This Stays Between Us, Right?

I was sitting on my couch as I did just about every Friday evening. It was about 8 pm, I was eating a slice of cold pizza and drinking Bud from a bottle, engrossed in some television show on the Spike channel. The doorbell startled me when it rang out of nowhere. My first thought was that it was my daughter, but that quickly subsided when I remembered that she would just use her key or barge in, no need to ring the bell. Besides, since her mother and I split up nearly 3 years ago, Cindy would rather stay at her mothers on the weekend. Not that I blamed her, I lived all the way on the other side of town now.

Not expecting company I sat for a moment before rising, giving a fast stretch and opening the door. Standing there was an unexpected surprise, a pretty little red head with wide green eyes, a curvy little body, and a nice little rack, make-up streaming down her face. With no rain in sight, I quickly sensed she was distraught.

“Are you okay?” I asked her, “Can I do anything to help?” It was apparent that there were many things that I wanted to do to her and I made no attempt to hide that as my eyes left her face and focused on her breasts, then made their way down her half-zipped coat to her pleated skirt and back up again.

A small smile crept across her face and stayed as she spoke, “Mr. Anthony, is Lucinda here? She told me I could come over after the game and we could hang out. You know, talk and stuff.”

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed before. I felt like kicking myself. I had just checked out my daughter’s childhood and best friend Brittany. However, it HAD been at least 3 years since I had seen the girl and wow had she grown! The once awkward and shy 13-year-old girl had definitely turned from a duckling to a swan!

“No Brit, she isn’t here. It is a Friday night, after all. Are you sure she told you to come here?” Brittany nodded. “Well, no sense in you standing outside, come on in and have a seat while you wait.”

Brittany took a seat on the black leather sofa and glanced over at my plate briefly. “Are you hungry?” I asked, “Can I get you something? A piece of pizza?” she shook her head. I offered her some soda but I got the same response. “How ‘bout a beer” I half joked. Her eyes lit up and she nodded. My eyes slipped again from hers and watched her cleavage jiggle for a moment, before I shook my own head as if to rid it of those thoughts and made my way to the kitchen. I turned back to the curly redhead and reminded her “This stays between us, right?” She nodded again and I went to get her a beer, thinking of those plump, firm tits jiggling underneath her jacket.

I came back in the room and took a seat next to her on the sofa, handing her the opened beer and a damp cloth for the make-up running down her cheeks.