Violet just turned 18 and she has a crush on her father’s older married friend, Harry, and he has a crush on her as well. He refuses to cheat on his wife, but what is his definition of cheating?
-Young girl, older man
An hour had passed and i wanted to touch him. He stood there in front of me with a smirk on his face and i knew he wanted to touch me too as his eyes kept drifting toward me. His arm was wrapped around his wife’s waist as my father spoke to them both about their dinner plans for the night. My father was oblivious to the fact that his friend, Harry, was checking me out, as he was directing most of his attention to his wife, Janine. Maybe Harry was looking at me because he was just being nice, maybe i was just daydreaming. Either way he was lovely and i wanted to see more of him. I stared at his green eyes, the way they glistened as the sun shined through the living room window. I imagined what he would look like shirtless, if he would just unbutton two more buttons on his shirt. The way he chewed his gum and his long hair made me only imagine him using his mouth for something a little more fun and how i’d pull his hair nice and rough because of it. He seemed like the type of man to enjoy that.
“This is my daughter, Violet.” My father said, making me snap out of my daydream.
Harry and Janine looked over at me.
“Nice to meet you.” Janine said politely, putting her hand out in front of her.
I hesitated for a moment before shaking her hand and giving her a fake smile. Harry didn’t do as Janine had and a part of me felt upset. I wanted to feel the warmth of his large hands.
I let out a soft sigh in disappointment.
“Today is her birthday.” My father added with a big smile on his face.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him before placing a soft kiss on my forehead as i rolled my eyes.
“Oh really? H-” Janine began before she was cut off.
“How old are you?” Harry asked immediately.
His British accent caught me off guard, making me feel things i had never felt before. He wanted to know my age. I believe he instantly felt strange asking as he scratched the side of his nose awkwardly and looked away for a second. Before i could speak, my dad opened his mouth and answered for me.
“She’s 18 today. My baby is all grown up.”
Harry put his hands in his pockets and looked down at the ground as i stared straight at him. Without even realizing that i was becoming lost in him, i glanced at Janine who was giving me a dirty look. I pushed my hair behind my ear and let out a soft cough.
“Um, i think maybe i should go upstairs. I have to get ready.”
My father nodded and i walked away quickly. As i rushed up the staircase i felt somewhat afraid. I had made a horrible first impression on Janine and now she probably thinks i’m in love with her husband. I wasn’t in love with him. I just wanted to feel him. Every single inch of him.
I walked into my bedroom and shut the door behind me, leaning back against it. My cell phone sat on my dresser and i rushed to grab it and call my friend, Destiny. I pulled up her name and hit the green button on the screen. After the third ring she answered.
“What’s up?” Her voice echoed through the phone.
“Des, oh my god.”
“What happened?” She sounded worried.
“Nothing, nothing. I just… My dad’s friend is over and he…” My voice faded out slowly as i didn’t know how to describe what i felt exactly.
“Spit it out!” She shouted before letting out a chuckle.
“His name is Harry. Remember David from freshman year? He looks like him, but he’s a grown ass man and i was staring at him and his wife-”
“His wife?” She asked.
I sighed, catching myself. What was i talking about? He’s a 20 something year old man who is married. He’s friends with my dad and i’m upstairs in my bedroom about ask my friend advice on how i can get him to fuck me. I’m in a complete daydream.
“I know… I don’t know what i’m talking about.” I groaned.
“How old is this guy? He’s your dad’s friend. He’s like 40?”
“No, he has to be 20 something. Maybe his late 20’s.”
I threw myself back onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. Destiny rambled on about something through the phone but i couldn’t help but keep thinking about his big hands. I wanted them to grab me and take control of me. I wanted them to hold me down.
My mind was in a weird place when i heard a creak at my bedroom door. I sat up and waited for someone to open it.
“Hold on.” I whispered to Destiny.
She instantly stood quiet and i waited bit longer before there was a soft knock. I groaned. My dad always had to interrupt me when i was on the phone. I stood up and made my way over.
“Dad i’m-” I opened the door and my mouth stood open as Harry stood there.
“Hi, love.” He whispered.
I tried to speak to tell Destiny i’d call her later but i couldn’t form any words. Instead i pressed the red button on my phone screen and attempted to place it in my pocket before dropping it on the floor. I didn’t bother to pick it up as Harry did it for me. He put the phone out to hand it to me and i stood staring into his eyes. As i took the phone from him the tips of my fingers brushed against his hand and i felt a rush.
“Why… What… Why are you… What happened?” I asked softly, brushing my hair behind my ear once more and looking down at the ground.
Harry smiled. I stared at his mouth and began dreaming of it hanging wide open in awe as i ride him harder than anyone ever has and i bite my lip. As i caught myself i covered my mouth with my hand and looked away.
“What did you call me when you opened the door?” He asked quietly.
“I… I thought… I thought you were my dad.” I answered hesitantly.
He chuckled softly and moved closer to me. He placed his right hand on my arm and brought the other up to my mouth slowly. His thumb pressed against my bottom lip and i gasped at the sensation. I had been waiting for this, for him to touch me, and i wouldn’t have had this moment any other way. I wouldn’t have asked him to touch me anywhere else.
His big hands. He’s touched his cock with these hands and who knows what else. His big dirty British cock. God, i am so dirty. My heart began to pound in my chest and i closed my eyes as the tip of his thumb entered my mouth. He moved even closer to me and leaned in to whisper in my ear as i began sucking on his thumb. His other hand moved to the bottom hem of my shirt and he snuck his hand underneath, making me gasp once more.
“Open your pretty little eyes, love.” He demanded, still trying to stay as silent as possible.
My eyes opened slowly and i was in awe as his face was only an inch from mine.
“Tell me again. Who did you think i was?” He added.
I knew exactly what he was doing, where he was taking this and i loved every second. We stood there in the doorway and i felt afraid that my father would walk upstairs, or worse, Janine. As i opened my mouth to speak, his hand trailed higher and higher up my shirt.
“I… I thought. I thought you were my dad.”
“Who?” He asked knowingly.
“My dad.” I replied once more.
His eyes were locked on mine and his breath hit my face. I wanted to kiss him. I had to taste him. Even better, i wanted him to taste me. I wanted him to taste my youth. I wanted him to feel like a dirty man, cheating on his wife with a young girl.
“What did you call him when you were a little girl?” He asked.
My legs began to quiver and i could feel my panties soaked between my legs. Something took ahold of me and i felt myself becoming bad.
“Daddy.” I said in a childlike voice.
Harry bit his lip and shook his head in amazement. He sighed and i felt the tips of his fingers pitter patter against my stomach.
He stared into my eyes, almost as if he refused to look away, as if he would die if he did so. He leaned in closer and rested his forehead against mine, still not moving his thumb from my bottom lip. Harry was such a tall man and i was such a little girl, he was leaning completely forward. I knew the feeling brought him dominance and i loved it.
“Say it again.” He begged.
I opened my mouth and began rocking my body back and forth before standing on my tip toes begging him to move his hand into my pants and touch my wet pussy.
“Daddy…” I said before i bit down on his thumb gently.
“Good little girl.” He was unsettled as he spoke.
The tone of his voice let me know that he couldn’t hold back any longer. I was going to kiss him and show him that i’m not the little girl he thinks i am. I shut my eyes and leaned forward, hoping he would move his hand away so our lips could meet. When he didn’t, i was shocked. He let out a smug laugh and pulled his hand out from beneath my shirt. He grabbed ahold of my chin with the hand that was once placed against my lips and moved in, his lips nearly meeting mine, before placing a soft kiss on my cheek. He pulls away and grins.
“I’m a married man. You can’t be kissing married men, love.”