Obsessed With My Best Friend's Dad

Meeting my crush again

"I never wanted any of this to happen. It all started when I laid eyes on the most breathtaking man I had ever seen when I was sixteen. I've always like been attracted to older guys; I believed boys my age had nothing to offer besides s*x, being in the craziest phase of their adolescent s****l desires. Maybe it was the adult movies I started watching after my mother's passing. When my dad had to travel out of town, I stayed with my best friend Margie and her family. That's when I met her father, Nicholas, for the first time. It was love at first sight. It was like a supernatural force had gone into my brain and crafted the perfect man I had always dreamed of. He had a TV presenter's smile that always turned me on, even at that tender age. I knew right away he was the kind of man I wanted. No one made me feel the way he did when he was around. I dreamt of him almost every day, but there was no one I could talk to about my feelings. I couldn't imagine telling Margie about my crush on her dad; it was weird to have feelings for my best friend's father. But Nicholas was perfect for me. He was handsome, and he always made me laugh. I even became jealous and angry whenever I saw him kiss his wife in front of us. In my mind, Nicholas was cheating on me, and it caused me excruciating pain in my heart. I started to imagine us as a couple, doing what mature couples do, which sometimes gave me a wet dream. This became my obsession, but I knew I could never tell him how I felt. Nicholas was married, and their marriage was solid, and my age made it impossible for him to hold me the way I wanted."

The most cherished and memorable moment of my stay in Nicholas' house was when he taught me how to swim. It was the most intimate experience we shared. The water would cling to his swimming trunks, revealing his chiseled abs and sometimes, I could even see the thick veins on his c**k whenever he emerged from the pool. During these lessons, I gave myself to him completely. I purposefully guided his hands to my breasts, asking him to hold me so I could float on the water. He would hold one hand on my breasts and the other on my belly, and I loved every second of it. Whenever I made progress, I would jump into his arms, and Margie thought I was acting innocently. But for me, it was all deliberate. However, Nicholas saw me as his daughter, and his behavior was pure. His wife, Rebecca, always sat outside the pool, laughing at my nervousness. She believed I was scared of the water and never suspected anything more from the way I clung to her husband.

"Ariana," a touch on her lap brought her back to reality, and she heard Margie's voice.

"We're home. You must be exhausted," Margie said, and Ariana peered out of the car window. "This is a new house!"

"Yes, we moved in a few weeks ago," Margie continued, waiting for her father to exit the car before speaking again. "But my mum didn't come with us."

"Where is she?" Ariana asked.

"In her own house. My parents have been having serious issues lately. It's gotten to the point where my mum is pursuing a divorce," Margie explained.

"Really?" Ariana replied, surprised by the news.

"But I'm doing everything I can to bring them back together," Margie continued as she opened the left car door and stepped out.

"This is the perfect opportunity to show Nicholas that I'm not the same girl he hugged years ago. How can I do that without Margie finding out?" Ariana pondered as she opened the right car door. But before they could exit the car, Nicholas had already opened the trunk and taken Ariana's luggage inside.

"Your dad hasn't changed. He's always been the caring man I remember," Margie commented.

"He noticed you were tired. I caught him staring at you when you closed your eyes," she added.

A sudden wave of anxiety washed over Ariana, wondering if Margie had also seen her blushing in front of her dad. "What's wrong?" Margie asked, sensing Ariana's fear.

"Nothing," Ariana replied cryptically.

"I've told you not to worry about Mark. I promise you'll forget about him before you leave. I have a surprise for you," Margie teased.

"What surprise?" Ariana asked.

"If I tell you, it won't be a surprise anymore," Margie giggled. The two ladies entered the white mansion.

"Let me show you to your room so you can freshen up while I prepare dinner. I'm making your favorite," Margie said.

"You still remember my favorite?" Ariana asked in amazement.

"Of course," Margie laughed, leading her to one of the guest rooms. However, when they arrived, they didn't see Ariana's luggage.

"Dad must have taken it to my room. He probably thought I hadn't finished arranging this room. Let me go get it for you," Ariana said before heading towards her room.

Halfway to her room, Margie saw her dad pulling the luggage towards the room Margie had placed Ariana. Margie wanted to take the luggage from him, but he quickly said,

"Don't worry. It might be too heavy for you. Let me give it to her. Your friend must be hungry…"

"Yes," she interrupted, "I'm on my way to the kitchen to prepare dinner."

"Let me keep her company before you finish cooking or do you want her to join you in the kitchen?"

"No dad…" She dragged her words. "Someone just coming from a long trip? She needs to rest."

A few moments later, Ariana heard a knock on the door, assuming it was Margie, but to her surprise, it was Nicholas. Her heart skipped a beat as she invited him in. Nicholas closed the door behind him after pulling the brown luggage inside. Ariana thanked him and took the luggage, twirling her hair as she walked towards the wardrobe. Nicholas couldn't resist staring at her waist, and he made a fist with his right hand, thinking of bending her over the wardrobe.

"How's your dad?" Nicholas asked, attempting to conceal his thoughts.

"He's doing very well," Ariana replied, smiling but feeling nervous.

"Margie told me about what happened with your boyfriend. He's missed out on a precious gem," Nicholas complimented, causing Ariana to blush.

"Thank you, sir," she replied, continuing to twirl her hair.

"I'd prefer it if you called me by my name. If you need anything, don't hesitate to come to me directly," Nicholas offered.

"Thank you, Nicholas," Ariana beamed, unable to contain her excitement.

Nicholas couldn't help but continue to look at her, and Ariana kept stealing glances at his feet. As he was about to leave, he apologised for the mess in the room, mentioning that they had only recently moved in.

"It's okay. I love a bit of mess," Ariana flirted. "And how about your wife? Is she around?" She wanted to confirm what Margie told her.

"No, not at the moment. In fact, she's even considering a divorce," Nicholas replied, and shrugged with facial expressions.

"I'm so sorry to hear that," Ariana sympathized.

"It's alright. We've been trying to make it work for years, but as we've grown older, it's become more difficult to be together," Nicholas explained.

"A wise person once said, 'One woman's trash is another woman's treasure.' I still remember those days you taught me how to swim," Ariana reminisced.

"Do you really remember those days?" Nicholas asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Of course I do," Ariana chuckled.

Suddenly, the door opened without warning. Margie never suspected anything and she knew her dad was there with Ariana. The opening of the door shocked both of them and they looked at the door as if both were doing something bad or caught off guard.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. Dad, what would you like for dinner?" Margie asked.

"What else would I eat? Whatever you're making for Ariana, make for me too," Nicholas replied, and the three of them laughed.

As Margie and her father left the room, Ariana couldn't help but think, "I know my thoughts are bad. Nicholas is still legally married to Margie's mum. Part of me wants them to divorce, but please forgive me, this feeling is too strong for me to overcome. I've been fantasising about him ever since the day I set eyes on him. When will I be able to run my fingers over his abs? I can't help but stare at his lips, wanting to get wet."

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"She said she loves a bit of a mess. What kind of mess could she possibly mean?" Nicholas pondered in his room, pacing back and forth before stopping to gaze out of the window.

"A once plump, young girl has blossomed into the most stunning lady I've ever laid eyes on. Her infectious smile and playful eye movements make me want to pin her against the wall. Her breasts are exactly my type, and I can still recall the heart-shaped lips that greeted me at the airport. I nearly lost myself then, but thankfully my daughter didn't notice. I've never felt this way about Rebecca, but I can't ignore the fact that Ariana is my daughter's friend and someone who could easily be my daughter. What if she tells my daughter if I make a move on her? I'd be a fool if she finds out about my feelings towards her. But then again, what did she mean by 'one woman's trash is another woman's treasure'? The last time I was in her room, I couldn't help but undress her with my eyes. Her curves and bums are simply irresistible. Why did her boyfriend let go of such a gem? Since she arrived, I find myself wanting to look at her every moment. Why did she have to be my daughter's friend? If only she had come into my life as a new secretary or business partner, there wouldn't be any obstacles holding me back. I could introduce her to my daughter, even if they were the same age..."

"Dad!" His daughter's voice interrupted his thoughts, and he heard a knock on the door.

"Dinner's ready," Margie informed him.

"Okay, I'm coming," Nicholas replied, and Margie left for Ariana's room. She knocked on the door, but before she could say anything, Ariana opened it.

"What?" Margie asked in surprise, and she widened her eyes at what Ariana had put on and she added, "When did you start wearing something like this, Ariana?"