“It’s a date.” He leaned in and kissed her as he finished. “Thank you for dinner and for a great evening,” he said.
“Thank you,” she replied. “Talk to you tomorrow?”
“Count on it,” he said, and kissed her a final time before she slid from his grasp.
Several long looks back and sighs of resignation later, she finally disappeared inside. With a deep sigh, Don hopped into his truck and started it up, slowly pulling off for the trip back home.
***
As he drove home, Don tried to get rid of his embarrassment at what had just happened. Cass had been standing in a prime position to be able to see what he and her mother were doing. Candy hadn’t been too embarrassed, and Cass obviously hadn’t made a fuss, so he began to hope that she hadn’t seen too much.
Still, Candy’s incredible sexiness had been intoxicating. He was still hard as a rock for much of the drive home, and he wondered if he was going to need to take a cold shower to be able to sleep once he got there. He was pent up, of that there was no doubt. His nuts were aching, and he knew that he’d either have to take care of the problem himself or hope that he and Candy could find some time to be alone soon.
He pulled into the driveway and saw a few cars still parked in front of the house. There didn’t seem to be very many lights still on and he didn’t hear any noise, so the party was most likely winding down.
Inside, he was surprised to find that everyone he saw was already asleep. He went about locking up after checking the back yard for anyone out there, not wanting to strand them, and then made his way upstairs. Dexter’s door was closed, as was Jack’s, and he figured both of his boys were within. Not wanting to disturb them, he moved quietly down the hall to his own room and made his way through the darkness to the lamp on the bedside table.
Turning, he sat down and pulled off his shoes, then stood up. His phone, wallet, and keys were all tossed to the table, and he unzipped his jeans and began to slip them off. The sound of sheets rustling beside him made him pause with his pants halfway down his thighs. Reaching over, he clicked on the lamp and looked down to see Jessie sleeping soundly.
She was nude of course, and he took the opportunity to admire the lithe young woman’s sexy body. She was laying on her stomach, one leg lifted up to the side and both arms tucked under the pillow. Her hair was pulled back over her ear and she was drooling cutely into the pillow.
Standing there lusting after the sleeping young vixen, he quickly began to feel like a creep and was about to turn off the light again when he noticed the tell-tale sign of cum leaking out of her pussy.
He felt a surge of arousal and winced, briefly closing his eyes before opening them again and drinking in the sight of her leaking sex.
Images of the times that they’d been together filled his head, and he could almost feel the tight wetness of her pussy clamping down ferociously on him. For the briefest of moments, he started to move forward, but then thought of Candy.
With a quiet groan, he slowly reached over to click the lamp off. Yanking his jeans up and immediately turning around, he headed straight for the bathroom. Deftly closing the door behind him, he made sure to lock it before turning on the water to the shower. That done, he stripped out of his jeans and underwear and looked down, seeing his freshly aroused cock bobbing upwards.
“Cold shower it is,” he said to the empty room.
Without waiting any longer, he peeled off his shirt and stepped into the cold stream of water. It was like a slap in the face, and he was glad to feel his cock slowly begin to diminish. A few minutes of torture later, he stepped out and toweled off. Once he’d finished, he wrapped the towel around his waist, carefully unlocked the door, and eased it open.
The lamp was on, and Jessie was looking over at him and smiling widely.
“Hi Papa!” she said, sounding as if she hadn’t just woken up. “Did you have fun on your date?”
He sighed and chuckled at the same time, shaking his head in resignation. Stepping out of the bathroom, he flipped off the light and made his way over to the dresser to get a fresh pair of underwear. As he pulled the drawer open, he felt the towel start to slip.
With all that he and the little hussy had been through together and done, he knew that there wasn’t any point in hiding his nudity, and just let it go.
“I did,” he said. “Candy is a delight. I really appreciate you and Erin helping me out with that.”
“Of course!” she said. “Sorry if I’m taking up your bed. I just didn’t have anywhere else I could sleep. Dex is tending to Donna in his room and all the other options seem to be taken.”
“Oh, that’s fine,” he replied. “I’m sure I can find a spot somewhere.”
“Oh no you don’t,” she said, frowning at him as he pulled a pair of underwear out and flopped them open. “There aren’t anymore beds or couches available, and this is your bed!”
He chuckled and turned toward her. “I know that,” he told her. “But I really don’t think it’s a good idea for us to sleep in the same bed together.”
“Aww,” she said, frowning at him. “Is Papa scared that I might do something naughty to his delicious looking cock?”
“Scared? No,” he stated. “Papa is quite positive that you’ll do something naughty.”
She giggled and didn’t deny it.
“I’d totally let you fuck me if it was allowed,” she said. “I’m all lubricated already and everything, see?”
She turned a bit, her rump moving up in the air as she reached back and slid a finger in her pussy, cum coating it as she pulled it out a few moments later.
“Jesus,” he groaned, shaking his head.
“Come on, Papa,” she giggled. “You’ve got other places you can stick it! Come join me in bed, so I can keep your cock warm. He looks cold!”
Don quickly slid his underwear on, though he knew that would do little to stifle Jessie’s torment.
“Party pooper,” she said, giggling again. “Come on and snuggle me.”
She reached out for him and smiled, her expression changing to a more innocent looking one.
“Are you going to behave?” he asked.
“I promise!” she said, wiggling her fingers for him to join her.
“I’m serious, Spitfire,” he said, moving toward the bed. “I’m really enjoying spending time with Candy and don’t want to do anything to mess that up.”
“Papa, I promise I can be good,” she said, scowling at him. “Honest.”
He figured that she’d still try to instigate things, but in truth, he was exhausted and really just wanted to sleep. As soon as slid into bed next to the naked little lunatic, after turning off the lamp, he covered himself with the sheet and tucked it between the two of them.
She giggled and slipped the sheet up and out of the way, turning and snuggling her butt directly up against him. He sighed hard, his cock throbbing back to life.
“This is behaving?” he said, fluffing his pillow for a moment and then laying his head down.
“Mmmhmm,” she said, giggling again. “I could totally offer to give you a handjob or suck your cock, but I’m not.”
“You’re a saint,” he deadpanned.
“So… tell me about your date,” she prodded. “I promise not to get any flirtier.”
He was still skeptical, of course, but went ahead and gave her a basic rundown of the date and how much fun it had been.
“Aww, you guys didn’t get to fuck?” she asked.
He sighed, taking a moment to maintain control since his cock was still moderately erect and nuzzled comfortably up Jessie’s butt crack. Each little wiggle and noise that came from the delectable little thing made him want to grab her hips and hammer his cock home. He didn’t, though.
Candy’s face kept appearing in his head, each time making him smile in the darkness. He wasn’t going to fuck things up.
“No, we didn’t,” he said at last. “But I appreciate your concern. She’s incredible.”
“I’m so happy for you Papa,” she said.
“Thanks, Spitfire,” he chuckled. “I’m going to get some sleep now,” he told her, and kissed the back of her head.
“‘Kay!” she said happily. “Night!”
“Good night,” he chuckled.
*****
Dexter
Sunday morning…
Jessie was snuggled up awfully close to him that morning. Normally she tended to drift away from him physically during the night when they slept in the same bed. It wasn’t like her to be suctioned up against him, making them both sweat like they were in a sauna. Still too sleepy to open his eyes, he moved his head over and pressed his lips gently to her forehead.
Her legs were the first things to move, both of them pulling him closer to her as she nuzzled against his chest. Her nose pushed into his chest hair, and he felt her lips against his skin. A few seconds later, he managed to wake up enough to start opening his eyes. Jessie definitely didn’t have brown hair.
“Donna,” he stated.
He suddenly remembered that she’d been the one in his bed the night before. He’d promised her that he’d spend time with her, but she’d been too wasted to have any fun. He opened his eyes wider, but only saw the top of her head, her brown locks and unruly mess, but smelling wonderful.
“Mmmph,” she muttered, then groaned as she slowly slid away from him and turned onto her back.
“Good morning,” he said, smirking as she groaned again, her hands going up to begin rubbing her temples. “You uh… in a little pain?”
“Mmm,” she moaned. “Hurts.”
“Well… yeah… you drank a lot last night,” he pointed out.
She managed to just barely open both eyes and turned to regard him, an irritated scowl on her face. He grinned widely at her.
“Ugh,” she groaned, closing her eyes again.
“Aww, come on, sunshine!” he said, reaching over and tickling her ribs a bit.
She groaned in response, and turned away from him, bending at the waist.
“And I’m ‘handsoming’ so much this morning too,” he said. “You’re missing out.”