Her Dad’s Best Friend

"I'm very glad." She smiles with just her mouth. Her eyes are angry and cold, but I don't think that her dad has noticed. "Can't wait to get back into the swing of college life."

"Those were the days, huh?" My buddy nudges me. "Wild girls, crazy parties, staying out past dawn. Can't keep up with all that anymore. You're not drinking of course, Sunshine, right?" "I wouldn't tell you if I did drink, Dad." She rolls her eyes at him, but he just laughs.

"You should keep some secrets from your old man. Just don't turn up unmarried and pregnant on my doorstep one day and I'll believe that I raised you right."

Her face is getting a little pink. "I don't..."

"I know you're a good kid, Sunshine. I'm just teasing you." He turns to me. "I was blessed with an incredible kid. Too bad you don't have one of your own, you know. I thought

that you'd be married by now, but you've enjoyed the bachelor life. You can sow your wild oats wherever you like."

At the mention of wild oats, I feel a gentle brush against my cock. I think that I'm imagining it until I see Camilla's eyes. They're fiery and angry.

The touch comes again, firmer this time. The little minx is sliding her foot up and down my dick. She's trying to get me back for turning her down. My cock does not care. It's rock hard and ready to go. I can already feel a little pre-come oozing out of the tip.

I try to warn her to stop with my eyes, but she's ignoring it.

I grunt.

"You okay, Link?"

"That was my stomach," I lie. "I'm hungry."

"Food will be here soon enough. What do you think about the weather lately?" He launches into a monologue that I can't keep track of because I'm breaking out in a sweat. I'm about to come under this table from her little foot rubbing up against me. I can't move because it'll look weird. I can't run to the bathroom, because then everyone will see my erection proudly displayed. I grit my teeth and close my eyes as I feel myself release in my pants like a teenage boy.

I open my eyes to see victory shining in her eyes. I know that she's mad, but I didn't expect her revenge to be a foot job during dinner with her father. She's diabolical. I need to clean up. My cock is softening

now.

"Excuse me," I mutter, and her father doesn't stop for a second. "I'm going to hit the bathroom."

Following

Camilla

I just did something bad, and I'm planning on following it up with something worse.

My dad must have had a glass or three while I was changing, because he's cheerfully talking to two ladies who are sitting at the table next to ours. His voice is a little loud.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

My dad doesn't skip a beat, just goes right on talking about the weather and climate change. I don't know if he even needs an audience.

I go to the back hallway where the restrooms are. I pass some guy who is still zipping up his pants. The door to the guys' restroom is closing very slowly. There's only one stall and nobody at the urinals. If Link is in there, he's in the stall. I hope no guys need to use the restroom for the next ten minutes, because I go inside, shove the door shut despite some resistance, and lock it.

"Link," I whisper.

"Camilla." The door of the stall swings open. He sticks his head out. "Get out of the men's bathroom."

Instead of obeying, I push the stall door open. He has his erection in his hand. He was hiding it behind the door.

"Are you close?" I can see a little pearly liquid at the tip.

I kneel on the tile floor, ignoring the fact that my dress is definitely getting dirty.

"Camilla, you can't be in here."

When I pull his dick into my mouth, though, he shuts up.