Kate was no stranger to our house either. Lori regularly had her over for sleepovers, dinner, or just to hang out. She often asked me to give Kate a ride home when I picked her up from her horse riding classes. I was always happy to oblige. Her parents had been very generous to Lori and I liked Kate herself. She was friendly, pleasant, and more importantly, my daughter's best friend. I had never thought of her in any other way... until the barbecue.
The summer barbecue was something of a family tradition at our house and both Kate and her mother were attending this year. The party was an unqualified success. I did my usual mortal combat with the grill, while Lori and Kate gossiped about their friends' intrigues and Kate's mother and my wife chatted over a bottle of wine late into the evening.
“Oh my,” said Kate's mother, getting to her feet a little unsteadily, “I didn't realize it had gotten so late. We really should be going home.”
“Do you think that's wise?” my wife asked. “We've both had a lot of wine. Maybe you should have your husband drive you home.”
Kate's mother took out her cell phone, but then stopped.
“Oh! I forgot,” she exclaimed, “He's away on business for the weekend.”
“Then you can stay with us for the night,” my wife replied reassuringly. “We had the attic converted into a guest room last fall.”
“Well, I wouldn't want to impose...” Kate's mother said a little uncertainly.
“It's no imposition at all. We would love to have you as our guest, wouldn't we?” my wife answered, turning to me.
“Of course, our house is your house,” I said with a smile.
“I suppose it would be the sensible thing to do...” Kate's mother agreed.
“Good, then it's settled,” my wife said, taking Kate's mother by the arm and leading her toward the stairs. “I'll let the girls know that we're having a sleepover tonight.”
I watched them disappear up the stairs and then set to work cleaning up the garden and the kitchen. It was nearly an hour later when I crawled into bed. The house was quiet and my wife was already sound asleep. I laid down beside her and before I knew it, I was dreaming.
Halfway through the night, I awoke abruptly with the undeniable urge to use the toilet. The house was still and dark as I carefully made my way down the hall to the bathroom. My hand had already slipped inside the front of my boxers as I opened the door and stepped inside. I switched on the light and with a start, came face to face with Kate, who was sitting on the toilet, smiling at me.
“Can I help you with that?” she said, looking at the hand inside my boxers.
I didn't answer. I just stood there like a deer in the headlights.
Kate, my daughter's best friend, was half naked in front of me. Her gray flannel t-shirt was pulled halfway up her thighs and her panties hung from her ankles.
“I'm ready,” she said with a grin as she started to stand up.
“W-wait a minute!” I stammered and turned around.
It was then that I realized I was facing a mirror. In it's reflection, I saw Kate stand up and turning around, leaned forward to pull her panties up. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Kate's bare buttocks thrust into the air, her wet pussy visible between her legs. Slowly, teasingly, she slid her panties up her legs and over her flawless bubble butt.
“All done,” she purred, turning around.
I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. I just stood facing the wall.
Kate slapped my on the butt as she walked past, making me start.
The door closed behind her and I stood there blinking at my own reflection in the mirror. After a minute or two, I remembered why I had come to the bathroom in the first place, and dropping my boxers, sat down on the toilet.
Suddenly, the door swung open and Kate stepped back into the bathroom.
“Silly me,” she said, “ I forgot to wash my hands.”
I muttered something unintelligible. Kate smiled and turned on the faucet. I looked away, watching her out of the corner of my eye as she meticulously washed and dried her hands. When she finally finished, she stood in front of the mirror examining her reflection. She arched her back as she ran her fingers through her long blond hair. I could clearly see her swollen breasts straining against her shirt, her nipples stiff and erect beneath the flimsy fabric. My balls felt like they were on fire and I could feel my cock stiffening in my hand. I looked away, trying desperately to think of something, anything else.
“Sweet dreams,” Kate said with a wink as she disappeared though the door.
I didn't answer. My heart was pounding and I was breathing hard. I stared blankly at the wall and waited for my dick to go back down.
I stumbled back to the bedroom and collapsed into bed. I closed my eyes, but I could still see Kate's body, barely concealed beneath the thin fabric of her t-shirt, hovering in front of me. This was crazy! Kate is my daughter's best friend! Hell, she was young enough to be my daughter! With an effort, I banished the thoughts and sunk back into sleep.
After breakfast the next morning, Kate's mother drove home thanking us for our hospitality. My wife suggested that Kate could stay with us and that I would drive her home in time for dinner. I agreed less than enthusiastically. I did my best to avoid Kate, but Kate didn't seem interested in
