My Best Friend's Dad Became My Stress Relief

I am Claudia, and I am nineteen years old.

After failing our college entrance exams, my best friend, Grace Cole, and I decided to repeat a year.

We faced great pressure, and we came from single-parent families. Our fathers resigned from their jobs and took turns earning money so that they could take care of us.

It was not easy studying in another state, so the four of us moved into a rental apartment with two rooms and one living room.

We were so close that I called Grace’s father “Dad,” and Grace called my father “Papa.”

Just like that, we lived together like a strange but harmonious family.

I stayed up late one night and noticed a bit late that Grace was missing, even though she usually came over to sleep with me.

When the clock struck 1 a.m., I finally closed my book, feeling sleepy.

The soft rustle of papers as I packed up only made me more tired.

I did not think too much about Grace’s absence. I assumed she was probably watching a show in the living room.

Grace was never the type to study diligently. Even though she was repeating the year, her efforts were inconsistent at best. If I had not studied with her every day, she probably would have given up a long time ago.

Just as I lay in bed and closed my eyes, I heard a satisfied moan.

My drowsiness disappeared in an instant.

My eyes flew open, and I stared at the ceiling in shock. My mind raced through several explanations for the sound.

In shock and panic, I got out of bed and opened the door quietly.

The sound was coming from the sofa in the living room.

There was lingerie on the floor, and I saw undergarments draped on the sofa.

This sight shocked me to my core.

Grace was clearly doing something she was not supposed to while in a state of undress. Her spaghetti-strap pajamas were pushed up to her waist.

Her chest was exposed, and I could see her panting for breath.

Her face was flushed red, and her mouth was wide open as she moaned.

Even the air felt different with a strange smell.

“It feels so good like this…”

“You’re doing so well. Do you want it to feel even better?”

The man’s voice was scarily familiar.

Was Grace doing something inappropriate with my father?!

Grace’s eyes were unfocused, and her body was flushed red. “Yes…”

“What do you want? Tell me, and I’ll do it for you.”

I grabbed the door handle tightly as my heart raced. I felt as if it was about to jump out of my chest.

As I continued watching, the sounds I heard filled me with shame.

My own breathing grew labored, and my throat went dry. Unable to help myself, I licked my dry lips.

I was beginning to feel hot and bothered.

“Grace, I can’t hold back anymore…”

As my father spoke, I finally realized where my thoughts were headed, and I went back to bed with a face flushed red in shame.

I failed to notice a gaze full of desire watching me from the other bedroom.

I felt my heart racing as I listened to the sounds outside.

And then, I did something shameful.

But there was no relief, and I teared up in frustration.

Just then, someone knocked on my door.

Panicking, I pulled the blanket over my body. Grace must be back.

Just as I sighed in relief, I realized in horror that Grace was never in the habit of knocking on the door.

When the door opened, I saw a tall and well-built man.

My eyes widened as I clutched the blanket tightly. I asked nervously, “Dad, why are you here?”