Novel & Cerita My Best Friends Dad

He sounded so terrified at the mere thought of it. “I hope you will never had to find out,” I muttered sadly. My dad was my favorite person in the whole world. He was my best friend, other than Zach, and when our relationship shifted my father assumed the role of my best friend and confidant. But I also love my mother so much, and the thought of never seeing them again hurt like a physical cut. “How thoughtless of me. I am so sorry,” Dustin quickly apologized for his blunder. “It is alright,” I waved his apology away.

Have you ever thought of spreading your legs so fucking wide for your dad’s best friend that he wrecks your virgin pussy and fucks you full of cum for an entire summer while your dad thinks he’s just “protecting” you? Hey… it’s me again. Dad dropped the bombshell that I’d be staying with his best friend all summer. “Knox will look after you, baby. He’s family. You’ll be safe there.” Safe. Yeah right. Dad has no clue I’ve been creaming my panties for his best friend for years.

“I think we both need a drink.” Jade leaned closer. “And you still liked him after that?” “God, I hated him. I did. But I also couldn't stop thinking about him. There was something about him. I don't know. It just..never left me. And trust me, It's not just about the dick.” Sophie returned to her seat with a tequila in her hand. “So you're saying, you slept with your dad's best friend. He ghosted you, and then went and fell in love with him anyway? Baby girl, your life is wild.”

Elana. “Have you gone mad?” Father asked in irritation at my reaction to the introduction of his special guest. I closed my gaped mouth and stared in disbelief at the man who sat across from my father. Alex. Alex is my father’s best friend. So he knew who my father was and he denied knowing him. He knew what could happen and yet had the guts to show up at my house to stay? I didn’t even know whether to be angry at the petty man or scared. Who knows how long he’ll stay?

waving hi on my way out to meet friends. But I’m 23 now. And last summer, something that routine took a different turn. It started with Mark, I had a huge crush on him. Dad’s best friend since college. Tall, deep voice, always teasing me a little too long when he hugged hello. One night after a game, when everyone else had left, he stayed to “help clean up.” Dad passed out on the couch after several bottles of drinks.

"Yes, I came to order a designated shoe for my dad's birthday." "You must be very close to your father." I smiled. "Yes, I am. He is my best friend." He snorted. It made a pleasant sound in my ear. "Mine is quite the opposite. My father was my worst enemy." I gaped at him. How could he say something like that with so much calmness? "Seriously?" He nodded. "Yes. We didn't get along that much until it was too late." "I'm so sorry about that," I said with so much concern in my voice.

We went our separate ways after that incident without any contacts shared. It was really hard for me to live knowing that l will never meet him again. My best friend Edina introduced me to her brother Eric six months ago. The guy confessed his love for me. I accepted him hoping that l will forget the man in my mind. But it never happened. That man kept on tormenting me. Last summer Edina suggested that l should spent it in her home to which l agreed. That's when it hit me hard that the man is my best friend and boyfriend's dad. I decided to end my relationship with Eric because l couldn't control myself anymore. I was so madly in love with the man after seeing him again. I thought since me a

“You like him, but he has some sort of guardianship over you. It is not healthy.” “That is not true.” “It is, in a way,” Chris chimes in. “I mean, it would’ve also been creepy if he was banging his best friend’s daughter.” “Why are you calling it creepy?” I nearly shout. “I thought you weren’t judgy, Chris.” “I am not. I am just thinking about it from your dad’s perspective. Do you think he’d be full of smiles if he found out that his best friend took advantage of his daughter when he should’ve been taking care of her? He’s the older one. He should know better.”

I was old enough to know better than to fuck a twenty-three-year-old who used to have sleepovers at my house, giggling over pizza in my kitchen. Christ, what kind of man does this? The kind who can still feel her wrapped around his cock. The kind who's already plotting ways to get her alone again. I dragged a hand down my face. Serena's text filled my head. "Best dad ever"? I wanted to punch myself. Some "best dad" I was, sleeping with the girl who'd been my daughter's closest friend. I should delete her number, reassign her to a different project, different floor, different building if possible, put as much distance between us as I could before this blew up in both our faces.

"Honey, I'm sorry that I sent you over to him without any warning, but it is important that you stay with Adrian in the meantime for your safety, okay? I don't think he would have suggested that I stay with his best friend, though, if he knew what me and his best friend had done about a year ago. I couldn't believe it was a year already and that the memories had stuck with me throughout. The restraints, the p*ssy eating... I forced myself to tune back in to what my dad was saying and pushed the thoughts back into the corner of my head, "What is going on, dad?" "I can't really explain it to you now, but I want you to trust me, okay?"