Fucking My Best Friends Dad の小説・ストーリー

Get into Dad’s car, point it out of town and drive until it ran out of gas. But this was Bobby. My best friend. He’d always been there for me. Had listened to all my bitching over the years about school, asshole jocks, preppies, stoners and slutty cheerleaders. Listened to all my complaints about Dad, his religion, the church and my legs and how much they always hurt . . .

"Ohhh, so you got another hot dude you're fucking and you never told me? Who is he? Is he sexy? Does he have a huge dick? How many inches was it?" I pressed my lips together in frustration. How the hell was I supposed to tell my best friend I was fucking my stepdad???? "I just met him in a club and we decided to be fuck mates." "Okay, whatever! But you will come for this party next week Thursday." "What the fuck! Thursday is Mr Benjamin's test in case you've forgotten miss, so I'm not going. As you can see I have to study." "You worry too much babe, as I said, you would come, and again Mr Benjamin is under my little finger. He won't fail us even though we miss his test."

I instantly pulled away from the duvet as I turned the volume of the tv louder . “He choose me and he always does , I am not going to feel guilty because I’m with the man that I love , if you are not comfortable with any of this , then you can as well go kill yourske , because I do not care “ When she finished talking , my father had that proud look on his face . I have never seen him look this proud ever and it just makes me think that he was standing beside my best friend and ripping my heart apart . I hated him , I hated him with everything that I had left in me , why did he have to do this , just why .

I pulled my hands away, rubbing my temples as the stress crashed back into my chest. "Because it’s a total mess, Sophia," I whispered frantically. "I don't know what to say to Emily. She is my best friend. How do I even begin to tell her that I'm sleeping with her father? And that's not even the worst part." Sophia frowned, her smile fading into concern. "What do you mean?"

Not tonight. "He knows," I said to the ceiling. The silence was worse than the truth. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, listening to nothing, feeling everything. Then I said it out loud, just to hear how it sounded: "My father is fucking my best friend." The words hung in the dark. I waited for them to sound wrong. For my brain to reject them as impossible. They didn't. They sounded exactly right. "Yeah," I whispered. "That's what I thought."

And I collapsed against him, panting, shaking, full of his cock and his cum and every filthy thing we just did. And all I could think was. Oh my God. I just fucked my best friend’s dad. And I wanted to do it again.

"If dad heard you, he'd probably stripe your throat." Williams chuckled. "He wouldn't do such a thing when he's the same god damn thing...why do you think we're bestfriends?" "My father is nothing like you... you're sick, so power hungry that you'd kill your own daughter in order to gain more." "Well if you consider us sick...you'll consider him even sicker one day...but who am I to out my best friend to his son...? Go search for whatever it is that you want, I'll stop holding up your time now."

“That I was her dad.” I laughed. But it came out dry and weird. “I had no fucking idea that my one night is my best friend's dad.” His eyes narrowed. “Gosh, you were so ready to let me fuck you, baby girl. You wanted it so badly. And now you are standing here like you have no idea who I am?.” I swallowed hard. “I have no idea, I swear. If I had known, I wouldn't have let it happen in the first place.”

"I'll be out for a bit. I don't want the kids to hear us fighting." Father always avoided the topic of conversation, which made Mother even more sure of her suspicions all along. Until finally one day Dad opened up to Mom about what had kept him busy the past few months. “I met an old friend, we used to be very close friends. He's my best friend especially when I'm really down and hard, I owe him a lot.” “Your old friend is a woman? Is she someone you can't forget?!” Mom poked at Dad's words about someone who sounded very meaningful in his past life.

When Dad started to talk, I’m all ears for me not to miss even the single detail of whatever he says. Dad talk first about his best friend, Andrea. I was hurt by what I found out today but not the worst. I think, that's also because I grew up not close to my Mom.