My Daughter´s Friend Of

Chapter 4

Ricardo Lombardi

I'm a damn son of a b***h! A selfish man who was in love with my daughter's friend. She was so beautiful standing there in the doorway in that white dress that made her look like an angel with the body of a little devil who kept tempting me, and how she tempted me.

Ever since I first saw her that morning, I had fallen in love with her. I didn't know how, but I found myself falling in love like a teenager, and it scared the s**t out of me .

After my divorce from Lara, no woman had caught my attention as much as she did. Not even Lara could shake me like that girl.

I remember it like it was yesterday, I was tired from a trip I had taken to Rio de Janeiro — okay, I went by car, it's close to São Paulo and everything, but the stress was so great that I felt like I was getting tired from the trip.

That day, I was sleeping so soundly that when I heard the doorbell ring, I groaned in frustration. I turned over again and covered my head. Then I got up, all pissed off, wanting to know who was ringing at that hour.

I leave my room and head towards the stairs, when I hear someone calling me. I turn around and see my princess.

— Good morning, daddy! — she comes and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

— Good morning, my princess! Do you know who rang the bell? — I asked, not wanting to go down. I was still sleepy.

— Ah, it must be Gabi! — she explains, shrugging her shoulders.

— Who is this Gabi? I don't know her, do I?

— She's my best friend. We studied together, and since my car wouldn't start, I asked her to come pick me up.

— I don't know her — I comment, more to myself than to her.

— Oh, not yet! It's just that she doesn't come here often.

— I understand. Well, I'll take your car to the mechanic later.

— Okay. s**t, my cell phone is ringing, I'll be right back!

I decide to go back to my room and try to sleep. That's when I get bumped into, and the person falls. That's when my heart stops beating and goes straight to my d**k.

Oh my God! This woman is so beautiful, she must not be the friend named Gabi that my daughter is waiting for. She is not a teenager, but a really hot woman . She would be the death of me. I practically go into shock when she looks up and I am hypnotized by her beautiful eyes. Who would have thought that this woman with the face of an angel would be my temptation from hell!

We stared at each other for a few minutes that seemed like hours and hours to me. If it were up to me, I would have stayed there looking at her, wanting to touch her face and her mouth. But first I needed to get her off the floor, and I decided to talk to her to see how she was doing, after all this angel was on the floor and looking at me.

— Are you hurt? — I ask, and she doesn't answer. Damn, I was getting really excited with the look she was giving me, and that wouldn't do any good. I wanted to pull her into my room and make her mine in every way. — Miss, is everything okay? — I try to talk to her again, but she's still silent. I reach out my hands to help her, it wouldn't look good for my daughter to pick her up off the floor and she'd still give me a good scolding.

When I finally touch her hands, I feel a slight shock, and I think it must have been my imagination playing tricks on me. I stare at her, mesmerized by her beauty. Lord, what lips were those?! Oh, how I was dying to lick and suck those lips, which must have been delicious. How I would like to feel her mouth and her entire delicious body, to know if it really was delicious. I hold her silky hands and imagine them touching my c**k. s**t!

— Sorry, sir, I'm fine! — damn, she said, and what was that voice? It was supposed to f**k me, that was the only thing that could happen! Now I was f****d. How I wish I knew what she was like in bed! Would she scream my name in that sexy voice while I f****d her in every way?

— Okay — I answer, wanting to stop having images of her on my bed on all fours and f*****g her in a very intense and strong way. Oh, God, how my fingers are itching, crazy to pull her hair and pull her to my mouth. — Sorry, I don't think we've met, do we? — I ask, curious and trying not to think of her being f****d in every room of my house.

— Damn, Gabi, we're late! — I was so distracted by this woman, and I discovered that she was actually my daughter's friend. My d**k shrinks at this news. The shock I feel is so great that we both quickly let go of each other's hands. Seeing her so close to me and I couldn't do anything tortured me, now I felt forbidden to desire a girl who was old enough to be my daughter.

— Hmm … so you’re Gabriella, my daughter’s friend? — I ask, still confused and also in shock. I can tell she was startled by what I said. By the paleness on her face, I don’t think she imagined I was her friend’s father.

— Yes, I am! I'm sorry, Mr. Lombardi, for running around your house like this! — she tells me, a little embarrassed, and I could see that her face had turned red. I saw that she blushed very easily and I liked that, even though I knew she was a danger and I couldn't stay around her for too long, otherwise I would say something stupid, and that wasn't good.

— No problem — I say, reassuring her, and I can't stop looking at this woman who was a mermaid and who had enchanted me.

Michelle comes running back and says something I don't understand. She pulls her friend, making us let go of our hands. I lose the warmth of her hands in mine. I watch her walk away from my sight, and all I can do is stand there watching them walk away. I notice Gabriella looking at me again and her lips part as if she were going to speak. I understand her. I was there desperate to take her away from my daughter, take her to my room and do whatever I wanted.

I go into my room and go to the window. I see them getting into my mermaid's car. They stand there for a few seconds and then leave. I go to the bedroom door and lock it. I go back to my bed, and there I pull down my shorts and take out my c**k, which is still very hard, and I start to jerk off for her. When I c*m, the image comes of her sucking my c**k and looking at me with those seductive eyes, and I c*m really hard.

Now I was really screwed. And it was like that for months, suffering knowing that she could have any boy and I couldn't be with her because he was an older man, and also because she was my daughter's friend.

I saw her more times than I wanted to, and it was always torture for me not to be able to touch her anymore. Much less did I trust her around me. Now, I'm looking at cameras months after our first date and seeing her there walking into my nightclub, wearing a dress that made my mouth water. But I couldn't do anything, just stare.