Page 4 of My Dad's Best Friend

“Come on in,” John says. “Let’s get you a beer and you can tell us all about Germany.”

“I was in many countries,” I say, straightening myself and keeping my bag in place. “But Germany wasn’t one of them.”

“Then tell us about the rest,” he laughs.

Marie turns away from us, leading the way, and I can make out the curve of her ass and the lining of little white panties against it. I want to pull them off with my teeth.

I wonder if she’ll look this beautiful when I fill her with my seed, make her ripe with my babies. I wonder if she’ll be one of those women who gets bigger in all the right places. It doesn’t matter. I already know that I’ll want her no matter what state she’s in.

She is the woman I’ve been looking for. She is the one who I’ve been celibate for all these years, waiting to come into my life. She is the one I’m hungry for.

Three weeks. Three weeks house sitting and keeping an eye on Marie while her parents are away, and I’m supposed to keep away.

No, there’s no way. I value my friendship with John. He’s always had my back and I’ve always had his, but this isn’t something that I can play a friendship role with. I need her. His daughter is mine, whether he likes it or not. And once I push my seed into her and watch her grow ripe with my child, and John sees his first grand baby—well, if he hasn’t accepted it by then, he will when he holds his grandson.

I know where the guest room is, and make my way there to put my bag down and settle my hard on. I push against it though my pants, as if touching myself will help.

Marie is setting the table with Kath when I come back downstairs to join my friend’s family.

“Let me get you a drink,” John says.

Kath passes me, putting her hands on my shoulders and pushing herself onto her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek on her way to the kitchen. “Hi, Conner.”

“Hey, Kath,” I say, seeing the similarities between her and her daughter. I always knew John had married out of his league, but it wasn’t until I saw Marie that I knew just how far out of his league. Kath was a good-looking woman, never my type, but anyone who could make something as gorgeous as their daughter must be a touch divine.

“Beer?” John presses on. “Scotch? Coke?”

“Beer,” I say. “Haven’t been able to get enough of the local stuff since I came home.”

I sit at the table, despite usually preferring to stand. Watching Marie move about the kitchen like a pixie, her dress flowing as it dips low, but not low enough to show the top of her breasts, is enough to get me hard again, erasing my efforts in the privacy of the guest room. Watching the cloth come up just under her ass as she reaches for glasses in the cupboard is a painful reminder of my abstinence by choice.

I have always imagined that I would happily let everyone know when I found her, the one, that she was mine, by whatever display it took. I didn’t factor in that it would be my oldest and best friend’s daughter who would be getting my dick to jerk under the table.

I can’t trust myself to talk without betraying my growing need for Marie. So, I keep silent for the most part, using only one-word answers in response where I can until John gets the hint and begins filling me in on life in the southwest while I’ve been gone.

The family settles at the table around me, Kath and John taking the two heads of the table while Marie faces me. Dinner and a show.

Watching her eat is an erotic sight to say the least, the way her tongue reaches out to meet her food before she lets it into her mouth, like she needs to be assured it’s worthy of entering her. Good girl. Her body is a temple. And I’m the only one worthy. She won’t think twice before letting me in her mouth, into her body. And I intend on filling every part of her.

Her gestures and motions are almost dainty, like she truly intends to examine anything that goes into her, questioning it. It dawns on me. She’s a virgin. She has to be. No woman who has had a man in her the way she needs one would be this gentle with what goes inside her.

The thought that I could be the one to take her cherry, to be the first to push into her tiny, womanly frame was almost enough to make me explode in my jeans. I almost excuse myself to splash some cold water on my face in the bathroom, but think better of it. There’s no way my erection is going to go unnoticed.

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