The sunscreen smelled like coconut. Zoe shifted on her lounge chair and tugged at the string tying her bikini bottoms, the fabric so small it barely qualified as clothing. Her porcelain skin was already turning pink across her shoulders despite the SPF 50 she’d slathered on twenty minutes ago, and her long blonde hair with its pink highlights stuck to the back of her neck in the July heat.
“You’re staring again,” Kate said without looking up from her phone.
“I’m not staring. I’m observing the grilling technique. He’s got a good flip. That’s a solid spatula wrist.”
Kate snorted. She was stretched out on the lounger next to Zoe, her dark hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, sunglasses pushed down her nose. She had her mother’s cheekbones and her father’s broad shoulders, a combination that somehow worked on her tall, lean frame. Her red bikini top was slightly too big, and she kept tugging at it.
“He’s literally just flipping burgers, Zoe.”
“A good flip is a good flip, Kate. Don’t be jealous.”
Julia was floating on an inflatable lounger in the shallow end of the pool, her arms draped over the sides, water lapping at her collarbones. She was forty-seven and looked like she’d been carved out of stone. Her auburn hair fanned out in the water behind her, and her green eyes watched Zoe with the kind of amusement that meant trouble was coming.
“Zoe, honey,” Julia said, pushing herself toward the edge of the pool with a lazy kick. “You’ve been ‘observing the grilling technique’ for about six minutes now. That burger must be the most fascinating burger in the history of beef.”
“It’s a really good burger,” Zoe said, not even trying to sound convincing.
The pool area was ridiculous in the way only a pool area at a house in the hills could be. Travertine decking surrounded a free form pool that curved around a rock waterfall. There were three lounge chairs, a covered cabana with an outdoor fan, and a built in bar that nobody was using because the grill, and its operator, were on the other side of the yard. Tall hedges blocked the neighbors’ view, and the whole space smelled like chlorine, charcoal, and the jasmine growing along the back fence.
Jeff stood at the grill in cargo shorts and nothing else, which was the root of Zoe’s entire problem. He was six two and built like someone who had lifted heavy things consistently for thirty years. His shoulders were wide and sun darkened, his chest was covered in a mat of graying hair, and his forearms looked like they’d been borrowed from a larger, more terrifying man. Sweat rolled down his temples and collected in the hollow of his throat. He had a spatula in one hand and a beer in the other, and he was talking to someone on the phone, laughing at something with a deep, loud sound that Zoe could hear from twenty feet away.
“Okay, she’s doing it again,” Kate said, tilting her sunglasses down further. “Mom, Zoe is doing the thing.”
“I can see the thing,” Julia said. She pulled herself up to sit on the edge of the pool, water streaming off her yellow bikini, her long legs dangling in the water. “Zoe, sweetie, do you want me to call him over here so you can get a closer look at the, uh, grilling technique?”
“No,” Zoe said. Then, after a pause: “Yes. No. Maybe.”
“Oh, this is precious,” Julia said, grinning. She cupped her hands around her mouth. “Jeff! Come here for a second!”
“Jules, the burgers are at a critical juncture.”
“Jeff. Now.”
He put down the spatula and walked over, beer still in hand. Zoe watched him. Frozen, wide eyed, and completely unable to look away. Up close, he was even more overwhelming. His chest hair was damp with sweat, and there was a smudge of charcoal on his hand. He smelled like smoke and salt and something woodsy that Zoe’s brain immediately felt.
“What’s up?” he asked, looking at his wife.
Julia smiled the kind of smile he’d seen before in scenarios just like this. “Your daughter’s best friend has been staring at you for the last fifteen minutes.”
“Mom,” Kate groaned.
“I haven’t been staring,” Zoe said, sitting up straighter. “You know what, fuck it. I have been staring. I’m not going to lie about it. He’s right there. Look at him.”
Jeff raised an eyebrow and looked down at Zoe, who was five feet of blonde hair and attitude in a bikini that was held together by two square inches of fabric. “You’ve been staring at me?”
“Yes.”
He blinked. Then a grin started at one corner of his mouth and spread slowly across his face, the kind of grin that said he was not at all upset about this information. “Well. Alright then.”
“See?” Julia said, nudging Kate. “She’s not even denying it. I love this girl.”
“I’m just being honest,” Zoe said, crossing her legs on the lounge chair and leaning back on her hands. The movement made her tiny bikini top shift, and she didn’t bother fixing it. “You’re a very attractive man, Jeff. Your wife is right there and she’s gorgeous, so clearly you have good taste, and I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking.”
“Nobody else was thinking that,” Kate said.
“You were thinking it a little bit.”
“I was thinking about the burgers.”
“Sure you were, girl.”
Jeff laughed. That deep, manly laugh, and took a sip of his beer. He was looking at Zoe now with a kind of surprised interest, like he’d just noticed something he hadn’t expected to see.
“How long have you been staring at me, exactly?”
“Since you lit the grill.”
“That was forty minutes ago.”
Julia was practically glowing with delight. She pulled herself out of the pool and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her waist. “Jeff, I think Zoe has a crush on you.”
“Mom, stop.”
“What? It’s cute. She’s eighteen, he’s, well, he’s old enough to know better, but that’s never stopped him before.” Julia smiled at her husband, who shook his head but was still grinning.
“I don’t have a crush,” Zoe said, standing up from the lounge chair. She was barely five feet tall, and standing next to Jeff made the size difference almost absurd. She had to tilt her head back to look at his face. “A crush is when you like someone and you’re shy about it. I’m not shy.”
“Clearly,” Jeff said, looking down at her.
“Zoe, you should kiss him,” Julia said, with a sweet grin on her face.
“What?” Kate sat up so fast her sunglasses flew off. “Mom.”
“What? It’s just a kiss. He’s right there, she’s right there, and honestly, I want to see what happens.”
Jeff looked at his wife. “Yeah?”
Julia shrugged, her smile widening. “I’m bored and the burgers aren’t ready. Entertain me”
She then winked at Jeff. “Besides, this isn’t the first time we’ve done something like this.”
Kate groaned and closed her eyes laughing.
Zoe didn’t wait for further discussion. She reached up, grabbed Jeff’s face with both hands, her fingers barely reached around his jaw, stood on her toes, and kissed him. It wasn’t a polite kiss. She opened her mouth against his and slid her tongue past his lips, and Jeff made a sound that was somewhere between surprise and approval. His free hand came down to the small of her back, and then his beer was on the ground and both hands were on her waist, and he lifted her off her feet like she weighed nothing.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her tiny bikini bottoms riding up, with her skinny arms around his neck, and they started really making out. Sloppy, open mouthed, and shameless. Kate made a noise that was somewhere between a shriek and a laugh, and Julia was clapping.
“Get it, Zoe!” Julia shouted.
“I’m scarred for life,” Kate said, but she was laughing too.
Jeff pulled back from the kiss, breathing hard, Zoe still wrapped around him, both covered in sweat. He looked at his wife.
“Jules.”
“I know that look,” Julia said, crossing her arms and grinning. “You want to take this somewhere private?”
“I really, really do.”
“Then be a gentleman and take that pretty girl to the bedroom, Jeff. The burgers can wait.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He threw Zoe over his shoulder in one smooth motion. Her blonde hair hanging down his back, her pink highlights catching the sunlight, and started walking toward the house. She was laughing, her hands braced on his lower back, her bare feet kicking in the air.
“Have fun, Zoe!” Julia called after them.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Kate shouted.
“That list is very short!” Zoe yelled back over her shoulder.
“You’re going to get wrecked!” Kate yelled.
“That’s the plan!” Zoe shot back, and then they were through the sliding glass door and inside, and Kate and Julia were left standing by the pool, looking at each other grinning.
“She’s going to be so sore tomorrow,” Julia said, almost fondly.
“Mom, I am right here.”
“I know. You should go check on the burgers.”
______
The bedroom was at the end of the upstairs hallway. Jeff kicked the door shut behind them and dropped Zoe on the bed. She bounced once, her hair fanning out around her, her bikini top askew. The room was big. King bed, dark sheets, ceiling fan turning lazily overhead. Afternoon light came through the blinds.
Zoe was naked in about four seconds. She yanked her bikini top over her head, shoved her bottoms down her legs, and kicked them onto the floor. She was small and pale and flat chested, her body lean and tight, her skin almost luminous against the dark sheets.
She slid off the bed and onto her knees on the floor in front of him, looking up with at Jeff with an adorable smile.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for months,” she said, and reached for the waistband of his cargo shorts.
She pulled them down and his cock was already hard. Thick and heavy, eight inches, jutting out from a nest of dark, graying hair. Zoe wrapped both hands around it and they didn’t quite reach all the way around. She looked back up at him, and spit on his head.
“That’s nasty,” he said, but his voice was rough and his hips pushed forward.
“You have no idea,” she said, and took him in her mouth.
It was a mess from the start. She worked him with her mouth and both hands, stroking and twisting, saliva running down her chin and dripping onto her chest, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. She took him deep until she gagged, pulled back, caught her breath, and went again. Her lips stretched around his girth, and she made wet, obscene sounds that filled the room.
“Fuck, Zoe.”
She popped off and licked a long lick up the underside of his shaft, then dropped lower and took one of his balls in her mouth, sucking gently while she stroked him with both hands. He groaned and put a hand on her head, fingers tangling in her blonde hair. She switched to the other one, lapping at it with her tongue, her eyes closed.
“Turn around,” she said, looking up at him, her chin wet.
“What?”
“Turn around. Bend over.”
He stared at her for a second, then did what she asked. He braced his hands on the edge of the bed and bent forward, his thick, hairy legs spread, his muscular ass on full display. Zoe grabbed both cheeks and spread him open, leaned in, and dragged her tongue flat and slow from the bottom of his ballsack all the way up to the small of his back.
“Jesus Christ.”
She did it again, slower, then pressed her face in and licked directly across his asshole. A broad, wet stroke that made his whole body tense. She tongued him in tight circles, then pointed her tongue and pushed it in. Jeff dropped his head between his arms and let out a long, guttural sound.
She ate his ass with the same enthusiasm she’d given his cock. Sloppy and relentless, her face pressed between his buttcheeks, her hands gripping his hips, spit running down her chin and his thighs.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK.” He was sweating harder now, a sheen across his back, his muscles flexing under the hair.
She pulled back, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and stood up. “Okay. My turn.”
He turned around and grabbed her, both hands under her arms, lifting her like a doll, and threw her onto the bed on her back. She bounced and laughed. Then he was on her, pushing her legs up and back, folding her nearly in half with her feet over her head. Her hips tilted up, her pink pussy on full display, glistening.
He sucked on a toe. Then put her whole tiny, soft, perfect right foot in his mouth and sucked. For the first time all day she blushed.
“You ready?,” he asked, positioning the head of his cock against her bald little twat.
“I’ve been ready since you lit the grill, daddy.”
That word. Hearing her call him “daddy,” in that young melodic voice drove him insane . He grabbed her thighs and slammed into her. Zoe’s laugh turned into a sharp, high moan that bounced off the walls. He was thick and deep She was tiny. The stretch was almost too much, and she loved it.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuuucckkk!”
He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal rhythm, his hips slapping against her, the bed shaking underneath them. His weight pressed her legs further back, her knees beside her ears, and she was pinned and full and making sounds she didn’t even recognize.
“That’s it, take it,” he growled, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her face.
“Yes! Fuck me, daddy, fuck me harder!”
He did. He fucked her so hard the headboard started banging against the wall, and she was moaning and panting and clawing at his forearms, her toes curling above his head. Her pussy was soaked, making slick, wet sounds every time he drove into her.
“You like that big dick?”
“I love it big daddy. Don’t stop. Please keep hitting it.”
Instead, he pulled out suddenly and she made a desperate, whining sound, as he flipped her over in one motion. Face down, small ass up. He got behind her, squatted, his thighs bracketing her hips, and drove back in from above. The angle was different and deeper and she screamed into the mattress.
“Oh god. Oh my god!”
He grabbed her hips and pounded down into her, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. She was shaking, her arms giving out, her face pressed into the sheets. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess, stuck to her sweaty back and shoulders.
“Tell me what you want, Zoe.”
With a strained voice she said, “I want you to shoot your whole load in me. Please. Blow it in my pussy, daddy. You know you want to.”
He fucked her harder. The room was full of sound. Skin on skin, the wet slap of sex, her muffled moans, his heavy breathing. He was close; she could feel him getting even thicker inside her, feel the way his rhythm was breaking down.
“I’m gonna fill you up.”
“Fuck yeah.”
He drove in deep and held, his whole body going rigid, and he nut. She felt it. Pulse after pulse of hot cum shooting into her. He groaned long and low, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. She was clenching around him, her own orgasm crashing through her in waves, her thighs shaking.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted into the mattress, her whole body trembling.
He stayed inside her for a long moment, both of them breathing hard, sweat dripping off their skin. Then he slowly pulled out, and she felt his cum start to leak out of her, running down her inner thigh.
And that was when the applause started.
Zoe’s head snapped toward the door. Julia and Kate were standing in the doorway. Julia with her towel still around her waist. Kate with her mouth open in a horrified grin. And they were both clapping.
“Bravo!” Julia said, cackling. “That was amazing. The wall was shaking.”
“Mom, what is wrong with you?” Kate said, but she was laughing too, one hand over her eyes, peeking through her fingers.
“The burgers are burning, by the way,” Julia added, leaning against the doorframe. “Just thought someone should know.”
Jeff, still sweaty and breathing hard, looked at his wife and then at his daughter and then at Zoe, who was face down on the bed with cum on her thighs, a smile on her face, looking exhausted.
Zoe lifted her head from the mattress, her face flushed and her eyes glazed, and looked at the doorway. “How long have you two been standing there?”
“Long enough,” Kate said.
“Long enough to be deeply impressed,” Julia said. She looked at Zoe’s thighs, raised an eyebrow, and grinned. “I told you you were going to get wrecked.”
“You called it,” Zoe said, and dropped her face back into the pillow.
Jeff pulled on his cargo shorts and headed for the door. “I’m going to go save the burgers.”
“You do that, honey,” Julia said, patting his chest as he passed. She looked back at Zoe. “There’s towels in the bathroom, sweetie. And maybe a heating pad. You’re going to need it.”
“I regret nothing,” Zoe said, muffled by the pillow.
Kate shook her head, still grinning. “You’re a disaster.”
“I’m a happy disaster.”
Julia hooked her arm through Kate’s and started pulling her toward the hallway. “Come on, let’s go see if your father can salvage dinner. Zoe, take your time. Drink some water.”
“Okay.”
“And Zoe?”
“Yeah?”
Julia grinned over her shoulder. “You’re always welcome here.”
The door closed behind them, and Zoe lay there in the quiet room, the ceiling fan turning overhead, Jeff’s cum leaking out of her pussy.
“Best pool day ever.”
