Erica's Man: Emma's 18th

A Friend Had No Idea What Her Daughter Wanted for Her Birthday.

by MysteryTe.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories

"Of course! I'd love to come her 18th celebrate with you all!"

It was the only response to the invitation. Emma was the daughter of teacher friend of mine, Alice, who I'd worked with a few years ago but kept in touch with after moving schools. I'd actually taught Emma in one of my first classes and as a friend of the family, had been invited to a small-ish gathering at their house for her 18th. Normally, they'd have had a bigger party, my friend had said, but with Covid still spreading, they were having a few family friends round to the garden on the Saturday evening before Emma headed out that night with her friends.

Erica had immediately ruled herself out. At 6 months pregnant with our second child, she had a bump as big as most at the time of birth, and was finding it very uncomfortable, so standing around in the garden for a couple of hours wasn't really an option. She didn't really know the family all that well either as I'd left the school not long after meeting Erica so she hadn't really gotten to know my friends from there, and had used my previous visits as time to spend time with her family or visit her own friends.

The day of Emma's 18th arrived and Erica kissed me goodbye at the door. I wouldn't be back late but it did mean she'd have to do bath and bed tonight for our boy.

The journey was about thirty five minutes, and I was greeted at the door by Alice's husband, a nice guy named Rob, who I had been running with a few times in the past before I'd met Erica and moved away.

He asked how I was and Erica and our little one as I followed Rob through the house to the garden, collecting a can of lemonade on the way through, as I would of course be driving home.

I fired a glance around the garden, looking for Alice or Emma, and couldn't help noticing a group of younger girls I didn't recognise near the back. They were all fairly slim and good looking, but there were a couple with their backs to me, one in a black dress and one in a flowery blue dress, whose legs held my eye for a little longer. It made sense there'd be a few of Emma's college friends there, and I was glad there'd be some eye candy for the evening!

I saw Alice first, quickly moving to accept a big hug from my old friend. She looked nice, in a black top and a long khaki coloured skirt, but she'd never been someone I'd thought of as anything other than a friend, and the hug was purely warmth and friendliness. It was the first time I'd seen her since about six months before the pandemic, so there was over two years worth of hugs packed into one! After breaking the hug, she welcomed me, asked about the family, and then shouted Emma over.

Following the gaze of my friend as she called her daughter, I finally recognised Emma, as the girl in the black dress with the long, toned legs turned and gave a huge smile. She rushed over and flung her arms round me in a huge hug, thanking me so much for coming. Despite being a long time family friend, I couldn't help but notice Emma had become a beautiful young lady. Her long blonde hair framed a gorgeous face and her smile was enough to light up the garden on its own. She had stayed very fit over the last couple of years. Not a surprise for a girl who had been running since primary school and who I knew still competed in triathlons. Her long legs were stunning and very toned thanks to her fitness regime, and I could only imagine she had a flat, toned stomach beneath her small, but perky looking tits. I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my eyes drift back down to her pale chest as I wished her a happy birthday and handed her a card, commenting how much she'd grown up. We both laughed that it was no wonder, given that she had been just fifteen when I'd last seen her.

She gushed that she was so pleased I'd been able to come and had been worried I wouldn't be able to as she knew Erica was pregnant. I smiled and told her I wouldn't have missed it, although I could only assume she was being polite... after all what eighteen year old is really worried if a family friend almost double her age was going to be at a birthday gathering?

Emma excused herself after some small talk as another young girl I didn't recognise arrived. I couldn't help but appreciate that she hadn't become the sort of girl who screams shrilly when any friend appears, and I did note she genuinely had seemed more excited to see me than this new friend. Maybe she really was glad to see me after all.

I spoke to Alice a short while longer before she too went to mingle with the guests. Luckily by then I'd spotted another former colleague and headed to say hello.

As I neared my old friend I felt a hand on my arm and turned to find a pretty young girl with dark hair, done up into a fancy style. She was the one in the blue dress I'd noticed earlier with Emma, and as she spoke I recognised her as another former pupil of mine, Molly, who'd been Emma's best friend through school and evidently still was.

"Hi, Sir," she said, smiling and brushing her hair back behind her left ear, a glass of prosecco in hand. Again, I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my gaze linger on her cleavage, a bit bigger than Emma's... perhaps a C. I thought, with a tiny hint of lace from her white bra just poking clear of the blue material... before I realised I had failed miserably and snapped my eyes back to her now slightly blushing face.

I smiled back, a little awkwardly and with the heat rising slightly in my own cheeks as I knew I'd been caught staring at her pale, nubile little titties. "Hi, Molly. No need to call me Sir any more! How are you? It's lovely to see you!"

Molly beamed at me, again touching her hair back behind her ear, before expressing her surprise that I recognised her so quickly, and then blushing a little again as I quipped that of course I could never have forgotten! I commented that she had become a lovely young woman, realising as she blushed again that my eyes had roved her whole body as I said it, lingering on her long legs and perky chest.

Luckily I managed to take back control of my eyes at this point, reminding myself I'd taught Molly when she was younger, and continued the conversation without staring any further. I did, however, clock a few light touches on my arm, and a few more brushes of the hair, as she described her college course and told me about how college had been affected by the pandemic. Normally I'd be mentally reveling in these little signs, hoping they'd lead to a closer encounter, but I must be mistaken. Molly couldn't be showing any attraction. I'd taught her years before and with her slightly younger than Emma, I was even closer to double her age. It simply wasn't possible... was it?

I soon moved on as Molly returned to the group of girls at the back of the garden, sitting down with Jessica, another former colleague who'd been good friends with Alice. She was quite a bit older than myself, and than Alice for that matter, and must be nearing retirement soon, I mused as we chatted.

I sat with Jessica for quite a while, broken up with short trips to collect us both more soft drinks (she had driven too) and a trip to the buffet filled with party food, before enjoying a short, amusing speech by Rob about his now adult daughter. I had enjoyed watching both Emma and Molly over the course of the evening. Both had grown into very attractive young ladies and I've never been one who could resist watching attractive ladies.

After a while, I excused myself to nip inside to the bathroom. Heading inside and upstairs, I relieved myself and washed my hands, turning from the sink and almost jumping out of my skin to find the door open and Emma stood in the doorway.

"Jesus, Emma!" I gasped. "I'm so sorry, I thought I'd locked the door!"

"You did," she whispered, stepping inside and closing it again behind her, turning the lock without taking her eyes from my face.

My hands paused on the towel I'd been drying my hands on. "What's...?" was all I got out before Emma interrupted me.

"We don't have a lot of time," she said, stepping forwards to stand right in front of me. "I've known for years I wanted you to be my first. I've always known it was just a silly schoolgirl crush but I also know I have to take a chance." She smirked. "I also know I caught your eyes on me before. A couple of times!" Her expression changed, becoming a little more serious. "You are the right one to do it." She paused, looking into my eyes, just a few centimetres from my face. "Will you?"

I simply stood for a few seconds, unable to speak, partly with shock, but also partly wrestling with myself, knowing this shouldn't be such a tempting request... the just eighteen daughter of my friend, in the bathroom of their house, with the whole family and several friends just outside, but also well aware that blood was vacating my brain and heading to my rapidly growing cock.

Emma leaned in and kissed me, and all reason fled my mind. I hungrily kissed her back, her arms wrapping around my neck as mine reached her waist. Emma was wasting no time, with so many potential disasters looming if we were caught, and her tongue entered my mouth, wrestling with my own as her left arm moved down now to take my right hand and place it on her arse.

The decision made and the line already crossed, I shifted my hand slightly downwards to grasp the back of her thigh below the line of her dress, and hooked the dress over it as I stroked back up to her now uncovered backside, pleasantly shocked to discover she had no knickers on as I now shifted so both hands grasped her toned arse.

Emma pulled away form the kiss and grinned as I lifted me eyebrow questioningly. "Nothing to slow us down," she whispered, and I massaged the cheeks as she kissed me again. I explored her backside with my hands, reaching around the cheeks, bring my fingers closer to where her thighs must meet, and then spread her cheeks and heard the unmistakable sound of a wet pussy opening. Emma pulled away from the kiss again, blushing, before dropping to her knees in front of me and immediately unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them quickly to the floor. She paused a second at the bulge in my boxers, and I reminded myself that despite how forward and urgent she was being, she'd said she wanted me to be her first, and might not even have seen a cock in the flesh before.

She visibly steeled herself, before yanking my boxers down to reveal my eight inch cock, which bounced up in front of her face as it cleared the waistband of my pants.

"Oh my God," Emma whispered. "Will it even fit? I didn't think... I don't know..." She looked up at me askance.

"It sounded like you're wet enough," I said simply, and she looked at my cock again, slowly reaching up to take it in her hand. I enjoyed the sensation of this young girl cautiously fondling me for a few seconds, seeming to be just trying to get used to the feel of it.

"Should I...?" Emma looked up at me, a little lost, it seemed. "Do I... do I suck it?" she stammered, clearly feeling her nerves now in the reality of the situation.

I laughed quietly. "Maybe another time. I think we might be a bit short of time for that!" I reached down and took Emma's hand and guided her to stand again, a relieved smile on her face.

"Are you sure you want..."

"Yes, definitely!" Emma responded before I finished the question. "How should we...?" she continued, her assuredness and confidence in knowing what she wanted giving way suddenly to the practicality of never having done it before and being presented with her former teacher's eight inch length.

I kissed her and smiled, before silently taking control of the situation, turning her around and kissing her neck from behind. I reached down to her still uncovered arse and spread it slightly, before moving my waist forwards so my cock nestled between the cheeks. Reaching round her I dipped my left hand into the front of her dress to find her perky little tit and rock hard nipple, while my right hand dipped to her thigh and stroked upwards, quickly finding the soaked groove of her virgin pussy.

Emma gasped as I finally touched her, sliding my fingers along her sopping wet valley, before lingering for a few seconds on her engorged clitoris, causing a loud squeak to escape despite her efforts to keep quiet.

Knowing we didn't have forever, I released her chest and placed my hand on her back, easing her forwards. Removing my right hand from her cunt, too, I stepped back to enjoy the view as she leaned forwards to place her hands on the edge of the sink, her tiny, shaved pink pussy glistening invitingly.

"I have to taste you," I whispered, dropping quickly to my knees and extending my tongue to lick slowly, lovingly upwards from her clit through the whole of her sopping wet valley. The sensation, presumably coupled with the situation, was too much for Emma and her knees buckled as she came hard, small squeaks coming form her mouth which she'd quickly pressed her hand over.

The sweet taste of Emma's orgasm ran over my tongue as her knees went and I stayed knelt behind her as she shuddered to a finish, looking round at me wide eyed.

"Ready?" I asked simply.

Emma nodded and I helped her stand again, still bent over the sink as I guided my erection to her gleaming hole. Emma's eyes held mine as I slowly pressed myself into her, pushing the tip of my cock inside her. A couple of centimetres in I felt the resistance unique to a virgin. I drew back slightly and then pushed forward, tearing the thin barrier between Emma and her womanhood. She gasped at the sharp pain, and I felt her contract, but then she relaxed and pushed herself backwards slightly, taking the tip of my cock inside her. I pulled backward, then pressed in a again, slowly impaling her inch by inch, drawing back each time before cautiously pushing further into her eighteen year old cunt. The tight, but slick walls gripped me as they stretched around my thick length, every millimetre massaging pleasure into my erection. Emma's soft moans told me she was ok as her eyes closed in the soft pleasure of being filled.

As I slowly reached about six inches, I reasoned we must be running out of time and decided it was time to speed up. I slowly pulled out and then began to thrust in and out, no longer steadily pressing forwards but sliding in and out of her tight, little pussy. Emma's moans quickened and she leaned further forwards, easing the passage of my cock to her inner passage. Soon I was fucking her fast and hard, the last couple of inches of my cock also making their way inside her as I buried myself in her cunt, right to the bottom of my shaft, the need for slow, steady progress gone inside Emma's dripping wet hole. I felt myself nearing the edge of my resistance and I whispered to her, "I'm going to cum."

"I'm on the pill. Cum inside me. Please, Sir, fill me with your cum!"

I don't know if saying that turned her on even more, but Emma orgasmed again as she spoke, her already tight pussy gripping my cock as I buried it deep inside her and shot load after load of hot, sticky spunk into her belly.

After a few seconds of quiet, tired panting, my cock still inside Emma, I pulled backwards to reveal her perfect, pink, freshly fucked pussy, my cum dribbling out of her as she pushed herself back to a standing position.

Knowing we'd pushed our luck, Emma quickly kissed my lips and said "Thank you," before rearranging her dress as I pulled up my boxers and jeans.

Emma opened the door first and peered out. I thought I saw her flash a smile before she disappeared down the landing to her bedroom to clean up and, I assumed collect some underwear!

I stepped cautiously out onto the landing, almost bumping into Molly as she stepped into the doorway, seemingly not expecting anyone to be there. "Oh, sorry, Sir," she muttered, before her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she realised I was leaving the bathroom after a very shifty looking Emma.

"Wh???"

"Maybe ask Emma," I cut her off, before leaving her, jaw still on the floor, to return to the party.

The rest of the gathering went without incident. Molly was the only one who'd seen or heard anything and she was engaged in quiet conversation with Emma for most of the rest of the evening.

Eventually it was time to go. I hugged Alice and shook hands with Rob, and they called Emma over to say goodbye. Molly came with her, eyes not leaving me and mouth hidden by another prosecco glass.

"Sorry I haven't been able to sped much time with you," Emma said, "But I'm so glad you came tonight. You coming has really helped make it a special day." She smirked at that, knowing I would pick up on the double entendre.

"Always happy come and see you, anytime Emma" I responded. "I'm glad you've had a memorable 18th birthday," I smiled.

"I'll never forget it." Emma grinned. She hugged me then, and I took my leave.

"Do you think she'd be willing to do some "babysitting" Erica asked me, using air commas to make clear her true meaning, as if I didn't already know.

"I think there's a good chance I'll see her again soon," I replied. "And who knows... give it a while and we might have to see where we can take things."

by MysteryTe for Literotica.

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