A Friend Had No Idea What Her Daughter Wanted for Her Birthday.

by MysteryTe.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories

"Of course! I'd love to come her 18th celebrate with you all!"

It

was the only response to the invitation. Emma was the daughter of

teacher friend of mine, Alice, who I'd worked with a few years ago but

kept in touch with after moving schools. I'd actually taught Emma in one

of my first classes and as a friend of the family, had been invited to a

small-ish gathering at their house for her 18th. Normally, they'd have

had a bigger party, my friend had said, but with Covid still spreading,

they were having a few family friends round to the garden on the

Saturday evening before Emma headed out that night with her friends.

Erica

had immediately ruled herself out. At 6 months pregnant with our second

child, she had a bump as big as most at the time of birth, and was

finding it very uncomfortable, so standing around in the garden for a

couple of hours wasn't really an option. She didn't really know the

family all that well either as I'd left the school not long after

meeting Erica so she hadn't really gotten to know my friends from there,

and had used my previous visits as time to spend time with her family

or visit her own friends.

The

day of Emma's 18th arrived and Erica kissed me goodbye at the door. I

wouldn't be back late but it did mean she'd have to do bath and bed

tonight for our boy.

The

journey was about thirty five minutes, and I was greeted at the door by

Alice's husband, a nice guy named Rob, who I had been running with a

few times in the past before I'd met Erica and moved away.

He

asked how I was and Erica and our little one as I followed Rob through

the house to the garden, collecting a can of lemonade on the way

through, as I would of course be driving home.

I

fired a glance around the garden, looking for Alice or Emma, and

couldn't help noticing a group of younger girls I didn't recognise near

the back. They were all fairly slim and good looking, but there were a

couple with their backs to me, one in a black dress and one in a flowery

blue dress, whose legs held my eye for a little longer. It made sense

there'd be a few of Emma's college friends there, and I was glad there'd

be some eye candy for the evening!

I

saw Alice first, quickly moving to accept a big hug from my old friend.

She looked nice, in a black top and a long khaki coloured skirt, but

she'd never been someone I'd thought of as anything other than a friend,

and the hug was purely warmth and friendliness. It was the first time

I'd seen her since about six months before the pandemic, so there was

over two years worth of hugs packed into one! After breaking the hug,

she welcomed me, asked about the family, and then shouted Emma over.

Following

the gaze of my friend as she called her daughter, I finally recognised

Emma, as the girl in the black dress with the long, toned legs turned

and gave a huge smile. She rushed over and flung her arms round me in a

huge hug, thanking me so much for coming. Despite being a long time

family friend, I couldn't help but notice Emma had become a beautiful

young lady. Her long blonde hair framed a gorgeous face and her smile

was enough to light up the garden on its own. She had stayed very fit

over the last couple of years. Not a surprise for a girl who had been

running since primary school and who I knew still competed in

triathlons. Her long legs were stunning and very toned thanks to her

fitness regime, and I could only imagine she had a flat, toned stomach

beneath her small, but perky looking tits. I had to very deliberately

stop myself from letting my eyes drift back down to her pale chest as I

wished her a happy birthday and handed her a card, commenting how much

she'd grown up. We both laughed that it was no wonder, given that she

had been just fifteen when I'd last seen her.

She

gushed that she was so pleased I'd been able to come and had been

worried I wouldn't be able to as she knew Erica was pregnant. I smiled

and told her I wouldn't have missed it, although I could only assume she

was being polite... after all what eighteen year old is really worried

if a family friend almost double her age was going to be at a birthday

gathering?

Emma

excused herself after some small talk as another young girl I didn't

recognise arrived. I couldn't help but appreciate that she hadn't become

the sort of girl who screams shrilly when any friend appears, and I did

note she genuinely had seemed more excited to see me than this new

friend. Maybe she really was glad to see me after all.

I

spoke to Alice a short while longer before she too went to mingle with

the guests. Luckily by then I'd spotted another former colleague and

headed to say hello.

As

I neared my old friend I felt a hand on my arm and turned to find a

pretty young girl with dark hair, done up into a fancy style. She was

the one in the blue dress I'd noticed earlier with Emma, and as she

spoke I recognised her as another former pupil of mine, Molly, who'd

been Emma's best friend through school and evidently still was.

"Hi,

Sir," she said, smiling and brushing her hair back behind her left ear,

a glass of prosecco in hand. Again, I had to very deliberately stop

myself from letting my gaze linger on her cleavage, a bit bigger than

Emma's... perhaps a C. I thought, with a tiny hint of lace from her

white bra just poking clear of the blue material... before I realised I

had failed miserably and snapped my eyes back to her now slightly

blushing face.

I

smiled back, a little awkwardly and with the heat rising slightly in my

own cheeks as I knew I'd been caught staring at her pale, nubile little

titties. "Hi, Molly. No need to call me Sir any more! How are you? It's

lovely to see you!"

Molly

beamed at me, again touching her hair back behind her ear, before

expressing her surprise that I recognised her so quickly, and then

blushing a little again as I quipped that of course I could never have

forgotten! I commented that she had become a lovely young woman,

realising as she blushed again that my eyes had roved her whole body as I

said it, lingering on her long legs and perky chest.

Luckily

I managed to take back control of my eyes at this point, reminding

myself I'd taught Molly when she was younger, and continued the

conversation without staring any further. I did, however, clock a few

light touches on my arm, and a few more brushes of the hair, as she

described her college course and told me about how college had been

affected by the pandemic. Normally I'd be mentally reveling in these

little signs, hoping they'd lead to a closer encounter, but I must be

mistaken. Molly couldn't be showing any attraction. I'd taught her years

before and with her slightly younger than Emma, I was even closer to

double her age. It simply wasn't possible... was it?

I

soon moved on as Molly returned to the group of girls at the back of

the garden, sitting down with Jessica, another former colleague who'd

been good friends with Alice. She was quite a bit older than myself, and

than Alice for that matter, and must be nearing retirement soon, I

mused as we chatted.

I

sat with Jessica for quite a while, broken up with short trips to

collect us both more soft drinks (she had driven too) and a trip to the

buffet filled with party food, before enjoying a short, amusing speech

by Rob about his now adult daughter. I had enjoyed watching both Emma

and Molly over the course of the evening. Both had grown into very

attractive young ladies and I've never been one who could resist

watching attractive ladies.

After

a while, I excused myself to nip inside to the bathroom. Heading inside

and upstairs, I relieved myself and washed my hands, turning from the

sink and almost jumping out of my skin to find the door open and Emma

stood in the doorway.

"Jesus, Emma!" I gasped. "I'm so sorry, I thought I'd locked the door!"

"You

did," she whispered, stepping inside and closing it again behind her,

turning the lock without taking her eyes from my face.

My hands paused on the towel I'd been drying my hands on. "What's...?" was all I got out before Emma interrupted me.

"We

don't have a lot of time," she said, stepping forwards to stand right

in front of me. "I've known for years I wanted you to be my first. I've

always known it was just a silly schoolgirl crush but I also know I have

to take a chance." She smirked. "I also know I caught your eyes on me

before. A couple of times!" Her expression changed, becoming a little

more serious. "You are the right one to do it." She paused, looking into

my eyes, just a few centimetres from my face. "Will you?"

I

simply stood for a few seconds, unable to speak, partly with shock, but

also partly wrestling with myself, knowing this shouldn't be such a

tempting request... the just eighteen daughter of my friend, in the

bathroom of their house, with the whole family and several friends just

outside, but also well aware that blood was vacating my brain and

heading to my rapidly growing cock.

Emma

leaned in and kissed me, and all reason fled my mind. I hungrily kissed

her back, her arms wrapping around my neck as mine reached her waist.

Emma was wasting no time, with so many potential disasters looming if we

were caught, and her tongue entered my mouth, wrestling with my own as

her left arm moved down now to take my right hand and place it on her

arse.

The

decision made and the line already crossed, I shifted my hand slightly

downwards to grasp the back of her thigh below the line of her dress,

and hooked the dress over it as I stroked back up to her now uncovered

backside, pleasantly shocked to discover she had no knickers on as I now

shifted so both hands grasped her toned arse.

Emma

pulled away form the kiss and grinned as I lifted me eyebrow

questioningly. "Nothing to slow us down," she whispered, and I massaged

the cheeks as she kissed me again. I explored her backside with my

hands, reaching around the cheeks, bring my fingers closer to where her

thighs must meet, and then spread her cheeks and heard the unmistakable

sound of a wet pussy opening. Emma pulled away from the kiss again,

blushing, before dropping to her knees in front of me and immediately

unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them quickly to the floor. She paused a

second at the bulge in my boxers, and I reminded myself that despite

how forward and urgent she was being, she'd said she wanted me to be her

first, and might not even have seen a cock in the flesh before.

She

visibly steeled herself, before yanking my boxers down to reveal my

eight inch cock, which bounced up in front of her face as it cleared the

waistband of my pants.

"Oh my God," Emma whispered. "Will it even fit? I didn't think... I don't know..." She looked up at me askance.

"It

sounded like you're wet enough," I said simply, and she looked at my

cock again, slowly reaching up to take it in her hand. I enjoyed the

sensation of this young girl cautiously fondling me for a few seconds,

seeming to be just trying to get used to the feel of it.

"Should

I...?" Emma looked up at me, a little lost, it seemed. "Do I... do I

suck it?" she stammered, clearly feeling her nerves now in the reality

of the situation.

I

laughed quietly. "Maybe another time. I think we might be a bit short

of time for that!" I reached down and took Emma's hand and guided her to

stand again, a relieved smile on her face.

"Are you sure you want..."

"Yes,

definitely!" Emma responded before I finished the question. "How should

we...?" she continued, her assuredness and confidence in knowing what

she wanted giving way suddenly to the practicality of never having done

it before and being presented with her former teacher's eight inch

length.

I

kissed her and smiled, before silently taking control of the situation,

turning her around and kissing her neck from behind. I reached down to

her still uncovered arse and spread it slightly, before moving my waist

forwards so my cock nestled between the cheeks. Reaching round her I

dipped my left hand into the front of her dress to find her perky little

tit and rock hard nipple, while my right hand dipped to her thigh and

stroked upwards, quickly finding the soaked groove of her virgin pussy.

Emma

gasped as I finally touched her, sliding my fingers along her sopping

wet valley, before lingering for a few seconds on her engorged clitoris,

causing a loud squeak to escape despite her efforts to keep quiet.

Knowing

we didn't have forever, I released her chest and placed my hand on her

back, easing her forwards. Removing my right hand from her cunt, too, I

stepped back to enjoy the view as she leaned forwards to place her hands

on the edge of the sink, her tiny, shaved pink pussy glistening

invitingly.

"I

have to taste you," I whispered, dropping quickly to my knees and

extending my tongue to lick slowly, lovingly upwards from her clit

through the whole of her sopping wet valley. The sensation, presumably

coupled with the situation, was too much for Emma and her knees buckled

as she came hard, small squeaks coming form her mouth which she'd

quickly pressed her hand over.

The

sweet taste of Emma's orgasm ran over my tongue as her knees went and I

stayed knelt behind her as she shuddered to a finish, looking round at

me wide eyed.

"Ready?" I asked simply.

Emma

nodded and I helped her stand again, still bent over the sink as I

guided my erection to her gleaming hole. Emma's eyes held mine as I

slowly pressed myself into her, pushing the tip of my cock inside her. A

couple of centimetres in I felt the resistance unique to a virgin. I

drew back slightly and then pushed forward, tearing the thin barrier

between Emma and her womanhood. She gasped at the sharp pain, and I felt

her contract, but then she relaxed and pushed herself backwards

slightly, taking the tip of my cock inside her. I pulled backward, then

pressed in a again, slowly impaling her inch by inch, drawing back each

time before cautiously pushing further into her eighteen year old cunt.

The tight, but slick walls gripped me as they stretched around my thick

length, every millimetre massaging pleasure into my erection. Emma's

soft moans told me she was ok as her eyes closed in the soft pleasure of

being filled.

As

I slowly reached about six inches, I reasoned we must be running out of

time and decided it was time to speed up. I slowly pulled out and then

began to thrust in and out, no longer steadily pressing forwards but

sliding in and out of her tight, little pussy. Emma's moans quickened

and she leaned further forwards, easing the passage of my cock to her

inner passage. Soon I was fucking her fast and hard, the last couple of

inches of my cock also making their way inside her as I buried myself in

her cunt, right to the bottom of my shaft, the need for slow, steady

progress gone inside Emma's dripping wet hole. I felt myself nearing the

edge of my resistance and I whispered to her, "I'm going to cum."

"I'm on the pill. Cum inside me. Please, Sir, fill me with your cum!"

I

don't know if saying that turned her on even more, but Emma orgasmed

again as she spoke, her already tight pussy gripping my cock as I buried

it deep inside her and shot load after load of hot, sticky spunk into

her belly.

After

a few seconds of quiet, tired panting, my cock still inside Emma, I

pulled backwards to reveal her perfect, pink, freshly fucked pussy, my

cum dribbling out of her as she pushed herself back to a standing

position.

Knowing

we'd pushed our luck, Emma quickly kissed my lips and said "Thank you,"

before rearranging her dress as I pulled up my boxers and jeans.

Emma

opened the door first and peered out. I thought I saw her flash a smile

before she disappeared down the landing to her bedroom to clean up and,

I assumed collect some underwear!

I

stepped cautiously out onto the landing, almost bumping into Molly as

she stepped into the doorway, seemingly not expecting anyone to be

there. "Oh, sorry, Sir," she muttered, before her eyes widened and her

jaw dropped as she realised I was leaving the bathroom after a very

shifty looking Emma.

"Wh???"

"Maybe ask Emma," I cut her off, before leaving her, jaw still on the floor, to return to the party.

The

rest of the gathering went without incident. Molly was the only one

who'd seen or heard anything and she was engaged in quiet conversation

with Emma for most of the rest of the evening.

Eventually

it was time to go. I hugged Alice and shook hands with Rob, and they

called Emma over to say goodbye. Molly came with her, eyes not leaving

me and mouth hidden by another prosecco glass.

"Sorry

I haven't been able to sped much time with you," Emma said, "But I'm so

glad you came tonight. You coming has really helped make it a special

day." She smirked at that, knowing I would pick up on the double

entendre.

"Always happy come and see you, anytime Emma" I responded. "I'm glad you've had a memorable 18th birthday," I smiled.

"I'll never forget it." Emma grinned. She hugged me then, and I took my leave.

"Do

you think she'd be willing to do some "babysitting" Erica asked me,

using air commas to make clear her true meaning, as if I didn't already

know.

"I

think there's a good chance I'll see her again soon," I replied. "And

who knows... give it a while and we might have to see where we can take

things."

by MysteryTe for Literotica.