Best Friend's Father..

~~Joan~~

“What is this, Joan Crest!” Julia’s voice jerked me out of my thoughts as I shakily got up from the bed.

It was already Morning.

“What is what?” I said, wanting to throw her surname back at her just like she did — but then I remembered Julia didn’t even use her real last name. She went by Aleksyn, her father’s first name, and just thinking that name sent wicked shivers through me worse than any thought I’d had before.

“You’ve got yourself all wet…” she said, twisting her mouth in shock.

I realized it wasn’t just the name I was obsessed with. Even asleep, or trying to erase it from my mind, the fact he was in this house had me drowning in wild imaginations, dirty dreams, and desperate fantasies. My nightwear was soaked from the hunt for my best friend’s father.

“It’s normal… I mean, it’s fine. I was just dreaming about a crush,” I said, standing up.

“No way you’re thinking about a crush,” she argued.

“Why? Why do you say that?” I asked.

“You don’t have a crush. You’ve been too much of a nerd to even think about breaking your holes. So tell me — whose crush?” She crossed her arms, chin up, waiting.

“Alex,” I blurted, trying to slip past her into the bathroom.

“We don’t have any Alex at school. What kind of made-up joke is that? Joan Crest, you better start spilling right now, or I’ll tell everyone you did this to yourself thinking about some imaginary Alex.” She scoffed, then turned to grab her phone from the vanity.

Julia wasn’t just my best friend.

She wasn’t just the kind of friend I helped study with or taught things to.

She was exposed — smarter than me in a different way, but never academically.

She was one of the rich, popular girls at school — the kind who made headlines and still managed to keep her territory safe.

Now, imagining what would happen if she ever found out I was thinking about her dad’s cock… the very reason I was soaked in my night shorts…

I wanted to disappear.

“Well… I guess your popularity doesn’t cover knowing everyone in school,” I said flatly.

She smirked. “If you’re going to use that bathroom, just know it’s bad… guess you’ve forgotten.”

“Your dad said he’d be fixing it,” I told her.

“Well, that’s great. He always does. So… let’s get to the pool. We can have something nice there. A nice breakfast,” she said with that little scoff of hers, already slipping into her swimsuit cover-up.

“That’s too early,” I protested. “Too early. Aren’t we supposed to study for the tests? We’re heading back to school after this weekend… and besides, I’m way too tired to do anything other than studying.”

She laughed. “Look at you… same person who just soaked her panties.”

Her words hit me low, twisting something in my stomach. If I didn’t know Julia as well as I did, I might have been angrier. But she thrived on teasing, on pushing my buttons until I squirmed.

And there was no way in hell I was going to the pool and missing the handyman of the house. My best friend’s father. Aleksyn.

I swear… I’d watch him with every move. The way his forearms flex as he grips the wrench. The way his back muscles pull when he twists the tap.

And all I’d be thinking is—

If he’s going to twist and twist the tap, I wish it were his fingers in my pussy… curling, pressing, rough and deep.

So rough that when the tap finally bursts to life and water starts rushing…

my pussy would gush too.

But I knew Julia wasn’t going to let me have my dream in peace.

She’s like a devil—stuck between me and the rough, merciless fucking my virgin cunt craved.

But her house… her rules.

She dragged me from the room, and we walked through the hallway.

No sign of him.

It was like the whole house was hiding him from me, keeping him just out of reach—like the best part of a wet dream you wake up from too soon.

But it wouldn’t be for long.

I swore it wouldn’t.

We pushed through the glass doors at the back of the house, and sunlight hit my eyes hard. The pool sparkled, calm and inviting.

“Change into this, nerd,” she said, tossing me a swimsuit.

I glanced around, my pulse kicking up.

If he was watching… God, I wanted him to watch.

To scan my body and start plotting every way he’d ruin me.

To take note of every hole he’d split open with his cock.

To picture exactly how he’d bend me, fold me, hold me… fuck me.

So I slipped into the swimsuit, tugging the straps into place, feeling almost naked already.

Julia was on her phone, ordering pizza at nine in the morning like she ruled the world.

And then—

A sound.

The water shifting.

Like someone was pulling themselves up from the pool.

When I turned around—it was him.

Julia’s father.

Water still clung to his skin, sliding down that sculpted chest like it had been made for worship. The kind of body that made your knees weak before he even touched you.

And God… the way he looked—my whole body knew where this was going.

Had he been under the water when I undressed?

Had he seen me naked, slipping into my swimsuit, my skin bare and wanting?

My pussy twitched at the thought.

No—my clit twitched.

The swim shorts he wore weren’t hiding a thing.

That big, heavy length strained against the thin, soaked fabric, the outline shameless—thick and long, the head of it swelling, the curve obscene, the ridge around the crown pronounced like a dirty promise.

Even through the wet cling of the material, I could see it.

The full weight.

The kind of cock that would ruin you, rearrange you, split you so deep you’d feel it in your throat.

“Dad… you’re here early,” Julia said with a small smile.

I didn’t miss the flicker in her voice.

Sometimes, I wonder if she ever thinks about him the way I do—though she’d never admit it.

But taboos?

They only matter if you’ve never tasted them.

“It’s the weekend, Julie,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “Having some relaxation before work takes over again next week.”

He walked closer, slow and steady.

And when he reached me, his eyes… God, his eyes lingered.

They scanned me, inch by inch, and I saw it—his lips twitching, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

That monstrous bulge thickened, pressing even tighter against those wet shorts.

“Mr. Aleksyn,” I said softly, pretending innocence, “is there something wrong with my swimsuit?”

“No… no,” he stammered, swallowing again.

“I just… haven’t seen you like this before. I mean… be in this way before. You are—”

But Julia, my devil in disguise, cut in.

“Dad, you can go ahead and fix that tap in the shower. Me and Jo want the pool to ourselves.” She touched his shoulder lightly.

That should’ve been me touching him.

He started walking away, but his gaze stayed locked on mine.

And right then, I knew.

One way or another… my filthy dream was going to come true.

“Do you have eyes for my dad, huh?” Julia asked the moment he was out of sight.

“What the hell, Julie? Why would you even say something so—so sick and ridiculous? He’s your father… he’s older… he’s decades older than me.”

The guilt burned hot under my skin as I brushed past her, refusing to meet her eyes.

I was going to change the subject.

Fast.

“When’s the pizza guy coming?” I asked, my voice sharper than I meant it to be as I stepped toward the small stairs that dipped into the pool.

“Don’t change the subject, Jo,” she shot back. “You think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been looking at him? You’ve never looked at anyone like that before.” Her smirk was vicious. “I’m telling you this for your own good—my dad doesn’t go for girls like you. You’re too… innocent. Too immature.” She slid into the water with a splash, her eyes never leaving mine.

My chest tightened.

“And what makes you think that, huh?” I said, trying not to snap, trying to hide the way her words were pressing on something raw.

“Look at you, Jo,” she taunted, brushing water from her face. “Still a virgin. Still daydreaming about some imaginary Alex.”

Something inside me shifted—slow and dangerous.

I stepped fully into the water, the coolness licking at my heated skin.

“Can we bet on it?” I asked, my voice lower now.

She grinned, shark-like. “Oh, I like that. Let’s see if you can get that tight, untouched little cunt of yours stuffed by the end of the day.”

Her words hit like a spark on gasoline.

I swear—I would make it happen.

I’d get fucked.

Fucked until I couldn’t stand.

Until every inch of me was his.

Until he made me scream loud enough for her to hear it in every corner of this goddamn house.