Mick pulled up to the school, scanning the crowd for his daughter, I. Instead, he spotted Elle, I’s best friend, leaning against his car with a mischievous smile. He rolled down the window.
“Hey, Mr. H,” Elle said, her voice dripping with honey. “Is I ready to go?”
Mick cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. She’s finishing up in the locker room. Have a seat.”
Elle slid into the front seat, crossing her legs in a way that drew Mick’s attention to her pants. She sucked on a lollipop, her lips glistening. Mick tried to focus on driving, but the way Elle was looking at him made it difficult.
“So, Mr. H,” Elle began, her voice playful. “I was thinking. I and I have this project due tomorrow, and we were wondering if we could have a sleepover at your place tonight.”
Mick nearly swerved off the road. “A sleepover?”
Elle nodded. “Yeah. We could set up our sleeping bags in the living room and work on our project all night.”
Mick tried to play it cool. “I’ll have to check with your mom first.”
Elle pouted. “Aww, come on. You know she won’t mind.”
Mick couldn’t deny the thrill that was coursing through him. Elle was flirting with him, and he couldn’t help but respond. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt.”
When they arrived home, I ran upstairs to change, leaving Mick alone with Elle. She stood in the middle of the living room, her skirt hugging her hips.
“Mr. H, can you help me with something?” Elle asked, her voice innocent.
Mick approached her, his heart racing. Elle turned around, her back to him. She reached behind her and grabbed the zipper of her skirt.
“I can’t seem to get this unzipped,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mick tried to maintain his composure as he helped Elle with her skirt. She grazed his hand with hers, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He quickly pulled away, but the damage was done.
I came back downstairs, and the girls started setting up their sleeping bags. Mick excused himself to go change for the night. He couldn’t shake off the feeling of Elle’s touch.
As he was changing, he heard a soft knock at the door. He turned around, and Elle was standing there, her eyes wide.
“Mr. H, can I ask you something?” she asked, her voice hesitant.
Mick nodded, his heart pounding. Elle stepped closer to him, her body mere inches from his.
“I want to learn about grown-up things,” she said, her voice bold. “Can you teach me?”
Mick tried to resist, but Elle’s seductive gaze and playful insults (“You’re not as old as you look”) broke him down. He took a deep breath and nodded.
Elle gave Mick her first blowjob, her head bobbing up and down. Mick couldn’t believe what was happening. He returned the favor, going down on Elle. She moaned with pleasure, grabbing onto the sheets.
They had sex, their bodies intertwined. Mick couldn’t believe he was sleeping with a 12-year-old, but Elle’s confidence and control turned him on. Just as they were finishing, they heard I’s mom, Kelly, coming home. They quickly got dressed and acted like nothing happened.
Mick lay in bed, his mind racing. He had just had sex with his daughter’s best friend, a 12-year-old girl. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t deny the thrill that had coursed through him. He closed his eyes, trying to push the thoughts away. But he couldn’t shake off the feeling of Elle’s touch.
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