Craving My Best Friend's Dad

Lola’s POV Under the shower, I gasped as the water ran down my body. The hot tears I had shed previously were now overwhelmed by the cold running water down my shoulder, while I caressed my palm on my hair. In minutes, I was out, standing beside my bed with my towel wrapped around my chest. Recalling the conversation I had with my mum just a few minutes ago before I entered the shower, my heart leapt to my throat again. But, I quickly got rid of it from my mind. For once, I needed peace. I had freshened up so I could get a nap this noon, and not begin thinking about my whole messed-up life. As I reached towards the standing mirror, I pulled away the towel and threw it onto the bed. I had to moisturise my skin, as is my daily routine for months now. Smiles plastered across my face as I grabbed the body moisturiser and uncovered it. I had actually purchased the cream just so I could look good for my dream man—one I'd always crave all day and night. When my mum saw it, she had screamed at how costly it could be, “Why would you waste your money to get such a moisturiser? Don't you want to have savings?” But I didn't want to argue with her, so I made it short, “Aniston bought it for me…” and that was a fat lie. I knew deep down she wouldn't say much again if I told her my rich best friend bought it for me, whereas I had gotten it myself. Aniston, my best friend, came from a well-to-do family. She had told me how she didn't get to see her mother who died after delivering her, and so she doesn't joke with my mum. The first day I followed her home was the beginning of my daydream, lustful imaginations and so on. I had met face-to-face with her father, Doctor Vincent, and the founder of Eternacare Clinic. Soft gasps left my lips as I massaged my skin, staring back at my reflection through the mirror, admiring my body shape and how pretty I had become. ‘Now that I turned eighteen, and I'm graduating from high school soon with Aniston, if I make advances to him, he wouldn't hesitate to reciprocate, right?’ I thought, my lips gapping in wide smiles, while I whined my hips, pouting my lips and giggling to myself. Unlike a year ago, I now have boobs and well-curved hips. I wasn't flat any longer. I'd begun taking care of my hair just like my skin and the result was dope. I had no scars or spots on my face. My skin was flawless. But my stepbrother, Nick, had made all my efforts to be vain just a few days ago. He had approached me while I was returning from school. That day, Aniston had decided we would trek to my home first before her driver came to pick her up, and we happened to stumble into Nick. He'd tried to take some money from me like he'd always done, but Aniston kicked him and we ran away back home, only for him to return before me and beat the hell outta me with his father that day. I got bruises from their beating, and my mother couldn't even stop them, instead, she passed out. Since then, I hadn't been to school because I didn't want either Aniston or her father to know what I had been passing through in the hands of my stepbrother and stepfather. If Vincent, Aniston's father sees me this way, he would for sure not take an interest in me in the future, and could force his daughter to cut ties with me. For that, I decided to stay indoors until I was okay. Thanks to the moisturising lotion I had gotten before that incident, once the bruises healed completely, the lotion would do well to clear the scar from my body. I was already used to the abuse, and I looked forward to escaping from this hell with my mum, once I steal Vincent's heart and he takes me in. If my father hadn't abandoned me and my mum before I was even delivered, my mum wouldn't end up with a gambler and gangster as her husband just for survival's sake. After I dropped the cream, I took my hair brush, styled my hair and packed it into a ponytail…that was when I caught a glimpse of Vincent's business card in the drawer. My lips dropped open as I picked it up, and suddenly, I found myself grinning. I recalled sneaking into his office on that first day of coming to Aniston's house… I pressed the card to my chest, memorising everything that happened that rainy day. If Aniston hadn't urged me to stay over at her place because it was raining, I wouldn't have ended up falling for her dad. Such a pity…I was going to betray my best friend. But that man looked me so deeply in the eyes as if searching for my consent to suckle on my lips. Just his thumb which caressed my ear made my mouth water. He dried my hair so carefully, the scent of an antiseptic and cedarwood from him hit my nose like a slap. I gasped for more of it, his left hand laid casually on my shoulder while he dried my hair. When I looked up to his face, my heart was palpitating…our eyes locked against each other, and for some time, I thought the world was still. My body went stiff and I feared he would hear the sound of my heartbeat. As he left, I stared at his retreating figure, biting my lip so hard I thought it had broken; and for the first time, I saw my panties wet so much from whitish slippery liquids. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, and my n*****s hardened in my brassiere. All night, I couldn't sleep but thought about him. What if I sneaked out of Aniston's room and stumbled on her father downstairs? I promised not to wake her up with my moans if he bent me over and claimed me that night. He was the first man I crushed on—one I had this feeling for, and I vowed to myself to make sure it wasn't a waste even when I knew such feelings weren't right. So, I did well to sneak into his office and take his business card that night. I faked being sick several times so I could visit his clinic and sit with him. Dammit! He was so attractive. He was old enough to be my father, but was so good-looking than the young guys I'd come across. Every thought of him made my pùssy clench. I'd tried so many times to touch myself like I'd heard from my classmates, but I couldn't. I felt so guilty—so bad that I'd been doing to myself what Vincent was supposed to do to me. And as I stood there, facing the mirror with the card in my hands, my face had turned red, and a surging heat enveloped me. I dropped the card into the drawer and hit it shut, then reached out to the bed to dress up. ‘God, I missed his face, I missed his voice.’ I sighed and embraced my pillow after shifting aside my dress. ‘The way he looked at me like he knew what I craved.’ I craved him—my best friend's Dad, and there was nothing I could do about it. Even if it meant being Aniston's stepmother, I wouldn't mind. It's her father I yearn for, to take me, break me, do so many bad things to me. But my instinct wouldn't stop judging me… ‘How would I be craving a man old enough to be my father?’ ‘No way am I betraying Aniston by wanting her father…’ ‘It's a taboo. I shouldn't be feeling this way for him when there were so many young guys out there that would fit me.’ I shook my head and turned around to the other side of the bed. It's true, I shouldn't be feeling this way for Vincent. I didn't even know if he felt this way for me even though he looks at me somehow and that says a lot. But, oh God… My hard n****e rubbed against the pillow, sending a shiver down my body. I gasped and licked my lips so hard. My eyes went down to my n****e—hard and pointed. Fuck! Lustful heat pulsed between my thighs, and hot saliva filled my mouth. I loved that feeling, so I rubbed the pillow gently on my hardened n****e again and again. I continued it this way, until I could find my legs parted. My hips whined on the bed, and I bit my lower lips slightly. What if Vincent were here? He would just thrust me hard till I cried out his name. The thought of him clouded my mind while I fondled my boobs softly, his face flashed through my eyes. All I could imagine was myself under him, moaning relentlessly while he claimed every bit of me. My eyes were shut, overwhelmed with forbidden desire for my best friend Dad… But the door made a creaking sound and my body went stiff on the bed.