Between Us

“Wait a minute, now, Erin.” I raised my hands, hoping to end her rapid-fire questions. “I didn’t say-”

“You didn’t have to say anything, love. I’m your best friend; remember? I know you.”

I could not repress the smile that dawned my face, when she addressed herself as my best friend. She was my best friend. “You don’t have to worry about her,” I said. “She would never see me as anything but, a friend.”

Erin moved beside me, gently smoothing my cheek. “Why not? You’re wonderful.”

“Do you think so?” I asked, daring to kiss her wrist.

“Yes.”

“Well, if you think so, that’s all that matters.” Truly, it was all that mattered to me.

“Daddy,” she started but, I never let her get past that.

I kissed her forehead then, told her goodnight. Her voice stopped me as I was about to leave the room.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing.”

“So you’re free?”

“I’m free.”

A smile washed over Erin like I’d never seen before. It was slightly mischievous but, there was something else, something that I couldn’t quite make out.

“So you’re mine tomorrow, if I want you?”

My inner voice was praying to God that she would not notice the instant erection caused by those words. Schooling my voice to utter calm, I answered. “Sure; why not?”

“Great,” she replied before hopping onto the treadmill for a quick run.

I hurried down the hall then climbed the stairs two and three at a time. There was definitely a notable bounce in my step. Upon arriving at the top of the stairs, I glanced to the left, seeing the room at the far end of the hall: Erin’s room. She had spent the entire day moving her old childhood furniture into one of the many spare bedrooms and redecorating it.

Redecorating it how, I wondered. I would have loved to peer inside and see what her secret haven looked like now but, I resisted that urge, going instead to the room at the far end of the hall to my right : my room.

Closing the door behind me, I remembered the feel of Erin pressed against me. The memory caused a stirring within my shorts. I walked to my bed after stopping at the dresser and removing a magazine from its top left drawer. Staring at the naked woman on the cover, I sat down.

My father had given me this magazine the day before. He insisted that I get over Jenny- which I insisted that I had- and find myself a new woman or at least someone to screw. I don’t have to say that I was a bit shocked that this was coming from a man pushing seventy but, that’s how dad is. I took the magazine to humor him. Now, as I sat flipping through its pages, I knew that I took it as much for myself as for him.

I slipped out of my clothes, sitting naked on the side of my bed. There was a picture of a sexy twenty-something that was mixed like my Erin: half black, half white. She looked to be a bit taller than Erin but, that didn’t matter. The fantasy had already implanted itself into my mind.

I slide my hand down the shaft of my fully erected sex, seeing not this woman in the magazine lying on her back, exposing her most intimate places to the camera but, I saw Erin in all her glory, revealing to me what I was aching for. I imagined her hand moving up and down on me, faster and faster still, until she uttered the words that I prayed she might say to me.

Cum for me.

The thought of her ever uttering such words to me, sent me over the edge causing me to cum instantly. In fact, the fantasy of Erin lying in such a pose worked well enough for me to cum again shortly thereafter only I refused to allow myself to orgasm so quickly. I imagined that she made me work for it. I was practically begging to cum, nearly some half hour later.

Covered in sweat, I grabbed a towel and enjoyed my hot shower. When I emerged from the bathroom, Erin sat on my bed wearing a pair of white cotton underwear and a gray tank top. I instantly noticed that her full breasts were not bound by a bra. My eyes then moved over her sleek crossed legs. I would have loved to kneel before her, moving those panties to the side and make love to her with my mouth. My hunger for her only dissipated when I finally saw that she was casually holding the porno magazine in her hands.

“Is this yours?” she asked, looking evenly over the cover.

I blanched fearing that she might scold me or say that I was sinful for even possessing such a thing. “Your grandfather gave that to me,” I stuttered. “He thinks I need to. . .uh. . . I’m not into that sort of thing, usually. Are you mad?”

Erin looked at me with a curious frown. “Why should I be mad, love?”

Slowly, I moved to lean against the frame of my bathroom door, feeling that familiar stirring just beneath the surface of my navy pants. I opened my mouth to speak but, found my voice had abandoned me.

Erin opened the magazine, lightly turning through its pages. She tilted her head a bit to the left, sending her long hair falling over her shoulder. Her study intensified as she stopped her scan, focusing her study on one particular woman.

“She’s pretty,” I heard her say as she motioned with her chin for me to look at the woman holding her attention.

I pushed off the door, going to sit beside my daughter on the bed. My brown eyes grew wide as I realized that she was looking at the woman, who had held my attention only a few moments before; the woman that I related so successfully to her.

“Yeah,” I said rubbing the back of my neck.

“Was I not supposed to know that you had this?”

Actually, I wasn’t sure how I had expected her to react to my owning a magazine like this. The casual manner in which she allowed her eyes to drift over the pages was driving me wild. She was inviting me to look at these images with her.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed the way I kept rubbing the back of my neck.

“What’s wrong with your neck?” Erin asked, turning the page.

“Nothing,” I lied.

Her brown eyes looked away from the magazine, finding mine. Erin focused on me, searching for the answer to her question which she knew would be hidden within my eyes. She frowned thoughtfully. “You hurt yourself exercising.”

“It’s just a little knot,” I said, wondering how she always did that. “It’s nothing, really.”

Erin stood up, handing me the magazine.

“Are you leaving?” I asked nervously.

“Do you want me to?”

“No.” I took her hand in mine, not wanting to let her go.

Smiling in a way that warmed my heart, Erin touched my cheek. “Lie down.”

My heart began to beat wildly as a flurry of lurid images flooded my mind. “Why?”

Erin gently guided me onto my stomach, making sure that I propped a pillow comfortably under my chin. She crawled onto the bed, straddling my hips. As her hands began to move over my back in a tender massage, she asked, “How’s that?”

I closed my eyes, enjoying her hands on me more than I thought possible. “Hold on,” I said, pretending to be uncomfortable.

Moving beneath her, I could feel my lower back rubbing against her through those thin cotton panties. The tightening of her thighs drew my attention as her body instinctively reacted to my seemingly innocent movements.

“Better?” she asked, when I had stopped my squirming.

I knew that she had leaned forward a bit. Her voice had seemed closer, the slope of her sex had changed to a different angle, tormenting me wonderfully and her breasts were now dangling just above my back. Through the fabric of her shirt I could feel that her nipples had hardened as a result of my actions.

“Sorry.” I wasn’t in the least. I would have done the same if I had it to do, again. “I just needed to get into a better position.” Now, that part had been true. I did want to get into a better position and this one was bliss.

“So,” I sighed as the massage continued. “What was it that you needed?”

Erin’s hands were moving over me like someone, who had more than just a casual experience at relieving certain tensions. She had the skill of a woman, who had seduced many a man into her bed.

“I came in here to talk to you about tomorrow,” she said.

“Yeah, I was wondering about that too.” That was an understatement. I was dying to know what she had in store for me.

“I was hoping that we could go for a drive along the coast.”

“In the convertible,” I added, seeing where this was going.

“You know me too well,” she chuckled softly.

I smiled. Erin had always loved going for long drives. There was something about being on the open road that brought comfort to her. “I don’t know, Erin.” I was dying to see how she would try to convince me.

“Please, Daddy,” she said, doing the remarkable and gentling her massage even more. A deep sigh left my lips as I tried to feign reluctance. The truth was that I looked forward to our drives as much as she did. I could not remember the last time that we had been out like that. She had been so busy lately with her new job and her ex. “Alright.”

I listened to her laugh happily.

“Thank you, Daddy. I knew you’d say, ‘yes.'”

Looking over my shoulder, I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. “You’re spoiled, Erin.”

“I know it.” Smirking, she asked, “Would you like to know a secret?”

“Sure, love. Tell me.”

The smile that she had on her face changed to a more serious expression. She leaned forward, stopping with her lips near my ear. “I think, you like spoiling me.”

I took in a deep breath, loving the feel of her breath tickling her ear and her chest pressed closely to my back. I would have given anything for her to remain so close but, as she pulled away, I could feel myself missing the warmth of her body. She was pushing up to put an end to the massage . I didn’t want this to be over so quickly.