Daddies Brat

DON’T CALL ME DADDY

I was out with my friend Jim, his wife Janet, and Jim’s parents at a local bar that had live music every Friday night. We had been there for a few hours and we had all decided to leave. Jim was leaving with his parents since he had agreed to help his dad with a building project the next day, while Janet and I were going to leave together. We all said goodnight and the two of us started to walk to my car. Janet had decided not to drink while I had a few beers so we agreed she was going to drive us back to her and Jim’s apartment. I lived way across town so it was easier if I slept on their couch and drove home in the morning.

Jim and Janet had been good friends of mine since University. Jim and I were immediate friends when we met in residence. He met Janet about a year after that and she and I have been close since it became obvious that she and Jim were serious. While officially I was Jim’s friend, Janet and I had become pretty close ourselves over the few years since we all graduated, and there were never any awkward silences when Jim was absent.

“Do you want to smoke a joint when we get back?” She asked this question in a tone that reflected her relief to be out of the presence of Jim’s parents. “We have bourbon if you want a little nightcap as well. I didn’t want to drink around Jim’s parents, but I need to unwind before bed.”

She had a look in her eye that intrigued me as I hadn’t seen it from her before. Being a young man in my mid-twenties, I had ample experience trying to decipher what passing glances from beautiful women meant, but I didn’t expect it from Janet. The look was gone as quickly as it appeared but my mind took note since it was out of place.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Once we got to my car, I handed the keys to her with an open palm. If I was on a date with someone else, I might think her extended touch on my hand as she picked up the keys meant she was interested in me, but I pushed this thought aside.

She picked the keys up out of my hand, but they slipped from her grasp immediately. She caught them in mid-air before they bounced off her chest and landed on the ground. It was made to look like an accident, but it didn’t look like one to me. My eyes were inevitably drawn to the falling keys and then to her ample breasts behind them. She didn’t say anything for a second or two while she stood there with the keys in her hands, watching me look at her breasts.

“I’m getting nervous in front of such a handsome gentleman,” she said with a laugh as I pulled my eyes up to meet hers. I scolded her for such a bad joke, but it made me think. Joke or not, this statement felt a bit out of place. She and I were decent friends in our own right, but she had never made any comments about my looks before. As Janet turned away from me to get to the car door, I couldn’t help but stare at her ass.

I had certainly checked her out before in the time that we had known each other, but this felt different. She had a plump, round butt that was about as big as it could be without calling her chubby, which she was not. I couldn’t pull my eyes off it; it must have been the drinks I had that night, but I could hear a voice in my head say, ‘What a big juicy ass’.

I was trying to calm that voice down when Janet turned her body towards the back of the car and caught me red-handed with her peripheral vision. She chuckled in a quiet but sexy manner before teasing me some more while she tucked a strand of her blond hair behind her ear.

“Are you coming or are you gonna just stare at my ass all night?”

I apologized and tried to pass it off as anything but what it was, but she just rolled her eyes at me and laughed. I was glad she wasn’t mad about my wandering eyes, but I was also a bit curious about how affectionate she was being with me. Her extended looks at me were more than just curiosity.

‘Surely she wasn’t checking me out?’ I thought. It must just be the alcohol and my overactive imagination; I hadn’t been with a woman in a few months, so I figured I was making more out of this than what it was.

We continued talking and flirting on the way back to her apartment. I had always enjoyed spending time with Janet, but I had never been this excited to be alone with her before. My previous doubts about whether we were flirting soon vanished as the growing sexual tension between us became palpable.

I was starting to feel guilty, but then I remembered Jim’s history of cheating on Janet. It had been six months since the last occurrence that I

knew about, but it used to be a problem. He liked the act of seduction, and convincing women to sleep with him was something he was surprisingly good at. He told me that he had come clean with Janet and things were better between them, but I also knew that there were untold stories that she didn’t know about but would probably never hear. I tried not to let my frustrations with Jim over his treatment of a cool person like Janet interfere with my choices tonight, but it was hard when she looked as good as she did and was interested in me.