Doing my best to be patient, I waited for a sign that Joy was sleepy. A couple of times during the movie, she stifled a yawn, then offered me a guilty smile.

I knew my best friend almost as well as I knew myself. As hard as she tried to stay up till eleven, her natural sleep cycle inevitably won the battle. 

The film still had thirty minutes left when she grudgingly rose from the couch. Turning toward her dad, she leaned to give him a hug. 

"Can't stay awake anymore." Her words were a drowsy mumble. 

Shane patted her back, his touch consoling. "It's okay, honey. Tomorrow, I'll tell you how the movie ends."

"No!" she squealed, suddenly animated. "No spoilers." Her gaze drifted to me; I was curled up in my usual spot, an old recliner Joy's mom kept threatening to throw out. "See you in a few, Myla."

"Yep!" I replied brightly. "I'll be up once the movie's over."

That actually wasn't my plan, but I knew Joy would be asleep upstairs before the film credits started rolling. Joy's mom had gone to bed at half past nine.

Shane and I both wished Joy good night, and he watched her stroll out of the den.

Once he and I were alone, I allowed myself to stare at his profile. I'd memorized every feature of his face by now, yet I never grew tired of studying him. 

To my disappointment, he merely returned his attention to the movie. I became fidgety, then resentful. I wanted to claim the spot at his side, which Joy had just left. 

Instead, I reminded myself to be patient. A few more minutes wouldn't hurt me.

Now that Joy and I were eighteen, it didn't make much sense for me to spend the night at her house. After all, I lived nearby, and my drive home would take no time at all. But she and I had been friends forever; old rituals were hard to abandon.

And while she thought nothing of asking me to stay over, I knew she'd never forgive me if she discovered the real reason I eagerly accepted her invitation. 

The real reason was sitting just feet away from me. 

When the film's score swelled, signaling the conclusion, Shane remained on the couch. He continued staring straight ahead, as if he were all alone in the room. 

I was the one who stood and stretched my arms high above my head, desperate to grab his attention. My skimpy tank top rose farther up my belly, just as I intended. 

No reaction from my friend's dad. My disappointment began to morph into acute anxiety. Maybe he'd meant what he said before, when he told me it couldn't happen again.

Swallowing hard, I straightened my top and pushed my shoulders back. My blonde hair was pulled into a messy ponytail in an effort to show off my cheekbones, which I considered my best feature. Well, after my tits.

"So, good night then," I told Shane in a breezy tone. As if I hadn't been sitting here all evening imagining the moment we could touch. As if I hadn't gotten my panties wet in the process.

I made a point to walk between the couch and the coffee table in front of it, so I would be just inches from Shane as I passed.

I'd almost reached him when he lifted his right foot and planted it against the table's edge. Now, his leg blocked me from moving forward.

My pulse started its insistent drumming at the side of my neck. Somehow, I hid my excitement as Shane finally tilted his head back to regard me.

"Where do you think you're going?"

His voice was low, competing with the music from the television, but I could hear him. Right now, he didn't look like Joy's dad. Gone was his goofy smile and good-natured teasing. 

Right now, he looked like he was about to spring from the couch and pounce on me. His blue eyes, always dark, held even more shadow in the room's low lamplight. His black hair was slightly tousled. I could tell he hadn't bothered shaving today, as it was the weekend. I remembered how that stubble felt scraping along my skin. 

"I'm going to bed," I replied. Christ, I could feel my nipples hardening beneath my top!

Shane shook his head. "Not while looking like that, you aren't."

Feigning ignorance, I glanced down at my outfit. "What do you mean?"

"Don't try to act innocent, Myla." He leaned forward and extended a hand. His fingers grazed my bare thigh. "All night, you've been close to flashing your tits in that top. And these shorts..." His touch moved higher. "They're so tight, I can see the outline of your pussy. Are you even wearing panties?"

I stood completely still, breathing faster. He worked his fingers into my shorts, and I had to fight back a moan.

"No panties." While holding my stare, Shane caressed my smooth outer labia. Exploring further, he added, "You're so hot and slick."

He placed his free hand near his groin, and I could see the erection tenting his lightweight sweatpants. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who'd forgone underwear. He'd prepared for this night, too.

"You said..." My voice weakened to a whimper. "You said we wouldn't do this again."

His touch was instinctive, homing in just where I craved it. A hot flood of guilt coursed through my insides when I thought of Joy and her mom asleep upstairs.

"Are you saying you don't want to?" Shane rubbed himself through his pants, strengthening his hard-on.

"I want to," I blurted out, far too quickly.

He flashed a knowing smile, then stood. I let him seize my wrist and guide me, let him circle me around the couch so I could lean against the back of it.

And I let him strip me out of my shorts.

"We could get caught," I dared to point out.

"Then we'd better make it quick."

Positioning himself behind me, he worked my legs farther apart. The feel of his hand between my thighs caused me to thrust my ass in his direction.

"Horny little thing." His breath was warm at my neck. 

"Hurry!" I urged. Though I felt brutally exposed, half-naked and bent over the couch, my pussy continued throbbing. The room was now silent except for my heavy breathing. 

I heard the rustle of his clothing, followed by the insistent prod of his cockhead. He slid the tip along my folds, then eased into my cunt. Just like last time, he started out deceptively gentle. But I knew to grab onto the couch in order to steady myself.

"Ah, fuck!" Shane sighed. Buried inside me, he twitched and pulsed. "This is all I've thought about."

I grinned at his confession. "Have you jerked off while fantasizing about my pussy?" 

"Every night!"

Taking hold of my hips, he began pumping his own. My mouth fell open, and my eyes rolled; I was glad he couldn't see my face. The faintest moan revealed my pleasure. Our bodies made a hollow clapping sound every time he drove his cock all the way inside me. 

Sliding his palms upward, he lifted my top and grabbed my breasts. The little whines emerging from my throat only made him wilder, rougher.

With my legs spread and my pussy offered up to my friend's dad, I felt like a dirty whore. His whore.

"Fuck me," I chanted quietly. "Fuck my pussy harder!"

Through his grunts, he taunted me. "Such a slut."

Instead of dimming my arousal, his words made me tremble with the need to come. 

"Are you like this with anyone else?" Shane demanded.

I shook my head. "Only you."

"Mmm, that's my girl."

Buried inside my cunt, he drew me toward him until I was standing upright. His hand went to my throat, and I had to balance on my tiptoes while impaled on his dick. 

He fucked me hard and fast, his fingers exerting pressure at my neck. When he sought out my clit, I wanted to scream, but it took effort merely to breathe. 

"Come for me." He was panting, his cock merciless. "And then I'm going to come in you."

Reaching behind me, I scrabbled for purchase. I clawed at his shirt, then his arms. 

Finally, I surrendered. My orgasm felt like a series of disorienting jolts, so powerful that I struggled to stay on my feet. Shane fucked me through it even as I slumped against him. 

I ended up draped over the back of the couch again, my entire body quaking. Shane's rhythm faltered just before he sucked in a sharp breath. In the second that followed, there was utter stillness around me, within me. I knew he was tensing up, on the edge of his own release.

His cum shot forth in rapid-fire bursts, striking my inner walls. The sensation sent a delicious aftershock through me, and despite the risk, my pussy tightened from another round of contractions. 

This was a line we'd retreated from before. Now, we crossed it willingly. Later, as I slept beside my friend, I'd feel traces of her father's cum seeping out of me. I'd feel a twinge of shame even while I craved more.

But for now, I moaned as Shane withdrew. Still feeling flushed and rubbery-limbed, I stayed where I was. It was he who grabbed some tissues and set about cleaning me up. 

"I'm sorry I got carried away." He was gentle in tending to my pussy.

"I wanted you to."

Shane helped me back into my shorts, then showered my face and hair with kisses. The final kiss he saved for my mouth. 

"I'll be more careful next time," he whispered. 

I slipped my arms around him and pressed my face against his chest in order to hide my smile.

It wasn't his vow to be careful that elated me. Instead, it was his other promise, spoken without hesitation. 

Next time.