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Knocked Up By My Dad's Best Friend
(Candi Kush)

Richard is coming into the house now, and I think he is going to the bathroom. He will probably use the bathroom downstairs, so I think quickly. I'm not sure what I think will happen, or even what I want to happen. I just know that I need to see him again without my father or uncle present, just to see if he will still be as flirtation with me. I am not sure if I should put my clothes on, or if I should just wrap the towel around myself. I wish my hair was a little wetter, knowing that this would make me look just that much sexier. 

I really want to flirt with Richard now, out of sheer curiosity, nothing more. But I know the risks. Because of the way I look, my legs, by breasts, my natural flirtiness, the way I bite my lip when I'm nervous; all these things make for the illusion that I am anything but what I am. I' still a virgin, and I have no intention of changing that any time soon, no matter how tempting the offer. But because of this illusion, I always run the risk of trouble, men wanting more for me than I'm willing to give. 

I'm able to handle myself, though, a history of martial arts and self-defense. This was really just another way for me to stick it to my parents. They always though that martial arts were brutal, not feminine enough. And so I did it, just for laughs. But then I liked it, and got pretty good at it. So I've got the ability to kick some serious ass, if I need to. I've never needed to up until now, though. 

I walk down the stairs, naked accept for my towel. My hair is in a loose bun high on my head, help up by a rubber band. Getting to the hallway that houses the only bathroom that Richard could have used, I hear him flush. I hear him wash his hands, and then open the door. As he walks out of the bathroom, I undo the towel and redo it, fastening it just a little bit higher on my breasts. I know that he has caught just enough of a glimpse of my nakedness to keep his attention on parts of me he really shouldn't be looking at.