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Her Best Friend's Dad

... that shouldn’t be crossed. In addition to his upgraded looks, he had also upgraded his car. Gone was the Accord. In the driveway sat a brand new silver Mercedes Benz sedan. I heard from Kayla that he was still paying for their house and alimony, however, it didn’t look like it was affecting him to negatively. He opened the door for me, something my so-called boyfriend never did.I sat down in the plush black leather seats and I’m not going to lie, in my jean shorts and tank top, I felt like a hooker in the car. When he started it, all sorts of lights came on in the interior. A navigation screen even came out of the dashboard. I felt like I was in the future. I felt completely out of place. He saw my look and he grinned to himself. “Do you still live off of “Taylor?” I nodded my head yes. The last time he drove me home seemed like a lifetime ago. He backed out of the driveway slowly but hit the accelerator hard as he drove away. It sent me back into the seat. “It was hard to miss all of the guys checking you out today.” He said as he pulled out of the neighborhood and onto the main street.” I can’t say I blame them. You’ve become quite the woman.” I didn’t know what to say. My cheeks started turning red. I felt like I was about to get a lecture from the principal. “I could tell you liked the attention.” He put his hand on my bare thigh, shocking me with erotic energy. I couldn’t believe it. I froze. I couldn’t open my mouth. “I want you. I think you want me too.” He his hand ...

... slid slowly up my thigh. My heart pounded. “Yes,” I said softly. He grinned and without taking his eyes off the road his hand moved between my legs. Only my shorts and underwear keeping his fingers from touching me the way I wanted. I pushed my body towards his hand, wanting more. “Fuck me.” “Oh don’t you worry. I’m going to do that. I’m going to fuck your brains out. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” At the next stop light, he turned and headed towards the coast. If he had been taking me home, we would’ve kept going straight. My heart started to pound as the reality set in. I liked older guys, but by older I mean my current boyfriend was two years older than me and the guy I dated before him was three years older. Kayla’s dad was at least twenty years older than me, probably more. It was more than that though. Both of those guys I dated for at least a month before I slept with them. I had never slept with a guy that I wasn’t dating. A few very quick minutes later we pulled into the basement parking garage of his condo. Even in the parking garage it didn’t seem real. I could feel the stuffy humidity of the underground garage when I stepped out of his car, but it felt like walking on a cloud. He looked at me, grinned then motioned for him to follow me to the elevators. It felt very real alone in the elevator with just me and him, the intoxicating scent of his cologne the only thing separating us. I wanted him more than I had every wanted anyone else. ...