Age gap

The Blanket

I welcomed Kasie beneath my blanket and she uncovered the feelings I was trying to hide

Part 1 is here:

I stretched on the sofa and turned toward the large screen, scrolling through Netflix to see what, if anything, I should catch up on. I missed a few seasons of Yellowstone, since that’s when Becki and I began crumbling after she found someone online… wait. Yellowstone. On Paramount? Hulu?

So hard to keep track of things.

Becki didn’t like Yellowstone anyway, so now I was free to watch what I wanted.

Her upbeat voice came from the hallway. “See you later, Dad.” Our daughter Anna was such a good kid, and despite the changes at home, she kept studying and had good grades in sight, and strong recommendations from her internship as graduation loomed.

“Going out, hmm?”

“Yeah. Movie. Drinks.” She beamed, and standing by her was Kasie.

“Good to see you, Mr. –”

I laughed. “Oh, so formal.”

“Good to see you, Jason. See you later.” She waved and headed out the door with Anna.

And my heart went with her.

I scrolled the TV and chuckled at the thought of Kasie calling me “Mister” after our unexpected week alone at the resort, which was once a family tradition. But Becki was gone, Anna was busy, and Kasie had still hoped to go. I was slow dancing with her on the patio after dinner, and we broke through a barrier when she invited me to hold her towel after a shower, and we retreated to bed, having sex. Or was it making love?

Oh, how she lay on the beach blanket and looked so inviting.

That was then, and we returned home, and this is now. Forget the TV. Relive the memories.

My mind went speeding once again into our resort room, and thoughts of holding her with my mouth firm against hers, and my hands exploring the curves of her breasts and ass. But what drew me was the sweetness of her smile and her gaze, which seemed like a healing balm for the relational pain I had gone through.

Kasie and I kept our distance from each other after the week of being together, and I honestly had no idea if she had ever spoken to Anna about us or not. The memories of Kasie spreading her legs over my cock, lowering her pussy, and leaning forward with her breasts —

The front door opened. Poof. No more strolling down memory lane.

Anna came back in. “I forgot my phone.” She hurried upstairs, and Kasie lingered by the front door.

“Congrats on finishing up school.” I sounded so mature and dad-like.

“Thanks, uh, Jason.” Her eyes danced with such friendliness.

“If you want to call me ‘Mr. Sletzer’ then go right ahead.” My try at wit.

“Sure, Mr. Sletzer.” She giggled. “Mister has a nice ring to it.”

Anna’s voice lit up the hallway. “Got it.” She held her phone triumphantly. The hunt was over. And just in time, because her phone rang. “Hey, there. Tracy.”

Kasie sauntered toward the sofa and sat at the far end. “What are you watching?”

“A lot of nothing, quite honestly.”

“Sounds exciting.”

I chuckled and felt warm, tender, loving, and confused — all in the snap of a finger. This was a woman I felt connected to, even though we were light years apart in age. She couldn’t tell, but my cock was stiffening and my heart pounding while I did my best to maintain a calm exterior.

Anna’s voice boomed again as she stood near the front door. “Tracy’s car is in the shop, so I’m going to pick her up. I got to backtrack, so you want to wait here or go with?”

“I’ll wait here,” said Kasie.

Anna headed out, and I fumbled with the remote while Kasie sat on the end. The Netflix grid of programs was up, and my nerves felt like they had become rubber bands.

Kasie’s voice both calmed and excited me. “If nothing is catching your eye, then why bother watching anything?”

Wise words. “Because I’m filling a void.”

“Even now?” she asked, looking forward and leaning against the furniture. She reached in her purse, pulled out her phone, ran her fingers over the keypad, and turned to me. “I just told Anna to go on without me. We got together with Tracy and everyone recently.” She glanced toward me. “Is TV the only way you fill your void?”

“Sometimes I read, and I always exercise.” I caught her gaze. “And I think about you and how wonderful you felt last December.”

I shifted, she did too, and she pursed her lips. I moved my mouth to hers until we touched, brushing our lips together and feeling like I was being nurtured.

Her lips were soft and pleasant, and her breath sweet. My tongue entered between her teeth and explored from one side of her mouth to the other, and our bodies followed with hands and arms flailing and touching until we were holding each other tightly.

“I missed you,” Kasie whispered. “I’ve missed you so badly.”

We lived near each other. It would have been possible to find a time, but… and my confusion kicked in. Was the resort a one-time fling and fuck, or was it meant to be more?

“Oh, Kasie.” Passion leaped through my body, and I held her tight, kissing her wildly from her mouth, along her cheeks, to her ears, and down her neck, tasting and touching with my senses coming alive.

Were there rules for relationships and how passion should or shouldn’t be expressed?

Because if there were, I was now violating unwritten rules despite Kasie’s sweet-sounding moans. My hand went exploring, delicately beneath her shirt and under against her warm body, just like I did when I first dated Becki in college, and I felt Kasie’s breasts — a point of wonderment for so many guys.

I wanted to say something, but nothing came out of me except deep breaths and my ever-so-stiff cock aching for the harbor of her pussy. The moments were tied together and she undid her shirt, removing it, and giving me a moment to gaze at her lacy, peach-toned bra with her femininity beckoning before she reached behind and undid the covering.

Her half-smile was intoxicating and drew me in deeper to her tits, signaling for me to kiss them like they were treasures and like I was performing a sacred ritual, which perhaps I was, swirling my tongue over the nipples and feeling their shape with nothing in the way.

Kasie made her moves on me, feeling my chest and undoing my shirt. “You’re thinking.”

“Yeah, I am.”

Her hands busied themselves, undoing my jeans and the zipper. “Jason, why do I want you?”

She kissed down my chest, letting her lips linger, while helping me out of my jeans and underwear until I was naked and I helped her, taking off her slacks, and reveling in the sight of her panties covering her hips.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” I breathed into her ear.

“Oh?” Her smile grew wide.

“I’m going to make love to you.”

“I like that,” she said, moving lower with her mouth to my cock and sliding onto the floor. I could have suggested we run upstairs, but the room was warm and somehow going into my bed didn’t seem… quite right. Yet.

Her lips and tongue worked on my shaft and did magic on my balls and my mind blanked, forgetting all about the surroundings and realizing I needed her, oh, so badly, and lifted her onto the sofa, yanking off her panties.

“Oh, there’s so much I want to do with you,” I moaned, lying down. She straddled my body.

Kasie spread her legs and lowered her pussy onto my cock, and I fondled the strength in her ass while I thrust my cock into her, fucking hard, and loving how her mouth met mine and how my pounding seemed to take the breath out of her, and yet she pressed her body tightly against mine for more.

“Kasie, I love you.”

The words spoken right before a guy’s orgasm. Words of being captured emotionally, and words that can leave someone wondering how much depth is in them once the sex is finished.

“I love you, too.”

I shook and had a forceful orgasm, and she shuddered. I slipped my fingers on one hand into the valley of her ass and used my other to pleasure her clitoris, applying pressure as she gritted her teeth and cried out in her bliss.

And as we lay quietly with the blanket over us, I nuzzled her and closed my eyes, and only awakened when I heard the front door open and close shut.

“Dad? Kasie?”

Oh, my God. Anna.

Kasie lay alongside me and whispered. “We’ve been caught.” She sat up, kept the blanket over her breasts, and said calmly. “I love your father very much.”

At that moment, another wave of warmth rolled through me. Kasie was interested in what was below the surface. She dug deep, and I felt safe with her.

Anna stood. Stunned until she settled, grinned, and chuckled. “I guess that’s better than hating my father.”

“We’ll talk about it sweetheart,” I said.

“Okay, but not now. I’m tired. And I’m going to do what you two have done. Go under the covers. Except, I’ll be going to sleep.” She headed down the hallway.

Kasie looked at me. “I think she’s all right.”

“And I hope you are, too.”

She kissed me on the forehead and snuggled, pulling the blanket up to our chins. “I’m quite all right, and I’ve never felt better.”

I turned as I could and was surprised at how the sofa seemed to fit us just right.

Our sexual desires and fantasies are often kept secret from the shame we might experience from others. Now, mine was revealed for my daughter to see. The weight of embarrassment was soon replaced with comfort and peace and I’d have to explain that to Anna.

To be continued.

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