Pleasure Unbound

MANDY

I was so excited when my parents told me Brian was coming for supper tonight. Brian is my dad's best and oldest friend, and he's also the man I've been in love with for as long as I can remember. I've never told anyone how I feel about him, but I recently turned 18, and it's getting harder and harder to keep it a secret.

When I hear the doorbell ring, I run for the front door, eager to see his beautiful face again, but when I open it, I feel like my whole world has collapsed. Standing on the step is Brian, looking perfect and gorgeous as usual, but next to him stands a leggy blonde with her arm wrapped possessively around his.

"Hey, kiddo," he says with a big grin.

I can barely manage a small smile before standing back so they can come in. He notices my unusual behavior but doesn't say anything, just quirks an eyebrow at me, silently asking me if I'm okay. I can't bring myself to look into his deep brown eyes, the ones that are as familiar to me as my own, so instead I duck my head and lead them down the hall to the kitchen where my parents are getting the food out of the oven.

"Hey, Brian," my dad says, clapping him on the back. He holds his hand out to the blonde. "You must be Raquel."

Of course her fucking name is Raquel!

I try not to snarl when I look at her. She's perfect, of course she is. Tall, slim but curvy in all the right places, with big blue eyes. I suddenly feel very short and very ugly compared to her, and I don't like it. I especially don't like the way she looks at Brian.

He's mine, lady!

I want to scream at her and kick her in the ass, but I take a seat at the table and ignore the confused looks I'm getting from Brian over her head.

I tune out whatever the hell my parents are talking about with the perfect Raquel, but my head jerks up when I hear my name.

"And this is our daughter Mandy," my mom says to her.

"Nice to meet you," Raquel says with a big smile.

I smile, or try to, but I'm pretty sure it probably looks more like a grimace.

"Brian told me you just turned 18. That's a pretty exciting age. Any college plans?"

I suppress a groan. The last thing I want to do is have a conversation with the woman who's touching my Brian. A part of my brain corrects me that he's not actually mine, but I tell that part to go fuck itself and keep my voice even as I respond.

"No, not really. I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet."

"Well, you still have plenty of time, I suppose," she says and then quickly turns back to my parents. "Is there anything I can do?"

I ignore them and go and let Daisy in. She's my pit bull mix, and I love her more than I can possibly say. As soon as I see her happy brown face, I can't help but smile and feel better. She runs to me with that sort of pure joy that only dogs seem to be able to pull off, and I wrap my arms around her. She gives my cheek a lick, making me laugh, and then she runs to her second favorite person in the world.

Brian bends down when he sees her, giving her a good scratch behind the ears, but it's Raquel's reaction that has us all turning our heads.

"Oh my god! Get that thing away from me!"

She's taken a step back and has her hands held out as if to ward off the hounds of hell.

We all just look at her as if she's lost her mind, especially when Daisy just sits there looking up at her with that classic pit bull smile.

"It's just Diasy," Brian says, trying to reason with her. "She's harmless."

"Is that a pit bull?" she asks, and I swear I hear a tremor in her voice which makes me want to laugh and roll my eyes all at the same time.

"She's a mix," I say, squatting down by Brian so I can pet her. "Brian got her for me for my 16th birthday."

"Well, just keep her far away from me," she says, and I notice that she's not nearly as pretty as I thought she was. Her face looks more pinched now, and her anger has really accentuated all those fine lines around her mouth and eyes.

"Gladly," I say in a tone that has her narrowing her eyes. I stand up and head toward the stairs, Daisy following along by my side.

The muffled voices of my parents float up to me, but I can't make out anything they're saying. I sit on my bed with Daisy, giving her extra love to make up for Raquel. I can't believe Brian would date somebody so horrible. She didn't deserve him, and the image of her clutching at his arm was going to haunt me for a long time.

My stomach growls when I start to smell the grilled hamburgers and my mom's cheesy potatoes, but I refuse to leave Daisy and go down. Instead, I sprawl on my bed and smile when Daisy immediately cuddles up next to me. I pet her soft brown fur as my eyelids eventually grow heavy. The next thing I'm aware of is a warm hand on my face. Somewhere in the back of my brain I register the smell of Brian's cologne, and I lean into his touch and give a soft moan. My nipples harden immediately at the smell and feel of him, and I feel the same familiar wetness between my legs that I always get when I'm around him.

I'm about to run my tongue up the palm of his hand when I hear him say, "Mandy, wake up. I brought you some food."

I slowly open my eyes to his smiling, amused face. Returning his smile, I raise my arms into a long, lazy stretch, and I inwardly give a happy squeal when I notice his eyes drop to my tits.

He quickly pulls his hand back from my face and looks away, but there's no denying the hungry look I saw.

He holds the plate of food out to me. "I thought you might be hungry."

I notice he's prepared the burger exactly how I like it-cheese, mustard, and extra pickles-and given me a generous helping of the potatoes.

"Thanks." I take the plate and dig in while he sits down on the bed and pets Daisy.

"I'm really sorry about Raquel," he finally says.

"Why are you with such a horrible woman?" I ask in between bites.

He sighs and runs a hand through his thick, dark hair. "I know her from the gym. She keeps hitting on me, and she kind of cornered me today and pretty much invited herself along. Your parents said they didn't mind if I brought her. I think they're really hoping I've found the one." He gives an exaggerated groan making it obvious that she is clearly not the one.

I hesitate for a second, then say, "Please don't sleep with her, Brian."

His eyes widen in shock before he lets out a startled laugh. "I don't even know what to say to that."

"I'm not a kid anymore. I am aware of sex." I take a big bite of hamburger to keep my mouth full so I won't say anything stupid like, And I'd really like to try having it with you.

"I know you're an adult now, and don't worry, I'm not doing anything with her." He reaches down and gives Daisy's head a pat. "How could I do anything with a woman who hates Daisy?"

"Good point," I mumble around my food.

While I continue to eat and try not to think about how close he is to me or the fact that he's sitting on my bed, he reaches over and grabs the framed photo on my nightstand. It's a photo of Brian and me from last year when he took me to the fair. Our faces are pressed close together so we could both fit into the selfie I was taking. I remember it like it was yesterday, the feel of his stubble pressed against my cheek, the intoxicating smell of his cologne, the feel of his hard body against mine, the way my whole body lit on fire the second we touched.

"We going again this year?" he asks, holding the framed photo up.

"That depends," I say, setting my plate of food down.

"On?"

"If we're going alone or not."

The fair is our special time. Brian has been taking me for as long as I can remember. There's no way in hell I'm going to go if it means he's bringing someone else along, someone like the nauseating Raquel.

He studies my face for a second, and I try to read his dark brown eyes, but it's impossible to know what he's thinking right now.

"Why on earth would I do that?" he finally says. "Then there would be three of us, which makes no sense because most of the rides are for two people. Plus, we'd have another person trying to eat our funnel cake, and

you know we can't stand for that kinda shit."

I smile at him and lean my head against his shoulder.

I'm surprised when he adds, "The fair is our time, Mandy. I don't want to share it with anyone else."

"I don't either," I say, forcing myself to not crawl in his lap.

With a sigh, he gives my knee a quick pat and stands up. "I should be going. I just wanted to make sure you got some supper and to apologize for the dog-hating monster downstairs."

I give a small laugh. "Good luck getting rid of her. She looked quite possessive earlier with the way she was grabbing onto your arm. For one horrible moment, I thought you two were a couple."

"God no," he says with a groan. "She's in for a rude awakening when I dump her off at her house without so much as a friendly handshake."

He gently places the framed photo back on my nightstand. "Text me that photo when you get a sec. I really like it."

A huge grin spreads across my face. "Okay, I will."

He leans down and kisses my forehead, letting his hand cup the side of my face. The feel of his warm, soft lips on my skin makes my breath catch in my throat. I let out a soft sigh and grip his wrist with my hand, keeping him pressed close to me. We stay like that way longer than appropriate. He always gives me a hug and a kiss goodbye, but it's never been like this.

Neither one of us wants to be the first to break away, and it isn't until we hear the muffled sounds of my parents and Raquel heading to the front door that he pulls away. I look up into his gorgeous face, noticing the heat in his gaze and the way his lips are still slightly parted, and I want so badly to throw myself in his arms and kiss him.

His hand is still resting against my face, and he lets his thumb stroke my cheek before pulling it away. I feel that touch all the way down to my pussy, and a small moan escapes before I can stop it. Judging by the way his eyes darken, I'm guessing he heard it.

"Pick you up Friday at 8 for the fair?" he asks, never taking his eyes from mine.

"Yes," I say in a voice I barely recognize as my own.

He gives me a sexy grin before giving Daisy one last pat. As he's walking out my door, he calls over his shoulder, "Don't forget to text me that photo."

I lay back on my bed with a huge smile on my face. The memory of his lips on my forehead and his hand on my cheek is one that I'll never forget. It instantly makes me want more, though. Small touches like that will never be enough, but it's a start.

BRIAN

I manage to block out Raquel's annoying voice as I drive her back to her house. All I can think about is Mandy. I know I crossed the line in her room, but I couldn't help myself. I needed to touch her, to feel her skin against my lips, even if it was just her forehead. That little moan she'd let out had nearly made me lose all control. All I could think about was pressing my body against hers and burying my cock as deep inside her as humanly possible.

Her green eyes had told me she'd have been more than willing if I had. Ever since she turned 18, she's all I can think about. If I'm not thinking about her while I'm awake, then I'm dreaming about her at night, and lately the dreams have taken a very strange turn. Last night, I'd had an insanely realistic dream of me fucking a very pregnant Mandy. I'd woken up with a painfully hard cock and immediately jerked off to the still vivid image of my hands around Mandy's swollen belly while I fucked her from behind. Just the memory of it has my cock growing hard.

Raquel's annoying voice cuts through my fantasy, killing the hard-on with quickness as I pull into her driveway.

"So, I had a great time," she says with what I'm assuming she thinks is a sexy purr. She runs her finger along my forearm, and I have to force myself to not yank my arm away. "Wanna come in?"

I gently remove her hand from my arm. "No, thanks."

She looks at me as if I've lost my mind. "Are you being serious right now?"

"Very." I hit the unlock button on my door, hoping she'll take the hint.

She lets out a small snort. "Is this about that stupid dog?"

I turn to her, trying very hard to keep my voice steady. "I love that dog. You, on the other hand, I care nothing for. I knew this was a bad idea. I'm sorry, but you and I are never going to be anything more."

"You asshole!" she screeches at me before jerking the door open.

I try and give a friendly wave, but she slams the door shut and storms off. Yeah, I'm going to have to switch gyms. I don't want to ever run into her again. Before I'm even out of her driveway, Raquel is erased from my mind, and all I can think about is Mandy.

I'm just walking in my front door when I hear my phone give a short ding. Smiling, I dig it out of my pocket, hoping it's the photo I asked Mandy to send me. Sure enough, the image of us together pops up, and I'm lost in that beautiful face of hers. Her dark hair is loose, making the green of her eyes stand out, and the fullness of her lips makes me immediately envision how gorgeous they would look wrapped around my cock.

I send her a quick text. Thanks, Mandy.

She doesn't make me wait long for a response. I'm glad you wanted it.

It's my favorite photo.

Then she adds, How did it go with R?

I groan as I type. As well as I expected. I'll have to find a new gym to go to.

She sends me a laughing emoji and a cute photo of her and Daisy. I can tell she just took it because she's on her bed and in the same clothes she'd been wearing earlier. For one brief moment, I think to myself that everything I truly love in this world is in that one photo. The only thing missing is my arms around her and our baby between us. I shake my head. I need to get a grip.

Thanks for the photo. Can't wait for Friday. Remember to come hungry!

We always stuff ourselves with unhealthy carny food. It's all part of the tradition.

Oh, I'll be hungry, Brian. ;)

Her response makes me think of more than greasy hot dogs and funnel cakes, and my cock instantly hardens. This is going to be a long fucking week. I type out a quick goodnight and spend a restless night tossing and turning. The week drags by slower than I ever thought possible so when Friday finally comes around, I'm more than ready for it.

I'm not surprised to see Mandy waiting and ready when I pull up outside their house. She hollers something into the house before hopping into my truck. She looks amazing in a pair of short shorts and a tight t-shirt that hugs her tits like a second skin. I try hard to remind myself that this is my best friend's daughter. She's off limits to me, and Jim would kill me if he knew how much I was thinking about fucking his precious baby girl. One look at those toned, tanned legs has all those images rushing back into my head, though. There's no denying how I feel about her. I just can't act on it, I tell myself.

It's not long before we see the lights from the fairgrounds up ahead and Mandy lets out a happy squeal next to me, clapping her hands like she used to when she was younger. When I parked the truck, we got out and waited in line for our tickets. She wraps her arm around mine and keeps her body pressed tightly against me. Mandy has always been very affectionate with me, but I've noticed it's become a lot more obvious since she turned 18. I'm not complaining. It just makes it very hard for me to remain distant and unaffected by her.

"So where to first?" I ask when we have our wristbands.

"We have to hit the Scrambler first," she says with a big grin.

I laugh and let her tug me along to the waiting line. It doesn't take long before we're being loaded onto the ride with me sitting next to the padded side. She shoots me a wide grin as it starts up and we begin to slowly move.

"Try not to squish me too much this time," I say, knowing it will be impossible for her to resist the force of the ride and that she'll soon be pressed tightly against my side.

Mandy lets out a happy scream as the ride hits maximum speed and she's helplessly squished against me. I raise my arm and wrap it around her shoulders, drawing her closer to my chest. I forget all about the ride we're on. All I can think about is how damn good she feels against me and the smell of her light flowery perfume. Her hair blows around me, teasing my senses with how silky and soft it feels against my skin. She lays her head against my shoulder and sinks into me.

I haven't had to think about discreetly adjusting my cock at a fair since I was a teenager. I'm going to have to unearth that hidden knowledge with quickness because I have a feeling I'm going to be painfully hard all night.

When the ride starts to slow down, Mandy looks at me with those gorgeous green eyes of hers and asks, "What next?"

I can think of several things I'd like to do next-the number one item being grabbing her by the hips and slamming my cock into the tiny little cunt of hers. Out loud, I say, "How about the rollercoaster?"