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Her Best Friend's Dad

It started with a look. He looked at me from across the pool and not in the way the father of your best friend is supposed to look at you. His eyes filled with lust as he examined the curves barely concealed by my bikini. My first instinct was to cover myself with my arms, but I didn’t. I sat there on the edge of the pool, pretending I didn’t see him look at me as my body heated to boiling with desire filling me. I still wasn’t used to men looking at me like that. I hadn’t seen Kayla’s dad in at least a year. Her parents divorced and he moved out to an apartment. I’ll admit to a little schoolgirl crush, but this felt different now. He had always been attractive, but now he looked even better. His stomach flatter, the muscles in his arms more defined and his hair styled. What stood out most was his confidence. He didn’t hesitate anymore. He stood up straight and gave orders. And I wanted him. I didn’t know how Kayla would react, but I knew it wouldn’t be good. However, I couldn’t help myself. I wondered what he would be like in bed. Anything had to be better than my current boyfriend. So good looking, but so bad in bed. He didn’t care at all about how it felt for me in bed. He just wanted to get off. He lasted a minute or two tops. More than once he came as after one thrust. The only time he lasted longer was when he had been drinking. Then it was just sloppy, boring sex and I just laid there until he was done. I wanted a man. Yet after that long look, there were no more. The ...

... single mom that lived next door started helping him at the grill and got his full attention. I’ll admit that most guys would consider her a MILF and I was jealous. I tried to focus on the guys my age at the party, but even though I probably could’ve had my choice of them, x-rated thoughts of Kayla’s dad stayed in the back of my head. When people started drifting home, I stayed around to help Kayla clean up. I’m a good friend like that, but also because my boyfriend wasn’t answering his phone. I called a third time and left a voice mail. “Hey. Where are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago. Call me back.” As I hit the end call button on the phone, I saw him. Not my boyfriend, but Mr. Reed. “I couldn’t but help overhearing, but do you need a ride home?” I wanted to say yes. I wanted to say yes and that he could take me wherever he wanted. However, Kayla was in the next room and well, the complete truth is that I didn’t have the courage to say something like that. “I don’t think so. My ride should be here soon.” “Are you sure? I’m leaving now.” I thought about it. I thought about the way he looked at me earlier when I was wearing just a bikini and how my boyfriend treated me. I knew that while fantasies were running wild in my head nothing would or could happen. “If it’s not too far out of your way.” “It’s no problem.” I got my stuff and said my good-byes to Kayla. For everyone else, me leaving with him just seemed like a normal thing. I felt guilty like crossing a line ...