EroticReverie

Liam Lanson

"This is my friend, Violet." My daughter Hannah said as I opened the door to my daughter and her friend that I allowed her to bring with her for the week. It was their Spring Break, and since I had a house on the beach , I told her she could bring one friend for the week, and invite a few others for a few nights, but I didn't want the beach house flooded with teenagers.

My eyes locked on a pair of familiar bright blue eyes. Too familiar. Those eyes had been looking up at me while her mouth left a trail of red lipstick all up and down the length of my cock. This was not happening. This had to be a doppleganger of the girl I'd met at the bar. The girl I'd taken home was named Marie, and she was twenty one...not...a highschooler...not my daughters friend. But the widening of her bright blue eyes, lets me know that this is in fact the same woman I'd taken home that night a few weeks ago. Not a woman, a fucking ..girl. 

No. I did not fuck an underage girl. Maybe this was a college friend of hers? 

"You're friend?" I ask , my daughter already dragging her duffel bag inside. 

"Yeah, you've never met her before though." My daughter Hannah huffs as she drags her bag into the house. "We're in the same grade, she just moved here a few months ago." 

Same grade. Son of a bitch. I grit my teeth. She lied about her age. About her name. And now, she was standing on the edge of my doorstep. 

"Come in Vi!" Hannah laughs and walks back to the door and I move aside as I watch those blue eyes look at me, her mouth half way open. That fucking mouth. God, what a fucking mouth. No. Do not think about her mouth, don't think about the way it felt on your cock, or the way she kissed you while riding your dick, or the way it fell open when you had her on her back, drilling her orgasms out of her with your cock. 

"This is my dad, obviously, he's cool...most of the time." My daughter teases, and I snap myself out of it and quit staring at the five foot eight liar, with tits made for sin, and the world's most delicious fucking pussy I've ever tasted. Maybe she's already eighteen. Maybe she failed a year and was held back, but I could tell by the panicked look on her face, mixed with a silent apology, that I had no such luck of her being legal age. Son of a bitch. My eyes go to the exciting mess of hair on her head, it was Violet, just like her name. Her REAL fucking name. Not the one she gave me at the bar. It was a vibrant purple, with lighter shades of the color throughout, faded strands and ends. I remember seeing that hair and being instantly drawn to her as she stood at the side of the bar with a devils smirk on her lips when she caught my eye. 

"Okay, welllll, I'm going to give her a tour of the place, can you order some pizza, I'm starved, are you starved?" She asks turning to her friend. 

"Um, sure" Violet answers , now avoiding my eyes and Hannah waves her hand. 

"Don't be shy, we're hungry dad, can you order pizza?" Hannah asks again and I smile at my daughter. 

"Sure, extra anchovies?" I tease.

"Gross, hell no" Hannah says and then stops and swings an arm around me. "You're the best, extra cheese please!" She says and then nods to Violet. 

"Come on, follow me, we'll bring our bags up to my room first." She says.

"Nice to meet you ...Violet." I say and she gives a nervous laugh. 

"um, yeah, nice to meet you Mister Landson" she flushes a bit red and clears her throat and hitches her duffel bag over her shoulder and walks past me. I grit my teeth. 

I was furious. Furious that she'd lied about her god damn age. Furious that her purple hair clenched in my fist, while I fucked her from behind the next morning, was playing through my head over the past two weeks. The best fucking sex I've had in years, and it was sex that could land me on the fucking registry. I should've asked for her id. But she'd probably had given me the same one, a fake,  that got her into the bar in the first place. But she didn't fucking look seventeen. Maybe it was those fucking tits, and her cruves, and the confidence she had. Maybe it's my fucking mistake for underestimating to prowress of teenage fucking girls these days, and the bars mistake for not catching her fake id. God fucking damnit. 

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An hour later the girls are sitting out back eating their pizza, Hannah asked me to join but I wasn't hungry. Well I was , but I couldnt think of eating right now, still fuming and trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do. Do I confront her, scold her for lying to me? What's the point? It doesnt take back that night, what's done is done. So do I just act like nothing happened? I was pissed. I wanted to yell at her, ask if she knew how much my life could get fucked up if anyone ever found out I'd taken a seventeen year old to bed.

Hannah lived with her mother, and stayed with me occaisonally. She was older, so we didn't really have a set schedule for who she stayed with. We let her make that choice, sometimes she'd stat at my place for days or weeks, and then do the same with her mother, and pop over whenever in between. However her address for school , was her mothers house. I didn't live far, just a twenty minute drive or so from her moms place. After dropping Hannah off at her moms, I'd decided to go to a bar for a quick drink. I hadn't been out alot lately, busy with work, and hadnt gotten laid in who knows how long, and wasnt really expecting to take anyone home, because Id thought my "Game" was severaly lacking. Picking up women was harder than it was two decades ago. But then there was Marie. Well..Violet. Standing there in a tiny little black dress, tits heaving from her neckline, and a trim hour glass shape, and long legs and sexy little black heels. She was the sexiest woman Id seen in a long fucking time. Almost too damn pretty. Like she walked right off a movie screen, or magazine cover and into that bar. Now, I was wishing I'd had just gone straight fucking home that night. 

I shake my head as I look out the back window to the girls laughing, Violet's head thrown back, not a care in the world, cause SHE isnt the one that has to worry about her house becoming a dot on a map that lets people know where sex offenders live. Would she tell my daughter? Fuck. I wouldn't think so. But who knows, when she fucking lied to me to get me into bed. I wouldnt fucking put anything past her. She could be a vindicitive, evil fucking brat, that likes to ruin mens lives. 

I needed to get the fuck out of the house, go for a run. 

I go upstairs, throw on a pair of shorts, and a loose fitted muscle t shirt, and then my running sneakers. I grab my phone and ear buds and make my way back downstairs. 

I'm walking through the hall, my earbuds already in, when the bathroom door opens and the worlds best set of tits crashes against my chest, her hands on my chest, both of us jumping. I rip the ear buds out, looking around. 

"Oh, um, s-sorry, I was just-"

My nostrils flare and I tuck my phone and ear buds into the pocket of my shorts.

"You cant be here" I growl at her. 

Her brows pinch. "I wont..cause any trouble" 

I huff and cross my arms. "Where is Hannah?" 

"Outside." She says and reaches up one of her hands, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear with her wine colored painted fingertips. The same color they were when she raked those fucking nails over my back while begging for me to fuck her deeper. My dick twitches and I scowl at her. 

"How old are you?" I growl at her. 

She licks her lips nervously and steps back , sensing my anger and she swallows.

"Seventeen." She says, looking down at the floor.

"Fucking christ!" I whisper yell and she flinches. 

"Do you know how much trouble I can get in for fucking a minor!?" I whisper yell again.

"I know. I'm..I'm sorry, I didn't think...I didn't think i'd ever see you again, it was just....I liked you, if you knew how old I was, you wouldnt have-"

"Damn right I wouldnt have!" I raise my voice and then lower it again.

"I'm sorry!" she says, and her lower lip trembles slightly. 

God. She was so fucking young. Twenty one was too young. But Seven fucking teen?! 

"I wont tell anyone if thats what youre worried about" she says. "I wouldnt do that" 

"You lied." I growl at her. "You made me a fucking pervert, fucking a god damn highschooler! You're the same age as my fucking daughter!" I raise my voice.

"Stop yelling at me!" she says and her brows pinch, her lips tightening. 

"I said i was sorry!" she says.

"And that makes what you did any better?!" I ask. 

"No! I didnt say that,  I know I shouldnt have lied, but like I said..I liked you...I wanted to spend more time with you...and ...we had a connection" she says and my jaw ticks and I watch her lift those god damn eyes to me. 

"There was no connection." I lie. Because there was. We'd talked for two hours at that bar, before I'd brought her back to my place. She'd excited me, she was funny, quick witted, and liked the same music, liked the same sports I liked, mainly hockey, and impressed me with her actual knowledge of players, being both of us favored the same team. She was adventurous, and her smile and love of life had been infectious, and felt like it had woken something inside of me. 

"Now who's the liar?" She says lifting her chin and her brows lowering as she glares at me, offended that I'd lie about the clear connection that had been there. 

"I only lied about my age, everything else was real." She says and I huff.

"Okay Marie" I snarl at her, giving her the name she gave to me. 

"Marie is my middle name. So, that wasn't a lie." she says and lifts her chin. 

I just stare at her, my eyes dropping unwillingly down to her mouth. Fucking hell, that mouth was the mouth of a woman, not a seventeen year old girl. The things that fucking mouth did to my dick were beyond words. My eyes drop down to her cleavage, she's in a tight short sleeved , slightly cropped top with a v neck line, that little moon shaped gem belly ring dangling beneath the hem of her shirt. A tight pair of jean shorts hug her hips, my eyes going to her legs, to her feet, her toes painted the same color as her nails. 

"You can't..stay here Violet" I say, loving her real name far more than the one she gave me. It matched her far too well. Violet sounded a lot like violence, which sounded like danger, and she was...incredibly dangerous. She was trouble and fucking beautiful and toxic and poison that I wanted to ingest into my fucking veins no matter the cost. If I had known her age before, I'd have ran for the fucking hills, left that bar, and gone living my life without a care in the world. But now the problem lied in the fact, I hadnt known her age, and I'd fucking tasted her. I had her in my bed, and my dick inside her mouth and her pussy. Her fantastic , pretty , snug, wet , warm fucking pussy. 

"I wont be trouble, I promise" she says, her voice shaky as I lift a hand and place it on the wall by her head. 

"That's all you are is trouble." I say and lift my other hand to her waist. God damnit, I shouldnt be touching her. Her breath hitches and I grab her waist and curse. 

"you need to leave. Tell Hannah you're not feeling well. I cant have you saying here." I say shaking my head and I watch her hips jut out, moving closer to me as she leans her shoulders and head against the wall and lifts her chin slightly, looking up at me. 

"Why can't I stay?" she asks, but she already knows why. Not because of what we've already done, but because of what I want to do. What I WILL do, if she ends up staying here.

"Because, I dont want you here." I say as my hand shifts and I trail my fingertips under her navel, and flick the little gem dangling from her belly ring. 

"I'll be good" she says and I inhale and lift my eyes from my hand skimming up her stomach to the hem of her shirt, tracing along it. 

"If you want me to pretend it never happened...that's what I'll do...and you can...pretend too...I'll do whatever you want me to...i'll pretend to forget about how much fun I had talking to you...and how much fun I had with you after the bar.." she says and I clench my jaw and my hand slides up, beneath her shirt and she holds her breath. 

"i'll pretend i dont know how good it felt having your hands on me..." she says and I slip my hand up further and over her breast and she lets out a little whimper and I dip my head down, my head beside hers as I squeeze her breast in my hand. 

"I'll pretend I don't-" 

"Vi? You get lost?" My daughters voice has me jumping away from her, my hand flying out of her shirt and I turn, walking into the bathroom. 

"Nope!" Violet calls back as I look at her and shut the door, but not before her eyes drop to my raiging hard on beneath my running shorts. I scowl, closing the door in her face. 

"Okay, well I wanna go down to the water! Let's get our suits!" Hannah says, her voice coming closer, and Violets moving further away to go to her. 

"Okay sure" Violet says and I groan and roll my eyes and turn with my back to the door and push down the front of my shorts and fist my dick, needing to tend to the trouble she's caused me before I go for a run.