The knock on the door startled me. It was the night before Thanksgiving and I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened the door, and to my surprise I was greeted by my beautiful step-daughter, Stephanie. We hugged and I told I was surprised to see her so early. Stephanie reminded me of her mother in so many great ways. As we hugged, I looked past Steph at the shapely figure of another young woman standing on the porch.
“Who’s your friend?” I asked, breaking the hug and extending my hand to welcome Stephanie’s college friend into the house.
Lexi stood about 5’2’, beaming an infectious smile that belied her devilish side that I would later learn about. She smiled, and proffered a wink as we shook hands.
“Hugs,” I said, “are perfectly acceptable.”
Lexi extended her arms, palms up and I slipped between them. Her perfume was intoxicating.
Stephanie tossed her back pack on the couch and Lexi did the same.
“I hope you don’t mind me bringing along a friend,” Stephanie said apologetically. “It’s ten hours for her to go home and she wants to wait to go home a t Christmas.”
“It is perfectly OK,” I replied.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of Lexi. She was drop-dead gorgeous, with her long slender legs and model-like features. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell she felt slightly uncomfortable because she took up a seat to herself on the far side of the room as Steph and I chatted on the couch.
“No boyfriend?” I asked Stephanie.
“No dad,” Stephanie replied, “I am trying to say focused on my grades.”
“OK,” I replied, “But you’re not fooling your dad. Remember, I went to college as well.”
I looked at Lexi.
“What about you?” I asked. “Got a boyfriend?”
“Dad!” Stephanie exclaimed, cutting me off.
“I was just curious,” I apologetically replied.
“I still looking,” Lexi replied.
“I know my dad,” Stephanie replied.
“He’s fine,” Lexi replied.
Steph knew me well. She knew I was a skirt chaser.
“Dad,” Steph extolled, “Please.”
“Ok,” I acquiesced. “I’ll try to behave.”
“Why don’t you guys get comfortable?” I asked, “I’ll make us something to eat.”
Lexi and Steph headed into Steph’s bedroom as I headed into the kitchen. I could hear them talking in a hushed whisper.
“He’s cool,” I heard Lexi remark.
“And he wants you,” Steph shot back. “I know my dad.”
Lexi replied, but I couldn’t make out her reply.
Steph replied, “Hush!”
I slipped back into the kitchen and opened a bottle of chilled red wine. I laid out a plate of snack and some chips and dip. A few moments later and the girls made their way out of the bedroom, clad in cut-off shorts and t-shirts. My libido immediately took note.
The red wine was a great ice breaker. Within a short period of time, the three of us were giddily laughing about funny things we had seen or done in college.
“Back when I was in college,” I said, “Streaking was the thing to do.”
My comments drew a blank look from both Steph and Lexi. Suddenly, I realized the generation gap. They didn’t know what “streaking” was about.
Then Steph cupped her hands to her face as she looked at her cell phone.
“Please tell me you didn’t,” Steph exclaimed.
I smiled. Steph explained streaking to Lexi.
“Sounds safer than naked Twister,” Lexi replied.
“Uhmmmm-“ Stephanie interrupted, “We won’t talk about that.”
I gave Stephanie my most disapproving look I could muster, while trying to push lust thoughts about Lexi out of my mind.
“I’m going to bed,” Stephanie extolled.
“Oh come on,” Lexi begged. “Stay up a little more.”
“Nope, I’m tired,” Steph replied, staggering off towards her bedroom.
I apologized for the lack of accommodations and told Lexi I’d get her a pillow and some blankets. As I slipped a sheet on to the couch, Lexi disappeared behind me. I placed a blanket on the couch and stepped back. Lexi had shed her shorts and stood ready for the couch, sporting only pink panties and her mid-riff bearing t-shirt. She slipped on to the couch and pulled the blanket up to her chin.
“Sleep well,” I said. “If you need anything, just holler out.”
I crawled into my bed, horny as hell and pulled my blanket over myself. I switched off the lamp beside my bed. Lexi’s cute little body flooded my mind.
I was just about asleep, when I saw the outline of a figure standing at the foot of my bed.
“Oh shit!” I exclaimed.
“Can I sleep with you?” Lexi asked in a soft whisper voice. “I promise to stay on one side of the bed. The couch is not going to let me sleep very well. ”
I think I mumbled something about inappropriateness, but I couldn’t turn her down when she softly begged, “Please.”
Lexi slipped in beside me and pulled the covers up around her chin, turning on to her side and giving me her back. Neither one of said a word. I lay there on my back, for the longest time.
Finally, after a long stretch of time, Lexi whispered, “Are you asleep?”
“No,” I whispered back.
“I’m cold,” she whispered.
“Let me get another blanket,” I proffered. I had one leg off my side of the bed, when Lexi grabbed my arm.
“No,” she said, “Just stay here….closer to me.”
I pulled my side of the covers back over myself and slipped closer to where she lie on her side, her back facing me. I pressed myself up against her backside. There was no way I could hide my obvious erection.
“You feel so good,” Lexi remarked as I snuggled up against her and I slipped my hand across her soft waist and on her to flat abs.
“You’re feel pretty good as well,” I whispered.
Lexi hummed her approval as I pressed my legs up against hers.
“Someone seems a bit excited,” Lexi whispered.
‘Yeah, that happens from time to time,” I replied.
Lexi reached behind herself and felt for my manhood.
“Damn!” Lexi whsipered as she reached her prize and felt the size of my cock through my boxer briefs.
Precum had already started to leak from the tip end of my manhood.
“You’re leaking,” Lexi whispered.
“Yeah,” I apologized, “That happens from time to time as well.”
“I’m horny,” Lexi whispered.
“No shit,” I sarcastically replied. Lexi pressed her fingers past the edge of the elastic band of my underwear, feeling for my manhood.
“I hope you’re on the pill,” I whispered.
“I am,” Lexi replied.
I slipped my hand up under her cut-off t-shirt and felt for her small breasts. She took in a deep breath and then forcefully exhaled, as I slipped my hands over them. Her nipples were rock hard. There was no turning back.
I pushed my fingers into the front of her panties, which were moistened with anticipation. Lexi silently slipped her panties down her legs, as she turned and lay on her back. I slipped a lone finger into her wet pussy. She let out a deep breath and parted her legs.
I stripped out of my boxer shorts as she silently stripped out of her cut-off t-shirt. Lexi slipped on top of me, pressing her tight little teenage body against mine. She was out of control, pressing her lips to mine and thrusting her wicked tongue deep into my mouth. Although we tried to be as quiet as possible, there was no way we could hide the passion. I knew Steph could probably hear us, but at this point, I really didn’t care.
Lexi sat up, on top of me, my cock resting against her shaved vagina, the bed sheets falling off her. Her nipples were hard, perched on top of her small breasts, begging to be massaged. She slowly started to gyrate her hips in rocking motion, her hands pressing down flat on my chest, as she bit down on her lower lip.
“Fuck me,” Lexi whispered.
“Put me in and I will,” I replied. Lexi slipped the head of my cock into her pussy, then re-positioned herself, sliding my tool all the way into her wetness. Our pelvic bones met. Slowly and rhythmically, Lexi worked her hips back and forth, as my cock filled her pussy. I could feel the walls of her vagina constricting, tightening, as she ground her hips back and forth. My inner thighs tightened and I knew I was not going to be able to hold back, the inevitable.
I shot my load deep inside of Lexi, as she clinched her fists into tight balled up fists. She shook and trembled as I filled her with my manhood. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath.
Lexi collapsed on to my chest, even as my manhood withered and eventually died inside of her. I listened to her labored breathing, lessening. My cock slipped out of her. Lexi didn’t move. Her labored breathing became more shallow, more deep, until it was a light snore. I rolled her on to the bed beside me and closed my eyes.
Sometime later, I woke up and it was still dark outside. Lexi lie naked beside me. I covered her with a sheet.
I awoke again just a daylight broke through a crack in my bedroom venation blinds. I nudged my bed mate.
“You better hit the couch,” I whispered. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled.
“Thanks,” she whispered, as she kissed me on my neck. She grabbed her t-shirt and quickly headed for the couch.
I waited a few minutes and made my way to the kitchen. I stirred up some eggs and hash browns and put on some coffee.
A few minutes later, Steph appeared in the kitchen door way. I sensed her presence and bid her a “good morning.”
“Good morning,” Steph replied. She didn’t say anything else. She didn’t need to. She knew what had transpired overnight.
“Do you need any help?” she asked.
“I’ve got it,” I replied.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” Stephanie proffered.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” I replied.
Lexi chimed in from the couch, “Happy Thanksgiving.”
Stephanie never confronted me about what had transpired and for that I am grateful. As she left to head back up-State, I thanked her for coming. She looked at Lexi, who was already in the car.
“I hope you had a great weekend,” Steph said. I assured her that it had been a great weekend.
Steph smiled.
“Can I come for Christmas?” she asked.
“Sure, honey,” I replied.
“Can I bring Lexi if she decides to not go home?” Stephanie pressed.
“By all means,” I replied. “You and her are always welcome to come at any time.”
Stephanie tip-toed and tossed her arms around my neck.
“You’re the best,” she said as she planted a kiss on my cheek.
I watched as she skipped down the sidewalk and disappeared into the car. Lexi waved and I watched as they drove off down the street.
That night, when I went to bed, I shuffled my pillows and found Lexi’s pink panties under my pillow. Hopefully, she’ll be back at Christmas to reclaim them.
