Just until he can get a hotel room

"Okay, he can stay." I told her. As if I could ever say no to the most beautiful girl in the world. "Just until he calls the bank and gets access to his money again. Then he can get a hotel room and we can finally have our, special night together."

"You're the best boyfriend ever!" Sarah cooed. Pulling me in for a kiss with a bit more passion that I was expecting. "But we don't have to wait until he's gone..."

Sarah's finger circled around my chest. She was biting her lips, staring at me with flushed cheeks. I don't know what did it, but something had really put her in the mood...

"It wouldn't feel right. Doing... that... kind of thing with your dad in the next room. Who knows how thin the walls are."

"Ohhh.... yeah I guess..." Sarah's hands dropped off me. Her cheeky grin fading back to her neutral expression.

So she was just as excited for tonight as I was. I wanted so badly to have our special night. To ask the most perfect girl in the world to marry me and then to join together as one. It was everything I wanted, but I wasn't going to settle for anything less! I wanted to be alone together when I asked her, and having our first time with her father in the next room over would ruin it for me.

But maybe...

"That doesn't mean we can't have any fun..." I told her.

"Oh?? Have something in mind do you?" Sarah purred. I didn't, but a knowing smile was enough to make her think I did. "Mmhmmm well I'll make sure to thank you for letting daddy stay!"

Sarah giggled and turned to go back into the apartment. I watched her go and for the first time, really appreciated just how sexy she was. Obviously I knew she was beautiful, but now I was seeing her in a whole new light.

The last two years we'd been together were the busiest of our lives. We'd only managed to find a handful of times to do anything dirty together, and never even once in person. Just video calls with bad lighting and grainy footage.

Talking about it in person, feeling her hands on my body, touching me like I'd never been touched before...

It turned me on and made my stomach turn in equal parts. If her dad wasn't here right now, I would have torn her clothes off and carried her into bed.

But, at the same time, I was scared. What if I couldn't satisfy her? What if I was a disappointment? There had been two years building to this moment and only now was I really feeling the pressure to make it unforgettable.

"Of course you can stay daddy!" Sarah exclaimed as we walked back into our apartment.

"You can make yourself at home-"

Stepping back into the apartment, I realised that Nolan didn't need to be told to feel at home. He'd already stripped out of his shirt and jeans, sitting on the recliner chair with his legs spread open. His boxers providing next to no modesty as the outline of his cock bulged against them.

And god damn was he huge.

I didn't think I was small by any measure, slightly above average even. But next to Sarah's dad it was like comparing a hand drill to those machines that bore through mountains.

"I knew you wouldn't let me down! And call me dad for god's sake!" Nolan let out a hearty laugh. Leaning back in the chair as Sarah approached him, opening his legs wider.

"Don't be mean to him daddy!" Sarah giggled as she turned around. Slowly bending over and sitting on her father's lap. "He's just a bit of a joker Liam, don't take it seriously."

"Haha yeah I won't." I nervously laughed as I watched Sarah wiggle her butt on her father's crotch, trying to get comfortable.

She must have been able to feel him... her pants were tight enough, his cock huge enough. It felt uncomfortable to watch, but to them there was no problem.

Maybe I was the weird one for thinking it was weird in the first place. Girls sat in their dads laps all the time, that was normal. Our little talk earlier had my head in a weird space. I was still turned on and seeing things that weren't there.

Sarah was too it seemed. Turned on, that was. Pressed against the tight fabric of her shirt was her hardening nipples. Poking out and drawing my eyes right to them.

"You've been treating my sweet little angel well Liam?" Nolan asked me. Placing his hands on Sarah's soft thighs.

"Y-yes sir!" I responded. Shaking off my weird thoughts and sitting down. "I know how special she is, and I make sure she knows it as well."

"Awww stop it boys!" Sarah blushed and turned away, but she was loving all the attention.

"You're a lucky man Liam, she's one of a kind." Nolan said with sincerity, before a sly grin grew on his face. "I mean... who else has tits like these!"

Nolan grabbed her chest and started shaking it. His hands squishing them and rubbing right where her hard nipples were. Sarah laughed it off, as if he was just tickling her. All the while squirming around on her father's lap.

"Stop stop stop!" Sarah laughed. "They aren't that great."

"Now that's not true at all! Right Liam?"

"I... uhh...." This was weird. Really weird. Of course she had amazing boobs, but telling her that while her father jiggled them just felt wrong.

"Come on man. We're all adults here, you said you would do your job as a man and tell her how beautiful she is. So go on!"

My job as a man... right... I guess I did say I would tell her how special she was...

"They're amazing." I said. Trying to sound convincing. Not that it was a lie, this just felt awkward.

"Haha well you tried at least." Nolan let go of Sarah's chest and stretched his arms up. "Say, baby girl, would you mind washing my clothes. The old lady didn't even give me time to pack a bag so they're all I've got right now."

"Of course daddy!" Sarah dragged herself off of her father's lap, bending over in front of him as she picked his clothes up.

She was basically wiggling her ass in front of her father, but his eyes were locked onto me. Which, of course they would be. Of course he wouldn't stare at his daughter's ass. What was wrong with me?

It was clear he wanted to talk with me, but I wasn't sure I wanted to be alone with him. I needed to find some excuse to avoid the awkward one-on-one…