Wanting my dad’s best friend

Immediately I smashed my lips against his, and instantly his resolve all came crumbling down. His hand slipped around my waist, pulling me closer, while my tongue slipped into his mouth. I moaned softly against his lips, hands tugging gently at his hair. Effortlessly he grabbed me, gently placing me on the countertop, as he began trailing kisses down my neck. His hand slipped under my dress, grabbing my ass cheeks, before he reached for my boobs, gently squeezing and pinching my nipples. I moaned loudly, licking his earlobe, while my hand reached for his trousers, gently massaging the bulge that was already quite visible.

Just as I was about to unzip his trousers, he suddenly stopped, pulling back. “No, Ava. We can’t do this. This is wrong. You’re like a daughter to me.”

“Except I’m not your daughter, Damian. I never was. Who cares if you’re older than me. Age is just a number.”

“I care, Ava! I fucking care!” He shouted, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “You’re my best friend’s kid. I literally saw you grow up. Don’t you get how fucked up this is? Fuck!” He exclaimed, looking torn, and I could see guilt written all over his face.

After a while, I got down from the countertop and made to reach for him, but a knock on the door made us freeze.

“Ava, darling, are you in there?” My dad’s voice came through.

Immediately, Damian’s face drained of color. He looked at me then back at the door. I steadied myself, before finally speaking.

“Uhn, yes, Dad. I’ll be down soon.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Have you seen Damian? I’ve been looking everywhere for him.”

My eyes darted back to Damian, who now looked like he was about to have a full-blown panic attack.

“No, I haven’t. But earlier, he said he wanted to get some air. So you can check the front porch or something.”

He didn’t respond. I just heard his footsteps fading away down the hallway.

When I was sure he was gone, I turned to Damian, but he spoke instead. “This can never happen again. Never!”

And with that, he walked out, slamming the door shut. Exhaling heavily, I stood there for a moment, then adjusted my hair and clothes, before finally walking out.

All through the rest of the party he avoided me like I was a plague. Giving fake laughter when necessary, only talking when needed, but occasionally I caught his stare, pinned on me, unwavering.

I’ve always loved art exhibitions. It was amongst the many things Damian and I had in common. So when my dad told me of the new private art gallery that was opening downtown, I knew I had to go because I was certain Damian would be there. I slipped into a silky short pink flowing dress, no bra, letting my firm E-cup breasts stand firm, did a light makeup, and headed out.

When I caught his eyes, I didn’t look away, neither did he. So I smiled, and walked towards him.

“I see you still have a thing for art exhibitions. I thought you only attended back then because I insisted on you tagging along,” I teased, grabbing a glass of champagne from the passing waiter.

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Ava,” he said plainly, glancing at me before his eyes landed back at the painting in front of us.

“Maybe. But I do know for a fact that you kissed me like a man drowning. I also know that you couldn’t keep your eyes and your hands off me the other time.”

His eyes snapped to mine immediately. “What do you think you’re doing, Ava?” He paused, glancing around now. “I told you that can never happen again. It was a mistake. One that should never have happened in the first place.”

I slowly placed my glass back down on the table, before leaning closer. “Oh yeah? Then explain the kiss. Why did your body react to me that way? If you’re so confident it was a mistake and should never have happened, then why did you get hard?

Suddenly he grabbed me by the wrist, pulling as we headed to a more secluded corner, away from where the main event was happening. He pinned me to the wall, eyes now turning into something hungry and predatory. He claimed my lips again. This time more feral, and more demanding. My hand slipped behind his neck, while his hand slipped under my dress, pinning me just in place. Two fingers slipped under my panties, slowly rubbing slow circles on my clit which was already swollen, wet and now dripping. I gasped, my back arching off the wall as I leaned into his touch. His mouth found my nipple, sucking and licking quickly, which made me moan more, while his fingers rubbed faster on my clit. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed, how many times my legs trembled violently, how many times he covered my mouth, muffling my cries.

We got interrupted by the announcement, telling everyone the exhibition was about to kick off properly. He grunted, pulled back, then slowly brought his fingers to his lips, and licked them clean.

I was panting, but my eyes sparkled in excitement. “Do you still think this was a mistake?” I spoke after a while, adjusting my clothes properly.

“Yes, Ava. It was just a spur of the moment. This changes nothing,” he said coldly, adjusting his jacket.

“Fine then. I’ll give up and agree this was a mistake, but on one condition,” I said, taking a step closer. “Spend the night with me. If nothing happens between us, then I’ll forget this ever happened and will never talk about it again.”

He blinked, wanting to be sure he heard me right. “What?”

I grinned, crossing my hands across my chest. “You heard me. Spend a night with me. Or are you scared that you’ll fail? It shouldn’t be a big deal for you though, since we used to spend the night together a lot when I was younger.”

“Oh come on, Ava. Putting you to bed and staying by your side until you fell asleep doesn’t count as spending the night together. You’re just exaggerating,” he said, more amused than angry.

I chuckled, slowly running my hand across his chest.

“Well, I guess there’s always a first time for everything, isn’t it? So what’s it gonna be? Do we have a deal or not?”

I saw the way his jaw tightened, the way his hands turned into fists at his side, the way he swallowed hard. Then he took a step closer, leaned in and whispered.

“No. I’m not playing these games with you.”

As he walked away, I chuckled, reached for my phone and typed a message. On my way back to the exhibition, I knew one thing was certain. I was going to get what I wanted. One way or another.