected, but I knew we did the right thing by telling her. Trying to hide it and having her find out on her own at a later date would have just prolonged the agony and created more distrust when she eventually did learn the truth. I didn’t sleep well that night and when morning came, I was practically a zombie from lack of sleep. I drank two cups of coffee and showered. I wanted to see Erik and I wanted to spend time with my best friend, but both of those things required Madison coming to terms with the situation and forgiving me. I didn’t want to lose either one of them, but I realized it was a possibility—I could actually lose them both. I couldn’t expect Erik to choose me over his daughter, even if he loved me. I was off work for the day, so I read through a few news articles on my phone, just letting the misery eat away at me while the day dragged on. Towards the afternoon, I got a text message from Madison that just simply instructed me to come to her house. I had no idea what I was walking into when I stepped up to her front door. Normally, I would have just opened it and went inside, but out of respect for Madison, I knocked.

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