When a date goes wrong, always have a backup plan! (My friend’s daughter turned 18, Part 4!) [M/F]

(This is the 4th part of the “My friend’s daughter turned 18” series. I hope you enjoy it. Click [here for Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sk6ovf/my_friends_daughter_turned_18_mf/), [here for Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/slgd1i/my_friends_daughter_turned_18_part_2_mf_threesome/) and [here for Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/snca25/my_friends_daughter_turned_18_part_3_mf_his/) if you missed them.)

Part 4:

“Hi Jason, you clean up nicely!” Cassandra exclaimed, sporting a gleeful grin on her beautiful face. She was dressed to impress, and her curves soaked up every inch of her navy blue off the shoulder dress.

“You look stunning, Cassandra!” I replied, in awe of her perfect figure.

“Cassie,” she corrected me, her smiling lighting up the dimly lit restaurant. In hindsight, I was glad she had canceled on me last night, as we had developed so much flirty texting during the week that I wanted to spend more time with her. It was also refreshing to be on a date with a girl my age, as sexy as Jennifer and Alyssa were. Cassie and I hit it off immediately, unable to take our eyes off of each other the entire night. Our conversation was fluid and organic throughout dinner and we walked through the local park afterwards, where the topic shifted considerably.

“Want to know a little secret?” She let go of my hand and turned to me, holding her hands together in front of her, as if she became shy.

“Tonight’s Powerball numbers?” I joked.

“No silly, unless you have them?” I nodded. “Right here in this spot many years ago is where I had my first kiss.” She seemed to blush, barely visible under the faint light of the stars above us. I took a step towards Cassie and reached around the back of her waist.

“Time to update your resume,” I whispered and she instantly leaned in and met my lips at once. I felt peaceful kissing her, and it was a mix of intimacy and pure lust. The sexual tension had been building all evening and neither of us were fighting it. We alternated lips and I soon introduced a bit of tongue. A cool spring breeze caused Cassie to shiver. “You’re welcome to join me at my condo if you’re up for it.”

“Sure, I’d love that.” She responded. As we walked towards my car, I heard my phone vibrating. As soon as Cassie sat in the passenger seat, I checked my phone.

“See you soon, Mr. Smith ;)” It was Alyssa. “Is 10 still good?” Shit, Thursday, I knew I forgot something. “lmk!” She had been texting me in ten minute intervals. Ever since Jennifer told Alyssa that she fucked me again, Alyssa wanted to even the score and prove that she was my “favorite slut.”

“I’m sorry, got tied up tonight. Let’s do this weekend! I owe you!” I texted Alyssa.

I drove us back towards my condo and on the way, we got stuck in traffic, which prompted me to remark, “Don’t you wish you could be Jim Carrey and move everyone out of your way?” We laughed the entire drive back. She playfully reached over and tapped my leg mid-laugh at one point. I ended up placing a hand on her knee and inched it up her leg, rubbing it gently. Her silky smooth skin felt seducing to the touch and I wanted to feel more of it.

Cassie used the restroom while I prepared for us too watch Bruce Almighty with glasses of wine, I checked my phone again. “Damn, I’ve been wet thinking about you all day :(,” Alyssa texted. Ugh, I had been thinking about her all week. I craved her 18-year old body soaking my dick. I could practically hear her moaning as I re-read her text.

“I’ve been thinking about you too. I want you,” I replied.

I heard my phone buzz multiple times while Cassie and I watched Jim Carrey destroy Buffalo, New York and Morgan Freeman lecture him. We kissed throughout the movie but towards the end, it became more heated, with our hands running through each other’s hair and our bodies inching closer to each other. Our tongues became tangled in a passionate exchange of saliva and our teeth certainly became familiar with each other’s lips. Cassie was a beautifully sexy woman and I desperately wanted to enjoy her.

We kissed and stumbled our way to my bedroom, and she pulled off my shirt and pants along the way. I pulled her dress to the floor, revealing one of the most perfectly curvy and toned bodies I had ever laid eyes on, with just a lacy black bra and cute black panties obstructing my view. I delicately ran my hands up and down her skin as my bulge became apparent through my boxers. I reached behind her, teasing her and playing with the hook of her bra when her phone rang. She shook her head, intending to ignore it and our lips resumed their embrace.

Then her phone rang again. I told her she could answer it but she “shhhh”ed me and held my body again. On the third ring, she groaned and raced over to answer her phone. “Hey Renee, what’s going on?” I tried to ignore her conversation but enjoyed the view of her partially bent over ass on the phone leaning over her purse outside the bedroom. “What the fuck, seriously?” Another pause ensued. “Fuck. Yeah I’ll be there ASAP. Bye.” She hung up and turned to me. “A fucking pipe burst in my house and my roommate, who’s my tenant too, is in knee deep water in our basement.” She sighed and placed her hands on my chest. “I’m so, so sorry, Jason. Tonight was amazing and I want to do this again!”

“Tomorrow,” I said. “I understand, go take care of your house.” We kissed for a minute or two and she dressed. I drove her back to her car and wished her luck. I asked her if she needed help but she refused profusely.

The moment her door closed, I pulled out my phone to find a picture from Alyssa between her legs with a finger on her clit. “My house, 10 minutes. Be there,” I texted.

“Right on time,” I said, welcoming the gorgeous 18-year old brunette. Alyssa gave me a malicious grin as she strutted past me, shaking her round ass with each step.

“I finally get to be all yours tonight, Mr. Smith,” she said, turning to me and biting her lip. She threw her arms around my and aggressively kissed me. “I’m gonna be your favorite slut tonight.” I picked her up and carried her to my bed, where she quickly pulled off her shirt and yoga pants. She flaunted her bright pink bra and panties for a moment as I stripped quickly. As soon as I pulled down my boxers, she stared at it growing and ripped off her bra and slid off her panties.

I playfully pushed her on her back and climbed over her, running my hands down her body and legs before settling between her legs. My fingers traced around her inner thighs, eventually rubbing her slit. Her body shivered as I touched her I watched her play with her perky tits. I wasted no time reaching my tongue around her and tracing it up and down. I latched my hands onto her hips and my tongue twitched vertically, causing her to drip wet within seconds. My hands wandered up and replaced hers on her tits as my tongue kept up its pace.

I sat up moments later and shoved my dick in her face. She took her cue and wrapped her hands around it, stroking it up to my balls, down my shaft and to my tip. My body was at her disposal now and I shook with every stroke. I pushed further towards her mouth and she welcomed me in without hesitation. “That’s my good slut,” I whispered. My dick explored her mouth and I began to thrust in her mouth slowly as she sucked me, slurping me down my shaft. Her fingers grazed my balls and I flinched in her control. My hands leaned on her shoulders and I pushed my dick in her throat while she sucked me harder and I grunted a moan to her amusement.

After Alyssa had properly excited my dick, I threw on a condom and squeezed myself into her. She moaned as loud as I had remembered and I shifted my hips for the optimal pleasure, rocking myself up and down inside her cramped pussy. I held her thin body in my hands and shoved myself deeper between her walls. I could feel her becoming soaked more and more by the second with each motion and I kept pushing, saying “you feel so fucking good. What a good slut I have.”

“Is that all you got?” Was Alyssa trash talking me? “I think you can do better, Mr. Smith.” Oh no, this was game on. I slowed down and pulled out so my tip was pressed against her lips. I teased her for a moment before plowing myself into her. I repeated this, pulling out and slamming into her. She shrieked, scratching my arms and tensing her entire body to my movement. I kept this going, shoving into her as hard as I could. Then I began picking up the pace. I cupped her neck in my hand and held her in place. My balls clapped against her body as my dick dove deep into her.

“You’re such a good, good slut.” I leaned over her and kissed her, yanking her hair and peeking down at my dick fucking her. I always found it sexy to look down at myself ramming into her in the moment, especially while she’s moaning uncontrollably with each movement. My body was dominating over her and I was at full speed, sweating as I thrusted into her tight space. My legs pushed hers apart and I slid my lower body to feel a different angle, still crashing into her at full speed. I felt myself starting to lose control and I felt the wetness consume my dick. I continued at the fastest speed I could manage, both of us moaning. “I’m gonna cum, fuck!” I yelled as I erupted a massive load. I maintained my pace as long as I could before I ran out of gas and collapsed next to Alyssa.

We both stared at each other catching our breath. Our hearts were racing after a wild round. I took my sexual frustration out on Alyssa and she loved it. She was making her case for being my new favorite slut.

Alyssa crept towards the bathroom and said, “Hey, who’s is this?” I sat up and she pointed at a purse laying outside my bedroom. Fuck! It was Cassie’s purse. I scrambled to my phone and noticed three missed calls from her and a text, which read “My purse is at your place. On my way!” Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“I had a date and I guess she left it here,” I admitted.

“I hope you were thinking about me while you were with her,” Alyssa shouted from the bathroom.

“That’s why you’re here!” I laughed. Doorbell. Fuck. “One second.” I threw on boxers and a t-shirt and ran the purse to the door.

“Thank you so much, Jason, I’m so sorry!” Cassie kissed me.

“No problem, how’s the house?” I asked.

“It’s a mess. I’m so upset.” Cassie seemed dejected.

“I’m sorry.” She leaned her head on my shoulder. I checked my arms and noticed Alyssa’s scratch marks. “Listen, we’ll see each other tomorrow and everything will be okay.” We kissed goodnight and I locked the door.

“Who was that?” Alyssa asked, emerging from the bathroom, still looking incredible naked.

“The owner of the purse,” I replied.

“You should have invited her in. I feel so slutty right now,” she said, squeezing her tits together.

“Good, get back to the bedroom. I’m not done with you.”

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