My Son’s Friends

My Son’s friends
Part 1
I get to know his girlfriend a little better
Teen, oral, teasing, older male/teen

This is an adult erotic story (or at least it was written as one). If you’re under the legal age wherever you happen to be, don’t like these types of stories, or are close minded, judgmental, ignorant or for any other reason you think these types of stories are disgusting, leave, delete it and go away forever.

This story is all fantasy based on people I do know and an overactive imagination. Obviously I’ve changed names as well as some relationships, and other pertinent data to protect the….. You know the rest.
My name is Brad. I’m 40, about 5’11, in fair shape and happily married for 20 years to Julie, my college sweetheart. Julie is 5’9” 140 lbs, slim with 36C tits, a still firm round tight ass and chestnut hair with just a hint of red. The relationship between my wife and me has always been great as well as open. We have amazing, uninhibited sex whenever either of us wants, and have been known to open our bedroom to a select few very close friends. More on that another time..
Our son Mark is our pride and joy. He’s 18, maintains a 4.0 in his senior year of high school. He’s about 6’4, 250 and very athletic. He also has a girlfriend that seems made for him, Nikki.
Ok, I know what you want, so here’s what I’ll tell you about Nikki. Nikki is also a high school senior, absolutely gorgeous, just turning 18. She’s about 5’4, all of 110 pounds soaking wet and the definition of petite. Of course she is a cheerleader and looks so hot in her little uniform that I can’t stand up for a while when she comes in the house wearing it. She has a tight, firm apple butt, and a pair of amazing 34B pert breasts. When she isn’t wearing her cheerleading uniform, she usually wears skintight shirts that make her nipples stand out and mini skirts that are just below the panty line.
We’ve always had a good relationship with our son and all of his friends. They spend more time at our house than their own and know they’re always welcome.
Mark’s girlfriend Nikki is different. She and I have had a very nice and friendly, although platonic, relationship almost since she started dating Mark, almost a year ago.

I was alone in the living room one day while Mark was out with his friends and Julie was working when Nikki walked in the back door, grabbed and soda and joined me on the sofa. She leaned over and kissed my cheek, looked at me and sweetly reminded me that she thought of me as her daddy. I patted her thigh innocently without looking at her, telling that Julie and I love her too and think of her as one of our kids. I couldn’t help but notice her smooth luscious skin as I removed my hand from her 18 year old leg.
I hadn’t paid much attention to her until that time, and finally glanced over at her. She was sitting cross- legged, facing me. Without trying, and unconciously, I saw right up her very short skirt and into a sexy light blue silky thong. I turned quickly away, red faced, hoping she hadn’t noticed what I obviously saw. If she noticed, she didn’t let on, acting totally normal. My cock had started to stir. It was bunched up in my shorts, and was trying to stretch itself out and sneak down my pants leg. I did the best I could to prevent this, but if she had looked at me, it would have looked like a mouse squirming in my pants. Trying to act as normal as possible, I looked at the TV and avoided turning my head, afraid of the results.
She just kept talking as if nothing was wrong and asked if she could talk to me about “stuff”. Not thinking anything of it, I told her of course, you can talk to me about anything at all.

Chapter 2, Nikki’s Story

She started out by telling me that she had tried to talk to her parents about sex from the time she was 13, but they would just tell her she didn’t need to know anything other than it was a sin outside of marriage. They even refused to let her take Sex Ed in school, a big mistake in my estimation.
I looked at her wide eyed and wondered to myself how parents in this day and age could or would want to avoid having “the talk” with all of their children, but especially teens entering the curious stage. Oh well, it takes all kinds.
She blushed as she told me that even as early as 13, she would feel tingling in her girl thing. I stopped her with a little laugh, told her that if she was old enough to hear about sex, she was old enough to call it by one of its normal, accepted names.