Best Friend's Father

”Oh my god, Stacy, I feel really cold now,” Sam said with a shiver as she climbed out of the pool, her soaked bikini clinging to her curves. The moonlight danced on the rippling water, and the air had begun to carry that crisp, late-night chill.

We'd been splashing around for over an hour—laughing, racing laps, and pretending we were Olympic swimmers in a pool that barely passed for standard size. It was our well-earned break after a week of brutal exams.

Sam and I had clicked from the moment we met—two nervous freshmen fumbling our way through the chaos of college. We’d clung to each other like lifelines through orientation, first classes, and sleepless study nights. By now, she was more than a friend. She was my person.

“I’m just getting started,” I grinned, gliding onto my back and letting the water cradle me. “This is the only therapy I can afford, so I’m soaking in every second.”

She huffed out a laugh, wringing water from her ponytail. “Suit yourself. I’m going to grab a towel and get Martha to fix us some hot coffee before I turn into a popsicle.”

I watched her saunter off, droplets trailing behind her on the tile.

“Hey, Sam!” I called after her with a wicked smile. “I think I’ll just ditch the bikini and go full mermaid tonight.”

She paused mid-step, her laugh echoing through the patio. “Don’t you dare! My dad’s home, remember?”

I stuck out my tongue. “I’ll be quick. Just me, the water, and the moon.”

Sam shook her head, giggling. “You’re insane. But seriously—don’t scar him for life.”

“Too late!”

I hooked my thumbs under the strings of my bikini and tugged it off, tossing it onto the edge of the pool with a splash.

“Stacy!” Sam cried, covering her face like she couldn’t bear to look, though she peeked through her fingers. “You’re the worst.”

“Go get that coffee, prude. Let me live my scandalous life in peace!”

Her laughter faded as she stepped into the house, and I was left alone with the soft hush of the water and the hum of cicadas in the distance. The night wrapped around me like velvet, the water warm against my bare skin. I floated on my back, eyes closed, arms stretched wide.

There was something freeing about it—being naked under the open sky, unbothered, unseen. Or… so I thought.

The subtle thrill of it all sent a ripple of warmth down my spine. My fingers drifted along my stomach, teasing upward, then lower. I touched between my legs and it was wet as f**k. The relaxation in the water did more to my nerves than I had thought. My nipples were pointed and the goose bumps on my skin made me gasp excitedly.

I heard footsteps. That must be Sam, I thought, my heart still fluttering from the stolen thrill of being naked under the moonlight.

I swam toward the edge, ready to tease her again—but the figure stepping into the soft glow of the patio lights was definitely not Sam.

It was him. Mr. Carter. Samantha’s father.

“Sam, is that you?” He asked, coming towards the pool. My breath hitched, watching the figure until it was right in front of me.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

My breath caught as I dipped just a little lower in the water, suddenly aware of every inch of exposed skin, of how the pool was both a shield and a spotlight.

His gaze on me was strong, I was sure he was able to get a glimpse of my curves. “Well, uh, umm..” words caught in my throat but he interrupted.

“What are you doing here alone, Stacy?” He asked in a whisper.

“Sam and I were chilling but she went in to get a cup of coffee.” I finally found my voice but the tension between us was immeasurable.

“Oh, I'll just keep you busy until she's here.”

“No, that won't be a good idea!” I said quickly, scared that Sam would take it the wrong way.

“Why is that?”

“I-I’m sort of naked in here.” I was certain he could hear the uneasiness in my voice.

He smiled, “I'm just like a father to you, Stacy, you shouldn't worry about that.” He pulled off his shirt and took off his shorts. My eyes widened at the sight of the d**k prints on his boxer briefs. I gasped and closed my eyes. Then I heard a loud splash and water sprayed over me.

I opened my eyes and turned around only to find Sam's dad in the water, swimming towards me. I quickly turned around again and grabbed the pool deck, holding it tighter. My heart raced, hoping he wasn't really coming closer to me.

Then I felt it—the subtle shift in the water, gentle ripples brushing against my back. My breath hitched. I didn’t have to turn to know he was stepping closer to me. The warmth of his presence crept closer with every slow wave, the silence between us thick with something I couldn’t name… something I didn’t dare acknowledge just yet. His chest pressed on my back and slowly, I felt his hands move upward to my br**sts.

I exhaled, “What the hell!”

“Relax, Stacy, don't be scared.” he whispered.

“No, this is wrong,” my heart raced faster with each squeeze he gave, my eyes continuously darting to the backyard entrance, hoping Sam would not walk in on us.

He continued to press his hands into my soft full breasts, pushing his hips forward against my a*s. I could feel his bulgy d**k press between my ass. A soft moan escaped my lips but I refused to let myself fall for my best friend's dad.

I tried to pull out his hands but he tightened his grip on my breast. He began planting kisses on my neck and I felt myself melt away. But I still couldn't get rid of the lingering guilt of getting intimate with my best friend's dad. I felt heat grow between my thighs despite being in the cold water under the cold night. I felt weak and I couldn't struggle to get his hands off me anymore.

He was still pounding his hips against my a*s and I let out soft moans, each one laced with a gasp of pleasure. I clutched my hands tighter to the pool deck and began responding to his bangs. I pushed myself backward to feel him better.

Sam’s dad held my cheek and turned my neck to the side. He brought his lips closer and began licking my lips lightly, deepening with every ticking second. I closed my eyes and reached for his d**k, rubbing it with my hands. Just as I needed to feel it more, I shoved my hand into his briefs and pulled it out. I gasped on how huge it was. Of course, he was way older than me, what did I expect? It was so large and long that my fingers couldn't go round it.

I stroked it while we kissed. My p**sy had become so wet that I could feel my juices dripping off. I rubbed my hands around his tip and felt his precum spill out.

“Please, fuck me quickly, before Sam arrives,” I begged as I licked his lower lips.

He turned me around and pushed me to the wall. Then he lifted my a*s and rubbed his tip on my clit, gliding it down to my p**sy.

“Arghhh, you're f*cking slimy. I'm going to insert my entire length in you,” he groaned.

The next thing I felt was Mr. Carter’s huge cock going deep into my tight p**sy. Inch by inch, he went deep and deep until he hit somewhere really extreme. I screamed due to the sweetness, losing every ounce of control in me.

He quickly cupped a hand to my mouth, grinding my p**sy with his c**k. I continued to moan in his hands holding his hips as if that would help to make him go deeper in me.

I pulled out a hand and started rubbing my cl*t as I felt myself get closer to orgasm. I began jerking in the water, my legs felt too weak to carry my weight. but Sam's dad held me in place. He moved to the pool stairs and sat. He dragged me closer and made me go down on my knees.

I learned forward and took his c**k in my mouth. I could taste myself on him. I began by circling my mouth around his tip but he wrapped up my wet hair and pushed my mouth to go deeper until his c**k hit my throat. He groaned and threw his head backward, ensuring I didn't withdraw. He started pushing himself forward, f**king my mouth. The thought of him f**king my mouth sent a thrill through my veins and I felt myself getting wet all over.

There was a burst of c*m in my mouth and he drew himself out of me, nodding in assurance and satisfaction as I swallowed every bit of his c*m. That could have been Sam's step sibling if he had released it in my p**sy. I got to my feet, feeling a wave of satisfaction course through my veins.

“Hurry, you need to get out of here before Sam returns.” He quickly put on his clothes and left the backyard.

I stepped out of the pool and hurriedly put on my bikini, wondering why Sam hadn't returned yet. Anyways, I felt lucky cos it wouldn't have ended well if she had walked in on her dad and me f**king.

The night breeze plastered on my skin and I felt shivery. I quickly went into the house and upstairs to Sam's room. She was lying lazily on the bed, her cup of coffee on the bedside table. She obviously dozed off. I quickly changed into my pajamas. I had brought a few clothes along with me.

As I dried my hair with a dryer in front of the mirror, I caught a spill of Sam's Dad’s cum on my cheek. I rubbed it off with a small smile forming on my lips. I quickly recalled the taboo f*ck I had with her dad minutes ago. I put down the dryer and snuggled myself under the duvet beside Sam, refusing to feel guilty for what we did.