“Hey kiddo,” my dad says, shattering my fantasy and bringing me back to reality. “You’re on my team.”
“Great,” I say. We’re definitely going to lose. There’s no way my dad will be able to keep up with Ben, and since I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ll be pretty much useless on our team.
My dad gives me a brief overview of the rules. It’s our family against theirs. Annie and Tulip are far more athletic than my mom and I, so we most definitely don’t stand a chance. Oh well. It’s just a game. Wish I could convince my dad of that, but he seems to have something to prove. He stares at the other team with determination, and when he comes back into our huddle, there’s nothing but fierce determination in his eyes. This isn’t going to end well.
“The only one who will be able to keep up with Ben is you, Jenny-Bean. I want you on him like white on rice,” my dad says.
My cheeks heat up. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I wouldn’t mind staying on Ben all night long. “On it,” I say.
Maybe flag football isn’t so bad after all.
So basically, all I have to do is run and grab the flag off Ben’s belt whenever he has ball. This should be easy, right?
Wrong.
Ben is fast. Like, Superman fast. And he has the stamina of someone half his age. I’m already out of breath. My dad keeps yelling at me to stay on Ben. I’m starting to get frustrated with his constant demands, so the next time Annie snaps the ball and Ben catches it, I burst from my line like a cheetah and head straight for him. I don’t think he’s expecting my speed and for me to suddenly be on top of him. I know it’s supposed to be flag football, but I’m caught up in the moment and I jump on him.
We tumble to the ground together, tangled in each other’s limbs. I roll on top of him, straddling him. I reach down and yank a flag from his belt. He laughs and tries to snatch it back, but I stuff it down into the cup of my bikini top.
“If you want it so bad, you’ll have to come get it.”
He freezes, and suddenly I feel that his dick is hard as a rock beneath me. To everyone else it looks like a friendly tackle, but I know differently, and judging by the look on his face, Ben does too. Ben stares into my eyes and we’re locked that way, both realizing this is now more than just a friendly game of flag football. My little stunt has taken it to the next level. And though he’s hard and obviously feels some desire toward me, I don’t know if it’s what he wants.
I start to climb off of him, but his hand goes to my thigh and he squeezes. My dad and mom are too busy celebrating our victory, and Annie and Tulip wallowing in their defeat to notice when Ben reaches into my bikini top and grabs the flag. His fingers brush against my nipple and they turn to small diamonds.
I’m startled by the sudden touch and can’t help but think, Oh shit.
3
Ben
Oh shit, I think as I stare up at the sweating, gorgeous, heavy-breathing body of my best friend’s daughter. She’s a woman now with gorgeous curves and lovely pert breasts. Her thick blonde hair cascades in natural curls down her back and the sweat glistens off her young tan body in the receding sunlight. She’s intoxicating.
I think about all the touching and groping she’d been doing throughout the game and realize she’s been flirting with me this entire time. What the hell is happening? I feel like some kind of creep, but she’s eighteen. She’s an adult. That’s okay, isn’t it? My brain wants to argue that it’s not. Not only because she’s only eighteen, but also because she’s my friend’s daughter and my own daughter’s best friend.
My brain argues that it’s not okay, but my body is telling me something entirely different. My hard-on refuses to go away, no matter what I try to think about to distract myself. I even try to picture my ex-wife which is a guaranteed boner-killer, but even that doesn’t work. This girl has my body frozen in ecstasy.
I want to keep testing her, see how far she’s willing to take this, but my son yells out for us to hurry up, get back on the line so we play some more before the sun goes down and we have to stop for the night.
Jenny climbs off of me. She smiles and winks when she does, and that doesn’t help my situation at all. This isn’t over. I have to know what’s going on.