I Want My Dad’s New Girlfriend

I wasn’t too thrilled about my father having a new girlfriend – until I met her. Then I wanted her for myself.

I wasn’t too happy to find out that my father was dating again. I wanted him to work things out with my mother, but I understood why he couldn’t – she was always strung out on dope and alcohol, that’s where most of his money would go when it was in her possession. She chose those things over me, my sister, and my father. But why did he have date again? Especially so soon after he left my mother. He just sprung it on us, too, my sister and I have never even met this woman, we only know what my father has told us about her. Today was the day he wanted us to meet her.

My father was in the kitchen preparing dinner when the doorbell rang.
“Cassie! Can you get the door, please?!” he yelled at me from the kitchen.
“It’s probably Debra!”
Debra. I rolled my eyes. That’s such an old lady name. I walked to the front door and opened it. Standing in the doorway was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life. She was slightly taller than me, probably about 5’7, slender yet curvy, long, beautiful strawberry blond hair, emerald green eyes, and a kiss of freckles on her nose. The woman smiled.
“Hi!” she said. “I’m Debra!” She reached her hand out to me. I couldn’t believe it. She looked like she was MY age! I’m 18. There’s no way my father was dating a woman that was MY age. My cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment.
“Hello. Come inside.” I did not shake her hand, but lead her into the foyer.
“Dad’s in the kitchen,” I said curtly, pointing to where she needed to go.
“Thanks!” She said, not seeming to notice my aggravation. If she did, she didn’t show it. I watched her walk toward the kitchen. She was wearing a black mini skirt. Damn, what an ass! Sexy legs, too. Her black stilettos showed those off nicely. She disappeared into the kitchen and I heard her kiss my father, and then indistinct talking. I flopped down on the couch and turned the TV on.

A few moments passed and Debra walked back into the living room. She asked what I was watching.
“Nothing, just flipping through the channels, really,” I responded, not looking at her. She sat down next to me on the sofa. I looked over at her. I could see why my father was attracted to her, she really was beautiful. Her lips looked soft and pouty, her bottom lip just slightly larger than her top. My eyes wandered down to her chest and I could see a slight amount of cleavage, but just enough for her to still be classy. Her blouse was form fitting and I could see the outline of her perfect breasts, about a D in size. I pulled my eyes away quickly, hoping she hadn’t noticed that I was staring. But oh, she noticed. She smiled softly at me and batted her eyelashes a couple times.
“Do you like what you see?” she whispered. I swallowed hard and looked away from her. She put her hand on my bare knee and I got chills all over my body. I looked down at her hand and then up at her. She winked at me, stood up, and disappeared back into the kitchen. I watched her walk away, my mouth slightly open. I turned back to the TV and started clicking through channels again.

“Cassie, can I watch TV?” I heard my sister, Callie, behind me.
“Sure, there’s really nothing on that interests me, anyway.”
I handed her the remote, stood up, and walked toward the kitchen. I stopped short of the door. My father and Debra were making out, his hands were on her ass, her skirt was slightly lifted and I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks. My pussy tingled slightly. I’d never seen such a perfect ass. My father moved his mouth down to her neck, not noticing that I was watching. She leaned her head back and turned toward the door. Spotting me, she smiled, licked her lips, and let out a soft moan. I could feel my pussy getting wet. She watched me as my father kissed and licked her neck, moaning a couple more times, winking at me, and then interrupting him like she had just spotted me and let him know I was standing there.
“Shit, Cassie, I’m sorry,” he said as he cleared his throat. She stepped away from him and I could see that his dick was poking through his pants. I got it. She turned me on, too, and I didn’t even get to kiss those sexy lips of hers. It wasn’t fair, how did he get such a beautiful woman, but I couldn’t even get one to notice me? I could only attract the boys, and I just wasn’t interested in them.

My father’s voice brought me back to reality. “Dinner is almost ready, why don’t you go get your sister and have her help you set the table?”
I nodded and walked back into the living room. I could hear my father and Debra giggling at the fact that they just got caught making out. I rolled my eyes.
“C’mon Callie, Dad wants us to set the table for dinner.”
Callie clicked the TV off and followed me into the dining room. She’s very cooperative for a 12 year old.

After the table was set, Debra and my father brought food in the dining room and set it in the middle of the table. We all sat down. Callie sat next to me and across from my father and Debra sat next to my father, across from me. I have a feeling she did that on purpose. We pass the food around and fill our plates. My father is speaking, but I’m not listening. I’m so engrossed in Debra, she’s all I can concentrate on. I watch her lips move as she responds to my father, but I don’t hear what she says. I take a bite of my food, but I can’t really taste it. I just fantasize about me being in my father’s place, making out with Debra, my hands on her ass, her breasts pressed against mine, her pelvis thrusted into mine. My pussy starts to leak and my nipples become hard.

I push my food around on my plate, staring down at it, trying really hard to actually hear what’s being said in the conversation. I can feel Debra staring at me so I look up at her. She smiled and asked me if I was okay.
“I’m fine, thanks, not very hungry.” Not for food anyway. I’m hungry for those lips of yours. I wanted to taste them. It’s like she could read my mind. I felt her foot on my thigh. I looked down, seeing her perfect foot, cute manicured toes, on my upper thigh. I look up at her and she’s watching my face, her smile never fading. I scoot my chair underneath the table more so that her foot could reach my legs better, and so that nobody could see. She kept conversation going with my father and Callie, but I still couldn’t concentrate on whatever it was they were talking about. I felt her foot move up my thigh even more. She was rubbing it back and forth. I tried to keep my composure, but I wanted to moan so badly. I had never been touched by another woman in a sexual way, and it set electricity up my whole body. I spread my legs a little too invite her into my warm pussy area with her slender toes. She noticed what I was doing. She took her big toe and ran it up and down my slit. I bit my lip. She watched me intently, she wanted to see if I would make a face or a noise. I kept my composure as best as I could. She ran her toe up and down my pussy a few more times and then pulled her foot away. I groaned internally. I wanted more. I could feel my panties getting wet from my pussy juices. I excused myself from the table.
“You ok, honey?” my father asked me.
“I’m fine, I just need to use the restroom.”

I closed the bathroom door quickly and turned the water on in the sink. My mind was racing, my pussy was throbbing and wet. I stuck my hand inside my panties and my hand was instantly covered in my warm goo. I sat down on the side of the bathtub and put my feet up on the wall. I closed my eyes and Debra’s face popped into my head. I moaned softly and starting fingering my clit. I pretended it was her. I reached underneath my shirt with my other hand and pinched my nipples. I imagined Debra’s mouth sucking on them as I fingered my clit harder and faster. I moaned a little louder. I wanted her so bad. I wanted her mouth to really suck my tits and I wanted her fingers to really finger my juicy pussy. She did this to me, she should be the one taking care of me. I shoved 2 of my fingers inside my pussy, rubbing my clit with my thumb at the same time, rolling my nipples between my fingers of my other hand. I finger myself fast and hard, imagining that it’s Debra. My breathing becomes heavier. I finger my juicy hole faster and faster until I cum hard all over my hand. I moan louder than I meant to as I came, but I didn’t give a fuck. I sat there on the side of the bathtub, my hand still on my soaked pussy, breathing hard.

My breathing slowed. I stood up and washed my hands in the still running sink. I left my pussy wet and gushy inside my panties and returned to the dining room. One day….one day that will really be Debra finger fucking me. I will make sure of that.

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