Adventures of Robin and Rachel

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“Uggghhh, I am so bored again. There’s nothing to do today.” I complained to by best friend Rachel over the phone.

I wasn’t going to start my new hostess job for another two weeks, so I was looking to make good use of this precious time off, but there was absolutely nothing to do. Rachel and I already saw every movie playing and hung out at our favorite coffee shop way too many times since our high school graduation. Even the boys that were calling us were so boring and immature, we wanted nothing to do with them. You would think two cute 18 year old girls could keep themselves busy over summer, but we were at a loss.

“Well, at least come over so we can be bored together.” I told her.

Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang and my boredom briefly subsided.

“It’s Rachel, dad! I’ll get it!” I shouted from upstairs.

My dad was downstairs in the living room watching golf on TV. He’s a firefighter, so he gets three days off in a row. He usually spends them doing chores around the house and watching sports. I feel bad because sometimes he gets lonely. My mom is a nurse and her schedule is never in sync with my dad’s, so they don’t get to see each other too much.

“Hey girl!” I exclaimed to Rachel as I opened the door. “Oh my gosh, it that my top?” I asked her. “I was looking all over for it.”

We were the same size so sometimes we shared clothes, but we were both guilty of never returning them to each other. It was a pretty cute top too, but I had to admit Rachel looked better in it than me. She is a truly beautiful girl. Her face is like a doll, and she has gorgeous chin length platinum blonde hair. She is always very stylish too. Her hair is always perfectly done and makeup is flawless — not overdone, but just enough to bring out her elegant features. I was more of a tomboy. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am still a girly girl, but my clothes are usually jeans and a tank top, and I keep my dark brown hair long, straight, and usually in a ponytail. Rachel would occasionally try to help me with makeup, but it just wasn’t my thing. Aside from these minor differences, we were very close friends and had a great relationship.

“Sorry, Robin.” she replied. “I thought you knew I had it.”

“Come in. Did you have lunch yet?” I asked her. “I was just going to make a sandwich.”

“Yum, I’ll have a sandwich too.” she replied.

We headed off to the kitchen passing by my dad who was sitting in his favorite chair drinking a cold beer.

“Hi Mr. Mitchell.” Rachel said as we walked by giving him a breeze of her freshly applied designer perfume.

“Hi Ms. Rachel.” he replied. “Your girls up to trouble again today?”

“Hopefully.” Rachel joked.

I noticed my dad taking a quick glimpse at Rachel’s ass as she walked by in her denim miniskirt. It was kinda awkward, but honestly, I didn’t mind. He’s a guy, and Rachel does have a nice body. We’ve caught him checking her out a few times before. Rachel loves the attention too. She is always trying to tease him when she would come over — bending over to show her cleavage, or stretching to show her midriff. I would joke with her that it’s probably way more female attention than he gets from my mom.

We sat on the couch eating our sandwiches while we watched golf with my dad. Seriously, who watches golf? So boring. Rachel looked a little bored too when suddenly she whispered to me in my ear.

“Watch this…” she said.

She leaned down to put her soda can on the floor as her boobs hanged down. I watched my dad as his eyes moved from the TV and laser focused to Rachel’s cleavage. Such a thrill for the poor old guy.

“See that?” Rachel whispered to me.

“He definitely got a good look.” I responded.

We all sat there quietly for a few minutes when Rachel decided to lean over and pick her soda can back up. Sure enough his eyes went right over to Rachel’s boobs. Gosh, guys are so weird!

“You think he’s getting a hard on?” Rachel whispered in my ear.

“Ewwww, stop it. So gross!” I replied. “I would prefer not to know that information.”

“I can’t tell, his pants are too loose. Maybe we should make him get up and get us some napkins.” she persisted.

“Stop, Rachel! Sooooo nasty.” I said, playfully hitting her.

Rachel then uncrossed and recrossed her legs trying to give the poor guy a peek underneath her miniskirt. She is such a tease. My dad again took another look, then moved his eyes back to the golf game.

“Oh my gosh, Robin. Look now!” Rachel whispered to me with my dad unaware that we’ve been talking about him.

I looked over at him and he suddenly had this huge bulge in his pants. There was no denying the fact that he was hard now. We stayed there and finished our lunch while Rachel continued to torture the guy. Finally we cleaned up our mess and headed upstairs to my room. We closed the door to my room and began laughing like crazy.

“Did you see him?” Rachel asked me. “He had the biggest boner!”

“You’re so mean, Rachel. My poor relaxbet güvenilirmi dad is probably going crazy right now.”

“Awwwwww, he is probably loving this. It’s probably the biggest thrill he’s had in a while.”

“I know. You are probably right.” I replied. “I don’t think he has been getting much attention from my mom lately.”

“Is you mom coming home tonight?” Rachel asked me.

“She won’t be home until midnight…. Why???” I asked curiously.

“I want to see how hard I can make your dad?” she replied laughing.

“Oh my gosh, Rachel, you are so bad.” I answered back.

“Come on, it will be fun!” she persisted.

“Fun for you, maybe. Totally gross for me, girl.” I replied.

We hung out in my room for a little while listening to music and trying on different outfits. I had way more clothes in my closet than I needed. Some I never even wore before. Rachel decided to sleep over, so we were digging around my closet for pajamas she could wear.

“Got any really sexy nighties I can wear in front of your dad?” Rachel asked me.

“Sorry, Rachel, you know that’s not my thing.” I said as I started changing into my very unsexy pajamas. They were these pink cotton Hello Kitty pajama pants and a pink tank top. Rachel looked at me with utter disappointment.

“You need to get some sexy pajamas, my friend.” she instructed me as she browsed though my closet. “Let’s see what I can wear to tease your dad… Oh, I have an idea!”

She pulled out this souvenir “I Love NY” t-shirt out of my closet and began to take off her top.

“That’s your sexy pajamas?” I asked suspiciously.

She put the t-shirt on then took off her skirt, tossing it in the pile of clothes on my floor.

“How about this?” she asked me standing there with her t-shirt barely covering up her panties.

“What pants are you going to wear with it?” I asked naively.

“Who needs pants? This will do just fine. Think your dad will like it?” she responded.

“Oh my gosh, are you serious? You are going to go downstairs wearing just a t-shirt and underwear?” I asked.

She made a 360 degree turn and asked “Why, can you see anything?”

“Well, no, I guess not. But one slight breeze and I can see everything!”

“That’s the idea.” she corrected me.

We made our way downstairs. My dad had no idea what was about to happen. When we entered the living room, he was still sitting on his chair having another beer. We both sat down on the sofa where my dad could get a good view of Rachel. As soon as he saw her he did a double take. Her shirt was barely covering her panties as we settled on the sofa. We sat there pretending to be interested in the sports highlight show he was watching. Rachel began crossing and uncrossing her legs, and with each move my dad would glance over at her, trying not to make it obvious. After about ten minutes Rachel got up to go to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later looking suspicious. As she sat back down on the sofa next to me, I glanced down at her legs and could see a little of her blonde pubic hairs peeking out from under her t-shirt. I couldn’t believe this chick.

“Um… you don’t have anything on underneath there now?” I inquired.

“Took them off in the bathroom?” she responded nonchalantly.

She was really taking things too far now, and I started becoming really uncomfortable with everything. My heart was racing, but part of me wanted to see how this would all play out. I know it sounds weird, but I kind of wanted to see how my dad would handle the situation.

“So what’s your favorite sport, Mr. Mitchell?” Rachel asked him pretending to be interested.

“I’m a baseball guy.” He replied trying not to look down at her silky legs.

“I think baseball is so boring. The games take too long.” Rachel responded.

As those words left her mouth, she did a small stretch which lifted her t-shirt, briefly exposing even more of her pubic hairs. My dad totally saw everything. He got really quiet and adjusted his position in the chair. His eyes kept glancing back at us every few seconds, probably thinking we didn’t notice.

“Look at him.” Rachel whispered to me. “He keeps looking this way. This is too much fun. Do you mind if I REALLY give him a surprise?”

“What do you have in mind?” I responded.

“Just watch…” she said, standing up from the couch.

She began walking over to my dad, as he glanced up at her looking utterly shocked that she was approaching him.

“What kind of beer you drinking, Mr. Mitchell?” she asked in a flirty voice as she leaned over looking at his bottle. I could see the bottom of her bare ass as she leaned over.

“Just Heineken.” he said as his eyes looked down her legs.

“Mind if I have a sip? I never tried Heineken before.” she asked.

“Liar!” I thought to myself.

“No, your parents will not be happy if I gave your alcohol.” he firmly responded.

“Pleeeeeeease, Mr. Mitchell. Just one little sip?” relaxbet yeni giriş she begged.

“Sorry, Rachel. You know I can’t. Talk to me when you are 21.” he insisted.

Suddenly she did something so unthinkable my jaw dropped. She turned around with her back facing my dad and lowered her barely covered ass towards his lap. She then proceeded to sit on his lap with her back against one arm of the chair and her legs dangling over the other end. My dad’s face was totally frozen.

“Pretty please, Mr. Mitchell. I’ll be your best friend.” she said in her girly voice as she put her arm around him.

Her flirting was totally pathetic, but my dad didn’t seem to mind. He took his hand and placed it on her knee and finally was able to string a sentence together.

“Comfortable there, Rachel?” he asked trying to act cool.

“Mmmmmm, yeah. Very comfortable, Mr. Mitchell.” she replied.

He took a large sip of his beer and began nervously rubbing his hand along her knee. It was so weird seeing my dad touching another woman’s leg besides my mom, especially with me sitting right there. He seemed so caught up with Rachel’s flirting that he really was not thinking straight.

“Where did you get this shirt from?” my dad asked Rachel.

“Found it in Robin’s closet. You like?” she asked

As she said that, she adjusted her position on his lap causing her t-shirt to rise up slightly exposing her pussy hair again. My dad looked down and stared nervously at her crotch. Even her pussy was perfectly trimmed and well taken care of. The poor guy tried so hard to play it cool as he tried to make casual conversation.

“It looks cute on you.” he told her.

Rachel looked down at her shirt and boldly lifted the bottom up over her navel exposing her entire pussy to him.

“I don’t know.” she continued. “Your daughter didn’t have much options for me to wear to bed. This was all I could find.”

She stayed sitting there with her t-shirt still above her belly button. My dad must have been going out of his mind. For some reason all this teasing and flirting was really turning me on too. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the two of them. As she sat there on my dad’s lap, his hands started timidly rubbing her thigh. Rachel had no intention of putting the breaks on the tense situation. Eventually my dad’s hands skipped over her pussy and started playfully rubbing her flat stomach. She lifted her shirt up even higher now, giving him the signal that everything was cool. Finally, he couldn’t resist any longer and worked his hands down to her pussy hairs. We continued to watch TV as his hands roamed over her pubes and then outer pussy lips. I could feel my own pussy getting extremely wet at this point. Part of me was so pissed that my dad was touching another woman besides mom, but at the same time the situation had me so overcome with sexual energy. I can’t explain why, but I had never been so turned on in my life.

I stayed on the couch silently staring at my best friend and my dad as his hands roamed all over the lower half of her body. It was so strange to watch, yet incredibly hot. Rachel looked over at me to make sure I was watching, then suddenly reached down and slid her hands inside my dad’s jeans. My stomach was in knots as I watched her grasp his cock from inside his pants. As she tried to stroke him from under his jeans, my dad lifter her t-shirt up over her breasts and began to play with her cute pink nipples. Rachel helped him out by lifting her t-shirt over her head and throwing it on the floor. She was completely naked now and my dad could not keep his hands off her amazing body. Using both hands, Rachel unbutton his jeans and slid his zipper down. He seemed really nervous now, but appeared to have no intention of stopping her. Suddenly Rachel got up off of my dad’s lap and knelt in from of him. She grabbed his jeans and started pulling them down along with his boxers, then took the tip of his rock hard cock into her mouth. I couldn’t believe she was taking things this far, and was even more surprised my dad was letting it happen. I knew that what I was watching was so hot, but so incredibly wrong at the same time. I could feel that my pussy was drenched as I watched my best friend put her mouth all over my dad’s cock.

My dad was completely pretending that I was not there. I think he felt so embarrassed about what was happening, but at the same time couldn’t resist the urge to let this beautiful 18 year old girl give him a blow job. It was the chance of a lifetime for him. As I watched the action, my view was getting more and more obstructed by the arm of the chair and Rachel’s hair hanging down over my dad’s penis. I decided to get up off the couch and move a little closer to the action. Rachel continued to move her mouth up and down his saliva soaked cock as I knelt beside her and touched her back. Finally, she took his cock out of her mouth and looked over at me.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” she asked curiously.

“No, it’s alright, relaxbet giriş I guess. I just couldn’t see from over there.” I replied.

My dad didn’t say a word. He wouldn’t even look at me. You could tell how uncomfortable he was with the whole scenario, yet his cock was as hard as a rock. Rachel began licking his balls and running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft. The girl knew what she was doing. I stayed kneeling beside Rachel watching her technique. I was kind of surprised, but my dad actually had a really nice penis. It’s was really thick and smooth and perfectly shaped. My dad lay back in the chair and closed his eyes while Rachel continued to work his cock. I slid my hands down my pajama pants to see how wet I was. My hand was absolutely soaked with my pussy juice. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting. I started playing with myself a little as I watched. Suddenly Rachel lifter her mouth off of his dick at looked up at him.

“Is that good Mr. Mitchell?” she asked innocently.

“Oh, don’t stop Rachel, I am almost done.” he said as he nudged her head back toward his dick.

She continued to suck more intensely, and I could see his body starting to twitch.

“Oh, it’s coming Rachel, don’t stop… oh yeah… here is comes.” he whispered.

Suddenly I could see Rachel’s mouth starting to get filled with his cum. She continued to suck softly, making sure to catch every last drop in her mouth. Finally, she took her lips off of his cock and swallowed all the cum down.My dad looked down at both of us, not saying a word. Rachel ran her hands across his thighs to comfort him from the look of guilt in his eyes. He then reached down to grab his jeans off the floor and began to cover himself back up.

“Are you ok, Mr Mitchell?” Rachel asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

“We shouldn’t have done that.” he replied. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He looked over at me with an incredibly sad face.

“I’m sorry Robin. Your dad made a big mistake. I should learn to control myself.”

“Don’t worry dad. It’s ok.” I answered “Your a guy, and Rachel is really cute.”

“You aren’t mad at me, honey?” he asked seeming a bit surprised at my approval.

“I can’t be mad at you, dad. I just want you to be happy. If Rachel makes you happy, then I am ok with it, I guess. Even though it IS a little weird.”

Suddenly a look of relief appeared on his face.

“Besides, Mr. Mitchell.” Rachel chimed in. “When was the last time your wife gave you a blow job like that?”

“Honestly, Rachel, I don’t think she has touched me in months. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t help myself when you sat on my lap.”

“Don’t feel bad, Mr. M. Any time you need a release, you just let me know.” she teased.

“Thanks Rachel.” he replied with a slight smirk. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to head upstairs to take a shower and go to bed. You girls stay out of trouble tonight.”

“Good night Mr. M.” Rachel said as she began to put her t-shirt back on.

As he headed up the stairs, I fake punched Rachel in the arm.

“I can’t believe you… you are so bad!” I told her.

“Girl, you dad is so sexy. Nothing like having a fireman’s cock in your mouth.” she responded.

“You are so nasty, Rachel!” I explained.

“Whatever! I saw you with your hand down your pants.” she replied. “Seems to me like it wasn’t that nasty for you.”

“It did turn me on a little, I guess.” I admitted to her. “Come on, let’s go up to my room. My mom is going to be home soon.”

We headed upstairs and spent the rest of the evening hanging out in my room. We didn’t talk at all about what Rachel and my dad did, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. We finally went to sleep with me in my bed and Rachel on the floor. The image of her going down on my dad kept creeping into my mind as I tried to fall asleep. I tossed and turned for an an hour as I tried to put other thoughts in my head, but I was no use. I looked down at Rachel on the floor and she was sound asleep. I slid my pajama pants down to my knees and began gently rubbing my clit under the blanket. That image of Rachel running her tongue so sensually up and down that cock got to me and soon my pussy had the most intense orgasm I’ve had in a long time. My body suddenly felt heavy and tired as I pulled my pajama pants back up. Just before I fell into a deep sleep, I briefly heard my mom open the garage door and the reality of the nights events started to sink in. If she only knew what happened tonight.

My dad started a 72 hour shift the next day, so it was just going to be my mom and I around the house for a few days. When I talked to her, I felt a little guilty for allowing things to go so far with Rachel and my dad. I tried to spend as much time out of the house as possible, going to the mall and to the coffee shop with Rachel, so I didn’t have to feel so much guilt when I was around my mom.

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Rachel and I sat at the tables outside of our coffee shop sipping our lattes like the sophisticated 18 year olds we were. The sun was beginning to set on such a gorgeous early summer day, and Rachel’s skin absolutely glowed in the light. Sometimes I wished I looked like her, but still, I was happy with who I am.

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