Loving My Best Friend's Dad(6)

I know. She is beautiful, even more so in person. Her eyes, hazel brown in the dark light, are like a doe’s, big and wide and innocent. She’s got this cute little button nose and lovely, bee stung lips that would drive a man crazy. Perfect for kissing and more. No wonder she’s attracting so much attention. But even though I’m struck by her beauty too, I’m not going to be like those assholes.

“Don’t worry about it,” I tell her. “It’s just the alcohol. Makes even the slimiest coward feel bold. Where are your friends? Did you come alone?”

She pauses for a moment, looking around.

“No, well, she’s busy right now,” she tells me. “I’m sure she’s around here.”

I can tell that she’s just saying that, and I don’t blame her. After all the douches who’ve come onto her, not heeding her words to stop, I can understand why she would be cautious to say that she’s here alone.

“That’s not a very good friend,” I tell her.

“Oh I’m not too worried. Our hotel is just around the corner, and I’ve only had one drink. I don’t think I’m even all that drunk right now. I might just head back,” she says a bit sadly. “There’s a lot I have to do.”

“Was this supposed to be a special occasion? I can’t imagine you’re dressed up so beautifully just for a casual Friday night.”

At this, she blushes, pleased. I can see the way her eyes look at me, with fire and heat. It makes my cock harden, knowing how much she wants me, wants this. The bar is crowded and full of people, and we’re pushed together, but she doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

“It was supposed to be for my birthday,” she says.

“And how’s your birthday been so far?”

“It-It could be a little better. We had all of these plans in place and now it’s out the window. I didn’t expect to be home in bed by eleven, but I feel sort of foolish just standing here alone.”

“Why don’t we celebrate together?” I ask her.

She pauses for a moment, and I think maybe she’ll say no. She seems the kind of person who likes to be in control, who keeps things guarded and close to her chest. But then something changes and she nods.

“I’d like that,” she says softly at last.

“Good,” I tell her. “Because a woman as beautiful as you shouldn’t be alone on her birthday.”

She looks up at me, and damn, if my cock doesn’t just fucking twitch in my trousers. There’s something so innocent and alluring about this woman. The way she’s doesn’t seem to play the game is so refreshing. And I want to know more, I want to see what’s under that carefully controlled facade. I want to show her how good it can be to let go with me. Because my gut tells me she’s inexperienced in bed, and I want to be the one to show her how amazing it could be, how fantastic. I couldn’t wait to sink into her soft curves, to have her wrapped up around me, her warmth tightening around my dick.

Tonight is going to be the best birthday, no the best night of her life. I’m going to personally make sure that that happens.





Emilia


I’m giddy, my heart thumping through my chest, my breath light and shallow, as we leave the club. I have no idea who he is, but I do know that he’s handsome with a capital H. Make that a capital everything, I decide as I sneak a peek at him in the elevator mirror. With his blond hair and piercing blue eyes, I’m not surprised that he’s drew glances from every woman in the club. There’s at least five other people with us in the car, some way more drunk than others. But not him. He’s cool and in control. I like that. Dressed in a tailored suit, with big shoulders and a square jaw, he’s the definition of male. I can’t believe that I’m going home with him. I honestly can’t. But Renee said I should live it up a little, and whoever this guy is, he’s got my panties melting with just a glance of his blue eyes. I can only imagine what he’s going to do to the rest of me.

You don’t have imagine though Em, you’re about to find out.

I sent Renee a quick message before I left, and she texted me back telling me to have fun. I take a deep breath. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.

As soon as we get into his limo (wow, I wonder just who he is to have one of these!), he kisses me, a rough, ravaging kiss that seriously kicks up the heat between my legs. He eases me back against the seat, his tongue sweeping across my lips, and I open them, giving him access. Our tongues touch and mingle, and I give way to him, surrendering control. I want this. I want him to show me what it feels like, to introduce me to the world of sexual pleasure. There’s an ache in me I’ve never felt with any other guy, a hollow feeling that’s begging to be filled, to be made whole.