MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD (4)

I stood there frozen in the hallway, my heart slamming against my ribs. Emily’s eyes went wide as she took it all in, me in nothing but a thin t-shirt, David right behind me with his hand still on my arm, shirtless, looking guilty as hell. The silence stretched so tight I thought it might snap.

“Emily, wait,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not… I can explain.”

She took a step back, phone still glowing in her hand. “Explain? You’re sneaking around with my dad? Sophie, what the fuck?” Her voice cracked, but she didn’t yell. Not yet. She just stared, hurt flashing across her face.

David cleared his throat. “Sweetheart, let’s go inside my room. We can talk. Quietly.”

Emily hesitated, then nodded stiffly. We all slipped into his bedroom, and he shut the door. The room smelled like him, clean soap and that faint cologne. I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling my shirt down over my thighs. Emily stayed by the door, arms crossed.

“I saw you two,” she said. “You weren’t just talking. Dad had his hand on you like… like that.” She looked at him, then me. “How long has this been going on?”

I swallowed hard. “Two nights. It just happened. I came down for water the first time, and things got intense. I know it’s wrong. He’s your dad. You’re my best friend. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

David sat beside me, keeping some distance. “Em, I’m sorry. This wasn’t planned. Sophie’s young, beautiful, and she came on to me. I should’ve said no. But I didn’t. I messed up.”

Emily’s eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them away fast. “You both lied to me. Right under my nose.” She paused, biting her lip. Then something shifted in her expression. “Did you… sleep together? Like, actually fuck?”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah. Twice. Once in his bathroom, once here. I’m so sorry, Em.”

She didn’t scream or storm out. Instead, she walked closer, looking between us. “Show me.”

“What?” David and I said at the same time.

“Show me what you did.” Her voice was quieter now, almost curious. “I want to see. Maybe then I’ll understand why you’d risk everything and sleep with my dad.”

David frowned. “Emily, that’s not a good idea.”

But she stepped right up to me and touched my shoulder. “Sophie, you’re my best friend. If this is happening, I deserve to be part of it. Or at least see it.” Her fingers traced down my arm. “I’ve wondered about Dad sometimes. What it would be like. Don’t act shocked. We’ve talked about everything else.”

My face burned. I glanced at David. He looked torn, but his eyes had that hungry look again. The air in the room felt thick, charged.

I stood up and kissed Emily softly on the lips. She stiffened at first, then kissed me back, tentative but warm. “Like this?” I whispered.

She nodded. David watched, breathing heavier. I pulled off my shirt, standing naked in front of them both. Emily’s gaze moved over my body. “You’re really pretty,” she said. “I get why he couldn’t resist.”

David stood and put his arms around Emily from behind. “You sure about this, kiddo? Once we start…”

“I’m sure.” She turned and kissed her dad on the mouth. It wasn’t quick. It was deep, like she’d thought about it before. I watched, shocked but turned on, as their tongues met.

I moved behind Emily and lifted her pajama top. Her skin was soft, breasts small and firm. I cupped them gently while she kept kissing David. She moaned into his mouth.

We ended up on the bed together. David lay back as Emily and I knelt on either side of him. I pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free, already hard. Emily stared. “It’s big,” she said, almost laughing nervously.

“You don’t have to,” David told her.

But she wrapped her hand around it first, stroking slowly. I leaned in and licked the tip, tasting him. Then Emily did the same, her tongue brushing mine. We took turns sucking him, me deep, her more careful, learning. David groaned, one hand in my hair, the other in hers.

“Fuck, you two,” he muttered. “This is insane.”

Emily smiled up at him. “Feels good, right?” She sucked harder, copying what I did. I kissed down her back, reaching between her legs. She was wet already. I slid a finger inside her, making her gasp around her dad’s cock.

We switched positions. David put Emily on her back and spread her legs. I held her hand while he went down on her, licking slow and steady. “Dad… oh god,” she breathed, hips lifting. I kissed her neck, then her mouth, swallowing her moans.

After she came once, shaking, David moved to me. He entered me first, thrusting deep while Emily watched up close. “He feels good, doesn’t he?” she asked, touching where we joined.

“So good,” I panted.

Then he pulled out and slid into Emily. She cried out, gripping my arm. “Slow, Dad. Please.” He went gentle at first, then built up. I rubbed her clit while he fucked her, kissing her the whole time. The sounds, wet, heavy breathing, skin on skin, filled the room.

We tried everything. David took me from behind while I ate Emily out. Then she sat on his face while I rode him. Sweat mixed with everything else. Emily came again, louder this time, calling out both our names. David finally pulled out and finished across our chests as we knelt together, kissing each other with his cum on our lips.

We lay tangled afterward, breathing hard. Emily traced circles on my stomach. “I’m still mad you hid it,” she said. “But this… I don’t want it to stop either.”

David kissed her forehead, then mine. “We have to be careful. No one can know.”

I nodded, feeling a strange peace. The three of us had crossed every line, and somehow it felt right at that moment.

And just like that, our summer changed forever. But that’s the end of this story. Emily, David, and I kept our secret close, stealing nights whenever we could. Eventually, college started back up, and life pulled us in different directions.