Chapter 3

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?”