My son’s friend

“Daddy, can I get the car keys?” my son, Alex, called out as he dashed down the stairs, his backpack bouncing against his spine.

“Sure, buddy. Just be careful on the road,” I replied, tossing him the keys. “Your aunt’s expecting you.”

Alex caught them in midair with a grin. “Thanks, I won’t be late.” He grabbed his phone and headed out the door, leaving the house in a sudden silence. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of loneliness as the echo of his footsteps disappeared down the hall. Two days of solitude stretched ahead of me like a quiet, empty canvas waiting to be painted. I sighed, deciding to catch up on some work.

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the windows, painting the hardwood floor with golden stripes. I was engrossed in my paperwork when the doorbell rang, piercing the tranquility. I set down my pen and walked to the door, expecting a delivery or maybe a neighbor with a forgotten package.

As I opened the door, I was met with the sight of D Swaty, one of Alex’s friends from school. She was a vision in a tight, low-cut blouse and a short skirt that barely contained her curvy figure. Her hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, framing her delicate neck and those tantalizing D cup breasts. She looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes, and I felt a jolt of attraction that I quickly stowed away. “Hi, Mr. Thompson,” she said sweetly, her voice a melodious chime. “Alex forgot his music notes at home. Could I grab them really quick?”

I stepped aside to let her in, my eyes unavoidably drawn to her slender waist and the sway of her hips as she walked by. “Sure, Swaty. His room is the first on the left,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. The scent of her floral perfume filled the hallway as she moved, leaving a trail of temptation in her wake. I watched her disappear into Alex’s room and felt a sudden, unsettling urge to follow.

The house was plunged into darkness, and I jumped at the sudden absence of light. “Swaty!” I called out, my heart racing. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she called back from the depths of Alex’s room. “I just wanted to see if they were here.”

Her voice was closer than I expected, and the shadows danced around her figure as she emerged from the darkness, the faint outline of her luscious body making my pulse quicken. “Here they are,” she said, holding up a crumpled piece of paper. The light from the hallway spilled in, catching the glint of her piercing, and the gentle curve of her hips.

“Thanks,” I replied, taking the notes from her. Our fingers brushed, and I felt an electric current pass between us. She didn’t pull away, her gaze lingering on me, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. The silence grew thick, charged with something unspoken.

Swaty stepped closer, her breath warm on my skin. “Is there anything else you need help with, Mr. Thompson?” she asked, her voice a soft purr. I swallowed hard, my mind racing with inappropriate thoughts. She looked up at me through her lashes, her pink lips parted slightly, inviting.

“Well, actually,” I began, my voice hoarse. “I noticed you’re, uh, quite… well-endowed. What’s your bra size?” The question slipped out before I could catch it, and I held my breath, waiting for her reaction.

Swaty blushed, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. “They’re a size 32D,” she murmured, her eyes not leaving mine.

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires. She took a step closer, and I could feel the warmth radiating from her body. “Is there anything else you’re curious about, Mr. Thompson?” she asked, her voice a whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

I couldn’t believe the words that were about to leave my mouth, but they came out without hesitation. “Do you know, Swaty,” I began, “that your… assets, are quite… substantial?” I paused, watching her reaction carefully. “They’re, uh, bigger than my head size.”

Her blush deepened, and she giggled. “Thanks,” she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “They do have a way of getting noticed. But enough about me, how have you been, Mr. Thompson?”

Her question brought me back to reality, and I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. “Ah, I’ve been well, thanks for asking. But, I’ve noticed you’re quite athletic, Swaty. How do you manage to play outdoor games with… uh, your assets?” I tried to keep the conversation light, hoping she wouldn’t notice the slip in my tone.

Swaty’s laugh was like a silky caress against my eardrums. “It’s all about the right sports bra, Mr. Thompson,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “But sometimes, even that isn’t enough.”

Her candid response was surprisingly refreshing, and I found myself chuckling along with her. “I can imagine,” I said, trying to keep the conversation casual. “But seriously, you must get a lot of, uh, attention because of them.”

Swaty leaned against the doorframe, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “More than I’d like to admit,” she said, her gaze dropping to my crotch for a brief second before darting back up to meet my eyes. “But it’s all in good fun. They’re just part of who I am.”

The conversation was veering into dangerous territory, and I knew I should steer it back to safer waters. But the way she spoke about her body, with such openness and confidence, was intoxicating. “I’m sure they can be quite the distraction,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

Swaty’s smile grew a bit more playful, and she stepped even closer, so that her breasts were almost touching my chest. “You know, Mr. Thompson,” she began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “some guys have a hard time keeping their hands to themselves.”

My heart skipped a beat at the implication, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was referring to Alex. “I can imagine,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “They must be quite the handful.”

Swaty’s eyes widened in surprise at my innuendo, and she let out a sultry laugh. “You have no idea,” she said, leaning in so close I could feel the heat from her breath. “Some guys just can’t resist the urge to… explore.”

Her hand brushed against my arm, sending a bolt of excitement through my body. “But it’s all harmless fun,” she continued, her eyes gleaming. “After all, they’re just boobs.”

Swaty’s casualness about the situation was disarming, and I found myself leaning in, eager to hear more. “Do they get in the way of your daily activities?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “Oh, you wouldn’t believe the trouble they cause,” she replied, her hand moving to gently cup one of her breasts. “Guys are always trying to get a peek or a feel,” she said, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down my spine. “But I’ve learned to handle it.”

The sight of her hand on her own body was too much to bear, and I felt my resolve slipping. “How do you deal with it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Swaty’s eyes searched mine, as if looking for permission to share her secrets. “Well,” she began, her voice dropping even further, “sometimes, I just have to give them what they want.” She took a step closer, her chest pressing against my shirt. “It’s not like it’s a big deal, right?”

Her hand slid from her breast to my shoulder, and I could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric. My body responded instinctively, and I found myself leaning into her touch. “I mean, they’re just curious,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “They don’t know any better.”

The words hung in the air between us, a silent dare. I knew I should stop her, send her on her way, but the allure of her youth and the temptation in her eyes were too much. I reached up and gently placed my hand over hers, feeling the weight of her breast in my palm. “It’s okay,” I murmured, “I understand.”

Swaty’s eyes searched mine, a mix of excitement and uncertainty. “Do you, Mr. Thompson?” she breathed, her hand sliding up to my neck, her fingers playing with the hairs at the nape. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I knew I was crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. But the desire was too strong to resist.

Without thinking, I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her pink, pouty lips. She responded immediately, her mouth opening to invite me in, her tongue dancing against mine with surprising skill. Her hand slid down to my chest, her nails lightly scraping my skin as she pulled me closer, her body melding into mine.

We broke apart for a moment, both of us panting. “Swaty,” I began, but she put a finger to my lips, silencing me. She stepped back, her eyes never leaving mine, and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. It fell to the floor with a soft thud, and she stepped out of it, revealing her perfect, round breasts, the nipples erect and begging for attention.

The room spun, and I could feel the blood rushing to my groin. She reached for my shirt, her nimble fingers undoing the buttons with a confidence that belied her age. Her touch was electric, sending shockwaves through my body. I couldn’t help but moan as she slid her hand over my bare chest, her nails grazing my skin.

Swaty stepped back, her own chest heaving with desire. “Let’s go to the couch,” she murmured, taking my hand and leading me through the dimly lit house. The leather couch was cool under my back as she straddled me, her skirt riding up to reveal her bare, toned thighs. I could see the outline of her panties through the thin fabric, and I felt like I was going to burst.

As she kissed me again, I slid my hands up her shirt, feeling the soft mounds of her breasts. Her skin was like silk, and she gasped into my mouth as I gently pinched her nipples. She ground her hips against me, and I could feel the heat from her core, the fabric of her panties damp with anticipation.

The room was a whirlwind of sensation, the scent of her perfume and the soft sounds of our muffled moans filling my senses. I slipped my hand between us, finding the warm, wet opening of her sex. She bucked against me, her breath hitching, and I knew she was ready.

The doorbell rang, jolting us both out of our passionate haze. We froze, our eyes wide with panic. Swaty jumped off me, her cheeks flushed, and scurried to grab her bra. “I have to go,” she whispered, her voice filled with urgency.

The door clicked shut behind her, and reality crashed down like a ton of bricks. What the hell had I almost done? I was her teacher, her friend’s father! I couldn’t ignore the part of me that wanted to chase after her, to feel her again.

The doorbell rang again, and I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I walked to the door, hoping it was just a neighbor or a delivery, praying it wasn’t Alex. I opened the door, and my heart dropped into my stomach. Alex’s aunt, with a knowing smile on her face. “I saw Swaty leaving in quite a hurry,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Is everything okay?”

I swallowed hard, trying to come up with an excuse. “Yeah, she just… she forgot her phone,” I lied, my voice shaking. “I’ll make sure she gets it back.”

Her aunt’s smile grew wider, and she leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper. “You know, Mr. Thompson, she’s been talking about you a lot lately,” she said, her eyes glinting with something darker than mischief. “It seems she’s quite fond of older, more… experienced men.”

With that, she winked and sauntered away, leaving me standing in the doorway, my mind reeling. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, or what Swaty’s words had implied. I needed to cool off, to think. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge, popping the cap and taking a long, cold swig. The alcohol did little to dull the ache between my legs.