Jazmine came back into the living room where Deno was at. He was still knocked out with the remote in his hand.
Jazmine went and sat on the couch right next to him. She was staring at him for a while.
His mouth was wide open with his head tilted back, snoring like he was calling the hogs.
She scooted a little closer to him, well, as close as she could.
She rubbed on his arm, "Mr. Murray." She whispered into his ear, but of course, he didn't wake up.
Then she kind of shoved him, pushing on his arm, "Mr. Murray." She whispered again, but still no luck waking him up.
She sort of sucked her teeth, smiling afterwords, shaking her head.
She got up, folding up her left leg so she could sit back down on it on the couch, whispering into Denos ear again, "Wake up, it's Jazmine." Softly, but still, he was out of it.
She then took her hand, putting it on Denos crotch of his pants, rubbing on it.
She was starting to feel him get an erection. She kept rubbing, continuing to softly whisper into his ear. She felt him get all the way erect, still rubbing on it.
It really didn't take much for him. As you heard earlier, it's damn near been three weeks since he's had any. A wet dream was not out of the question at this point.
She stopped rubbing and kept her hand on his crotch for a second, looking around to see if anybody was coming. Everybody in the house was asleep as far as she assumed.
She looked back at his crotch, searching for his zipper. She found the pull and slowly started to unzip his pants with her tongue out, and lightly bitting it.
Once she hit the bottom, she reached inside his pants, going through the hole of his boxers, grabbing his dick.
She brought it out of his pants and that's when he woke up, looking into this light skinned, black and sort of rusty colored hair, hazel brown slanted eye, beautiful seventeen year old girl eyes.
"What? Whwhwhat you doing?" Barely able to talk as he squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look at her.
She shushed him, shishing him with her finger over her lips.
One thing about Jazmine, she knew he wasn't really getting any ass. Summer would tell Jazmine how her mom wasn't fucking her dad like that, and how frustrated he always was about it. She would listen to them argue in their room with her ear pressed up against the door.
"Chill, just chill Mr. Murray." Rubbing on his chest, gazing back into his eyes.
"What you doing man, get outta here." Him slurring, trying to get up but couldn't.
She put her hand back on his dick but he slapped it off. Not with great force but able to move it away.
She grabbed his arms and pinned them to the top of the couch, getting on top of him. He was so drunk that he couldn't even out muscle her.
"Just chill Mr. Murray. I been wanted this." She whispered into his ear, kissing him on his neck.
"Ay, ay, ay, ay, get up off me, get up." He slurred some more.
Her pussy was soak and wet. Shes really been into Deno for a while, but she never told a soul.
She took her right arm, grabbing his dick so she could aim it to go inside her.
He tried to give one last push but he just couldn't.
She was able to stick it in and slide down with ease.
As you all are probably saying, if he really wanted her off, he could've gotten her off, but the pleasure of finally getting some pussy after almost a month, and plus he couldn't get up if there was a fire in the house. Ay, he was pretty much stuck.
She was riding him pretty good. She was a little on the aggressive side, making the couch squeak, with her hand lightly over his mouth, grinding and going up and down on him, moaning kind of loudly, but softly at the same time into his ear. The TV was also at a kind of loud volume
Without him even thinking, he grabbed her waist because it was feeling so good to him, but then starting to push her off the best that he could again.
"Please Jazmine, I'm bout to cum, uhhhh, please." He said to her, talking very slowly, taking deep breaths while her hand was still over his mouth.
She heard, and understood what he was saying, so she got up off of him, getting up off of the couch, standing over him slowly backing up. He didn't cum but he was very close to it.
She was looking at his dick to see if he was gonna cum.
She smiled at him and said, "See, you need to be more careful. I coulda got you." Winking at him, turning around, walking back to Summers room.
Even though he was drunk, he still knew what exactly what had just happened, and he couldn't believe what had just happened. "What the fuck man?" He slurred to himself slowly with his mouth kind of opened, looking at his dick which was covered with her young horny juices.
He looked around to see if he could spot anybody. The house was almost completely dark. There was only one light on, and that was the stove light that was above the stove.
He started tucking himself back inside his pants, well, the best that he could. It took him close to a minute because everything was still spinning.
Still sort of in shock, he just sat there. What the fuck just happened, he was sitting there thinking, but it wasn't long before he went back to sleep.
The next morning, Cece woke him up. "Damn, why you slept out here all night?" She asked him.
His head was killing him. He started grunting, holding it. "Oh." She said with her hands on her hips and her mouth twisted up, "I forgot, you went out and got drunk last night. Well I hope you had a good time. I was here bored as shit last night."
He was thinking to himself, it wasn't like we was finna do shit, what the fuck you talking about?
He got up and went to the kitchen to make himself some coffee. She kept a eye on him while he was walking. "What's all that dried up white shit on yo pants?" Crossing her arms as she spotted it while he was sitting on the couch.
As he was looking through the frig, he paused for a second, looking down at his shorts, and had to think. "Shit, you ain't wanna give a nigga no pussy last night, so what the fuck I was suppose to do?" With his head pounding because he had to come up with a convincing lie.
She scrunched up her face, "you did that shit out here in the living room? Is you fucking serious? Summer or Jazmine could've came out and seen that shit! What the fuck is you thinking? You need to stop doing all that damn dranking. I sware, you be doing some dumb ass shit man!" Shaking her head at him but he wasn't paying her any mind. His head was hurting too bad for all of this.
He decided not to tell her what really happened. There's no telling how this would've unfolded. All the blame most likely would've went right on him. He figured the best thing to do was to keep quiet about it and hopefully Jazmine would too. She's underage and he's married, and not to mention, that's his daughters best friend. Doesn't really look good in his favor.
Cece walked back to their room, disgusted, and Deno got his coffee started.
After the coffee was done, he reached up to the top cabinet and got some ibuprofen. He takes those and drinks his coffee whenever he has a long night of drinking. Usually gets him back right.
While he was drinking his coffee, Summer and Jazmine came out. Look like they've just woken up too.
"Dad. You got like a hundred dollars I can get? We going to the mall later on." Summer asking without saying good morning or anything.
"Summer. Can I at least drink my coffee and get my mind together first? Huh?" He spoke to her in a low calm voice because his head was still hurting.
She sucked her teeth, sort of rolling her eyes, already knowing he was hungover. "Aight. come on Jazmine, help me find something to pick out."
As they turned around and started heading back towards her room, Jazmine turned back around, winking at Deno again, with her finger in front of her lips sishing him.
Just in case if he was wondering if he was just having a wet dream or not, now it was confirmed, this was for real.
He watched them go into Summers room. He really didn't know what to make of this situation, or what to do. All he knew was that this couldn't get out. Seem like they both were on the same page on that one, but you never know in situations like these.
The question is why? Why would she do something like this? She said to him that she been wanted this, but for him, that was hard to believe. He's not a bad looking guy to be his age, but the age difference was just crazy. She's not even legal yet. A beautiful young girl like that interested in a guy that's in his mid 40's. That's very very rare.
His phone rung. It was one of his buddies that he was hanging with last night.
As he was on his phone, Jazmine came back out with some clothes on her arm, looking at him like she had a question for him.
"Mr. Murray, do you have some extra wash rags and a towel? I need to take a bath."
He nod his head and showed her where to get them.
"Thank you." She said to him, winking at him once more as she got what she needed and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Deno wasn't even listening to his homeboy on the phone. He had to ask him to repeat himself. He was just basically asking if they could play spades again tonight, but Deno wasn't down for it. He told him that he also had to slow down on all the drinking too. His partner laughed at him because he seen how fucked up he was last night. He tried to get Deno to stay the night but he didn't want to get bitched at by Cece.
When Deno got off of the phone, he continued to sip on his coffee. He was starting to feel a little better.
Cece stuck her head out of the room and called for him. He came to her asking what. "Come in here and lock the door."
Her getting up under the covers, he kinda figured what was going on.
"What you doing?" She asked.
"Nothing. Thinking bout going fishing a lil later on." He told her, still holding that cup of coffee.
"Ohhhhh. Well, feel like fucking?" She asked boldly.
"What? Naw, not right now." He responded without a second thought, and that teed her off.
"What the fuck? You don't wanna fuck? Who you been fucking? I know you was out fucking somebody last night." As she sat up in the bed surprised by his answer.
"Man I told you I'm tryna get ova this hangover. What? I gotta fuck everytime you wanna fuck? Fuck outta here wit that shit man!" Him knowing he couldn't do anything if he wanted to. He knew he smelled like straight up pussy from last night, and she was gonna smell it as soon as his pants hit the floor.
"Fuck it than, I'll handle myself." She said as you could see her working her fingers underneath the covers.
"Hey, I do it all the time." He responded back, walking out of their bedroom.
He went back into the living room to sit on the couch. Summer must've heard him because she damn near came running out there to sit on the couch with him. "Dad. Can I get them hundred dollars now?" Grabbing on to his arm, trying to be all cuddly.
"You know, lately, the only time you actually really say anything to me is when you need some money. I don't neva get no hi daddy, how you doing, how was your day? I don't get none of that shit no more."
She pouched up her lips like he made her feel a little bad. "I'm sorry dad, ion be thinking sometimes."
Jazmine came out of the bathroom walking through the living room fresh from her shower.
"Dad. Can Jazmine get a few dollars too?"
Deno and Jazmine both looked at each other.