MANDY

I was so excited when my parents told me Brian was coming for supper tonight. Brian is my dad’s best and oldest friend, and he’s also the man I’ve been in love with for as long as I can remember. I’ve never told anyone how I feel about him, but I recently turned 18, and it’s getting harder and harder to keep it a secret.

When I hear the doorbell ring, I run for the front door, eager to see his beautiful face again, but when I open it, I feel like my whole world has collapsed. Standing on the step is Brian, looking perfect and gorgeous as usual, but next to him stands a leggy blonde with her arm wrapped possessively around his.

“Hey, kiddo,” he says with a big grin.

I can barely manage a small smile before standing back so they can come in. He notices my unusual behavior but doesn’t say anything, just quirks an eyebrow at me, silently asking me if I’m okay. I can’t bring myself to look into his deep brown eyes, the ones that are as familiar to me as my own, so instead I duck my head and lead them down the hall to the kitchen where my parents are getting the food out of the oven.

“Hey, Brian,” my dad says, clapping him on the back. He holds his hand out to the blonde. “You must be Raquel.”

Of course her fucking name is Raquel!

I try not to snarl when I look at her. She’s perfect, of course she is. Tall, slim but curvy in all the right places, with big blue eyes. I suddenly feel very short and very ugly compared to her, and I don’t like it. I especially don’t like the way she looks at Brian.

He’s mine, lady!

I want to scream at her and kick her in the ass, but I take a seat at the table and ignore the confused looks I’m getting from Brian over her head.

I tune out whatever the hell my parents are talking about with the perfect Raquel, but my head jerks up when I hear my name.

“And this is our daughter Mandy,” my mom says to her.

“Nice to meet you,” Raquel says with a big smile.

I smile, or try to, but I’m pretty sure it probably looks more like a grimace.

“Brian told me you just turned 18. That’s a pretty exciting age. Any college plans?”

I suppress a groan. The last thing I want to do is have a conversation with the woman who’s touching my Brian. A part of my brain corrects me that he’s not actually mine, but I tell that part to go fuck itself and keep my voice even as I respond.

“No, not really. I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet.”

“Well, you still have plenty of time, I suppose,” she says and then quickly turns back to my parents. “Is there anything I can do?”

I ignore them and go and let Daisy in. She’s my pit bull mix, and I love her more than I can possibly say. As soon as I see her happy brown face, I can’t help but smile and feel better. She runs to me with that sort of pure joy that only dogs seem to be able to pull off, and I wrap my arms around her. She gives my cheek a lick, making me laugh, and then she runs to her second favorite person in the world.

Brian bends down when he sees her, giving her a good scratch behind the ears, but it’s Raquel’s reaction that has us all turning our heads.

“Oh my god! Get that thing away from me!”

She’s taken a step back and has her hands held out as if to ward off the hounds of hell.

We all just look at her as if she’s lost her mind, especially when Daisy just sits there looking up at her with that classic pit bull smile.

“It’s just Diasy,” Brian says, trying to reason with her. “She’s harmless.”

“Is that a pit bull?” she asks, and I swear I hear a tremor in her voice which makes me want to laugh and roll my eyes all at the same time.

“She’s a mix,” I say, squatting down by Brian so I can pet her. “Brian got her for me for my 16th birthday.”

“Well, just keep her far away from me,” she says, and I notice that she’s not nearly as pretty as I thought she was. Her face looks more pinched now, and her anger has really accentuated all those fine lines around her mouth and eyes.

“Gladly,” I say in a tone that has her narrowing her eyes. I stand up and head toward the stairs, Daisy following along by my side.

The muffled voices of my parents float up to me, but I can’t make out anything they’re saying. I sit on my bed with Daisy, giving her extra love to make up for Raquel. I can’t believe Brian would date somebody so horrible. She didn’t deserve him, and the image of her clutching at his arm was going to haunt me for a long time.

My stomach growls when I start to smell the grilled hamburgers and my mom’s cheesy potatoes, but I refuse to leave Daisy and go down. Instead, I sprawl on my bed and smile when Daisy immediately cuddles up next to me. I pet her soft brown fur as my eyelids eventually grow heavy. The next thing I’m aware of is a warm hand on my face. Somewhere in the back of my brain I register the smell of Brian’s cologne, and I lean into his touch and give a soft moan. My nipples harden immediately at the smell and feel of him, and I feel the same familiar wetness between my legs that I always get when I’m around him.

I’m about to run my tongue up the palm of his hand when I hear him say, “Mandy, wake up. I brought you some food.”

I slowly open my eyes to his smiling, amused face. Returning his smile, I raise my arms into a long, lazy stretch, and I inwardly give a happy squeal when I notice his eyes drop to my tits.

He quickly pulls his hand back from my face and looks away, but there’s no denying the hungry look I saw.

He holds the plate of food out to me. “I thought you might be hungry.”

I notice he’s prepared the burger exactly how I like it—cheese, mustard, and extra pickles—and given me a generous helping of the potatoes.

“Thanks.” I take the plate and dig in while he sits down on the bed and pets Daisy.

“I’m really sorry about Raquel,” he finally says.

“Why are you with such a horrible woman?” I ask in between bites.

He sighs and runs a hand through his thick, dark hair. “I know her from the gym. She keeps hitting on me, and she kind of cornered me today and pretty much invited herself along. Your parents said they didn’t mind if I brought her. I think they’re really hoping I’ve found the one.” He gives an exaggerated groan making it obvious that she is clearly not the one.

I hesitate for a second, then say, “Please don’t sleep with her, Brian.”

His eyes widen in shock before he lets out a startled laugh. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“I’m not a kid anymore. I am aware of sex.” I take a big bite of hamburger to keep my mouth full so I won’t say anything stupid like, And I’d really like to try having it with you.

“I know you’re an adult now, and don’t worry, I’m not doing anything with her.” He reaches down and gives Daisy’s head a pat. “How could I do anything with a woman who hates Daisy?”

“Good point,” I mumble around my food.

While I continue to eat and try not to think about how close he is to me or the fact that he’s sitting on my bed, he reaches over and grabs the framed photo on my nightstand. It’s a photo of Brian and me from last year when he took me to the fair. Our faces are pressed close together so we could both fit into the selfie I was taking. I remember it like it was yesterday, the feel of his stubble pressed against my cheek, the intoxicating smell of his cologne, the feel of his hard body against mine, the way my whole body lit on fire the second we touched.

“We going again this year?” he asks, holding the framed photo up.

“That depends,” I say, setting my plate of food down.

“On?”

“If we’re going alone or not.”

The fair is our special time. Brian has been taking me for as long as I can remember. There’s no way in hell I’m going to go if it means he’s bringing someone else along, someone like the nauseating Raquel.

He studies my face for a second, and I try to read his dark brown eyes, but it’s impossible to know what he’s thinking right now.

“Why on earth would I do that?” he finally says. “Then there would be three of us, which makes no sense because most of the rides are for two people. Plus, we’d have another person trying to eat our funnel cake, and

you know we can’t stand for that kinda shit.”

I smile at him and lean my head against his shoulder.

I’m surprised when he adds, “The fair is our time, Mandy. I don’t want to share it with anyone else.”

“I don’t either,” I say, forcing myself to not crawl in his lap.

With a sigh, he gives my knee a quick pat and stands up. “I should be going. I just wanted to make sure you got some supper and to apologize for the dog-hating monster downstairs.”

I give a small laugh. “Good luck getting rid of her. She looked quite possessive earlier with the way she was grabbing onto your arm. For one horrible moment, I thought you two were a couple.”

“God no,” he says with a groan. “She’s in for a rude awakening when I dump her off at her house without so much as a friendly handshake.”

He gently places the framed photo back on my nightstand. “Text me that photo when you get a sec. I really like it.”

A huge grin spreads across my face. “Okay, I will.”

He leans down and kisses my forehead, letting his hand cup the side of my face. The feel of his warm, soft lips on my skin makes my breath catch in my throat. I let out a soft sigh and grip his wrist with my hand, keeping him pressed close to me. We stay like that way longer than appropriate. He always gives me a hug and a kiss goodbye, but it’s never been like this.

Neither one of us wants to be the first to break away, and it isn’t until we hear the muffled sounds of my parents and Raquel heading to the front door that he pulls away. I look up into his gorgeous face, noticing the heat in his gaze and the way his lips are still slightly parted, and I want so badly to throw myself in his arms and kiss him.

His hand is still resting against my face, and he lets his thumb stroke my cheek before pulling it away. I feel that touch all the way down to my pussy, and a small moan escapes before I can stop it. Judging by the way his eyes darken, I’m guessing he heard it.

“Pick you up Friday at 8 for the fair?” he asks, never taking his eyes from mine.

“Yes,” I say in a voice I barely recognize as my own.

He gives me a sexy grin before giving Daisy one last pat. As he’s walking out my door, he calls over his shoulder, “Don’t forget to text me that photo.”

I lay back on my bed with a huge smile on my face. The memory of his lips on my forehead and his hand on my cheek is one that I’ll never forget. It instantly makes me want more, though. Small touches like that will never be enough, but it’s a start.

BRIAN

I manage to block out Raquel’s annoying voice as I drive her back to her house. All I can think about is Mandy. I know I crossed the line in her room, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to touch her, to feel her skin against my lips, even if it was just her forehead. That little moan she’d let out had nearly made me lose all control. All I could think about was pressing my body against hers and burying my cock as deep inside her as humanly possible.

Her green eyes had told me she’d have been more than willing if I had. Ever since she turned 18, she’s all I can think about. If I’m not thinking about her while I’m awake, then I’m dreaming about her at night, and lately the dreams have taken a very strange turn. Last night, I’d had an insanely realistic dream of me fucking a very pregnant Mandy. I’d woken up with a painfully hard cock and immediately jerked off to the still vivid image of my hands around Mandy’s swollen belly while I fucked her from behind. Just the memory of it has my cock growing hard.

Raquel’s annoying voice cuts through my fantasy, killing the hard-on with quickness as I pull into her driveway.

“So, I had a great time,” she says with what I’m assuming she thinks is a sexy purr. She runs her finger along my forearm, and I have to force myself to not yank my arm away. “Wanna come in?”

I gently remove her hand from my arm. “No, thanks.”

She looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Very.” I hit the unlock button on my door, hoping she’ll take the hint.

She lets out a small snort. “Is this about that stupid dog?”

I turn to her, trying very hard to keep my voice steady. “I love that dog. You, on the other hand, I care nothing for. I knew this was a bad idea. I’m sorry, but you and I are never going to be anything more.”

“You asshole!” she screeches at me before jerking the door open.

I try and give a friendly wave, but she slams the door shut and storms off. Yeah, I’m going to have to switch gyms. I don’t want to ever run into her again. Before I’m even out of her driveway, Raquel is erased from my mind, and all I can think about is Mandy.

I’m just walking in my front door when I hear my phone give a short ding. Smiling, I dig it out of my pocket, hoping it’s the photo I asked Mandy to send me. Sure enough, the image of us together pops up, and I’m lost in that beautiful face of hers. Her dark hair is loose, making the green of her eyes stand out, and the fullness of her lips makes me immediately envision how gorgeous they would look wrapped around my cock.

I send her a quick text. Thanks, Mandy.

She doesn’t make me wait long for a response. I’m glad you wanted it.

It’s my favorite photo.

Then she adds, How did it go with R?

I groan as I type. As well as I expected. I’ll have to find a new gym to go to.

She sends me a laughing emoji and a cute photo of her and Daisy. I can tell she just took it because she’s on her bed and in the same clothes she’d been wearing earlier. For one brief moment, I think to myself that everything I truly love in this world is in that one photo. The only thing missing is my arms around her and our baby between us. I shake my head. I need to get a grip.

Thanks for the photo. Can’t wait for Friday. Remember to come hungry!

We always stuff ourselves with unhealthy carny food. It’s all part of the tradition.

Oh, I’ll be hungry, Brian. ;)

Her response makes me think of more than greasy hot dogs and funnel cakes, and my cock instantly hardens. This is going to be a long fucking week. I type out a quick goodnight and spend a restless night tossing and turning. The week drags by slower than I ever thought possible so when Friday finally comes around, I’m more than ready for it.

I’m not surprised to see Mandy waiting and ready when I pull up outside their house. She hollers something into the house before hopping into my truck. She looks amazing in a pair of short shorts and a tight t-shirt that hugs her tits like a second skin. I try hard to remind myself that this is my best friend’s daughter. She’s off limits to me, and Jim would kill me if he knew how much I was thinking about fucking his precious baby girl. One look at those toned, tanned legs has all those images rushing back into my head, though. There’s no denying how I feel about her. I just can’t act on it, I tell myself.

It’s not long before we see the lights from the fairgrounds up ahead and Mandy lets out a happy squeal next to me, clapping her hands like she used to when she was younger. When I parked the truck, we got out and waited in line for our tickets. She wraps her arm around mine and keeps her body pressed tightly against me. Mandy has always been very affectionate with me, but I’ve noticed it’s become a lot more obvious since she turned 18. I’m not complaining. It just makes it very hard for me to remain distant and unaffected by her.

“So where to first?” I ask when we have our wristbands.

“We have to hit the Scrambler first,” she says with a big grin.

I laugh and let her tug me along to the waiting line. It doesn’t take long before we’re being loaded onto the ride with me sitting next to the padded side. She shoots me a wide grin as it starts up and we begin to slowly move.

“Try not to squish me too much this time,” I say, knowing it will be impossible for her to resist the force of the ride and that she’ll soon be pressed tightly against my side.

Mandy lets out a happy scream as the ride hits maximum speed and she’s helplessly squished against me. I raise my arm and wrap it around her shoulders, drawing her closer to my chest. I forget all about the ride we’re on. All I can think about is how damn good she feels against me and the smell of her light flowery perfume. Her hair blows around me, teasing my senses with how silky and soft it feels against my skin. She lays her head against my shoulder and sinks into me.

I haven’t had to think about discreetly adjusting my cock at a fair since I was a teenager. I’m going to have to unearth that hidden knowledge with quickness because I have a feeling I’m going to be painfully hard all night.

When the ride starts to slow down, Mandy looks at me with those gorgeous green eyes of hers and asks, “What next?”

I can think of several things I’d like to do next—the number one item being grabbing her by the hips and slamming my cock into the tiny little cunt of hers. Out loud, I say, “How about the rollercoaster?”

We spend the next hour hopping from one ride to the next, each of us stealing unnecessary touches from one another. I can’t seem to keep my hands off her, and she obviously feels the same with the way she keeps clutching onto me with every ride. We take a break so I can win her a stuffed animal, and then we grab some food.

We find a quiet place to sit away from the crowd and eat our hot dogs and funnel cake. The sight of her with a little bit of powdered sugar on her lips has everything in my body wanting to lean forward to press my mouth to hers and draw my tongue along the sweet line of her lips.

“Do I have something on my face?” she asks when she notices me staring. Without waiting for an answer, she slowly licks her lips, removing all traces of the white powder. I bite back a groan and force my eyes away.

“So where to next?” I ask, hoping that whatever ride is next will help take my mind off Mandy and how much I want to fuck her.

“Definitely the Ferris wheel,” she says, and I can hear the grin in her voice.

I stand and then take her hand to help her up. She doesn’t let go of me once she’s standing, and we walk to the enormous Ferris wheel that looms ahead of us holding hands. While we wait in line, my thumb runs across the back of her hand. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t bring myself to stop.

When it’s our turn to take our seat, I see Mandy slip the operator some money and whisper something to him that I can’t hear. The man gives her a lecherous smile that makes me want to throttle him, but he shakes his head yes and takes the money. She climbs in next to me and sits the stuffed animal on her other side so we’re squished tightly together.

“What was that about?” I ask when our seat starts to move up the wheel so more people can get on below us.

“You’ll see,” she says with a wicked grin.

When we’re almost to the top, she turns as much as she’s able to and looks up at me.

“Don’t laugh, but it’s always been a huge fantasy of mine to get my first kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel. I’ve dreamed about it since I was a kid. I know it’s corny,” she says, her face heating up in a sexy blush, “but it’s something I’ve always wanted.”

I look at her, and I’m sure the confusion is plain on my face. Why is she telling me how she wanted her first kiss? I have no idea who her first kiss was with or where it took place, and it makes me oddly angry to think about it. I know it’s unfair, that she has a right to happiness with someone else. I just don’t like thinking about it.

“I’m not sure I understand,” I say.

Her face turns an even deeper shade of red as she looks everywhere but at me. “I slipped that guy some money and asked if he could give us some extra time at the top.”

It suddenly becomes very obvious what she wants.

“Oh,” I say because I always was a smooth talker. “So you want me to kiss you at the top of the Ferris wheel to make up for the first kiss you had to have somewhere else?”

She shakes her sweet little head no and finally meets my eyes. “I want you to give me my first kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel.” Holy shit.

I’m speechless and very aware of how close we are to the top now. “I’m not sure that’s such a great idea.”

The look of hurt and sadness on her face breaks my heart.

“I understand,” she says, looking away. “I thought maybe you wouldn’t want to.”

“Whoa, wait a minute. That’s not what I said, Mandy. I just meant maybe having your dad’s best friend give you your first kiss isn’t the greatest idea ever. I mean, I’m old enough to be your dad.”

“But I like that,” she says, surprising the hell out of me. “I’ve always loved you, Brian, and I want you to be my first kiss. Can’t you just give me this one thing so I can have the memory of it forever?”

She’s looking at me with those sweet, sexy green eyes, and she’s biting her bottom lip out of shyness, and after everything she just said, how can I possibly say no? Because the truth is that I want this just as much as she does. When we reach the very top and the Ferris wheel jerks to a stop, our car swings in the wind with the noise and lights of the carnival below us. I lean closer and cup her face in my hands. The hungry look in her eyes is all the confirmation I need to press my lips to hers.

She lets out a soft moan as I kiss her gently, not quite sure how far she wants to take this. Her mouth opens, begging for more. I trace a line along her bottom lip with my tongue before sliding it between her lips. She kisses me back with a hunger that matches my own. Her tongue slides along mine, and I groan at how fucking good she tastes. She’s all sweetness from the powdered sugar mixed with the intoxicating taste that’s just her. I wonder if the rest of her is as sweet as this.

Her hand slides along my thigh, and some part of me registers that the

Ferris wheel is moving again, but I can’t stop kissing her. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to. When we’re almost to the bottom, she pulls away with a happy sigh and rests her forehead against mine.

“Wow,” she says with a laugh. “I’m really glad I waited for you. That was one hell of a first kiss.”

I trace a line down her cheek. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I say with a smile. “Thanks for letting me be your first kiss.”

She pulls back so she can look at me. Her green eyes are fierce and the way she’s looking at me is sexy as hell. “I want you to be my first everything.”

Before I can answer, we’re at the bottom and our car is being opened. We leave as another couple steps up to take our empty seat. I follow Mandy down the ramp and grab onto the hand she offers me.

I smile down at her. “Where to now?”

She gives me a sexy, mischievous grin. “I’m ready to go back to your truck.”

MANDY

I keep my hand cupped in Brian’s and use my other one to grab onto his forearm, keeping our bodies glued tightly together. My smile can’t get any bigger, and the feel of his hard body moving next to mine is driving me crazy. That kiss was even better than I’d imagined it would be. I now know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wants me as much as I want him. There’s no denying the lust I’d seen in his eyes or the way his mouth had so fully claimed mine. There’s also the not-so-small detail of the hard cock I’d seen straining against his pants. I’m dying to feel him, and my pace quickens as I pull him along even faster.

When we’re finally at his truck, I toss the giant stuffed dog he’d won me in the passenger seat, scoot the seat up as far as it will go, and open up the smaller door that leads to the back seat. He’s just standing there wanting me when I turn around, a curious but heated look on his face. I can’t help but give a soft groan when I look at him. He’s wearing black work boots, jeans, and a snug black t-shirt that accentuates all that hard, lean muscle underneath it.

“Get in,” I say, holding the back door open for him.

He quirks an eyebrow at me and runs a hand over the nape of his neck. “Just what do you have in mind, Mandy?”

I reach out and grab onto his t-shirt, pulling him toward me. “I just want another kiss. I’m not ready to go home yet.” I look up into his warm, brown eyes and smile. “Just one more.”

I’ve barely gotten my plea out before his mouth is on me again. I open myself to him, wanting and needing everything he can give me, knowing it will never be enough. I’m lost in the taste and feel of him and when he reaches down to lift me I happily wrap my legs around his waist. The hardness of his truck presses into my back, and his hard, warm body presses into my front. I’m squished between the two and loving every second of it. I moan when he cups my ass harder, pressing his body even tighter against mine so his cock is pressing against my pussy. He feels so fucking big, and I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

“Get in the truck,” he says in a ragged voice.

He helps me climb into the back where I quickly lay across the seat. He joins me as best he can, but it’s a tight fit once the door is shut. With the passenger seat pulled ap, we have just enough room for him to maneuver himself on top of me. His knee is right between my legs, and as soon as I feel it, I can’t help but rub my pussy against him. Both his elbows are braced on either side of my head, and I cup his face, bringing him closer to me.

I love the way that his stubble scratches my face, making my skin feel a bit raw, and knowing it will leave a mark after we’re done. I want to be sore. I want to wear signs of our passion on my body. Just the idea of it has me grinding against his leg even harder.

Brian groans and kisses a line down my throat. I run my hands through his thick hair, and when his mouth hits the top of my t-shirt, I reach down to yank it up so I’m left in only the pink lacy bra I picked out, especially for him.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he whispers against my skin, kissing and licking a line across the fullness of my tit. When it’s not enough, he pushes my bra down, freeing my tit before wrapping his mouth around my hard nipple.

I gasp at how fucking good it feels to have the wet heat of his mouth wrapped around me, tonguing my nipple, teasing me to the brink of insanity. My panties are nothing but a puddle of moisture now, and it wouldn’t surprise me if I’ve soaked through my jean shorts and onto his jeans. My whole body aches with the need to cum.

“Please,” I beg as he moves to my other tit. When I feel his teeth scrape across my nipple, I whimper and try to slide my hand down to my throbbing clit.

He grabs my hand, holding it in a tight grip, and I feel him smile around the tit he’s still mercilessly teasing.

“I want to be the one to make you cum, Mandy.”

He lifts his head and gives my nipple one more kiss before licking and kissing a line down my stomach.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he says in between kisses. “I never should have kissed you, but I couldn’t help myself.” His hand starts to unbutton my shorts, and I’m so crazy with need that my legs start to shake. “If this is the only time I’m ever going to get to touch you, then I can’t resist the chance to bury my face in that little pussy of yours.”

I moan at his words and lift my ass so he can pull my shorts and panties off. Running my hands through his hair, I ask, “Why is this the only time?”

He kisses my inner thigh, working his way down to where I want him most, but before his mouth is on my pussy, he looks up at me. The lights from the fairground are still close enough to cast enough light for me to be able to see him. The sad look in his eyes makes me want to bring him back up to my mouth so I can comfort him and show him with my lips how much I love and want him.

“Because I shouldn’t be doing this at all, Mandy. We both know that. I’ve been friends with your dad since we were kids. I’m not supposed to want to fuck his daughter. I’m not supposed to be about to eat her out.”