Trading Dads by Jonathan Kollt
(An Erotic Hot Dad-Sexy College Girl Adventure)

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A storm strands two hunky fathers with each other’s daughter. While one girl explores an erotic secret, the other is determined to live out a private fantasy. Whether by will or by fate, these college girls are destined to explore their relationships with each other’s dad. Things get hot and wet, and as the hurricane subsides, another storm of lust and desire rages in to take its place.

Warning: This 15,000 word erotic story contains explicit descriptions of sex and seduction between assertive and reluctant dads and hot young college girls. For adults only!

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“Whatcha wanna do now?” Jenny clicked her tongue and clasped her hands together in front of her. John took in her firm, young body and how it fit taught into the t-shirt and cut-off jeans she was wearing. She’s a college girl, he reminded himself, just like my own daughter.

“I’ll be getting to bed early then. I’m wiped.” He said nervously.

“We never finished talking. I wanted to tell you something.” As she approached him he backed up nervously. “Jenny, I-”

“Don’t be afraid of me, Mister Pearce. You’ve known me ever since I was a little girl. Am I that scary?” Her voice was soft and sultry. She never spoke like that as a young girl, he thought.

“No, of course I’m not afraid of you, Jenny. What did you want to tell me?”

“I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for getting me on the cheerleading squad,” she said.

John smiled in relief. “It was my pleasure, Jenny. I’ve watched you cheer. I knew you’d be a good fit.”

“Really?”

“Of course. You have great tone and flexibility. All those years of gymnastics with Valerie, I knew you’d be a star.”

“No, I mean, you really watched me cheer?”

John turned red. “Well, yeah, I mean, I- I’ve seen you on television during the games, and, and-”

“I like that you’ve watched me in my uniform, Mister Pearce. I’d give a million dollars to know what was running through your head.” Jenny smiled deviously and closed the distance between them.

John was getting flustered. Jenny was exuding a sex appeal that he had been able to shrug off until now. He knew it was wrong to think of her that way, but physically he couldn’t stop himself from reacting to her.

“I was only thinking about how you got here on your own merit. Really. I did nothing. You’re talented, Jenny.”
“No, Mister Pearce. You got me here. I want to repay you using some of my talents. Will you let me?” She looked at him coyly and put a finger on his chest.

“Jenny, I don’t know what you’re insinuating, but I’m starting to feel a little uncomfortable.”

Jenny kept approaching John as he backed away until he reached a point where he could move no further. He flattened himself against the wall while she continued to invade his personal space.

“You know,” she said, “I’ve always looked up to you since I was young, kinda like you were my own personal coach.”

“That’s flattering, but-”

Jenny pressed against him and stood on her toes. “That’s why that flick you were watching earlier is my favorite.” She put her hands on his chest to balance herself while she whispered in his ear.

“When I watch it, I think of you, and I touch myself.”

When her lips brushed gently alongside his earlobe John’s heart pounded out of his chest. He had to do something about this, and he had to do it now. So he took her wrists and gently removed them from his torso.

“Jenny,” he said politely. “I’m flattered. Really. But to me you’re still that little girl who’s best friends with my daughter.”

He saw a look of disappointment wash over her face and felt somewhat relieved.

“Listen,” he said. “I’m gonna go read in my room and then get to bed. You need to rest too. I’ll see you in the morning. And don’t worry, I won’t talk to your dad about this.”

That last threat would probably keep her well-behaved, he thought. He turned and saw her pout before he headed up the stairs.

He knew he did the right thing.

But then why did he feel like every inch of his body was cursing him?
 

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Published February 12, 2013 by Written Passion. 52 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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