The Perfect American Couple
Sunday, June 25th, 2006It’s so strange looking back on it, to think of how I got into all of this. My best friend’s daughter for pete’s sake. I don’t even know if I regret it, that’s the scary part. Whatever, the fact is now I live for this girl, and she’s only 18. And I’m 22 years older than her. When we first got together I really felt that if her father - my best friend - ever found out, well, I didn’t know what would happen.
It all started about just over a year ago. I was at Naomi’s 17th birthday party. I’d been to them all. Hell, I was there when she was born - driving over to New Jersey when I got the call from my best friend Mark that his wife was going to deliver their child. I can even remember her birth weight was 6 lbs 9 oz.
Naomi weighed more like 115 on this day though, and it being the middle of summer, there weren’t a lot of clothes covering her blossoming body. You try not to pay a whole lot of attention to these things when it’s your best friend’s daughter, but Naomi had developed beautiful full breasts and a sweet round ass. All of this with what looked like no more than a 22″ waist on her 5′ 6″ frame. She was stunning to behold, with her long brown hair, almond-shaped green eyes, and heart-shaped face. Jesus, maybe I was in love with her all along.
If I was, I wasn’t alone. Whenever I visited Mark and his family, I never failed to notice that Naomi had developed quite a fan club among her male peers, and the phone seemed to ring for her constantly. Naomi had settled on one guy though, a guy named Matt who must’ve been about 19. I noticed Mark never seemed too protective of Naomi, and she and Matt had free reign to come and go as they pleased.