Fucked My Friend's 18-Year Old Daughter
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I was scrolling through Instagram late Monday night, liking occasional posts, watching a few videos and preparing to go to sleep. That's when I saw Vinny's post. He was wishing his daughter Jennifer, a happy 18th birthday. I liked the post but ignored the essay he had written, presumably saying how proud he is of her and all she has accomplished. I would have thought nothing of it until I accidentally tapped the image again, revealing Jennifer's account.
Don't do it, just ignore it, don't be a creep! My dick won over my brain and I tapped again to her account. My eyes must have doubled in size and my dick certainly tripled at least. I tapped the most recent image. I gawked and stared at an image of a laughing 18-year old Jennifer standing on the beach with one hand in the air and the other on her hips, her right leg bent halfway. Her dirty blond hair shined like the crystal clear blue water behind her, but it was the C cup tits nearly popping out of her pale pink bikini top that my eyes couldn't resist.
I stared. And stared. And stared some more, zooming in multiple times. This is so wrong, this is Vinny's daughter, I kept thinking. Her caption read something to effect of "thank you so much to my friends for making my 18th birthday memorable." But that body, ugh, I was obsessed. I finally came to my senses and tapped to back out of the photo and her account when something terrible happened. Shit, shit, shit! My finger suffered a Freudian slip and I liked the picture. I unliked it within two seconds and closed out Instagram entirely, watched some porn to satisfy myself and went to sleep.
The next morning, thinking nothing of last night's near Insta-disaster, I glanced at my notifications. To my horror, Jennifer had followed me. My heart began to pound and I nearly trembled. No, no, no, there's no way she saw that like! I pulled up Instagram and confirmed that Jennifer had in fact followed me. Worse yet, she had liked over a dozen of my pictures, most of which were of me. Even worst of all, she commented on a picture of me wearing a suit from a few months back, saying "Looking sharp, Mr. [Smith]!!" I panicked, not knowing what to do. I couldn't remove her or block her, as that would be too obvious. I didn't want to ignore her either. I had to confront the situation and apologize. I pulled up her profile, fought the overwhelming urge to stare at her bikini picture again and sent her a direct message, reading "Hi Jennifer, happy birthday! I'm sorry for liking your photo, that was inappropriate of me. I hope you and your dad are well!" Sent.
Later that day at lunch, I saw an Instagram notification and opened the app. I nearly spit out my coffee when I read her reply. "Heyy Mr. Smith!! It's ok haha it was flattering tbh! I was hoping it wasn't an accident lol ;)" My heart was pounding again and dick swelling. Desperate to reply quickly, I said "Thank you but yes it was an accident!"
That night, I again read her reply, "aww too bad lol!" Then another message, "You don't think I'm pretty?!" What the actual fuck? I thought. Why is she doing this? After contemplating my next steps and calming my dick down, I replied, "Of course you are Jennifer, but that was inappropriate of me!" Within minutes, she messaged back, "No it's not, I'm an adult now lol ;) I'm glad you think I'm pretty." Is she flirting with me? "Ha, yes you are, welcome to adulthood!" She promptly responded again, "Thankssss, I'm so excited! Anything I should know about being an adult now?" I told her adulthood meant was full of responsibilities but it's also exciting to get into the "real world," etc.
Then out of the blue, I noticed another DM from her but this time my notification didn't show any text preview. I was confused and pulled up her message. My eyes (and dick) bulged again. Jennifer had sent me a selfie of her smiling in a bathroom mirror wearing a tight revealing black dress. Her shoulders and cleavage were blatantly showing and her legs halfway up her knees were visible too. No, no, no, no, no... she must have sent this to the wrong person, I thought, rationalizing in my head. "Wrong person?" I replied. Within a minute, Jennifer had replied, "No!! Just for you. What do you think? ;)" I almost fell out of my seat. I must have spent ten minutes pondering a semblance of a reply, yet all I could come up with is, "You're very pretty, Jennifer."
As the night wore on, I couldn't resist peeking at Jennifer's Instagram story, and to make matters worse, I was hanging out with some friends, which included Vinny. Jennifer was dancing and twerking for all to see at a club apparently only a few miles from where we were. I had half a mind to pay her a visit, but I resisted the temptation. Eventually, Jennifer DMed me again.
"Hey can I ask a HUGE favor??" Her message read. Uh-oh, why do I have a bad feeling about this? "Of course, shoot." She immediately replied, "omg thanks! Do you think I could crash at your place tonight? My friends are all wasted and my dad would kill me if I came home like this. I told him I was staying at my friend's beach house tonight. I know this is a lot but please!!" I re-read the message at least three times. What the hell do I say? I thought about Vinny and ultimately decided it was safer for his daughter to stay with me than venture elsewhere if she really was drunk. "Sure Jennifer, if that's what you need to be safe, that's fine." She instantly replied, "omg ty so much!! I'll be over in an hour! ;)" An hour? Shit! I needed to excuse myself with her own father!
"Hey guys, I'm gonna jet, I have family coming over in the morning and I have to prepare everything tonight." I announced, directed at Vinny.
"Aww come on man, the fight hasn't started yet! And didn't you say you wanted to take a chick home tonight?" One of my friends said, referencing a Pay-per-view fight coming up. Despite their finest efforts, I excused myself and raced home to clean the condo, as if I was having a date come over. About an hour later, there was another DM from Jennifer. "What's your address? About to Uber." I started typing my address and then stopped myself. "Why don't I save you the money and pick you up?" She replied, "omg you're the best!!"
I pulled up to the address she sent me and scanned the crowded entrance. There were several bouncers trying to keep a rowdy crowd under control. I had never been to this place but I was getting questionable vibes already. Right on cue, Jennifer, still wearing the stunning black dress, tightly wrapped around her 5'3" figure, emerged from the exit door. She had a concerned look on her face and looked left and right.
"Jennifer!" I yelled out the passenger window, gesturing to her to my car. She saw me and jogged over awkwardly in her heels. She quickly climbed into my car, nearly losing her balance.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Smith!" She leaned over and hugged me. I became mesmerized by the intoxicating scent of her perfume and couldn't resist a quick peek at her stunning breasts just inches from my face.
Suddenly, a police siren wailed. "Let's go, no parking, keep moving!" I drove off and turned around the block. "Shit, keep going!" Jennifer exclaimed, and I noticed Vinny across the street with my other friends smoking outside. They had gone to a different spot after I left!
The brief drive back to my condo was full of small talk and she mentioned how she didn't feel safe at the club and how her friends, who were supposed to all spend the night with her at one of their places, had all drunkenly found guys for the night. She was definitely buzzed, but was apparently far more coherent than her friends. I applauded her decision to remove herself from the situation. As I pulled into my building's parking lot, she briefly reached her hand over my leg. I pretended to ignore her but caught her smirking out of the corner of my eye.
I led her inside and she kicked off her heels right away. "Can I get you a snack or anything?"
"No, Mr. Smith, but can I use the shower?" She asked seemingly embarrassed. I agreed and led her to the restroom, pulling the door shut as she entered. Seconds later, I noticed the door creek open, so I turned around to close it again. I glanced inside the restroom. Fuck! Jennifer was already topless; her dress was down to her waist.
"I-I... I'm so sorry, Jennifer, I didn't mean to--" I scrambled for words, pretending to ignore her masterpieces of C cups exposed in my bathroom. She grinned and blushed.
"It's ok, Mr. Smith, I don't mind!" She winked and bit her lip. My naïve self really thought...