My Bestfriend's Father

It was during the holloween week when I had the best sex I have ever experienced in my entire life.

Clara and I were best friends since the start of our college years. We are in our second year of college now, and our relationship has been going stronger and stronger. There are only the two of us in our circle, but I could really say that it’s the best. Truly, you do not need a huge number of friends; you just need a true and real one that you can trust with.

Going on further, before our Christmas break came, we were tasked in our university to attend the holloween event to show support as well as to enjoy for the events made for us, keeping the academic workloads away.

Everybody was happy for the Holloween event, including Clara, but I just can’t find myself being excited for such events like that. I mean, yes, I am happy that we will be having a week without any academic workload, but it is still a problem in the ass into looking for a costume to wear.

Tomorrow will be the Holloween event, and we need to wear a costume in connection with the theme of the event. And damn, I couldn’t help but curse myself for not bringing enough clothes for that kind of event here in my condo.

That’s the reason why I am on my way right now to Clara’s house to look for any available costumes. When she learned early in the morning that I still have no costume to wear, she told me that she'd provide one for me.

Our call time was after dinner, around eight o’clock in the evening. I messaged her right away after I left my condo, and I decided to just ride a taxi since my own car is not currently working and it is still under repair.

I was able to reach their house before the clock hits eight. I take a look at my phone to check whether Clara has already replied to my message, but I see nothing.

I shook my head, sighed, and decided to just knock on their door, thinking that maybe she’s just doing something inside.

I knocked three times before the door finally opened, only to reveal Clara’s sexy father. His name is Steve, 43 years old and married. His wife, Clara's mother, is in France right now for her work.

The first time I saw him is when Clara invited me on her 18th birthday and I immediately got my eyes on him. Who wouldn’t? At his age, he has maintained his body as well as his muscles. One more thing is that he’s got a gorgeous face that a stranger would normally think he’s an international model.

My cheeks blushed a little with the thoughts running through my mind.

“Oh Laurel! What’s gotten you here?” He politely said with a low voice.

That tone made me lick my lips as I felt my pussy reacts. Damn, this is insane.

“I’m here for Clara, Mr. Anderson. We have plans for tonight in connection with the holloween party tomorrow evening…”

I stopped talking when he opened the door widely for me, obviously signaling me to come in. Well, I didn’t wait for him to signal me verbally and just do what’s in my mind—to enter their house. He then locked the door and faced me afterwards.

“...and we are supposed to be looking for clothes to wear.”

I have just noticed now that he’s wearing a black sweatshirt and navy blue khaki shorts. He smiled at me and advanced towards me.

“Honey, how many times do I have to tell you that you can call me Uncle Steve or just Steve? No need to address me by my surname,” he let out a husky chuckle. “Badly, Clara’s not here yet. She’s still out together with her boyfriend.”

Oh? I didn’t know that, huh?

“She did not tell you?” He asked; maybe he noticed the question look from my face. He’s now right in front of me with just enough distance.

I shook my head. “No, Mr. Ander-Steve, I mean...”

His lips rose, then he shook his head.

“Don’t be shy, honey. You’re my daughter’s friend, so you should get used to calling me by my name from now on. Anyway, have you had your dinner already?”

I nodded my head. “Yes, Steve. I’m already done before I come here.”

Our eyes met, and I felt a rush of electricity through my veins—for sure, it’s lust. His lips were apart; he opened it and closed it after. It seems like he wanted to say something but ended up just gulping the words he ought to let out.

“Do you want to watch a movie while waiting for Clara? If only you don’t mind...”

I checked my wristwatch for the time, and when I saw that it’s still early, maybe watching a movie with Steve is a good idea to do while I wait for Clara, huh?

I agreed to his proposal, and we went to their living area right after. We both sat on the large sofa after opening the television. I suddenly felt conscious and a little bit nervous sitting beside Steve while he just looked calm and composed.

“Any movie you want to watch? Perhaps any Korean movies or series just like what Clara likes?” Then we both laughed at what he said.

Truly, Clara is a die-hard fan of Korean series. But not like her; I don’t like Korean series; well, it’s actually watching that I don’t like to do. That’s why I really can’t get myself why I’m now sitting with Steve on a huge sofa to watch a movie.

“I’m not a fan of watching movies,” I shyly confessed, and he just chuckled.

After minutes of brainstorming on what movie we should watch, we ended up watching 365 days. I actually don’t know why, among all the millions of movies out there, it’s the 365 days movie that we’re watching now.

Shit! It’s only making the scenario worse for me! Especially when the scene turns to the explicit ones. The whole living area becomes surrounded with defeaning silence, and I couldn’t focus on the movie anymore because even his breath had my ears full attention.

I can feel myself heating up as we continue to watch Laura and Maximo exchanging kisses, and the hotness I am feeling right now got even worse when they started doing the deed. No one from us is talking, our eyes locked on the screen as if it is necessary to watch every detail of the movie... not until all the lights turned off, followed by thunder and rain.

“Whoah!” I couldn’t help but be shocked at the darkness.

“Damn! It’s raining outside,” said Steve. I heard his footsteps, and the next thing I saw, he’s now holding a flashlight; probably he took it beside the television.

He went to me and asked if I was okay, to which I answered yes. I have a fear of darkness, and they know it.

Because of the strong rain and thunder, I did not have any choice but to spend my whole night here in their house. I also received a text message from Clara, saying that she can’t come home because of the rain and will probably just sleep in Bryan’s dorm.

Steve thought of offering me their guest room; however, because he knows that I cannot stand being in the darkness alone, he decided that I should just sleep beside him in their own room.