The Ride Home

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Saturday, June 6, 2026. Maplewood, New Jersey.
-- 7:00 pm

They were all around the kitchen island doing the tasks assigned to them by Ruby, the woman of the house. Blond. Tall - at 5'9", just a few inches shorter than him. Dressed in a black sundress under the white apron. Nothing on under the sundress. Information he was privy to as the husband, lucky enough to get to watch her dress and undress whenever he pleased.

Beth, his daughter - 18, currently experiencing some vague boy trouble and grumpier than usual - was cubing up feta cheese (Ruby was cutting cucumbers, Jack was cutting celery).

Beth was doing a good job of putting up a brave, annoyed face, but they knew her well enough to know she wanted to be surrounded by family and the clatter of dinner being made while she waited for the broken heart to heal.

"You sure you don't want to go out?" Ruby asked Beth.

"Mom."

"Ope, that means no," Jack said.

"It means stop looking at me like I'm a dying cat. I'm allowed to be in a bad mood in my own home."

"You're right."

"Good," Beth said, "then everybody act normal."

"Normal?" Jack said.

"Oh Jesus," Beth sighed as he did his Taz the Tasmanian Devil impression.

"Honey." Ruby stopped him. "I don't think that's helping."

"Fair," he said, and they all went back to their tasks.

Jack threw a single pistachio to Roscoe, their dog. Kid was mixed beyond recognition, the size of a small Labrador, just as friendly and cute.

"He'll shit like crazy," Beth said.

"You're just jealous Roscoe got a snack and you didn't."

"Pff."

He threw a pistachio at her face. "Catch, girl."

"I'm not a dog." She picked up the pistachio from the fold in her sweater and ate it. Jack was looking at her while cutting celery. She made a face at him and returned to cubing feta cheese, smiling just a little.

Jack and Ruby exchanged a look. Silent communication. See that smile? Progress.

"Where's my snack?" Ruby asked.

"You'll get yours later." He touched her ass, the hem of her black sundress fluttered and flowed, catching air.

"Ewww-ah!" Beth growled.

"Oh, OK." Ruby gave his arm a squeeze.

Beth shivered and shook her head with a disgusted look on her face. Blond hair making waves in front of her face.

Jack looked at his wife as she spoke to Beth but looked at him. "You know, young lady, when you spend 20 years married to the love of your life, you'll understand what a blessing it is to not only tolerate, but desire your chosen--"

"EWWWWWWWWW"

Jack and Ruby laughed.

"That's fucking gross."

"Hey, language!"

"Deee-zaaaaaa-yer! Who speaks like that?" Beth mocked them.

Laughing at Beth's dramatics, Jack and Ruby exchanged a peck on the lips, the back of his hand gently feeling through the apron for the spot where her thigh met her abdomen. He liked having his hands on his wife. Sue him. She was slender, toned, sensual, delicate. Forty, somehow. Not one of those fake-tit ghouls who made excuses to touch his arm at the farmer's market. His Ruby was in a different category entirely. And on top of all that, an all-around excellent wife.

If he didn't know January Jones existed, he might spend his hall pass on his own wife.

"Besides," Ruby said then, "aren't all you eighteen-year-olds supposed to be hormone-mad and horny 24/7?"

"Mom!"

"OK--" Jack said. "Now I'm gonna be sick."

Ruby went back to cutting cucumbers. Surely smiling.

"Roscoe, come on, buddy," Beth said, grabbing a piece of halloumi and leaving through the screen door into the backyard. "Let's leave this nuthouse!"

Jack turned, grabbed his wife under her arms, around her waist, lifted her up. She laughed a beautiful, sexual, quiet laugh. Just for him. This woman never stopped doing it for him. She had the kind of body that got better with time, somehow. Wonderful small breasts, perfect little nipples. Tight ass. Strong, smooth legs. A little tan. With a healthy shine to them. He sometimes wondered when that would end. Just then he wondered why he was not inside her.

"Unhand me, you brute."

The doorbell rang.

He gave her a kiss and put her down. She gave his cock a little squeeze with a wink. The shorts were now just a little too tight for comfort.

"You better get that, big guy!"

Jack tucked his quarter-hard cock down a little on his way to the door. Not too bad. He toweled off his hands as he opened the door.

"Hey, kid!"

"Hi, Mr. D!"

Mia. Beth's best friend since middle school. Short, standing at about 5'2", deep brown hair, shoulder length, with just enough wave to move when she did, falling delicately on her lightly freckled, strong gymnast shoulders. The shoulders were on full display in the floral dark red bodycon mini dress. It was a little difficult to keep it together. The tuck was still working, though--thank God.

He felt a little silly standing in front of this girl in shorts for some reason. Then she looked him over. Quick but not quick enough. Thinking about what she might've seen, he didn't feel too bad. Broad shoulders, a farmhand's build, tan enough. He was not exactly a pudgy mess. At 42, he took pride in it, though you'd never hear him say it out loud.

They exchanged a polite kiss on the cheek. He patted her on the shoulder, and she put her hand on his forearm. Damn, that tuck was not going to hold forever.

"Thanks for coming over."

"Of course!"

"We tried to get Beth to go out with friends or something, but…"

"Oh, yeah, I know, boy trouble. Christian's been a bit of an effin tool lately."

"Any serious offense there? Anything I should know about?"

"Umm, no, not really."

Jack smiled with a nod. "Good. I hope you didn't cancel any plans?"

"No, not at all! You know I love eating your food." She winked. He'd always liked this girl.

"OK, then. Go on, help the missus set the table and let's eat!"

She went inside past him as he held the door. She smelled like a creamy liquor made of apple pies. It was hard not to follow her with his eyes. He even gave in a little. And her body in that burgundy dress was quite a reward for his lack of restraint. Goosebumps--actual goosebumps--formed under the dark hair on his forearm.

-- 7:40 pm

Ruby sat to his right. Beth sat next to her, opposite Jack, and Mia sat on his left.

"I think I saw them setting something up at the square," Ruby said.

"Ugh…" Beth grunted, pushing food around the plate, barely eating.

Ruby used her face to ask Mia and him: what's that about?

"I think what Beth is trying to say," Mia said, "is that Christian's going to be there performing with his band."

"Ah, copy that." Ruby snapped her fingers and pointed at her head to say she remembered now.

"Bethany, darling," Jack said, reaching across the table, "just say the word and I will go down there with a paintball gun."

"Ooooh, I'd love to see that!" Mia's eyes were wide and encouraging of the idea, as she looked around the table at everyone as if to say 'You in? You in? You in?'

"I'll hold him down," Ruby said.

Beth gave in and huffed a little laugh through her nose.

"That's my mothafuckin' wife!" He kissed her hand.

After a moment, when they all went back to eating, Mia said, "Honestly--and I know it sounds bad, I'm sorry." She was talking to Beth specifically, then to the whole table. "I'd literally pay to feel that kind of heartbreak."

"Don't romanticize this," Beth said.

"No, you're right, I know it sucks, and I'm sorry. Definitely. But only something serious and meaningful can make you feel like that."

"Is there a point?" Beth asked.

"All the boys in my life are more interested in beer bongs or gaming or, excuse my language, just hooking up."

Jack clutched his pearls.

Mia and Ruby chuckled; Beth rolled her eyes.

"I'd love a serious guy who wants serious things. Someone I could be genuinely interested in. Someone with some depth. Solid, you know?"

Ruby then said, "Your time will come, sweetie. Trust me. At this age it's just how boys are."

"It's true," Jack said.

"Can't imagine you being like that, though," Mia said, taking him a bit by surprise there. Looking at him then.

"Me? No. Very mature, always."

"HAH!" Ruby laughed. "This guy was a shithead and a half for most of his twenties."

"Hey!" He feigned offense.

"But you were my shithead." She blew him a kiss.

"Aww," Mia said, "you guys are so sweet together!"

"She's right though, yeah," Jack said, chewing, "boys are boys are boys are boys. We're all pretty dumb for a very long time, but then life sort of sets you straight."

"And this, uhh, setting-straight business"--Mia pointed around with her fork at nothing in particular--"when would one typically expect for that to kick in?"

Jack pondered that. Shrugged. "Dear?"

"Somewhere between the positive pregnancy test and the delivery," Ruby said. "Sometime after the first panic attack, but not before some kind of last-ditch effort to clutch at their youth."

"I never had any kind of last-ditch effort to clutch at my youth," Jack said.

"No, no, definitely not," Ruby said. "You definitely didn't--what is it the kids say, get on your tits?--get off your tits on MDMA and booze, spend the night dancing at some warehouse rave and have to go sober for half a decade."

"Oh."

"I do believe it's 'off' your tits," Mia said, laughing. "Respectfully."

"Thank you, sweetie."

"Yes, Mia, thank you," Jack said. "Well, yes, there was that, I suppose."

Mia laughed.

Jack enjoyed listening to Mia talk about the shortcomings of all the boys her age a little more than he should have. He couldn't help but compare himself against her complaints and realize that he would fit the role of what she was looking for. Every complaint she had about boys somehow sounded like a compliment aimed at him. Probably just wishful thinking. What man doesn't want to be complimented by a pretty young woman?

"Honestly, I don't even need perfect," Mia said. "I'd settle for someone who knows what he wants and can make a decision without consulting a friggin' group chat."

He knew what he wanted. And nothing any group chat had to say about it was of any consequence to him. As the thoughts bubbled up, he realized they were… well, the thing he couldn't help but want was Mia.

-- 8:20 pm

The first course was done and Roscoe was demolishing a toy penguin over by the kitchen island behind Beth. They were all watching him. Not a bad show.

At one point during the show, Jack looked at Mia. Her hair was tucked behind her ear on his side. It created a natural path. From her eyes, to her jawline. The little, almost imperceptible white hairs on her cheek revealed by the light hitting her just so. Down to her neck, the artery pulsing, her throat moving as she swallowed water. Down further to her breasts, not large, but just right. B cups maybe. And they needed no help from any bra. Are those… Jesus, he could see her nip--

He looked up to find her looking at him and looked away immediately, toward Roscoe demolishing the toy. The white filling flew around in chunks. His face burned. When he looked back ten seconds later she was still on him. Mia held his eyes for just a split second before looking down without moving her head, the dimples deepening in her lightly blushed cheeks. Whoa. Does she…?

"Roscoe, come on now!" Ruby said. "Give that poor animal a break, buddy!"

"He's really something, huh?" Mia said. But she looked at Jack as she said it, lips looking a little fuller and wetter now.

"Oh yeah!" Ruby said, turning back to the table. Mia's eyes snapped to her, eyebrows up, lips reorganizing quickly into a friendly, inquisitive smile. "You should see him go at the dog park. Everything is either fightable or humpable."

Jack laughed along with them, but all he could think of then was that burgundy dress. And what it concealed.

-- 9:40 pm

These shorts, which, thank God, were dark and not stretchy, were really earning their keep tonight. Jack was at the family dinner table hard as a rock and twice as dumb.

Ruby and Beth went to get the dessert ready, leaving him alone with Mia.

Fuck.

Quick, pick an innocent topic to talk about.

"So how's your old man? Does he come home from our tennis matches and tell you how he kicks my ass?"

"No, actually, the other way around."

"Ahh! So he's a truth teller, your dad."

She nodded, looking at him. He couldn't quite tell why, but he was getting the idea that maybe she wanted to tell him something.

"That's why you're such a good shit, Mia. Ope, sorry!" He raised his hands to apologize for forgetting himself.

His brain screamed for him to keep it together. To not let out even a little bit of his hunger in front of his daughter. She was her best friend, after all.

"So what's Joan planning to do with that Medusa statue?"

"You saw that?" She laughed. Jack nodded. "Oh, well, you know Mom," Mia said, putting on Joan's voice, "never done discovering her very bestest, authentic-est self!"

Jack laughed at that, relaxing back into his chair, letting his legs fall to the sides. His leg bumped into hers. He felt it and knew, he fucking KNEW he should have pulled it back.

"I'm just glad it's no longer candle-making."

But he didn't. He pretended not to notice. He figured if she said something, he'd say he thought it was the leg of the table, sorry, kid.

"My dad just keeps encouraging her as well." She was looking over to the girls prepping dessert now.

Wait. She was pretending their legs weren't touching either. "Do you guys need some help?" She slid forward in her chair, slow and controlled, her leg sliding further against his, and, without waiting for an answer from the kitchen, got up.

He couldn't believe it. He thought she was playing with him. As she walked away, there was power in her body from the relentless practice and competitions and she was swaying it more than she needed to. She knew he was looking. On the other side of the kitchen island, hovering over the dessert tray being prepped, she tucked her hair behind her ear. Her hand traveled slowly, freely from the back of her head, over her neck, down over her chest.

Don't bite. Not now, not here.

Dessert came. Saved by the tiramisu.

-- 10:30 pm

Jack and Ruby were in the kitchen, talking, maybe playing a little grab ass. The girls were on the couch on their phones, taking occasional breaks to show each other something, which usually earned a little exhale from the one being shown the thing. It was still hard to focus on anything other than the thought of Mia making eyes at him. What was she thinking?

"Alright, guys, thank you so much for the dinner!" Mia said.

"You going?" Ruby asked over the Tupperware she was handling.

"Yep, got practice in the morning."

"How are you getting home, sweetie?" Ruby asked.

"Uber."

"Don't be silly! Jack'll take you." Ruby pressed a Tupperware lid into place with both thumbs, not looking at him.

"I will?"

"He will?"

"He will!"

"Of course, I'll take you!" He tried to put a little reluctance on that.

"It's really OK," Mia said. There was very little conviction in her words. "I don't mind Ubering."

"No, no, come on, my lovely wife's right as always. Any foot fetishist in a Yaris can download an app and start giving young girls rides on dark evenings."

"Eww!" Beth said from the couch, not looking up from the phone.

"Yes, daughter, exactly. Eww!" Jack grabbed the keys to the Range Rover. "Let's go get you home."

-- 10:38 pm

"You're such a cool dad, Mr. D."

"Oh yeah?" Jack laughed. "How so?"

"Taking me home, being protective, it's sweet."

"No, stop. Just can't let a pretty girl get into a stranger's car for no good reason."

"Pretty, huh?"

She shot him a look, eyebrow raised. A look he read as teasing.

"Well. You know what I mean!"

The eyebrow stayed up.

"Oh, drop it, kid, you're pretty! Not for me, but just generally, obviously."

"Obviously," she said, clearly not believing him. She seemed to enjoy seeing him squirm.

After a little while she said, "And you're so cute with your wife. It's so clear you guys are really in love."

"I do love my wife."

"And that time you busted into Tim's party, found Beth drunk and stoned, dragged her out of there kicking and screaming."

"You were there?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Sorry you had to see that."

"I was glad to see it, really. I kinda sometimes wish my parents cared that much."

Jack said nothing to that.

"Everyone tries so hard to be cool instead of protecting their kids from creeps and bad decisions," she said. "Or that time Beth and I were robbed by those two assholes."

"Oof. Yeah, I remember that."

"From what Beth tells me you beat them within an inch of their lives."

"I wouldn't say that."

His lawyer had told him not to say that. And it really wasn't that bad.

"Beth was in the parked car, pointing them out to you, right?"

The long and short of it was that when Beth and Mia were fourteen they'd been robbed by two twitchy twenty-year-old thuglets. The girls were pretty shook up about it, of course, but otherwise fine. To try and rectify the situation, Jack had taken Beth around the same neighborhood where it had happened. And they found them.

He'd be the first to admit he had quite a bit of anger in him, all of which needed to be processed and channeled and whatnot. Generally speaking, he was good at controlling his emotions. But someone laying hands on Beth and Mia - that had given him a justified reason to process some anger in an unhealthy way. He didn't feel bad about it. Righteous anger was a hell of a cheat meal.

"Oh, they were just dumb kids."

"She said there was a lot of blood."

Jack waved that off. "Dumb kids bleed real easy."

Mia laughed, grabbing his forearm. Her delicate hand, so small on his. He felt his impulse control being disassembled by the waves of cold heat her touch sent over him.

He looked at her. She took her hand off him, her laugh gradually turning into a smile and an apologetic grimace. "Sorry, Mr. D."

"For what?"

After a moment she said, "Overstepping, I guess?"

"You can call me Jack. You're an adult. You don't have to apologize for touching someone's arm."

He made a tiny fake jab toward her arm. She laughed and slapped his fist. "Stop! You'd break me!"

"Oh, stoooop!" Jack laughed.

"What, you're huge! And those arms are… Well, you know." She was flushing. "It's like you're made of warm stone or something."

As she mused, Jack looked at her and saw her, not very covertly, eyeing his body. Her eyes moved over the loose-fitting T-shirt under the silky, seashell-patterned, short-sleeved button-down, then his legs, while the buttons on his shorts and the darkness of the car did a lot of work to hide his erection from her.

He had to get his eyes back on the road, but he couldn't help but be thrilled about what was happening in the passenger seat. He knew she was thinking about something real hard and maybe even working up the courage for something. The smile on her face was changing. Getting braver. More dangerous.

They were stopped at a red light.

"Oh, you know what," Mia said, "turn right here, it's quicker."

"It's faster to go straight, we're almost there. Why do you want to turn?"

"I just figured that maybe… maybe it's better to go there… Because that street, as opposed to this street…" She was doing a lot of pointing and turning and gesturing now, drawing out what she was saying, seemingly on purpose. Maybe because she was scared to say it? "And that one doesn't have many trees and it's a little too…" She exhaled heavily, steadying herself. After a brief pause she said, "Basically, what I'm trying to say, Mr. D…" She looked at him now, fully turned to face him. "I would like to see your penis, and I think it's better we do it on a street that is not in front of my parents' house." She was shaking a little - a mix of fear and excitement. It was the same thing he felt.

"Whoa, Mia!"

"Would that be a problem?" she said as her fingers played with the hem of her dress, going higher up, revealing more of her tan, silky, strong thighs.

"Oh, boy, Mia."

Her fingers were moving toward her inner thighs now, and her chest rose and fell with deep, strained breaths.

"The light's green, Mr. D."

Beth. Joan and Ron. Fuck, Mia too. He could ruin all of their lives. Ruby's too. But Beth's most of all. The kind of man he'd want anywhere near Beth would take Mia straight home. No question. Just go straight, you fucking idiot.

He turned the blinker on.

The steering wheel was damp from his sweating palms. He slowed down on this new street, looking for places to park with a bit of privacy. And it just so happened that there was a streetlight out between a couple houses. He pulled in.

They stopped. He killed the engine.

He turned his head to her. Her leg, the one nearest to him, was tucked in below her right one on the seat. He got a view of her inner thighs disappearing into the darkness under the dress.

She leaned in over the console and gave him a kiss. It was almost a peck. She was looking at him, hopeful, nervous, a little wild.

Her face felt so small in his hands. Like a sweet, friendly animal to protect from the world.

She snuggled her face up to his hand as he touched her cheek. She smiled.

Mia moved her face into his palm, her hot breath flowing down his forearm. She took him by the wrist, her fingers slim and delicate.

She pulled his hand down a little and maneuvered her lips to the tips of his fingers. Her tongue glistened as she found his ring finger. She put it in her mouth slowly, working her tongue in circles around the wedding ring, looking at him then. She pushed his palm away from her slowly, his finger leaving the comfort of her hot, soft mouth.

"Mr. D?"

"Yes, Mia?"

"Can I see your penis?"

He said nothing, looking at her. He felt as though her words were going to turn him into a puff of smoke.

"I want you to see it, Mia."

Her breathing was fast as she reached over to unbutton his shorts. She had to unbutton them all the way and reach inside deep, as he closed his eyes in excited pleasure. Her small, soft, trembling hand found it and she pulled it out, with a bit of help from him hooking his fingers behind the waist and pulling the shorts down a bit.

She let out a bit of a gasp, looking back up at him.

"Mr. D?" she said, squeezing his hard cock at the base, swinging its weight around a little.

"Mmm?" he moaned, looking down at her.

She looked up at him and said, "I knew you had a big one."

He tensed it and made it pulse in her hand. Her compliments made him feel like he could run through a brick wall.

It wasn't that big, he thought. But for her size and experience, it might have seemed big. They must have looked like Beauty and the Beast, proportion-wise. He wasn't exactly turned off by that.

She looked down slowly and gave the tip a lick like it was a lollipop. He groaned. He put his hand over his mouth, elbow on the window frame, and caught a glimpse of his wedding ring. He could not believe this was really happening. His cock had not felt this hard and full for a long time.

But it was happening. Oh yeah, the twitch in his groin as she opened her mouth and took his cock.

The tactile feel of her silky smooth dark hair in his hand.

The silky dress fabric folded and snapped under his sweaty, large palm, as he slid it back and forth over her strong, slender back. The dress was very thin; he could feel her spine, her ribs, the muscles. Her behind in the air, knees on the passenger seat.

She was sucking it with purpose now. Not fast, but… with feeling. With enthusiasm. Stopping at the top to take breaths, letting out moans through her nose on the way down.

She couldn't take his cock entirely. But now that it was slick with her spit - sticky and syrupy from the tiramisu - she was getting closer than most could.

He ran his hand lower down her back, and what did he feel? Or rather, didn't feel…

Mia, you dirty slut. She was not wearing any panties. To a dinner at her friend's parents' house. Had she planned this? Or was she hoping for it?

"I have fantasized about your penis since the day I learned how to masturbate," she said, no longer mincing words.

She laid her left leg down on the passenger seat, lying flat now across the front over the console, fitting inside the car just right. This allowed him to pull up her dress and reveal her tanlined ass. He could swear he was salivating. He looked down at her.

The pleasure he was receiving was out of this world. Mia was still doing her absolute best to get it inside her all the way, grasping his shaft with her left hand, with her right hand clamping around the shaft on the other side, under his sack, so that when she went down, her cheek and lips, sometimes nose, slightly grazed them. It wasn't the most technically refined blowjob he had ever received, but what mattered was who was giving it to him: this perfect young girl, so hot, so perky, with perfect little ass and perfect little tits, in her perfect little dress.

"You're such a good girl, Mia."

She squeezed his cock with her hands like a cat making biscuits.

"And we were doing such a bad thing," he said, without thinking.

She took his cock out of her mouth, panting, catching her breath. She looked up at him.

"I love your cock, Mr. D." She kissed it, watching him. She propped it up against her cheek, nuzzling it, giving his balls a playful kiss. She ever so lightly slapped her cheek with it.

He wanted to cum in her mouth as she looked at him. He wanted to keep cumming, to fill her up. He wanted things he knew better than to want, things that were shameful to him and impossible to push away. This girl made him insane, putting images in his head.

Somehow he was convinced they were seeing these images together.

She sucked the tip into her mouth as hard as she could, given how slick and slippery with his precum and her saliva it was, and let it go with a smacking pop.

"Oh my God, Mia. This is so wrong."

"Please let me keep going, Mr. D."

"But you're so young."

"I'm a consenting adult, Mr. D."

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Touch me and you'll know."

He touched her pussy and it was so wet and hot that his finger slid right between her lips. Not inside; it was too tight.

She almost screamed, her eyes closed, head down between his legs, her moans vibrating into his balls.

He rubbed her slit up and down slowly, surprised at the size and hardness of her clit. And it was sen-si-tive! Whenever he glided over it, she'd shiver and arch.

He slid his fingers further up, lightly grazing her asshole. He spread her cheeks a little with one hand, and though it was dark in the car, he could see just how clean, pristine and tight it was. He touched it again and could feel her push up against his finger. He couldn't believe his own thoughts, but he could have sworn she wanted him to put his finger inside. But he held off.

He went back to her wet slit instead. He rubbed her pussy gently, up and down, as her head was moving up and down on his cock. She took tiny breaks at the top to exhale, moan, inhale, and go back in. His balls were wet with her saliva and she was struggling to cup them in her right hand as her left worked the very bottom of his shaft.

He worked on her clit for a bit, and as she got wetter and wetter, looser and looser, he worked his index finger at her opening. He put it in a little and the pressure from her squeezed it. She wasn't doing it on purpose; it was just how tight she was. He didn't move it.

He left his index finger still and rubbed her clit on and off with his middle finger. She was moaning and writhing in his lap, such a sensitive girl, and her pussy was performing its own dance, pulsating, exacting waves of pressure on his index finger.

She moaned louder. "You're gonna make me cum, Mr. D. Oh my God, I'm such a bad girl. Please make me cum, Mr. D. I want to cum so bad!"

She took a big breath and shoved his cock deeper inside her mouth than before and something opened up and it went in all the way.

She shivered and moaned out of control and he felt her finally release.

"Oh, yeah. Good girl, Mia."

Her body kept shivering for a bit and she calmed down. She came up for air, spit dripping on his cock and her hands from her open, gasping mouth.

"Mr. D, thank you! No one has ever made me cum."

"No one!?" His words were shocked, but he wasn't.

"The boys my age don't know what they're doing."

"Well, you sure know what you're doing, Mia."

"Really? You think so?"

"Didn't you just take my penis all the way into your throat?"

"I DID! You noticed!"

"How could I not?"

"It's the first time that has happened."

"Wow, it's really something."

She came up to him to kiss him. "I think you're opening something in me, Mr. D."

He didn't know what to say. He was in complete awe of this girl, in his lap. Going from his daughter's cute friend, his buddy's daughter, to this convulsing perfect storm.

Just as he was looking for words, his hand still enjoying the feel of her ass and his cock pulsing in hers, she said, "I want to taste your cum, Mr. D."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, Mr. D. I want you to cum in my mouth. I know it's wrong and we're ruining our lives and we will be in so much trouble, but I need it."

"It's OK." He touched her face, encouraging her.

"I don't think I can live without it, Mr. D. I won't sleep if I don't taste your semen."

"All yours, Mia," he said through a smile, knowing she wasn't listening.

"Cum in my mouth, Mr. D, OK? I want to taste your cum, please!" She seemed obsessed, barely hearing the words he was saying, barely understanding what was happening. To her, it was just her and his cock, as far as he could tell.

"Of course, Mia." He couldn't wait to cum in her mouth; he was already leaking so much precum. She went back down, and with a soft exhale he said, "Suck my cock, baby. I'm going to cum inside your throat."

He kept whispering to her as she sucked and moaned.

"I can't believe I'm inside you, girl! Go ahead, take my cock. It's all yours for now. It's yours whenever you want it, Mia."

She was moving in his hands. He realized his own grasp on reality was slipping.

As she gave him the sloppiest head he'd ever received, he kept whispering to her, "I will sneak into your room and you can suck the cum out of me while your parents are asleep. I'm going to cum inside you any chance I get. Just forget everything and suck my cock now, baby."

His finger was inside her again and he could feel her body recovering from the orgasm, getting wetter again, writhing against his palm again.

He removed the finger and instead laid his full palm over her vagina and ass and rubbed slowly, fully, back and forth.

"I'm going to cum, Mia."

She continued to suck at the same pace.

He was so close. He could already feel it. He took his pinky finger and pressed the tip of it against her asshole.

He must have pressed a little too hard. It slid inside her.

She groaned into his cock, her mouth still completely stuffed with it. She kept on sucking, her asshole tightening on his pinky, just one little knuckle in.

"Go ahead, Mia, take my cum, OK?"

She bobbed her head faster and he came. One pump - oh God - two pumps, her head was up now and suctioning the tip of his cock into her mouth HARD - three pumps - her head was moving down all the way into her throat again.

"Mia, fuck--" He took her head with his left hand and pushed it down. His right hand must have been twitching in reflex because she curled and arched her pelvis in response.

As he came more and more - four pumps, five, six, seven - he removed his pinky from her ass and rubbed her slit and her clit with his middle finger stretched out to cover her whole crotch.

He couldn't believe it, as he came - pumps eight, nine, and ten - she was coming again at the same time as him. She moved her head despite her body being mostly out of control at this point, her legs shivering, giving themselves some bruises against the interior of his car, but she didn't care. Neither of them did.

He didn't know about her, but this was the hardest he had come in a good while.

She came up carefully, stopping at the tip and using it almost as a cork. She took a couple of steadying breaths through her nose, and he could hear and see her swallowing his cum.

"Such a good girl."

"Mr. D." She was still catching her breath. "You made me cum again, Mr. D!"

"I hope you didn't mind my finger there…"

"No! It was… Thank you, Jack!" she said.

She sounded completely normal now. Panting, recovering, but no longer crazed.

"Hey, Mia." They locked eyes. He put his hand on her neck, thumb touching her cheek. "That was really something." He smiled and they kissed.

After a moment, they sat back, lazily cleaning themselves up and looking around a little, but there was no one around. She laughed, the way a truly relaxed and happy person might. And he joined her in that.

"I hope I can see you like this again sometime, Jack!"

"We really shouldn't."

She nodded in agreement, obviously swallowing a healthy dose of disappointment along with it.

"But we will."

She lit up. Kissed him all girly. Settled back into the passenger seat.

-- 11:20 pm

"OK, bye! Thanks for the lift, Mr. D!"

She got out and went up to her house in a half-jog. Jack wondered for a bit if Joan and Ron would ever find out about this. He'd been friends with her parents since the girls were little. But right then it was beside the point. Her ass shook from the half-jog. It made him want to break out in song.

-- 11:29 pm

"OK, ladies, the party is over, the day is done, my Ubering shift is over. I am entitled to a beer and some me time, yes or yes?" Jack said as he came back into the dining room and opened the fridge for a beer. The words made him sick. He was a liar now.

Ruby was doing the dishes, Beth was on her phone in front of the TV.

"Get her home safe?" Beth asked without looking up from her phone.

"Sure thing, honey!"

He kissed his wife on the cheek, opened his beer and propped up against the counter next to her as she scrubbed a casserole dish.

She leaned in a bit, looking over her shoulder at Beth before saying, "How'd it go?"

"Well…" he said, taking a drink, giving her a look.

"No!" she said.

He made a shushing motion.

"Already?" she asked, impressed.

"I guess I'm just that irresistible." He swallowed the cold beer and exhaled. Inside, he was somewhere between shame and pride. Fear and elation.

"I can't wait to hear all about it." Ruby kissed him, bit his lip, licked it, kissed it again, then went back to the casserole, smiling, her chest rising and falling faster now.