Teenager’s Dream

”Okay, okay… fuck, marry, kill. Tyler from the Starbucks on Fifth Street… Chris Pine… or my dad?”

“Ew, Tess, don’t be gross!” The young brunette scrunched her nose up playfully, falling backwards to sprawl out on the couch. “Your dad is, like, fifty years old.”

“He’s forty-four, chill. Say you’d kill him, then.”

“Well, cuz, like… I wouldn’t. Not… not necessarily.”

“What?” Zoey giggled as she swallowed the sip she’d taken from her red plastic cup. “Dude, that’s my dad.”

“I know, but he’s, like… I – fuck, I dunno, I’ve had, like, seven of these things, I’m not thinking straight.” Zoey raised an eyebrow at her, and the other woman rolled her eyes. “Fine, I just… I dunno, I’d fuck him, probably. He’s got this, like… this weird hot-badass-cop thing going on.”

“Dude, ew! That’s my dad!” Zoey groaned with a smile.

“You asked!”

The girls dissolved into a fit of giggles, hushing each other as if they weren’t home alone in the dead of night, due to Zoey’s dad working a graveyard shift tonight. She wondered if she should tell Tess that she felt almost the same – that Tess’s dad was the only man Zoey had ever had a long-term crush on. They were drunk, after all – would she remember? She decided against it, instead taking another swig from her drink and letting Tess finish her “Fuck, Marry, Kill” answer.

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Yet another pink pen began to run dry as Zoey finished jotting down the details of her dream into her diary. Another wet dream about Tess’s dad, Monroe, had woken her with insatiable horniness and distracting guilt. She sighed as she tucked the diary under her bedside desk, safe and hidden, then rolled onto her back and mused over her stupid attraction to that incredible man.

Monroe Banks was genuinely one of the most handsome men Zoey had ever met. Sure, he was over a decade and a half older than her, but that didn’t stop her from drooling over him. He had soft blue eyes the color of a dusty morning sky, and short, fluffy ginger-brown hair to match the full, scruffy beard adorning his fawn-colored face. He was a slightly heavy-set man, a lovely example of a “dad-bod”, and Zoey could see the muscle that the little bit of extra weight concealed. His voice was low and silky, carrying an air of dominance that, shamefully, made her heart flutter any time he spoke to her. Fuck, she’d give anything to bang a man like that.

The only issue was that he was her best friend’s dad.

Zoey and Tess had been friends since sixth grade, and now that they were each nineteen, it felt like they’d done everything together. They’d been each other’s confidants when they’d each gotten their first period, or had their first kiss, and had even been each other’s prom dates when their boyfriends had cheated or broken up with them. They were each other’s ride-or-die, and the bond made it all the more embarrassing and shameful when Zoey caught herself checking Monroe out again. She couldn’t help herself, but she still felt overwhelmed with guilt every time she masturbated to the thought of him taking her virginity. She could never do that to Tess.

Her fantasy would have to remain just that – a fantasy. What was the harm in simple daydreams? That was how she justified it, at least, as her hand slipped into her panties once again.

Mornings were especially difficult for her when it came to keeping her arousal under control. She had such a crush on Monroe that her dreams were often filled with images of him on top of her, or with his head between her legs, and it drove her insane when she finally woke up. Too often she woke up with a mess already pooling between her thighs, and she let the fading images from her dream play on repeat in her head this morning as her fingers circled over her already swollen clit. She moaned softly, one hand dragging her blanket up to her face to cover the blush already rising in her cheeks as she slid two fingers inside of herself, imagining Monroe’s tongue in place of her own hand. She stopped for a moment, but it was only to reach into her bedside drawer and pull out her vibrator – a simple four-inch bullet that hit her g-spot perfectly., With another soft moan, she clicked it to the first setting, her warm brown eyes shut tight as she pictured everything she wanted Monroe to do to her. Too soon, she was already so close… she wondered just how big his cock was as she clicked it up another notch… she imagined how he tasted… how much he could stretch her virgin pussy open…

“Zoey, you awake, hun?”

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. She’d forgotten that her own father didn’t leave for work until noon on Fridays. Her eyes flew open as she scrambled to turn the purple toy off, and she tossed it into her drawer with just enough time to close it before her dad knocked on her door. “Come in!” she called as casually as possible, hoping the flush in her face would disappear.

The doorknob turned as she sat up, and her dad’s face poked into the room, blue eyes alight with innocent happiness. “Morning, kiddo! Hungry?”

“Depends on what you’re making.”

“Pancakes?”

“Hell yeah,” Zoey giggled. “I’ll be down in a second, just gotta get dressed.” Her father nodded, closing the door behind him as he left, and Zoey sighed in frustration. She hated not being able to finish, but there was no way she could manage it now, especially with the all-too-familiar guilt setting in. No, she’d have to sit and endure the struggle of itching to cum all day now. Lovely.

She tossed the comforter off of her body and wandered to her closet, taking a moment to admire herself in the full-body mirror that hung on the inside of the closet door. Her gently-tanned skin and rosy cheeks complimented her dark hair perfectly – deep chocolate tresses that fell to the middle of her shoulder blades in luxurious waves. With a soft purse of her light pink lips as she studied her figure, she grabbed her large sleep shirt on either side of the waist and pulled it tight behind her back, satisfied with the way her somewhat chubby curves gave her a delightful hourglass shape. She didn’t look mixed, but her Latina genes definitely showed in her plump tits and her wide, round hips. Not bad for a nineteen-year-old, she figured.

Grabbing a pair of pajama pants out of her laundry basket that she’d only worn once so far, she pulled them on hastily and hurried downstairs, her stomach growling at the smell of vanilla coming from the kitchen.

Breakfast was uneventful, and Zoey bid her father a good day at work with only one thing on her mind: getting herself off.

Almost as soon as her father’s car left the driveway, she hurried back upstairs and stripped naked, her pussy still dripping with desire as she laid herself out on her bed again and spread her legs. Her hand was between her thighs almost immediately, and she grabbed her phone with her free hand, unlocking it and scrolling hastily to find something that would stimulate her mind as well as her needy wet cunt. Reddit, Twitter, PornHub… nothing was doing it for her.

Fuck it.

Her right hand hesitated between her legs as her left tapped through her phone until she found Facebook. She never even used hers – not for anything other than Monroe. She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth as she found his profile, scrolling just a bit further down, until his smiling face was staring right back at her. Her fingers began tracing gentle circles over her clit almost unconsciously, a small moan escaping her lips as Monroe’s frozen-in-time blue gaze bored into her. She could only wish it were his fingers dragging back and forth over her cunt before sliding in, pumping in long, steady strokes that were already getting her closer and closer. Her hips bucked against her own touch as she toyed with herself, but it wasn’t enough. She was dangling right on the edge of orgasm, her body aching with the need to cum and the frustration of not being able to.

For the second time that morning, she stopped just long enough to reach into her bedside drawer and grab her vibrator.