“Friends?” Patti asked pleasantly, though the look she turned on him made him feel like the biggest dick who ever existed.

 “Right, friends,” he said regretfully. Standing, he cast a friendly smile around the table, but the only one he was really interested in seeing it was the woman who refused to look up at him. “Have a good evening, ladies.” With nothing left to say that wouldn’t make him look worse than he already did, he moved through the crush of dancers to find his dates.

“Oh, right there, daddy,” the blonde moaned, tugging on his hair. “That feels so good.”

 Call him crazy, but there was just something about being called someone’s father that turned him off, especially considering the things he was doing to her. Jon plunged ahead anyway, pounding into her as he tried to shrug off his sudden disinterest. It wasn’t working.

 “Come over here,” he grunted, motioning the brunette over to the bed. She climbed on, crawling seductively on her knees until she sat poised in front of him. She looked up at him with heavy, lust-filled eyes awaiting his next command. “Give me your mouth.”

 She did, leaning into him and running her fingers down his chest. He sucked on her tongue, focusing on the low, throaty moans of both of the women. He stopped pumping his hips as he plunged two fingers into the brunette’s wet pussy, focusing all of his attention on her. She gasped into his mouth, throwing herself deeper into the kiss. Beneath him, the blonde began rocking her hips, dragging her tight sheath up and down his hard shaft.

 This wasn’t working. He was trying to concentrate on what he was doing to the women in his bed, but every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was the disappointment on Patti’s face. It ate at him, making him desperate. He didn’t want to feel this way, like it mattered what someone else thought.

 No, not just someone.

 Her.

 He felt his cock begin to soften and he jerked his hips back, unsheathing himself to the blonde’s great displeasure.

 “Where are you going?” she whined, staring up at him with her legs still spread wide for his viewing pleasure. “Get back here.”

 Brunette slapped her questing hand away. “You’ve already had your turn, Mandy.” She grabbed his cock, now only half-erect, and frowned. “What’s the matter, baby? Mandy’s pussy not tight enough for you?” She smiled wickedly, giving him a couple good tugs that he had to admit felt pretty damn good. Maybe there was some hope for him yet.

 With renewed hope, Jon combed her hair back from her face and knotted it up in his fist, yanking her head back to let her know that he was still the one in charge here. “Why don’t you get down there and give it a little kiss?” he suggested, and nipped her bottom lip.

 Dropping down on all fours, Jon guided her with his hand still twisted in the hair at the base of her neck, and growled as he watched her swallow him down. The kind of things women were able to do with just their mouths never ceased to amaze him. It was almost better than being balls deep in their tight little bodies, but not quite. Nothing compared to that sweet heaven.

 Only this time, to Jon’s absolute frustration, it wasn’t working. The more she licked and sucked his cock, the more the bastard seemed to retreat. He gave her a few more minutes just to see if anything would happen, growing tense with aggravation when it didn’t. “Enough,” he growled, giving her hair a sharp tug.

 Ripping off the condom, he jumped off the bed and tossed it into the trash. He felt the scowl on his face and didn’t try to hide it.

 “You’re done?” the brunette asked him incredulously. “But we didn’t even get to fuck.” Again with the disappointment. He couldn’t stand it!

 Jon took a moment to breathe and reign in his temper, clasping his hands on the back of his head and staring up at the ceiling. What was the matter with him? This had never happened before. Maybe his mother was right. Maybe screwing your way through half the female population would make his dick shrivel up and fall off. Glancing down at the member in question, he was relieved to see that it was still very much present and intact.

 “Are you coming back to bed?” one of the women asked.

 Digging his fingers into his hair, Jon gave it a sharp pull then dropped his hands to his sides. “Not yet,” he told them as he crossed the room and sat his naked ass in a chair positioned in the corner. “How about you two play for a bit while I watch.”

 Their eyes lit up with excitement at his suggestion, and he watched them with alarming disinterest as the blonde opened her legs and her friend leaned in to bury her face in her slick, pink folds.

 Didn’t do a thing for him.

 Normally, in a situation like this, Jon would be right in the middle of it all, fucking pussy while watching pussy getting eaten, or eating it himself. This whole damn thing just didn’t sit right with him.

 As he hit the back of his head against the wall with a thud, Jon closed his eyes and was immediately presented with Patti’s soft, round face. Wet sounds and constant moaning filled his ears, and Jon used the sensory stimulation to fuel his fantasy. He thought of Patti’s curvy body, her full breasts, and her smiling face, and then stripped her of all her clothes, placing her beneath him.

 He tried to picture what she would feel like, how she would smell and taste, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to line up the details in his head. It was like trying to watch a movie with half the scenes deleted. He didn’t know anything about her, and he supposed that was part of the problem.

 Still, he did his best, allowing the vague images to grow and adapt to his surroundings. He used the sounds of heavy breathing and the groans of an impending orgasm to stir him back to life, and when his cock began to throb, bobbing heavily between his thighs, he wrapped his fingers around it and tightened them into a fist.

 “Ah, shit,” he breathed, pumping his hand up and down. On the bed, one of the women started growing louder, telling the other one to fuck her harder. He used her words to fuel his fire, and pumped his fist harder. Patti’s pale blue eyes stared back at him behind his closed lids, and when he heard the unmistakable shriek of a woman succumbing to pleasure, he tumbled over the edge with her, shooting hot streams of come all over the back of his hand and on his stomach.

 He laid there for a while—a lump of useless flesh sprawled out in a chair that wasn’t made for sprawling, and knew he was in trouble.

Patti glanced at the clock on the back of her stove and cursed low under her breath. She was running late! After snatching her purse and phone from the coffee table, she spent several more minutes combing the couch cushions and crawling around on the floor in search of her car keys. After finally finding them next to the toaster on the kitchen counter, she raced out the door with little time to spare.

 Thankfully, it was Sunday and a lot of people, like her mother, were either still in bed or sitting in a church pew. On this day in particular, she knew exactly where her mother would be.

 “Good morning, Momma,” she said solemnly, pressing the phone to her ear as she drove down the open highway.

 Her mother sounded tired and withdrawn, which worried her a little. “Good morning, sweetie.”

 “How are you?” Patti asked, concerned.

 “Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m fine. I’m more worried about you. Are you still insisting on going up there?”

 Patti’s jaw clenched. Every year her mother asked her the same question, and every year her answer remained the same. “There’s nowhere else I’d be,” she responded. She guessed they had both fallen into somewhat of a pattern over the years, and to be perfectly honest, it was somewhat comforting. Patterns were good. They were predictable. She didn’t have to guess what was coming next, which was exactly what appealed to her most.