My Friend's Father

06 -Alessa Sullivan

Alessa Sullivan

My hands move to his shoulders, trying to brace myself for his new entry. I keep my eyes locked on his; his finger touches my c******s again as I feel his lips on my neck, giving little bites along my jaw until reaching my mouth.

I surrender, and we start a kiss filled with desire and lust, unlike any few kisses I had experienced before.

It was something else...

It was very intense...

And it was definitely a kiss from someone who knew exactly what they were doing. His erection approaches my entrance. His thighs pin mine to prevent them from closing.

"I'll go slow..." I close my eyes and tilt my head to the side.

I feel him guiding his p***s at my entry, and I'm mistaken to think it wouldn't hurt anymore. I hold my breath as he slides through my freshly torn flesh.

"It hurts," I whimper.

His lips return to mine while his fingers play with the throbbing nerve, and I hear his moans of pleasure. I knew the last thing he wanted at that moment was for me to ask him to stop entering.

Even though it was painful, my body began to adapt to his size inside me, and the pain was becoming bearable.

"Open your eyes!" he asks gently. "It should have happened like this."

I nod and my lips part, drawing in a breath, while I let myself be taken to a bright place filled with all the pleasure I was feeling.

His entry, though slow, was enjoyable. I settle better on the bed and hold onto his shoulders, rolling my hips to feel more friction and unsure of what to do next.

"Do you want it faster?" I nod, inhale deeply, and let him move as he thinks best.

A mix of sensations was leaving me confused; I knew he couldn't be a man to fall in love with—we would have this one moment, and then I would return to my life as a student.

I loved seeing him making an effort to make me feel good at that moment, even though I could still see in his eyes the confusion of feelings he must have been experiencing.

A new orgasm was starting to build; I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him do his best. I relaxed as I approached the edge of the cliff, and suddenly, he was out of me, removing the condom and m**********g in front of me.

His sperm splattered across my belly and groin. I was so out of breath and tired from what I had just experienced that I didn't mind the mess.

My smile was much wider than when I had run away from him in the library. I move away from the bed and let him lie down beside me, considering he must be exhausted too. Feeling unsure about what to say or do next, I simply get up from the bed and walk towards the bathroom, which has its door open.

"Hey, wait." I don't stop, but simply enter the bathroom.

I turned on the shower and let the cold water soothe the tense muscles in my back and, most importantly, my intimacy, which was now on fire.

Before I could even step into the shower, the hands that until recently had been venerating each of my curves were on my abdomen, pulling me against his body.

"What's wrong?" His question is something I don't know how to answer. "Did I do something wrong?"

I wriggle out of his grasp and turn to face him.

"You were wonderful, even when I had no idea who you were and were a virgin," I say, looking into his eyes.

"But I can't let my desire to have something like that again make you just an option!" I say as best as I can.

"Hold on, I have the same intention," he replies, his eyebrows furrowed. "But I want to make amends for what I did."

He insists on the same conversation, which makes me shake my head.

"Mr. Mattia, I'm your daughter's best friend. How do you think our next meeting will go?" I ask directly.

His full lips form a straight line, and I can see his mind trying to solve the equation I just laid in his lap.

"That's what I thought. I'm going to take a shower and would appreciate it if you could call a taxi for me," I say as I turn away to take my shower.

Even though he was there behind me, trying to be kind, we remained silent. My shower was quick, and soon after, I went to get dressed. I urgently needed to stop by a pharmacy to buy something for the discomfort I was feeling between my legs.

I pick up my dress from the floor, and when I look at the quilt, I see it's still a bit stained. I sit on the edge of the bed to put on my shoes and decide to wait for him in the living room.

I walk slowly through the space and go to the door leading to the balcony. The view is beautiful, showing a large part of Washington. I walk to the railing—we are many meters above ground. Since I was occupied being kissed by my friend's father, I hadn't noticed which floor we had stopped on.

The scent of his cologne reached me long before I could hear him approaching. I wait until he stops beside me.

"The choice is yours to tell Giulia what happened here," he says, and I simply nod.

"I won't say anything, and I would like you to do the same. I believe we won't be seeing each other again," I state confidently.

"I'll call a taxi for you." Our eyes meet again.

I could tell that just as I was affected by his presence, he felt the same. I turn towards him and gaze at the muscles on his chest, then raise my hand and touch them gently. He closes his eyes, and I don't know what I was thinking when I rise on my tiptoes and kiss his lips.

His arms wrap around my waist and hold me against his body while I feel that kiss as a farewell. I pull away when I start to run out of breath, inhale his scent one last time, and feel the tender kiss he leaves on my forehead.

"Thank you for giving me something as valuable as you did, and forgive me for being the way I was," I smile at the memory.

"You made up for it very well!" I looked into his eyes and saw something there.

But I won't bother to create an illusion.

After all, it would be a forbidden romance either way. My friendship with Giulia is much more important than having an affair with an older man.

"I'm leaving," I say as I pull away, and his hands release me reluctantly.

"Can you pay..." He looks around.

"Don't worry about it. Until we meet again, Mr. De Luca, it was a pleasure to meet you," I say, bidding farewell to this irresistibly hot Italian.

I feel him walking behind me, muttering something in Italian that I barely understand. He steps beside me to open the door, and his clear, pleading look asks me to stay.

"Goodbye..."

I leave his house without looking back, and fortunately, the elevator is already descending and opens its doors as soon as I press the button. As I walked away, I realized this was my greatest adventure yet, and now I must come up with some excuse for my friend.