Good, Clean Fun – by Outofmind

Good, Clean Fun – by OutofmindThis is a story about the things you admire, but consider unobtainable. Sometimes, those things just fade away and you remember them only in fantasies and dreams. Sometimes, though, fortune smiles and a beautiful thing falls right into your lap and your dream comes true. Life is about opportunities, and I try never to miss one. This one changed my life.There are plenty of down sides to having your c***dren associate with older k**s… not the least of which is the worry about what they’re getting into. A sixteen-year-old boy can get into enough trouble without older, “wiser” k**s to lead them astray. Whenever my son (Edward) was hanging out with Shane, who had just turned eighteen, parental instincts kicked in on overdrive… especially my wife’s. We met Shane’s parents when we were still in the military and lived in the same housing area. He was a good k** and our son was always mature for his age, so they hit it off and stayed fast friends. Still, one summer, when Edward missed his curfew after leaving with Shane for the evening to celebrate Shane’s graduation, my wife freaked out a bit. She sent me to Shane’s place to look for him.I didn’t worry. k**s would be k**s, and I thought we should trust Edward and let them have their fun. It was late and I was pissed off at her, which probably had a lot to do with some of the decisions I made that night. In the end, I’m glad she sent me.I arrived at Shane’s place at around 2am and parked on the street. I immediately noticed that Shane’s parents’ cars weren’t there, so I assumed I was dealing with a run-of-the-mill party to celebrate parental absence. I’m not one to begrudge k**s a good time. I actually think it’s good for growing up, as long as things don’t get out of hand… and, since I was here, I figured I might as well make sure. There were lights on and, when I approached the front door, only the screen was closed. I could hear voices and laughter from inside and I let myself in, closing the front door behind me. My arrival in the living room went unnoticed, as I was behind the couches and their attention was all on some stupid movie.It looked like a pretty small get-together. Shane was nowhere to be seen, but I spied Edward asleep in a recliner on the other side of the room. A couple of k**s I knew from various get-togethers with Shane’s family were engaged in some heavy making out on a couch. Another guy was sitting on the couch with them, and laughing and joking with Lacey, a girl I knew as a frequent associate of Edward and Shane, who was sitting on the adjacent love seat. I was always happy to see Lacey.Lacey was a good friend of Shane and his older sister, Kaylee. She had graduated the previous summer, so she had to be eighteen or nineteen. We had known each other incidentally for a few years, having been at many of the same get-togethers. It’s always strange to see a girl you first knew at f******n or so blossom into a young adult. She had always been a seriously pretty girl. Now, she was absolutely gorgeous… pretty close to my idea of perfect young beauty. She had perfectly straight, shoulder-length blonde hair, framing a cherubic face with high cheek-bones and a mischievous smile. All of that, along with pale skin and dark blue eyes, made her an angel to behold. She was about my height, 5’8.” I usually prefer shorter women, but her long legs, smallish breasts, and athletic figure (she had been a capable high-school athlete) suited her just fine. I always got the feeling that her innocence was only skin-deep, and I wondered what she got up to. I had entertained my share of harmless fantasies about her. I hadn’t seen her in a few months, I guess, and she seemed much more adult to me tonight.Right away, I could tell that there had been no small amount of drink consumed, and the conversation had the barely coherent quality reserved for communication amongst the highly-buzzed. I tried to keep in touch with reality, but I could see opportunity in this living room, and I didn’t want to miss it.I grabbed my cell phone and sent a quick text to my wife: “Parents are away, and caught the k**s at play. May need to stay a while and chaperone.” In just a minute, I had her reply: “Troublemakers. Keep them responsible. See you in the morning.” Satisfied that I wouldn’t have her waiting up for me, I decided to announce myself.“Well, looks like he’s not getting into any trouble,” I said, announcing my presence and gesturing to my sleeping Edward. Everyone in the room jumped and uttered assorted exclamations at the unexpected adult presence. Then, everyone just hushed until Lacey (who knew me as easy-going and open-minded) said “Heeeeeey, Mr. H” and dissolved into giggles that marked her as pretty well over the edge of intoxication. I laughed and made my way over to the love seat to her left. The others were looking to her for some indication of what to do, since she seemed to be in the know about me.I’m a pretty young parent, only in my mid-thirties now, and I had always had a less parental relationship with the teenagers we’d been around. The fact that we had plenty of older peers to play that role allowed my wife and I to be the cool parents, and we liked it. The k**s opened up to us more. In my case, there’s been no shortage of very innocent flirting with some of the girls my son and his friends hung around with, including Lacey. “You’re cool, right Mr. H.?” That was Lacey again, giving my right arm a friendly punch and collapsing onto my side in a fit of laughter. “Yeah, but you guys look to be in need of some adult supervision here,” I said with a laugh. She laughed again as she sat back up and the others joined in, feeling more comfortable. Lacey didn’t try to hide anything, and told me that Shane’s parents were out of town for the night, so he’d promptly ignored their warnings about having no parties. The k**s were all dressed up, so they must have been playing at a classy night out. What had apparently been a lively party had thinned down to these few stragglers, with Shane himself having retired for the night some time ago. Probably exceeded his alcoholic capacity, I figured. I didn’t bother to ask where they’d got the alcohol.Sitting next to her on the couch, I couldn’t help but admire her long legs and feet on the coffee table. I don’t generally think of feet as beautiful, but hers were… elegant and small, with nails painted a dark red. She was wearing a dark blue dress, with straps at the shoulders. It was already shorter than anything canlı bahis şirketleri I ever wanted to see my own daughter wearing, but as she lounged on the love seat with her feet up, her bent knees were causing it to seriously ride up. It was almost to her ass and, in front, there couldn’t have been more than a couple of inches between exposed leg and heaven territory.I sat with them for about thirty minutes as their movie wrapped up. It might have been awkward for them, but I think the joking with Lacey had helped relax them. They accepted my presence, and seemed to realize that I wasn’t going anywhere. The couple on the other couch were really going at each other, which had an impact on the tone in the room. Lacey fidgeted the entire time and, in her restlessness, worked her way over next to me, ultimately resting her head on my right shoulder. I let it pass and tried not to respond, being the responsible adult in the room, but I could smell her shampoo (something citrus) and her proximity was having a big effect on me. Her eyes were closed, but she kept emitting soft sighs, and I wasn’t sure what to make of her behavior toward me. The third k** on the other couch had become the odd man out, with Lacey now snuggling with me, and I could tell it bothered him. He was staring unabashedly at her lower body, which remained more or less uncovered in her detached state of mind. I glanced down and realized that her dress had ridden up even further, exposing the bottom edge of her black panties. This k** was getting an eyeful, but had the wrong seat for any further progress. When the movie ended, I decided I needed to play the adult before anyone got the perception that this was more than a drunk Lacey behaving inappropriately. I wasn’t exactly fully in control of my physical response at this point either, and didn’t want anyone to notice that I was rock-hard and mentally frail. “I think that’s about enough for tonight,” I said, and shifted slightly as if to get up. Lacey moaned softly in negation, a pouty look on her face.“But, I’m sleeping….” She said, now with a slight smile at the corners of her mouth. I couldn’t help but feel like this was flirting, but I also didn’t want to misread and take advantage of a drunk teen. I noticed that the couple on the couch had fallen asleep and weren’t responding at all. The jealous k** was standing and looking around the room for something. While no one was looking, I couldn’t resist and gently put my right hand on her inner thigh, about midway between knee and crotch. Her pale skin was incredibly soft and smooth… young, and my heart rate was seriously up. She gasped at my touch, and her eyes flew wide open as she looked up at me. I feared I’d misread and gone too far, so I tried to cover.“Got to wrap things up, Lacey,” I said, and reallocated my hand to pulling her dress down, as if covering her decently had been my intention all along.“Oh,” she said, looking at me for a moment before she sat up. She smiled and stretched, arching her back and exaggerating her nubile figure. She didn’t indicate any offense at my touching her. I stood up from the couch, hoping my bulge wasn’t the elephant in the room.The extra k** was looking at Lacey awkwardly, and finally said “Well… see you later.”“Yeah, see ya,” she replied as she finished stretching, not even really looking at him. He headed to the door and left.“What’s his deal?” I asked her.“Oh, that’s Mark. We had a fight. He probably expected to take me home tonight,” she said sleepily. “He was also the designated driver…” she seemed to slowly realize.That’s when I realized that I had got between Mark and his date. No wonder he had behaved strangely. I also realized that Lacey had no way to get home, and presumably no intention of getting there. I was also keenly aware that she and I were the only people left conscious in this house. I locked the front door, talking as I went.“Well, there’s no room to sleep up here, but there’s another couch in the basement,” I said to Lacey. “I can sleep on the floor up here and make sure you guys don’t get into trouble.” I was actually thinking about privacy, and the door that closed off basement from the rest of the house, and whether I could get her alone for a few minutes to see where this was going.She giggled, still a bit drunk, and started to rise. “Good job, Mr. H. You make sure there’s no trouble,” she said, mockingly stern.She stepped toward me, presumably heading for the basement door, when her feet tangled in some shoes on the floor (probably hers) and she stumbled into me, bursting into laughter as I caught her in my arms. I helped her regain her feet and asked if she was okay, as I let her get herself together. I let her take her time, and took a deep breath. I could still smell her hair and now her perfume, and a little bit of the alcohol on her breath, and the overall effect of her was driving me crazy. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and take her. Her fall into me felt engineered, but she wasn’t completely in her right mind and I had to be sure. Still, this was going to kill me if it didn’t end soon. I had to decide this one way or the other: Be with her or get away from her.“Okay, time to get you to bed,” I said softly, still holding onto her arms.“Yeah, let’s go to bed,” she replied with a smile, eyes looking heavy. I couldn’t help but note her choice of words.I helped her down the basement stairs, closing the door behind us (just in case), trying to prepare myself for the fact that this was just a drunk girl amusing herself. I needed to resign myself to an uncomfortable night of chaperoning on the living room floor. I laid her down on her left side on the basement couch, facing toward me, and took one more look at her. Her eyes were closed and I knew the deal was sealed. She was going to sleep, but I knew that even this was special. I’d never see her (or likely any young girl) this way again, laid out for me with her legs mostly bare, face flushed, small breasts heaving as she recovered from the laughter and exertion. I thought again how beautiful she was and how amazing it would have been to feel her… all of her.I reached down and gently brushed her hair behind her ear with my finger, away from her face, and her eyes opened a bit. The smile was back on her face. “All grown-up and responsible, Mr. H…” she said, musingly.“I guess so,” I chuckled, and turned to go.“So sad that Janie and Alex got to play, but Mark left me all alone,” she said in a pouting sort canlı poker oyna of voice, and my heart jumped. The implication there was clear. I turned back toward her, trying not to get my hopes up at this freakish change in fortune. She had the pouty look on her face again, playing the c***d.“Feeling lonely, Lacey?” I asked as I walked back to stand beside the couch. She didn’t say anything, but nodded her head, eyes now growing wide and playfully innocent.“What did you have in mind?” I asked her, needing confirmation from her… feeling that this was potentially the danger point for me. She could still take it back… could still play the innocent victim if I wasn’t careful.She uttered a closed-mouthed “I don’t know” sound, but her left hand left the couch and touched the front of my pants. I could see her nervousness. I was a married man, and this wasn’t her forte, but she clearly had some urges she couldn’t deny. And just like that, everything was back… my desire, my urge… all of it driving me crazy. I had had enough. Time to go for it.I reached down and took her hand, then bent to gently kiss the back of her open fingers and return her hand to the couch. Then, I stood back up, unfastened my belt and pants, and exposed myself. My cock was hard and erect, standing straight out in front of her face as she lay on the couch.“Mr. H!”, she exclaimed with mock surprise. Her eyes were wide, and I could tell she was playing with me, having fun with this. I realized that this was a singular opportunity… that this girl was just as I’d hoped. I wasn’t stealing any innocence here. My conscience could be clear. She was a consenting adult… a young, impossibly beautiful consenting adult. I moved closer to her face, the tip of my cock maybe an inch from her nose, and she moved slightly forward to gently run the tip of her tongue around the tip of my cock. I exhaled sharply, nearly moaning at the first contact. She made a small, satisfied “mmmm,” sound and backed away, toying with me.Not to be denied, I leaned forward over her, resting my hands against the back of the couch and giving her no room to retreat from me again. My cock was right above her face, only my erection keeping it from resting on her cheek. She gave a low laugh and slowly licked from the base of my shaft up to the head, finishing by taking my head in her mouth and moving her mouth slightly back and forth around it. The sensation of excitement was unlike anything I’ve experienced before or since, owing partly to that sense of one’s deepest desire being fulfilled. This was a fantasy come true. I would give anything to feel that perfect moment again. She was flawless and young… no reason for her to be attracted to an older man when she could have anyone she wanted. I’d never seriously considered that I could have her. She was a beautiful thing on the fringes of my life. Now, here I was claiming her. I wanted it to last forever, but I’ve always known that’s not the way of things. We take our moments where we can and let them go except in memory.As she slowly worked my head with her mouth, I returned my left hand to her face, stroking her hair back, tracing the outline of her ear… just enjoying her. After a time, I withdrew myself from her. She looked up at me, panting, with wide, questioning eyes. Probably, the boys she’d been with would have simply used her mouth until they came, but I was feeling something deep stirring here, and I wanted to please her. I went to my knees beside the couch and kissed her, slow and deep, stroking her face now with my right hand as she moaned softly with surprise. Even the kiss was amazingly sensual, and I felt that we were completely together in a way I hadn’t experienced with anyone but my wife.Still kissing her, I pushed on her left shoulder and she followed my lead, rolling onto her back. I allowed my right hand to caress her neck and then push down the straps at her shoulders; left then right. I then broke our kiss and proceeded to trace my way with soft kisses down her cheek and neck. With my right hand, I pushed the top of her dress down to expose her breasts… pale as the rest of her, with small, pink nipples. Once more counting myself lucky beyond belief, I kissed my way to her right breast and finally took her right nipple into my mouth. Her right hand was on the back of my head now, gently kneading my hair as she gasped and panted, occasionally emitting a soft moan.Still kissing and sucking her right nipple, I moved my right hand to her right knee. She was writhing on the couch, her legs closed and rubbing together as her lower body turned back and forth, but she opened up at my touch, legs parting to allow me access. I then softly traced up her inner thigh with my fingers and approached her panties. Her hand left my head and I glanced up to see her covering her face with her hands, breathing in small gasps. I could hear her softly saying “Please, please, yes….” I loved her in her ecstasy and wanted to make it continue. If I could drive her crazy with pleasure, I would. I trailed my fingers gently across the outside of her panties over her mound, and continued across her tummy to take her left breast in my right hand, still using my tongue and mouth on her right nipple, continuing to elicit pants and gasps from her.After a moment, I ceased and stood back up. Her hands came away from her face, and her eyes were wide and desperate… wondering what came next… not wanting it to stop. “Oh, my God, please, Mr….” she started.“I think we’re past Mr. H. don’t you?” I teased, breathlessly, moving myself back toward her open mouth. She nodded, eyes completely submissive, and that mischievous grin returned as she took me back into her panting mouth. I can clearly remember the feel of her hot breath on my cock just before she took me back into her mouth, and then everything exploded as her lips and tongue once more took control of me. She moaned as she progressed to taking more and more of me into her mouth, now using her right hand to stroke me as well, I drank in the sight of her… hair mussed from her turnings, dress hiked up to her waist by my own probing hands, slender legs on display, face red as she moaned and took the length of me into her mouth.While she worked, I leaned forward against the back of the couch with my left hand, reaching and pushing gently at the top of her panties with my right. She understood immediately, and moaned with my cock still in her mouth as she lifted her ass to allow me to push her panties internet casino down. It was awkward, as I wanted nothing less than to leave the warmth of her mouth, but I was able to lean to my right enough to push them down beneath her ass and then pull them to her knees. She then lifted one leg, then the next, to remove them completely.She was now naked below the waist, knees up and bent with her legs spread invitingly. Now, I could see the well-kept, closely-trimmed hair around her mound, and the top of her lips themselves, slightly damp with her excitement. I ran my right middle finger lightly along them on my way to her ass, where I pressed the tip of my finger lightly against her hole. She gave a low, quavering moan and thrust down against me, releasing my cock from her mouth even as her eyes went wide at the unexpected touch. I never penetrated her with my finger, but just eased it back and forth, letting her feel it against her in that place, assuming she’d never been touched before in that way. She squealed, in a high and wavery whisper… “Oh, my GOD!”Not giving her a break, I moved my finger back to her moist lips, ran it along the length of her slit from bottom to top, then proceeded to gently draw it in a circle around her clit. At this point she made no effort to take me back into her mouth, lost in pleasure as she was, and I didn’t mind at all. I wanted to enjoy her enjoying this. She graduated from short gasps of pleasure to quick, short moans… “Oh, Oh, Oh,” and then moaning long and deep into the back of her own right hand, trying to keep quiet as I gently increased the pressure on her. At last, her eyes flew wide open and she let out a harsh, ragged moan as her back arched and every muscle stiffened. Her crotch thrust down into my finger, and I held fast against her clit as her climax rose and fell. She moaned, then gasped, then whimpered, and I started to worry that someone upstairs might wake up and hear us in spite of her efforts to quiet herself with her hand.As her pleasure subsided, she was practically crying, her eyes exhausted and desperate and filled with desire. She reached for me again with her right hand as if to take me back into her mouth, but I moved away. She looked at me, the question in her eyes, the wonder about why I might not want her to finish. The question turned to understanding as I removed my pants, lifted her legs from the couch, and positioned myself beneath her. She was bent at the waist, with her legs up against the back of the couch. She moaned again…”Unnnnnhhh,” almost sobbing, and I wondered if she wanted me to stop… until she reached down with her right hand, trying to find me.I moved her legs to get the angle right, and positioned myself just inside her outer lips. She cried out once, sensitive from her recent orgasm, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand once more. The tip of my cock was on the verge of being inside of her. I could feel her warmth and her moisture engulfing my head, and I was overcome. This would be the beginning of the end of this perfect encounter, and I was glad for every bit of it thus far. I pressed on.In spite of her being completely ready for me, I had to take it slowly entering her. I could feel how tight she was against me even before by head got completely inside of her, and I knew that I had to have a care for the line between pleasure and pain for her. I was in no hurry for this to end, and I needed to take my time for my own sake. As I eased myself into her tight passage, it felt like every nerve in my body was inside of her. I felt I could pass out from the sensation if I wasn’t careful. She now had her right arm over her mouth, and her left arm was over her right, as if to reinforce it. In any other circumstance, she would have looked to be in abject terror, with her wide and desperate eyes completing the picture.Short, slow thrusts from me began to slowly give way to longer and deeper ones. I had never felt anything like this, and I could barely cope. After a time, I realized that I was moaning softly, now fully inside of her with every stroke, and she was lifting her ass and thrusting back against me every time. I slowly yielded control and, for both of us, lovemaking was lost to desperate fucking and pleasure. She had replaced her arms with a couch pillow pressed against her face, and was crying out into it. I knew the end was coming, and I wanted to finish it in complete togetherness with her. I parted her legs to either side of me and mounted her, penetrating her even more fully with each thrust, with my face at a level with hers.She was screaming into the back of her pillow now, and I pulled it away and covered her mouth with mine, wrapping my arms around her in an effort to contact her in every way. She reciprocated, clenching her arms together behind my back. We were moaning into each other, tongues frantically intertwined, when she suddenly turned her face to her right and shrieked into her right fist as her eyes rolled back into her head. I had no thought of pulling out. I was beyond rational thought, as my own finish was near. As her back arched again, her body clenched and her left hand scrabbled at the back of the couch. I thrust into her once, twice, thrice more… and came. My mind left my body, and all of me seemed to rush inside of her along with my semen. I pressed my mouth into her shoulder to quell the moan that I couldn’t hold back. We cried out and came together. As it subsided, I noticed her panting and nearly sobbing again. “I never… I can’t believe…,” she whimpered, and I kissed her again. Our mouths were still hungry in spite of our sated bodies.When we broke the kiss, she stared at me and asked “Is this it? How can this be over? I can’t imagine it….” Yet, even as she said the words, her exhaustion was returning and she was falling into sleep. I wondered how drunk or conscious she had even been, and if she would remember in the morning.I realized I couldn’t imagine it either. In the course of an evening, my fantasy had become a casual encounter, and I had now fallen in love with this perfect woman. I was left with this thought as I kissed her again and withdrew, which drew a shudder of sensation from her. I kissed her neck again as I tried to restore her dress to its proper place on her chest. As I stood, I gently arranged her legs together and pulled her dress back down to cover her. Her eyes were closed, and she rolled back onto her right side. I covered her with a blanket from the back of a nearby chair. She already looked more like a sleeping little girl than a passionate adult woman.As I turned to leave, wondering how normal life could continue tomorrow and in the future, I heard her murmur, softly and sleepily, “… love you…”And I did, too.