My Daughter’s Best Friend

You see, I own my own business; not a big company but it earns me a decent living. I started it 10 years ago, it has grown exponentially and does pretty well now but it still requires hard work and some long hours at times.

My daughter had graduated high school, was tired of working menial jobs and was going off to college. She has a close friend that wasn’t going to go to college and she asked me if I would be willing to give her a job. Well seeing as how I already have 10 employees, I didn’t really need another one. She played the spoiled daughter part well and begged and pleaded with me until I finally gave in. I guess I can use an office assistant to do some menial work around the office. I told her to have Jessica come in on Monday and bring in a resume’.

Monday came and I was in the office by 7:00am as normal, sat down at my desk with a fresh cup of coffee and started going over some reports that were on my desk. At close to 7:30, my secretary came over the speaker and said that a “Jessica” was here to see me. I re stacked my paperwork and sat it aside before I walked out to greet Jessica.

She was dressed very nice and professional in a ladies business type of suit. Her hair was done very nicely and her makeup was flawless, just enough to accent her facial structure and not so much as to look made up. I asked smiled and greeted her, then asked her to come on back so we could go over her resume’. She followed me back to the office and had a seat. “Cup of coffee?” I asked. “Why not,” she said. I retrieved her a cup and then took my chair behind my big wooden desk. Right off, she thanked me for giving her a chance and promised me that she would do whatever was required to make me glad that I had given her a position. Inside, I smiled thinking, “anything?” She had a smile the whole time we talked and was very personable. I told her that we were going to have her help out my secretary, Debi, by answering phones and doing some typing so that she could spend more time dealing with record keeping and customer follow-ups. She smiled and thanked me again.

Lunchtime came and Jessica offered to pick me something up while she was out getting her own lunch. “Sure, just grab me a burger, fries and a drink from somewhere,” I said.

While she was gone, I asked Debi how she was doing. She said she was doing a great job staying busy and was quite proficient on the computer, also seeming to be very friendly and outgoing while answering the phones. Jessica came back with lunch and I figured I would sit and eat with her so as not to seem rude since she fetched my lunch.

Well, 4:00 came and I was still working at my desk when Jessica knocked and asked if I was leaving yet.

“Nope, I have to finish going through a presentation that I’m working on for tomorrow,” I said.

“Oh, I was going to ask you if you could follow me to the car dealership so I could drop off my car tonight and then maybe give me a ride home.” “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even have bothered you,” she said.

“Oh, its no big deal, I just have to stay a bit late and get this stuff done is all, If you want to wait, I can run you by there when I’m done.”

“Wow, that’s really nice of you, thanks so much.”

I smiled and started getting back to my work. About half an hour went by and I was about to leave my office. I had just gotten to the door when it flew open and hit me, spilling a half a cup of cold coffee, which I was going to go dump, all over myself. Jessica placed her hands over her face and started apologizing and crying, saying how sorry she was. “I should have knocked, oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she pleaded.

I told her it was no biggie and teased that now she was going to owe me. She grabbed some napkins and started blotting at my shirt. I didn’t notice earlier how sweet her perfume was, but then again, she hadn’t been this close to me before either. As she blotted, I kind of leaned forward a bit and gently inhaled the sweet aroma. She noticed and said, “Prizm.”

“Huh?”

“Prizm, my perfume, its called Prizm.”

“Oh, its very sexy smelling,” I said, and then caught myself. “I mean it smells very nice.”

“I heard you the first time,” she snapped back sexily.

“I’m sorry, I should have chose my words more carefully”

“No!” she said, “I think its very flattering for an older guy to think I smell sexy.” “Do you really think I smell sexy Mr. C.?”

“Well, to be honest, yeah, I mean who wouldn’t think so, your perfume is simply intoxicating.”

She looked at me with glassy eyes that now showed a sexy droop to them. Bedroom eyes, is what came to mind. Oh, what was I doing, I’m a married man and this is one of my daughter’s dearest friends.

I remember way back when, she was one of the teenage girls that would come to my daughter’s sleepover parties and sit up giggling and carrying on all night. I never paid any attention to them though, hell, they were just teenagers. But now, here was one of them all grown up, a REAL woman. Her body has shape, curves that went in all of the right directions. Her breasts were large and full; I couldn’t help but imagine how firm they must be. Why, I bet her nipples have an upward point to them and giggle in just the right way when she’s fucked nice and hard. “Wake up!” I told myself. These impure thoughts were creating quite a panic in my pants now and I just knew she would notice.

Snapping me back to reality I heard her say, “Mr. C, I really turn you on, don’t I?”

Oh my God, she was staring right at my crotch and my cock was as hard as a log.

“I’m sorry Jessica, I guess my mind got to wandering and, and, well I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t be sorry, it’s very flattering.” “In fact, I’ve always been turned on by older men, I mean mature guys, the guys my age act like idiots and don’t even know how to flatter a girl.”

With those words said, she leaned into me and pressed her young lips against mine. I froze, not knowing how to react. She pulled back from me and looked hungrily into my eyes and then tried putting her lips on mine again. This time I didn’t hesitate, I kissed her back. Her tongue parted my lips and slid into my mouth. It was firm, warm and wet; it tenderly touched mine and swirled around it with passion. My arms went to her waist and pulled her into me. Her body was warm and relaxed, her hands went around my neck and her breathing became a bit erratic. We must have kissed for 10 minutes or so and my cock never did go soft during that time. We finally broke the kiss and she gave me a tender peck as she ended it, just before pulling away. I stood there is disbelief and probably looked a fool as I am sure I had nothing but a blank stare on my face.

Jessica spoke first, “Mr. C, your not mad at me are you? I know your married and we probably shouldn’t have done that but I couldn’t help myself, I think you’re so sexy and I’ve always wandered what it would be like to be with you.” “Ever since I was 18, I’ve fantasies about you.”

“No, its my fault Jessi, I shouldn’t have let it happen, but I too got caught up in the moment.” “After all, it was only a kiss, its not like we had sex or anything.” I then chuckled a bit to lighten the mood.