"Doug... again, really. I can't thank you enough for doing this," I said as I got into the passenger seat of my old college buddy's Mercedes.

A smile came across Doug's face as he started the car. "It's no problem, Pete. I know you'd do the same for me. Besides, it's not like we don't have room for you."

"Yeah, you lucky bastard," I replied. "Not only did you somehow manage to bag the most beautiful girl on campus, but you win the fucking lottery on the day of your wedding? Someone upstairs must owe you a favor."

"Haha, it just goes to show, doesn't it?"

"Show what? That you're a lucky bastard? Who actually wins the jackpot?"

"Well, you have to be in it to win it. That's your problem."

"Doug.. you have a better chance of being hit by lightning..."

My old friend chuckled to himself but didn't immediately respond. I too looked to the road ahead as we sped through the San Joaquin valley. The Sierras were approaching ahead, the site of Doug's multi-million dollar estate and our current destination.

"So, I'm hoping I'll only need to stay for a month or two, until I can find a job."

"Hey, forget about it. I know you're in a pinch and I'm happy to help in any way I can. Besides, it'll be like old times. Like the last 12 years never even happened." He shot me a quick grin before returning his eyes to the road.

"Wouldn't that be nice," I mumbled, not exactly sure what he meant but appreciating the sentiment.

"And finally," Doug continued, "you deserve a break. I always knew that woman was no good for you, but getting laid off the same day you find out she's a cheating cunt, man that's rough. You're a good programmer, you'll have companies courting you. I guarantee it!"

I couldn't help but crack a smile. Doug was always good at cheering me up, and he was right. I'd find a job in no time once I started looking. But that could wait a week or so, right now all I could think about was relaxing by the pool and catching up with my old friend.

We drove for another hour or so before ascending into the foothills. It was about another hour before we arrived at the property. I didn't want to ask, but judging from how long it took to get from the main road to the house I'd guess the property must be at least a few thousand acres. It was rugged country but beautiful, and the smell of the pines and the warmth of the sun brought me back to my childhood.

The house was really more of a small mansion. Not over the top, but definitely befitting a multi-millionaire such as Doug. Even after all these years it was strange to think of him in that way; to me he was still the boyish prankster I knew in college.

"Well, here we are. Home sweet home." Doug grabbed one of my bags and we walked up the steps to the landing. "We don't have a butler or anything like that, so don't get your hopes up."

"I'm sure I'll be fine picking up after myself," I replied. Doug gave me a pat on the shoulder as he reached for his keys.

"By the way, Eve is out of town at a seminar until Tuesday," Doug said over his shoulder as we walked inside.

I found myself standing in a large foyer that opened in several directions to various rooms. The dining room was off to the right and off to the left was a comfortable-looking living room. Directly ahead of us was a tiered staircase leading to the second story. The decor was very casual, unlike what you might expect to see in a home like this.

"We'll put you in the lower guest quarters, this way. You'll have some more privacy down here."

We proceeded through the living room to another small hallway that lead to where I would be living for the time being. The room was bigger than my first apartment and had enormous bay windows overlooking the pool and backyard area. Beyond that was a spectacular view of the surrounding meadow and further still the rugged peaks of the Sierras.

"Hot damn," I exclaimed, setting my bags down. "I could get used to this."

"Hey, mi casa es su casa." Doug put his arm around me and gave a firm, friendly grab on the shoulder. "Let's have a drink. Emily should be home in an hour or so, I'll start cooking in a little bit."

"Ever the chef, eh? You still make those little crab cakes like you used to?"

"Sure, we could have those tonight if you like."

I took one last look around the room, taking everything in before giving Doug a firm grasp on the shoulder as well.

"Sounds great."

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Doug and I chatted while he began to cook dinner. We talked about old times and swapped stories from our more recent pasts. Eventually I became aware of sounds coming from the front of the house and I figured that young Emily must be home. Doug had told me about his 9-year-old daughter and I must admit that I had been slightly titillated upon hearing her age. I've always been an admirer of preteen girls, especially in the 8-10 years old bracket. But I've also always known that it's just a fantasy, and that nothing would ever come of it. I'm a good guy and I would never want to hurt anybody.

I was not prepared for what appeared in that doorway a minute later.

"Hi Daddy!" she chirped as she ran to give her father a big hug. For the moment she appeared unaware that I was even in the room, which was fine because it gave me a precious moment to take her in.

For my money, she was about the sexiest, most beautiful child that could have ever walked the planet. She had enormous grey/blue eyes that sparkled when she smiled. She had high cheekbones and round, dimpled cheeks that were offset by a unique, slightly bulbous nose that I found absolutely adorable, both being dusted with a light coating of freckles. Her hair was long and thick, and the deepest, healthiest shade of brown you could imagine. Her skin was pale with just the right amount of color to give it a healthy glow. Her body was perfect. Athletic and meaty in the right places, with an ample layer of fat to keep everything smooth and soft. Her butt and thighs looked like she was well accustomed to biking or maybe hiking. I had to play it cool, but I was definitely taking mental pictures for later.

"Hi honey," Doug said as he accepted his daughter's embrace. She stood on his feet, face buried in his chest, as she gave him a big, long hug. I was a bit surprised to see this kind of affection; normally I thought girls this age were kind of aloof. I must admit it was a bit of a turn on.

After a moment, she turned her head and looked me square in the eye before unleashing a brilliant smile. I felt like I should look away but I couldn't. I found myself unable to move, and I feared I would be unable to speak as well. Luckily Doug filled the silence, saving me from myself.

"Em, I want you meet Peter...er, Pete. He's one of my oldest friends, and he knew mommy and I before we were even married."

Her gaze never left mine as she stepped from the platforms of her father's feet and turned to greet me.

"Nice to meet you," she said as she offered her hand to shake.

"Nice to meet you, too," was all I could think to say as I took her little hand in mine. It felt so small yet she had a surprisingly firm grip. Her fingers were strong, slender, and surprisingly cool to the touch. Her fingernails were kept short and unpainted.

I was so nervous about coming off as a creep that I cut the handshake a bit short and forced myself to break her gaze. I looked back to Doug, who was looking right at me with his signature friendly smile.

"Em goes to school down in town, we hire a driver to take her to and from. He's the only help we hire."

It took me a moment to gather my thoughts. "That makes sense, it's kind of a ways to and from."

"Sometimes daddy drives me to school on special occasions," Emily added, her throaty little voice enticing me to look at her. Again she looked me in the eyes, running her hand through her long, thick hair. I had to remember to breathe.

"That I do," Doug replied, breaking what felt like the longest silence I had known. He shot me another smile as he finished his scotch. "Well, dinner's gonna be ready in half an hour or so, Em, you wanna show Pete around the house and yard?"

"Sure!" Emily replied enthusiastically.

"I....." I stammered. "You mind if I actually just take a shower before dinner?" Emily looked slightly disappointed.

"Of course," Doug said. "Em, you can give him the tour after dinner."

"Okay," she replied with a smile. "Enjoy your shower, Mr. Pete!"

I gave her a casual smile. "Just Pete is fine. I'll see you both in a bit."

I made a bee-line for my room and quickly undressed before heading to the attached bathroom. I found a tub of Vaseline under the sink and went to work greasing up my cock for a quick rub out before getting into the shower.

Emily was a goddess, and I was fucked. Regular masturbation, I decided, was the only way I was going to pull this off.

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After dinner we retired to the TV room to watch a movie. It was Emily's pick and she pulled a copy of Kung Fu Panda from the DVD collection. Doug came into the room with a tray of drinks, scotch on the rocks for us and a cream soda for her. Emily fetched several blankets and and pillows from the linen closet before getting cozy on the carpet in front of the TV. Doug and I sat at opposite ends of the couch behind her.

Emily had changed clothes after dinner and was now wearing a light blue tank top and some little red running shorts. As we watched the movie I couldn't help but allow my eyes to occasionally drift down to where she lay on the floor in front of me. The lights were low and I was reasonably sure that I could sneak an occasional long peek without getting caught.

When the movie started she was covered almost entirely by a combination of blankets, but as time passed and she got warm she would occasionally kick a leg out to cool off a bit. This was my opportunity to gaze upon her perfect skin and the wonderful curves of her shapely legs. I also got my first glimpse of her sexy little feet and immediately dreamt of running my tongue between her perfect little toes.

At one point she rolled over such that I was awarded with a full view of her thick little butt poking out from beneath the covers. The shiny material of her shorts glimmered under the light of the TV, making it almost impossible to look away. All I could think about at that moment was getting down on the floor and burying my nose into her healthy little ass crack. Of course, all this led to me procuring an aching hard on, conveniently disguised by the lap blanket I was using. I needed to try to actually watch the movie I quickly decided.

A couple of minutes passed and my erection subsided. After another minute or so Emily paused the movie to go use the bathroom. Doug and I sat there in silence.

"So, what do you think of her?"

My heart was in my throat.

"She's a great girl, Doug. You and Eve are very lucky," was all I could come up with.

"Yeah, she keeps us young," he replied, taking a long sip of his drink, mostly water by now. "Listen..."

"I'm back!" Emily exclaimed, trotting into the room, hair swirling behind her. "Can I sit with you guys?"

"Of course," Doug replied. I moved to sit up a bit, as if to make a bit more room between Doug and I. I thought I might get lucky and end up with a bit of her body touching mine. Maybe even a little skin on skin. I was hoping for a taste but was given a full serving, as Emily skipped over to the sofa and in one graceful motion slid herself into my lap.

I froze, but quickly thought to try to relax as not to raise suspicions. I looked over to Doug, unsure of what to make of his daughter's bold move. Doug was already looking me square in the eye, and offered a tipsy smile.

"She likes you," Doug said. Emily giggled. I tried to play it off.

"Well, I like her too," giving the charming girl a quick, friendly hug. My mind was racing. What the hell had I gotten myself into? There was no way I was going to be able to keep my cock soft. I tried to think about something else... baseball, taxes, writing code... anything!

But it was too much. It was the feeling of her gentle weight pressing down into my lap, belly, and chest. It was the heat radiating from her perfect skin, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. It was the smell of her hair, a combination of her fruity shampoo and the natural, animal smell of her scalp. It was the way the light from the TV made her skin glow, accentuating the lines of her cheeks, her lips, her neck, her collarbone. It was the way she breathed, the way it sounded and the way it felt as her weight shifted periodically above me. I simply had no say in the matter, and I knew I was in deep, deep shit.

I felt my cock begin to pump full of blood. Within 4 or 5 heartbeats I was at about half strength and I felt myself beginning to jab into the soft crease between her thighs. Of course Emily felt it, and she turned around to look me in the eye. I stared back at her, frozen in fear, feeling the weight of Doug's stare from my right side. What was I going to do? I'm going to be kicked out of my place to live, lose one of my oldest friends, and be exposed for the closet pedophile that I am! I never wanted to get into a situation like this! I was happy just reading fictional stories and allowing my imagination to run wild!

My mind was racing and I felt like I might go into a full blown panic when Emily's throaty little voice broke the silence.

"You see Daddy, I told you he liked me!"

To be continued...