Novel & Cerita Submitting To My Best Friend's Dad

she winked at me but I hesitated to share her enthusiasm with her. How could I be happy that my best friend's dad, who slept with me and then brushed me off like I was nothing, was now my boss? Worse was, I couldn’t let myself get upset or fidgety because it was my secret. Absolutely no one could know what happened between me and Sebastian. “Yeah. More advantages for me” I fake cheered and my mum opened the door to leave but remained in the doorway. “Your breakfast is on the dining table. You should eat before you leave” she told me and I gave her a thumbs up.

"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.

“Why would you,why him?” I swallowed hard . “He’s older,” I said, voice shaking. “He’s your dad. My best friend’s dad.” Every word felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. “I would never hurt you like that,” I said, and that part was true. “Never. You have to trust me.” She hesitated. That pause nearly destroyed me. “I don’t know what to believe,” she cried. I reached for her before she could pull away, wrapping my arms around her, holding her the way I always had,like I could keep the world from touching her if I just held on tight enough.

“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.”

"Please, Mum, help me explain that I've accepted his offer. You've already told me he's not the reason why you don't want to look for my dad. Please, help me." "Okay, I'll get back to you later and let you know his reaction." "Okay, Mum. I missed you." "I missed you too, my darling. But your friend Ava has been taking up most of your time." I laughed at her comment, only if she had known that it was my best friend's dad that was taking my precious. ************ Author's pov

“Yeah.” “My Dad is probably my best friend in the world, even more so than you. Being angry at him the last two weeks...” He puts a hand over his eyes. “I felt like shit for the things I said to him. I’ve wanted my dad to meet someone and be happy for years. You remember, I used to try and get him on dating apps.” He laughs and I do remember his failed attempts to get Theo on Tinder more than once. “But, it’s so weird that it’s you.” “I know.”

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.

“Damn, Mason. You actually did it. I’m happy for you, man. You’re finally getting what you wanted with Alaric after all those weeks of talking dirty online without knowing it was him.” I laughed and dropped onto the bed next to him, still buzzing with energy. But Ronald’s smile faded a little and he got serious. “At the same time though… Are you sure this is a good idea? He’s your dad’s best friend. This shit could blow up really bad if anyone finds out.”

I am Claudia, and I am nineteen years old. After failing our college entrance exams, my best friend, Grace Cole, and I decided to repeat a year. We faced great pressure, and we came from single-parent families. Our fathers resigned from their jobs and took turns earning money so that they could take care of us. It was not easy studying in another state, so the four of us moved into a rental apartment with two rooms and one living room. We were so close that I called Grace’s father “Dad,” and Grace called my father “Papa.”