Dads Friend Novels & Stories

He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit that reflected his personality, making him stand out amidst the crowds. You see, Ivor and my dad have been friends since I can remember. They met in high school because my dad took some classes with him and they started hanging out. Their friendship went on to the university as they decided to attend the university even though my dad majored in architecture and Ivor went on to major in business administration. Ivor doesn't talk about his family that much and for all I know, he was orphaned at the age of six. As if he senses me because his eyes shoot up from his conversation with a business partner, I think. His eyes gaze at mine with so much inten

"She lives in California. When she heard I was there, she insisted we meet—it'd been a long time." "I find it hard to believe you have a friend you don't fuck," I shot back, trying to shove him away. "First of all, I don't have friends," he chuckled. "Second, she's married—to Pedro, my cousin. Childhood sweethearts, married young, and—" He pulled out his phone. "They have two beautiful daughters—Taylor and Joana." He showed me a selfie, taken by the curly-haired little girl, showing him and the family laughing. "And the picture that actually inserted ideas in your head—Adeline and I were talking and the music was too loud so I had to get close for to hear and I may have joked about kidnappin

More confining. I wanted to go back to Asher’s dorm. Our home, now. “You invited me here,” I said. “You made it sound important. I can’t imagine it was only to comment on my weight gain.” “No, it’s not.” Mom looked at Dad, then back to me. “We’ve had a visitor recently. Someone who shared some interesting rumors about you.” My heart lurched. “You can’t believe a word Joseph said.” “Who’s Joseph?” Dad asked. “This man was an investigator for the kingdom.”

My dad looks behind me. To them, my relationship is going wonderfully, and my mom firmly believes that I’ll soon be giving her a grandchild to spoil and undo all my upbringing. "He said he'll come in a few days, he's still campaigning," I say, hugging both of them as we get into the car.

her mom called. "Yeah," she answered, kicking her shoes off and walking through the kitchen to talk to her. She could see her and her dad sitting on the patio, and she was surprised to see her dad's best friend, Mr. Harrison, sitting with them. "Hi, Mr. Harrison," she said. "I didn't know you were here." She was pretty happy to see him. Mr. Harrison was a great guy. He was always so nice to her, and he wasn't bad to look at, either. You couldn't tell he was even close to the same age as her dad, except for the fact that his hair was starting to grey. He was recently single, too, which had triggered a fantasy or two for her in the past as she ignored the fact that he was old enough to be her

"Doesn't matter, they're all dead and we didn't see any transmissions going out," said a man, I didn't even see him join us. "Marcus, this is Denver, good friend of mine from another life," Dad said to me. "Good to meet you, thank you for helping me," I replied, shaking his hand. "Your Dad saved me more times than I can count. Is one less I owe him," he said with a laugh. "You know I didn't keep score. Same team, all that mattered," replied Dad.

His eyes lowered to my lips and I drew them into my mouth, wetting them before popping them back out. "Just right." He finished. "What else?" His eyes returned to mine which was now a little bit dilated, I guess. "What else do you think is wrong?" He questioned. "Our... Our relationship, you are my father's friend..." My lips trembled the words out. "Your father's friend, not your father's fucking brother. We are not blood related, Daisy. We could fuck, I could breed you and our children won't be results of incest. I was only friends with your father, not his brother. And yes, being your father's best friend means I know you better, a little bit more than you know yourself, in fact. It's jus

"Oh, the adventures we can have, Becca." I knew very well what he wanted to f*ck me until I couldn't stand. The memory of him promising to do dark and dirty things to me was tantalizing. Perhaps he could tie me up like he promised before… it was something I had seen on porn, but never something I dared try before. "I'm sure you will think of something.... After all, how often do you get this chance?" It was wrong. So wrong on so many levels, but screwing my best friend's dad had been one of the most erotic things I had ever done.

"I like stretching everywhere." Flames dance behind Mathias's eyes against her naughty words and a crooked smile appears on his face. Cassie smiles as biting her lip again and he leans to her face like he is going to whisper something. However, her father turns back to their side and Mathias straightens, lets her hand go. "The next time you should come earlier, buddy." Cassie's father speaks as he hands a beer to Mathias. "I hope I can, Peter." He replies with a sincere voice and takes the bottle. "Work stuff."

"Come on, Soph. You're being awfully casual about it." I sighed, giving in to the inevitable. "Okay, yes. I know him. Kind of." His eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Kind of? What does that mean?" I rolled my eyes playfully. "Okay, fine. He's sort of like a family friend." He smirked, leaning against the bench next to me. "Sort of family friend? Explain." I sighed, realizing I couldn't keep my connection to Henry a secret any longer. "He's my dad's best friend, alright?"