Loving Dad’s Best Friend

HER PROPOSAL

CHAPTER 2

“Are you out of your mind, Graciella?” Blake howled at me when I told him my idea. His eyes were the darkest and his voice so deep. He even swatted my hand on his arm as if my mere touch made him feel so dirty. He was never like this to me.

I admit that my idea was not the brightest. But, I couldn't think of a better way to convince him than this. I was a bit surprised about his reaction though and embarrassed too.

“Blake, can you just help me?” I pleaded. I couldn't give up now.

“Bullshit I never said I am a saint, but what the hell, Graciella. Do you ever think of me as a monster?” Blake expelled those words from his throat, together with a heavy breath. I have never seen him in a rage before. If I was not determined, I could have taken back all the words I said, but—they were out, I couldn’t take them back, without appearing like a fool.

“You do not understand—“ I wanted to explain but he cut me off with a sharp tongue and eyes that could kill.

“The hell I would, you are asking me to f**k you!” He breathed, gritting his teeth when he said, “You, Graciella! Of all people, for f*****g sake. I never expected to hear that offer from you. You are just 18 years old. f**k! And all you were thinking about was getting banged? And by an older man? What's insulting is that you want me--a man that was almost your father to take advantage and take away your innocence. Did you ever see me as a monster like that?”

I sighed and shut my eyes trying to control the heat surrounding my eyes from forming tears and when I opened them I glared at him and spoke with clenched teeth.“You are not my father, Blake. We have no blood relation at all."

Somewhat offended by what I said, he stilled, only for a few seconds, “You are just 18. Damnit!” he yelled at me.

“Nineteen in four months, and for your information, I am a late bloomer. Girls these days get laid as early as 16. I am almost 19, and I am trying damned hard to help myself.”

My eyes spitting fire as I glared at him and my chest rose up and down after my speech.

“Holy freaking s**t. Do you know what should happen to the men who touched young girls? They should rot in jail!" He said, mad and frustrated.

“Blake, it is not what you think. We ladies need s*x too," that was a fact that had been concealed for a long time because society hailed it unacceptable. "We crave flesh at some point in our life just like men. It is part of physiological needs that if not taken care of early, it could affect our well-being!”

Good thing I consulted an OB and Dr. Brianna was kind enough to explain how the human mind and body and hormones work and I googled the rest. I just needed this difficult man to cooperate. He knew there was truth in what I said, developing s****l tension could lead to more difficult mental problems, but that was far from my case. I was doing this to have an impossible shot of sharing his bed. But--he was getting more and more difficult than I thought, and I was getting more and more exhausted and ashamed.

“Fvking s**t it would. I am a man, I could last for years by jerking off. I didn't need a woman to ease my body heat. Masturbate if you must but for heaven's, sake, don’t jump into a man’s bed just to take away that heat.” Blake's mouth was foaming.

“Are you listening to me? What I have is a current need," I pursued my lips, in disapproval of what he said. Masturbate if I must--hah, "Good for you that you can jerk off... but you know that you are not telling the truth. I could give you the number and names of women you screwed in and out of your bed over the past five years. You have needs too, just like me.”

I sounded like a total biitch but it was not to worry about my reputation, it was only Blake who could hear me say those words.

He asked in a raised voice, “Are you spying on me?”

“Definitely not. But would I simply close my eyes when those were happening right in front of me?” I rolled my eyes, “Learn how to be discreet!”

Blake closed his eyes in his attempt perhaps to control his temper. He couldn't refute what I blurted out because it was the truth.

“Stop this nonsense, Graciella. You can never convince me. I will never take what you offered.”

“Fine. Suit yourself. I'm sure I can find someone else willing.” I provoked him.

I didn’t expect him to grab my arms and squeeze them tightly, I knew by tomorrow I would find purple spots on my arms. Blake was mad as hell, but I wasn't scared of him. He wouldn't for the life of him harm me intentionally. The slight aggression he was displaying at the moment was due to his raging anger. Anger that was not directed at me, but at the situation, I put him in.

His eyes which used to mesmerize me were blazing with rage.

“Graciella, do not test my patience,” Blake muttered with gritted teeth.

I gave a sarcastic laugh and then whispered, “Why? What lies beyond your patience? Will you turn into a beast and eat me whole?”

He stilled, but it was too fast. He recovered and gaze at me with raw anger. “This is not a negotiation. No way, I would be able to look into your father’s eyes if I dare give in to your idiotic whims. If you are horny, go take a cold shower.”

“Sure…or better yet, fvck the first man that would be willing to teach me everything I need to know about sex.”

“Graciella, you can’t jump to bed just like that. Someone can take advantage of you.”

Didn't I know that? In this day and age, s*x was part of the daily lives of both young and old, there were still those who took advantage of naive ladies like me. How did he expect I was still ignorant of this reality? His comment flat-out pissed me off.

“Exactly my point why I chose you. You could teach me…the way I should be. But—since you considered having s*x with me so loathsome…I will not force you. Now, let me handle my own needs.”

I strutted towards the front door but before I could reach the door handle, Blake was already at my back. He placed his hand on the door and there was no way I could open it. I wasn't successful in shoving him away, he was stronger than me and I was sandwiched by the door and him, behind me.

I could feel the heat emanating from him, despite annoyance and embarrassment I turned around and met his scorching gaze.

“Why me Graciella?” he asked with a serious expression.

I breathed out the air in my lungs and gulped the thickened liquid in my throat. I could smell his minty breath. I had to stop myself from jumping on him and confined him in my arms and never let go until he give in to what I wanted.

But—first things first, he had to hear my reasons, and I was willing to give them all to him. With my back pressed on the door and his warm body in front of me, I looked up and gaze at his eyes directly.

“I trust you--" I paused and breathed air in, "I know you have the right skills to teach me everything I need to know about sex.”

His adam's apple bobbed up and down and his eyes darkened at my directness. He expelled a shaky breath and looked everywhere but me. I didn't know if my eyes played a trick on me but I somehow saw his body tremble. With his arms pressing the door behind me, we were a ruler away from each other. Very close but our bodies were not touching, nonetheless, the tension between us had almost crystallized.

I breathed out and continued, “Second, I’ve heard horrifying stories from my friends, about their first time. I didn't want mine to turn into trauma. I wanted to enjoy it, be mesmerized by the man I had chosen to be my first. My gynecologist gave me the order to touch and pleasure myself but I didn't know how to do it right. I always ended up more frustrated than before. It's the burning heat inside me that I needed to find ways to release but was too ashamed to pleasure myself. I need someone to break me in, make me enjoy my body, as I am supposed to, be confident with it, find pleasure--” cleared my throat. God, I so hated myself for going into details. But--I must proceed.

“Now after telling you this and you still refused to understand, get the hell out of my life, because there was no way you could help me through lectures. I need to get laid, and if you will not cooperate. f**k off!"

The myriad of emotions I saw in his eyes squeezed my heart-- anger, confusion, helplessness, defeat, and more. I hated myself for putting him through a very tight spot. But--there was no way I could convince him to cooperate with me and not reveal my true feelings for him at the same time. I was so sure I wanted him. I would never regret it and would treasure the night I would spend with him. I wanted him to be my first, and what else could be so satisfying but to share my body with the one man I so adored?

“We didn’t raise you—“

I cut him off this time, avoiding another preaching about rights and wrongs.“You are not my father, Blake. My father raised me. You helped him from time to time, but you are not my father. I am not a promiscuous lady, I am just finding ways to help myself.”

I hope I had convinced him enough, in an objective way. I didn’t want him to know that it was just him I wanted.

I could still see in his eyes another painful rejection coming, so when he placed his hand on his pockets while he stood still in front of me, I swung the door open in a hurry and ran away from his home. I didn't notice that it was raining so hard, that after a few seconds the heavy rain soaked my hair, clothes, and shoes.

I slowed down after I exited the gate.

I had walked a few distances not bothered by the rain. I needed a few moments of silence while I let tears cascade on my face. The liquid cascading was a combination of cold rain and warm tears. I was a total mess. I didn't stop walking even if I saw the glare of a car headlight flashing repeated behind me.

I continued to step forward, head down.

Then I heard a honk, a repeated noise coming from a car horn but still, I didn't mind it. It was only a twelve-minute walk from Blake’s home to our home, I was drenched, it wouldn't get worse than this.

All of a sudden, I felt like floating in the mid-air. I was lifted from the ground and carried like a sack of rice effortlessly until we reached the car.

Who would dare carry me like this but Blake himself--

“Put me down!” I wiggled my body in an attempt to escape from his arms.

He opened the car door and placed me in the shotgun seat.

“The hell I would!” He barked. I could still feel his anger. He was so infuriated, that was crystal clear.

In my mind, Blake didn't have the right to feel that way. It was still my body, it remained my right what I did with it. I just asked him if he could help me. He could be understanding and talk me out of it in a pleasant way, but he chose to act as an authority, like a father or uncle he never was.

Blake made me feel ashamed of everything I divulge, whereas I gave him only some objective insights. What more if I told him about how I feel about him? He might be throwing a fit, shaming me even more.

He placed me inside the car and wrapped me up with a towel and robe. He dried my hair using another towel before he locked the seat belt. He circled the car and slid himself behind the steering wheel. He was as drenched as me, his white v-neck t-shirt clung to his body like a second skin.

My throat runs dry as I fully absorbed how gorgeous as f**k he appeared.

Damn!

Even on drenched clothes and hair dripping with water, the fuckability factor of the man never wavered.

After drying his hair with the same towel he used to dry mine, Blake stepped on the gas in silence, oblivious of what was going on inside my head.

The awkward silence continued until we reached home. He stopped right in front of the covered pathway, ensuring that the rain wouldn't drench me again.

Blake grabbed my wrist before I opened the door, “Graciella, please look at it from a different angle. You don't lose your v-card from a wild card draw.," he placed a finger to support my chin, so I could look him in the eyes, "One day you’ll find the man that will love you. He will surely be proud that you had waited for him.”

I silently prayed that if the world would come to end, let it be now. Right here, right now, because I didn’t want to hear more preaching and rejection from him. I think I have overdosed on shame already for one night. I couldn’t take more.

It took my remaining energy to plaster a sweet smile onto my face, in a way telling him that I perfectly understood him. He was still saying something but my real self had retreated inside my mind, as my way to handle the rejection. True enough, I could no longer hear his painful words, though he mean well, I have my own agenda, and nobody could make me change my mind.

“Time to go--,” I said after he was done talking.

As if on cue, the front door opened and my father hurriedly approached the car. He jolted the door open and his eyes opened wide when he saw both Blake and I drenched from the rain from head to toe.

“How come both of you are so wet?” Dad asked curiously.

“I had to go down the car and check if there was a flat tire. I will have the car checked tomorrow just to make sure,” Blake reasoned. We both knew it was a lie.

"And you sweetie?"

"I was walking down the road when Blake found me," I replied.

Dad hugged me.

I slipped away from my dad's arms and stepped away from both of them, I didn't hear what else they talked about. My mind was already in the confines of my bedroom, particularly in the shower room.

When I reached my room, I stripped the wet clothes off my body and went straight under the shower. I let go of tons of tears to at least clear the heaviness inside my chest. I cried in silence.

I failed to convince Blake tonight, but I couldn't stop. No matter how much his rejection crushed my heart, I couldn't stop.

Not when his time with us was limited. We only have a few weeks left, I would make sure within that period of time, Blake would give in. He had to agree to my proposal.

If he cared for me, he would agree.