Dad's New Suit
Dad's New Suit by Lou Bealy
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Contains incest. Be warned.
My dad and I had never really been close. He wasn't a strict disciplinarian or anything but he was just distant, when I was growing up. I had always been closer with mom. She was the one who always took me to football practice, the one who would show up for every game. She was much more supportive of my choice of college degree. My dad didn’t much care for an art major for a son. He said he didn’t want to pay for a “useless degree”, but mom convinced him to anyway. I thought he was just mad that I blew out my knee and couldn’t get any football scholarships.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my dad. I just found it ironic that I was the one he called on, and not one of my sisters. It was a little weird, since we were never really close, and he didn’t approve of my chosen career. But he needed my help. You see, mom decided to divorce him.
When I talked to her, she gave a myriad of reasons, she said he had cheated on her, which I knew about but thought they had worked past it. She said he had lost his job at the factory and wasn’t doing everything he could to contribute, while she was still working as a nurse and paying my way through college. I guess it didn’t matter if I had my dad’s approval anymore!
So like I said, it was funny when he asked me for help. He wanted to stay with me. Mom was taking the house and he needed a place to stay. I had my own place, so he figured he could live with me for awhile.
“You got another job though, right?” I asked him as we carried his queen size bed up the stairs.
“James Junior,” he said in his ‘dad voice’. “Of course I did. I wouldn’t tell you I could pay rent, if I couldn’t. I told your mother I was working on something.” he grumbled back to me.
“You always said that, though.” I scoffed as we got to his new room. “Why would she listen then?”
We plopped his mattress down on his box spring and sat down on it for a moment. We were both glad to be done moving.
Dad laid back on the bed and sighed.“But this time it did. I got a job as a bouncer at the Tiger Lily. Should be pretty good money.”
“Since when is being a bouncer at a strip club good money?” I scoffed.
“You inherited my size and strength. Not to mention my stunning good looks.” he made a kissy face and then laughed. “But you inherited that smart-ass lip from your mother.”
I laughed along with him. It was true, after all. My six foot frame and overall athletic ability was very similar to his, as were our facial features. We both had brown hair and brown eyes, we both played football in high school. And I probably took after mom more in personality.
“Let’s just hope you inherited something else from me too.” he grabbed his package for emphasis. “I hope you’ve been getting some action now, college boy!” he jabbed my ribs with his elbow.
I stood up off the bed to avoid it. “Well, not really.” I said, wishing I had done him proud. When mom wasn’t around he would tell me stories about his conquests in college. I had always been impressed.
“What? Attractive guy like you can’t get a girl? What’s that about?” he teased.
“I don’t know. I’m busy. Dating is expensive. I’ve got classes and my part time job at the coffee shop a few nights a week. I have art projects to finish. And sleep.” I sighed. “And I’m not a football star anymore. They don’t fall in my lap like they did for you.”
“Hey, I was quite the ladies man, as you know. And they never ‘fell in my lap’.” he held up air quotes. “It was still work. Women are work, and they are expensive. All of them. You know that. I could help you, you know. I still know a thing or two about-”
“No.” I said sternly. “I don’t need your help-”
He interrupted “It’s just you aren’t the most social guy, you never have been. You’ve been better at faking it at certain times.”
I glared at him, a little annoyed. “I love you, dad, but you are not the most reliable guy. You got a divorce because-”
“Okay! Okay! Sheesh.” he cut me off before I could chastise him further. “Sorry I said anything.” He started making his bed. “Well, I am going to take a nap, since my shift will be from six until two at the Tiger.”
“Oh! I didn’t know it was that soon!” I said, happy that he wasn’t just bullshitting me like mom said he had been.
“Yup.” he said as he put his pillows in the cases. “And I’m going to show you that I can pull my weight around here.” He threw the pillow on the bed and then jumped on there with it, landing on his back.
“Alright dad.” I said, backing out of the room. “Just don’t come home with a bunch of strippers, or something.”
* * *
Over the next few weeks, we got into a pretty decent rhythm in our living situation. When I got up in the morning to go to class or the coffee shop, he would still be sleeping off his night shift, so I didn’t have to compete for the shower. When I got home from class and had to work on my projects, he would be getting up to go bouncing at the Tiger. Then on the weekends, he was barely around. I wasn’t sure what he was up to, and I didn’t ask. I had thought that he may be bullshitting me about the job, but he was coming up with money to help pay all the bills, so it seemed legit.
My weekends were filled with trying to finish up projects, working at the coffee shop, and trying to chase women. I would go to bars with my friend and next door neighbor David. He was a military guy, tall and lanky with dark hair and big wire frame glasses. He was a good friend to have on your side. He was a quiet guy. Honest and deceptively strong. We had wrestled around before and he had that wiry strength you hear that some skinny guys have. I was bigger than him, but he always seemed to win.
I considered myself better looking than David, and he would be my wingman. That was the idea, anyway. It didn’t usually work out that way. More often than not, he would go home with the cute girl and I would leave alone. Him being the next door neighbor didn’t help much either. I could usually hear him having sex.
So one night after bar hopping, the two of us decided to go to the Tiger Lilly. My dad was supposed to be on and I figured he may be able to hook us up with cheap drinks, or something. He was nowhere to be found when we got there, though.
It was your typical strip club. Flashing lights illuminated the room. The stage was empty, they were apparently in between sets. There were some amazing looking women hanging around the club at various tables, assumedly trolling for tips and opportunities. We settled in at the bar and put away a few drinks in short order.
I was finishing my second rum and coke when David tapped me and pointed at the stage. “Hey, check her out, Jay Jay.”
I turned to see a bombshell of a blonde walk out on stage. She had long hair past her shoulders, high cheekbones, and a trim figure. She definitely worked out. She was wearing cowgirl get-up, with some tight jean shorts, a denim shirt tied in a knot across her ample tits, cowboy boots, and a pink cowboy hat. She had wide hips, big ass, and slim waist. She looked fit, but not overly muscled. In short, she had a killer body.
The two of us wordlessly got up and approached the stage. We sat down next to it to watch her begin her performance.
“Gentleman… please welcome to the stage… Jade!” came the announcer’s voice over the loudspeakers. Then some incredibly loud dance music started blaring.
We both watched entranced as she danced and gyrated. She didn’t have the best rhythm, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. There were other people there already stuffing money in her shorts, but she seemed to focus just on us anyway. Maybe it was my imagination, I thought. Then she made eye contact with me while untying the knot of her shirt. Once it was untied, she held both halves of of the shirt together, still obscuring her tits. She turned her back and bent over, displaying her nice round ass. The shorts barely covered her crotch as well, giving everyone a nice view from that angle.
She straightened up as the second song started, and then spun back around while quickly yanking her shirt off. She covered her boobs with one arm as she went to throw her shirt towards me, but stopped. She seemed to consider something for just a moment and then threw it to David instead, who caught it.
She then spun around a few times before pulling back her arm and exposing her bare breasts. They were a wonderful example of mammaries. They were big, but not too big. They seemed to defy gravity, being very perky despite their size. She rubbed her generous sized nipples, which appeared to already be hard. She kneeled down near the two of us, pressing her breasts together and pushing her lush lips together in a kissy face.
David leaned forward and put a bill in her shorts. He shoved it down the front, his fingers dipping inside for just a moment. She slapped his hand when it got too deep, but giggled and then danced away to troll for more tips.
When she got to her last song, she quickly stripped her shorts off to reveal a white g-string and garters. She did eventually get naked and display her beautiful body in its entirety at the very end, but she was only on stage for a moment before the song ended. She danced back over to us and said “Meet me in the VIP room in five.” she giggled and then skipped away towards the back room. Neither of us had looked away, or said anything at all the whole time.
The two of us shared a look, like we knew we shouldn’t do it. We knew that we were already buzzed and inhibited, and that we couldn’t afford it. Of course we got up and walked over to the bouncer anyway. Before he took us to one of the rooms and explained the rules. She could touch us and do whatever she wanted. We could not touch her, except with permission. He’d be watching to make sure nothing progressed further.
We sat for a few moments and waited. Jade came in wearing a pink and black “muddy girl” camouflage bikini and high heels. The bikini top was probably two sizes too small, because her breasts were practically spilling out of it. She grinned as she walked over to stand in front of us. Her eyes, her posture, everything about her was just oozing sex. In the back of my mind, I knew that she was just after our money, but she was so sexy it was easy to forget.
She came over to the couch and sat down with us. “How’s it going, boys?” she asked, in a playful tone.
“I’m David, and that’s James. Or Jay Jay.” David pointed at me. “He’s the lonely heart, you should give him attention.” he smiled at me. He knew he was embarrassing me.
“Oh, you’re the lonely heart? Why don’t you tell me about yourself, James.” she smiled and sat next to me. She smelled like perfume and sex.
“It's not going to cost me anything, right?” I quipped.
“Oh! We got a live one here.” she smiled and put her hand on my leg. She had such a nice genuine smile.
We sat and chatted for a minute or two about where are from, what we do, the usual stuff. It almost felt like a date. She seemed sweet, and actually legitimately interested. She then chatted with David for a few minutes too. I know I’m bad at interpreting these signals but I didn’t think she was into him. She had seemed nicer to me. This seemed more routine.
Suddenly she stood up. “Okay, let’s get this show on the road.” She didn’t hesitate, and turned her back and bent over at the waste to display her naked ass. The string of the g-string bikini went between her cheeks to show basically everything except her naughty bits. The bikini was so tight that it revealed the shape of her vulva underneath, though. I couldn’t look away.
She turned around and bent over, showing her tits. She whispered, “I have to give Hank there-” she gestured by moving her head to the side toward the big black bouncer, “-half of whatever I get. But if you give him two hundred bucks, he will leave for a little while. Then we can do whatever we want.” she grinned as she stood up.
I reached into my wallet and pulled out a hundred. I noticed David already had one in his hand. We paid the man, who smiled knowingly and left.
“So which one of you wants the first dance?” she said in a sultry voice as the next song started.
She gave us each a sensual lap dance in succession for a couple of songs and we hadn’t even paid her yet. My dick was so achingly hard when my song was done, I could hardly stand it. I looked in my wallet and saw that I only had a twenty left. I sighed and handed it to her. I wasn’t even sure what I could get for that, but it couldn’t be much.
Jade winked at me as she put the money in her handbag. She danced in place for a moment and then the next song began. She slowly sashayed over to me, making me wait, it seemed. When she got to me she bent forward and caressed her beautiful breasts while inches from my face. She rubbed in a circular motion, pressing them together and licking a nipple.
Then she took off her top and started rubbing my face across her tits. I latched onto her nipple and sucked on it for a few moments. Then she turned back to me with her ass in my face. She bent slightly and smiled. She reached back and pulled her g-string away from her crotch, revealing her hairless, dripping wet pussy. Her shapely thighs pressed together and her lovely ass jiggled mere inches from my face. I could smell her pussy and wanted it even more. Then the song ended. She stood up and grabbed her handbag, then walked over to David. He already had another hundred in his hand, with a big grin on his face.
She took it and put it in her little bag, which she placed on the table. The next song began and she turned around to face David. She sauntered over to him slowly, sashaying her hips as she walked. Halfway there she stopped and spread her legs wide. She reached down and slipped her hand under her bikini, and appeared to finger herself. She moaned before continuing her sexy walk over to David. “Hank will be back in a couple minutes.” She kneeled down in front of him and started unbuckling his belt. “So we had better make this quick.” she quickly pulled his pants and underwear down.
“Oh fuck.” gasped David as Jade’s lips slipped over the head of his cock. He put his hands behind his head and rubbed his hair, clearly lost in the sensation.
She began bobbing her head to the beat of the dance music and David moans corresponded in time. With one hand she jacked his cock as she slid it in and out of her mouth, and the other hand was jammed in her bikini, rubbing between her legs. I could see her fingers pass behind her g-string as she penetrated herself. I sat, transfixed and just staring between her legs, hoping that I would get another view of her pretty little snatch.
I heard David grunt as he came, his hands flailed around involuntarily. She pulled her mouth off and let the cum he had shot in her mouth drip onto her tits. He shot a few more wads onto her face and tits as she continued to jerk him off. He grabbed a nearby chair for support, since his legs buckled a bit.
“Holy shit.” David said in amazement as Jade smiled up at him, covered in his cum. Somehow, she was even hotter in that state.
I sat speechless as Jade gathered her things and quickly left, walking the opposite way we came in, to a back room with a sink.
“Good night, boys. Be sure to come back and see me again.” she blew us a kiss and then closed the door.
* * *
I got up the next morning, happy that I hadn’t drank enough to have a hangover. I went to class in a kind of fog, the events of the previous night still running through my head. I had had a crush on a girl before, of course, but I had always known how to proceed from there. I would ask if they wanted to go on a date and see if they were interested from there. This time, though, I didn’t know if that was the right move. She was a stripper, probably just working me, I thought. But I couldn’t help that she kept returning to my thoughts.
I got home I heard dad in the shower. I meant to ask him where he was last night, since it wasn’t at the Tiger Lilly. I walked by dad’s room on the way back to mine. He had left the door slightly ajar and I glanced in as I walked by. I stopped and did a double take when I thought I saw women’s clothes in his closet. Like some kind of frilly underwear or something.
“Dad likes to dress in women’s clothes? Wait til mom hears about this…” I chuckled and pulled out my phone, ready to snap a picture. I pushed the door open and peered in. Yep, there was some kind of feminine garment sticking out of his closet door.
I turned back to listen and make sure dad was still showering before proceeding into his room. I quickly opened closet door and saw a black teddy.
“I thought that’s what I saw.” I laughed quietly. “What are you up to, dad?” I opened the door wider to look in and see what else might be in there. I saw something hanging in the corner that confused me. It looked almost like a person, but it was flat and deflated. I grabbed it and looked closer.
Weird, I thought. It looked like a deflated blonde woman. I rubbed the material. it looked and felt like skin. It even smelled like a person. And the smell was familiar...
I noticed something else hanging there behind the weird woman-suit. It was a girl’s two-piece bikini, with a pink and black muddy girl camo design.
No. I thought. That’s not possible. I reached back to the suit and felt it again. I turned it and looked at the face really close.
“What are you doing in here?” I spun around and saw my dad standing there in just a pair of red boxer shorts, displaying his dad-bod. He looked like he took relatively good care of himself, but his age was showing. He looked more worried than mad.
I could have made up some story as to what I was doing, but it would be hard to keep a straight face while I lied that I wasn’t here to see what was in his closet. I was still holding the strange suit in my hand.
Before I could come up with something to say, he continued, “Don’t tell your mother. Please.” he pleaded, with the same puppy-dog eyes that I had seen him use on mom before.
“Don’t tell her what, Jade?” I crossed my arms across my chest. I still wasn’t sure I really believed that the nice girl I met the night before was really my dad wearing some kind of body-suit. I couldn’t come up with an alternative explanation, though. “That my dad was disguised as a stripper named Jade to, what? Hit on me?”
He frowned at me. “You would be Jade too, if you had the alimony and bills I have. It pays way better than the bouncer job.”
“I bet.” I laughed. “Blowjobs and lap dances add up, huh?” I teased.
He turned red with embarrassment. “Well, I did tell you it is good money…”
“And you were flirting with me too? What was that, just more of your economic strategy?” I demanded. My feelings were kind of hurt. Dad knew my of overall lack of success with women. “Or just messing with me?” I added angrily.
“I…” he started to stay something but stopped and seemed to really consider what he was about to say. “I didn't… I mean, I just wanted to connect with you.” He actually looked kind of sad. “Since I have moved in, we have barely talked. I know I wasn't the best dad when you were growing up. I was hoping that living with you would help bring us closer. That hasn't happened so… I…” he trailed off, clearly uncomfortable.
“You really had me going…” I said, in a defeated tone. “I knew she was a stripper, but she, you, were so nice. Not to mention hot.” I sighed.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that to you.” he said awkwardly. He seemed genuinely contrite.
“So what about the lap dance? Me and David? Are you gay or something?” I asked, my kind still reeling from this strange turn of events.
He turned red again. “No. I, uh… let's just say that Jade has got something like of a mind of her own. These nano-fiber suits are cutting edge. They interface with your brain and… it's amazing.” His eyes went glassy for a moment and he smiled.
“Where did you get it, anyway?” I wondered, simply amazed that something like the even existed, much less so available. “How is it even possible? You even looked smaller.”
“I don’t know they work, exactly. The Tiger lets you rent them. They are actually owned by the biggest defense company in the country. They have some kind of contract with the government for field testing. What better place to test this kind of spy tech than a strip club? People get up close and personal. If it didn't work, you'd know right away.” he laughed, seeming to finally relax.
I laughed too, which broke the tension. I gave him a hug before adding “I thought I told you not to bring a stripper home!” and we shared a big laugh.
“They let you take them home so no one knows the gig. I'm not really supposed to talk about it, but the cat is out if the bag now.” he explained. “But they said you shouldn't wear it too much. Like I said before, it affects how you think. But honestly, I like how it feels.” he admitted. “I've been going out and having fun as Jade on the weekends. And making some good money on the side.”
“So that's what you've been up to on the weekends?” I wondered aloud.
“Yeah, I didn't. Well, I didn't want you to find out so I would come back when I knew you were asleep.” He admitted.
I stopped before leaving the room “You don't have to do that.” I turned back. “I wouldn't mind seeing Jade again.” I said quickly before I had even thought about it. “You could hang out with me instead.”
He smiled. “I would like that.”
Not sure what I just got myself into, I added, “Just don’t…” I paused, not knowing how to say it. “You know. With David.” I practically pleaded. “That would be too weird. What I already saw was bad enough.”
He laughed. “Okay.”
I almost asked him what it took to get my own suit. Just out of curiosity, I would have claimed. He would know better, though...
* * *
I came home from the coffee shop that night, and there was a beautiful blonde in an oversized tee shirt sitting on my couch. She looked up and smiled at me.
She is even better looking without makeup, I thought.
I smiled back and sat down next to her. She was watching some news program that my dad typically liked to watch. The same sort of thing he always had on the TV growing up.
It's your dad. I reminded myself, over and over.
“Hey there.” he said, turning and giving me a hug. I immediately noticed that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His boobs pressed against my chest, and his hard nipples poked into me. “I couldn’t wait.” he said excitedly.
“Hi.” I smiled and awkwardly hugged him back, squeezing his boobs onto me a little harder. He even smelled amazing, just like a sexy woman would smell. I let the hug go a moment later. Dad and I didn’t normally greet by hugging, but this just felt, right, somehow.
We turned back to the TV and sat silently for a few moments. I was horrified when I realized that I was rock hard and pitching a tent in my pants. I covered it by folding my hands in my lap, and hoped to god he didn’t notice.
After awhile, I broke the silence. “So… dad. how does it feel?”
“How does what feel?” he asked, a confused look on his feminine face. I could see dad’s facial structure underneath the feminine features, now that I was looking for it. “And right now, I'm Jade.” he corrected.
“Jade.” I agreed quickly. “You know, how does it feel to be a girl?” my eyes drifted back to his crotch. “What does a vagina feel like? Does it feel like a real one? It definitely looked real enough.” I said awkwardly, looking at the floor.
“It is amazing.” he said, a hand slipping between his legs. Jade’s eyes went wide with enthusiasm. “And it feels so real. Like I’m sure the genuine article feels. You should try it.” he giggled. “I know if I, like, if I keep playing with it I will get addicted. But it feels so naughty.” As the tee shirt rode up slightly, I saw she wasn’t wearing any panties either. She held her hand there, cupping his feminine crotch.
I realized that I was instinctively trying to sneak a look between his legs. I had to remind myself it was my dad.
But that’s basically a real pussy that he’s got there. I thought.
I was conflicted about it, but I stared. I could just barely see the slit of the vagina. I couldn’t look away. I saw that he was staring back at me, and knew exactly where I was just staring. I looked away in embarrassment.
I almost asked if he had actually done the deed, but I couldn’t bear to ask him that. It had sounded like he hadn't yet tried it. I didn’t know if I wanted the answer or not. I decided that I didn’t.
He seemed to take his own hint and stopped touching his snatch. He pulled his hand back and rested it on his bare leg. I noticed how wet his fingers were. He smoothed the shirt out, covering his lady bits.
I was astounded at how real the suit looked. I wondered what it felt like, and then squelched those thoughts, not wanting to follow them to their logical conclusion because I was feeling shame for even having them. I had never thought about crossdressing or being a woman in my life before this situation.
We sat and watched some TV. I picked the next show, which was a car show. We just were hanging out, like friends. I found I could basically converse with Jade as if it was just my dad, but there was just something a little… extra. It was actually pretty engaging. I think it was my male brain, making me like him/her more. I mean, it is a beautiful woman being nice to me. Why wouldn’t I be enjoying it?
As Jade, he was sweeter than he ever had been, too. He got me drinks from the fridge, made dinner, even made me a plate while I watched my show. He seemed like he genuinely wanted to please me. It was almost like having a girlfriend.
Without the sex stuff. I reminded myself.
We both went to bed early that night. Both of us seemed eager to retire to our rooms. I didn’t say it was so I could masturbate and relieve the tension. I was so aroused from sitting next to this practically naked bombshell that I could hardly stand it. I wondered if Jade was thinking the same thing. And if so, I also wondered, if Jade or my dad would be the one masturbating…
As my hand wrapped around my hard cock, and imagined her naked, touching herself, I ceased reminding myself that it was really my dad under there. I couldn’t hold onto that, because Jade made me so horny. As long as he was in that suit, he would be a she- Jade- to me. With that thought, I came all over myself. I could swear I heard feminine moans coming from the other room as I drifted to sleep.
* * *
The week passed uneventfully. I didn’t see him, or her, again for the rest of the week. On Saturday, I got home and again and the beautiful Jade was sitting on my couch, smiling at me. She was wearing another of my dad’s shirts, and it seemed nothing else, like last time.
We sat down to watch some football. She got us both beers and we rooted against each other, just for fun.
There was a knock at the door and I went and answered it, not thinking anything of just throwing the door wide open. David stood there with a shocked look on his face. He saw Jade, on my couch, wearing nothing but a guy’s t-shirt. He looked back at me and then smiled.
“The game is on, and I thought…” he glanced back and forth at us. “Is this a bad time?” he asked, grinning.
“No, come on in.” I stepped aside.
“Nice to see you again, David.” she smiled at him.
“Hey there, Jade. Is that your real name, anyway?” he asked as he sat down.
She chuckled. I chuckled too, realizing our shared joke that David wasn’t in on.
“You can just call me Jade.” she replied and laughed.
“Ooo… okay.” he laughed too. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
I saw the way they were looking at each other, and was not very pleased.
“Well, I-” Jade started to say, but I cut her off.
“What does it look like she’s doing? She’s my girlfriend.” I wrapped her arm around her and pulled her close. “Play along, I don’t want to deal with him hitting on you.” I whispered in Jade’s ear as I pretended to kiss her neck. “Let’s scoot and give David some room.” I said loudly.
She slid closer, and draped her legs across my lap. Her ass pressed against my leg, and I could feel the heat of her pussy through the couple layers of clothing. I had a hard time watching the game. I was distracted by this beautiful, horny creature in my lap. She was absentmindedly rubbing her thighs together as we sat and pretended to watch. Every now and then she would look at me and smile. When she suddenly giggled and squirmed, I realized I had been unconsciously stroking her bare leg without thinking. She had goosebumps all over her skin from the stimulation.
Or maybe the cold, I tried to tell myself. I stopped myself from rubbing her and making this anymore awkward and strange than it needed to be, but every so often I would realize I had started rubbing her soft skin again. Jade, for her part, just seemed to be enjoying the attention. I looked back up at her face and saw that she had a big dumb grin from ear to ear, and her eyes were closed.
“So where is your dad, anyway? Still haven't met him yet.”
Jade and I both giggled again, and David looked confused.
“He's around here, somewhere.” I said, stifling my laughter. David must have known we had some private joke so he just shook his head and dropped it
When Jade got up to get us more beer, David shot me a look that said, “Whoa, I’m impressed!” He pointed to her ass as she sashayed out of the room, and then gave a thumbs up. I nodded, grinning back at him. She came back in and plopped down next to me. She handed each of us a beer.
“Thanks… babe.” I added, trying to sound natural. She smiled and leaned in to hug me. I could feel her hard nipples, poking through the shirt.
We settled into finishing the game. She leaned over me to lay across my lap on her side, and I lifted my arms up to accommodate her. I stroked her pretty blonde hair as I watched the game. Before long, I was rubbing my hand up and down his side. A few times I caught myself as my hand rounded her back and rubbed her bare ass.
Don’t get too carried away. I kept telling myself.
By the end of the game, I had realized how horny I was. And the way she was draped over my lap, she had to know that I was sporting a stiffy as well. She glanced up at me and winked.
David stood up and stretched. “Well, that was a good game. I’m going to go to bed, I have to work early.” He threw his beer cans away on his way out. “You two have fun!” he said and chuckled as the door shut behind him.
We stayed put on the couch for a few minutes. She was still in my lap, laying on her back looking up at me. She was smiling warmly as we shared eye contact. I couldn’t help but smile too. She sure was beautiful. I stroked her cheek for a moment.
Stop it. This is wrong. I told myself. I kind of pushed her up so I could get off the couch.
“What?” she said, looking all cute and innocent as she lay there. She batted her pretty blue eyes. Those even looked absolutely real. Pretty, even.
“Nothing, I just think it’s time to go to bed.” I said, trying to sound aloof and relaxed when I was anything but.
“Are you sure?” she batted her eyes some more at me, and gave me the same puppy dog eyes my dad always gave me. It had a whole different effect coming from a pretty woman, though. “I could think of a few things we could do that would be worth staying up for…” she cooed. She reached down and began to pull the tee shirt up, revealing more of her shapely legs.
I made a point of having a shocked look on my face. I didn’t want her to know I was thinking the same thing. “Dad! I don’t-” I began.
“Jade.” she interrupted. I tried to regard her as a ‘he’, but she was far too sexy to be a ‘he’.
“Jade, look.” I said slowly. “We shouldn’t do this. We can’t do this.” I started walking away. “Besides the obvious, you said you knew it was addicting. It’s definitely not a good idea!” I yelled as I got to my room. I slammed the door and locked it, almost out of breath, despite not really exerting myself. I was clearly very worked up.
I got naked and got in bed. I resolved not to masturbate, because I knew what would fill my thoughts and fantasies. That didn’t last long, though. My dick was achingly hard, and I was so horny I could hardly think of anything, besides naked female bodies and sex. I jerked off with unusual urgency. I needed to cum. It barely took a minute of stroking my cock before I erupted and sprayed jizz all over my chest. I had been so horny I didn’t bother to get anything to shoot into, just like last time. I cleaned up and then quickly fell into a restful sleep.
* * *
The next morning I woke up with a start. I had a strange dream where I was a sexy woman and David was trying to fuck me. I don't remember what happened next, but I noticed my cock was achingly hard.
I shook my head and cleared the strange thoughts as I checked my messages. I noticed a text from David. All it said was “Sorry, bro. A lay that hot is impossible to turn down. You understand, right?”
I was still tired, so it took a few moments for me to compute what I had just read. Then it hit me. “That motherfucker.” I exclaimed.
I stormed out of my room and saw dad was in the shower. I was going to rip the bathroom door open, but it was locked. I pounded on the door. “Open up and get out here!”
I heard the shower turn off and a few moments later, the door opened and there stood Jade, naked and beautiful. After just stepping out of the hot shower, her skin was still flushed and rosey red. She put a hand on her hip and smiled. I tore my gaze from her incredible rack and looked her in the eye. She smiled, knowingly. “What? What’s wrong?”
I was originally going to scream and yell, but seeing naked Jade had thrown me completely off balance. I didn’t think he would still be in the suit. “You did it, didn’t you:?” I demanded.
“Did what?” she asked, all innocently.
“You know what I mean. You fucked David, didn’t you?”
She looked shocked for just a moment, but then she smiled. “You said we,” she pointed at the two of us. “couldn’t do anything, that it was wrong.”
“It is wrong.” I insisted.
“Is it really?” she asked, her hands on her hips, looking sexy and defiant.
I tried not to be distracted by her nakedness, and the fact that she looked horny, the way she was rubbing her thighs together and biting her lip. “You know why!” I shouted.
“Well, for me and David, that’s not a problem.” she said smugly, and sat on a towel on the bathroom counter.
“That motherfucker,” I started to say and realized that label was actually somewhat accurate for this situation. “He knew you and I were a couple and he did it anyway?” my hands shook with anger. I felt betrayed.
“I just told him we fought and I was mad at you.” she looked at the floor. “That we were probably breaking up.” she explained with a hint of regret.
I tried to calm down and not get emotional. “You said yourself you knew it was a bad idea to have sex while wearing the suit.” I said slowly. “You said you could control it. How much did he pay you?”
“I know…” she sighed. “I shouldn’t have. But the way you left me there, all horny and wet…”
“You think that was easy for me? I’m struggling too!” I yelled, getting close enough to smell the fruity scent of women’s body wash. I shook my head and chuckled. “This wasn’t a good idea. I liked hanging out with Jade, but it’s just like every other girl that I see in my life. Beautiful, awesome, unattainable. And you're working me, just like a stripper would.” I sighed, feeling defeated.
“No, I’m not.” she said, sounding hurt. “You’re a great guy.” she soothed, grabbing my hand and looking me in the eye. “You deserve to be happy. That’s part of why I agreed to… be Jade at home. I thought it would make you happy.” she pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around her naked torso, pressing her lovely breasts into my chest and again, I noticed how hard her nipples were. I closed my eyes and just sighed, smelling and feeling this beautiful woman and letting go of my angst.
I wasn’t surprised when she kissed me. What shocked me is how natural it felt. It shouldn’t have felt so good and right. It should have been revolting. But I didn’t care. I enthusiastically kissed her back.
It was like a switch was flipped. We forgot all about the weirdness of the situation, our argument, where we needed to be that day, none of it mattered in that moment. In that moment, we were just a couple of horny people, doing what was natural.
We urgently kissed, mashing our faces together. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, and her tongue met it to dance. She tasted wonderful. My hands went to my waist and pushed my boxers down. My erect cock prevented the shorts from falling off, but she reached out and quickly yanked them off.
Our mouths finally parted long enough for her to say, “Please. I need it.” Jade begged. I needed it too.
I moved between her naked thighs with my leaking erection in hand. Her hairless pussy was dripping and engorged with arousal. I probed her wetness with the tip until I found her opening. I slipped all the way in to the hilt, with no resistance. It felt every bit like a real pussy.
She let out a slow moan as I slid in. After sitting for just a moment, feeling her heat and softness, I slid all the way back out. Then back in again, slowly.
“Harder.” she whispered in a breathy voice.
My hips went almost on autopilot, thrusting so fast as I could. I didn't work up to it. No rhythm or technique, just an animalistic need for release. In that moment, only my cock and her cunt existed.
She wrapped her arms around my neck to pull me in tight. I kissed her hard on the mouth before moving down to her nipple. I nibbled on the tip, which provoked a squeal.
I didn't have the presence of mind to even hold back my orgasm or try and prolong the immense pleasure. My need to get off was overriding everything else. It couldn't have been longer than a minute or two, and I felt my orgasm approaching. Her moans and squeals indicated she was close as well.
I leaned in and gripped her across the back, and began short and rapid strokes. She gripped me harder around the neck and her nails dug into my back.
“Oh… yes… mmm!” she moaned into my ear. Her pussy began to contract with orgasm, which pushed me over the edge. I exploded inside her a moment later, the most powerful orgasm of my life. I grunted and painted her insides with cum.
Afterwards we sat there for a few moments, my still-erect cock buried inside her. We clutched each other close as we caught our breath.
I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine. In that moment, I think we both realized the gravity of what just happened, and how it changed things between us forever.
* * *
That night, I got back from the coffee shop and saw dad sitting on the couch. Not Jade. Just my dad. I tried to hide the instant disappointment that I felt.
“James, I'm so sorry. I won't wear it here anymore. It'll never happen again!” he looked frantic. He probably thought our relationship was ruined forever.
“Dad, dad, it's okay.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed it to reassure him.”I just had a question for you.”
He looked relieved. “Yes?” he said, his expression hopeful.
“I'm tired of working at the coffee shop for minimum wage. Would the suit work for me too?” I asked tentatively. “Or would I need my own?”
He looked surprised, but then he just grinned back at me.
To be continued in part 2. Available here.
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