Falling For My Father's Best Friend

Moving in with him

“Alora, guess who just called me some minutes ago?” My father asked me that evening, a large grin playing on his face..

I bit on my lower lip trying to make up a response, but he cut in before I could say anything.

"Quan!" He announced, clicking his fingers in the air.

I turned to face Dad, curious, "What did he say?"

Dad let out a soft chuckle, strolling across the living room to join me on the couch.

“He wants to know if you’d be interested in interning at his company. There's a vacancy at his company and he thinks you'll be a right fit"

Joy surged through me as I tried to process Dad's words

Quan was my father’s best friend who had been around, all through my childhood. He moved away to another state last year and set up a top architectural firm.

Now, he was asking me to run my internship program at his company.

That meant one thing—this was my one chance to get close to Quan, beyond the prying eyes of my father.

"Dad, do you mean this?" I squealed, jumping in excitement as I grabbed Dad's hands.

"That's not all" My father laughed, "Quan has even offered to exclusively groom you through the period of the internship and also offered you free accommodation at his estate."

I went wild with happiness.

Finally, my dream of getting closer to Quan was playing out. Quan had grown to be more than just my father's best friend—he was my childhood crush, a secret I would never dare to let my Dad know.

I had nursed a huge attraction on him ever since I was a teenager. There was something about him that made me to get wet for him. Something that I just couldn’t control and it made me to go wild whenever I was around him.

My face flushed as I recalled my conversation with dad earlier.

"You'll be leaving tomorrow as Quan wants you to resume work immediately. Your flight has been booked"

Everything was happening so fast!

When I went to my room, I spent a while in the shower, imagining what it would feel like to share a bathroom with Quan. It was not possible, yet I loved to let my thoughts wander astray, especially when it came to him.

I stepped out of the shower. A thrill ran through me as I grabbed my towel from the rung behind the door and wrapped it around my chest.

I shared the house with Dad and his wife, Lisa, who was technically my stepmother. Only a few months earlier, I became overwhelmed with the sudden desire to leave home.

"You are fast becoming a woman" Lisa would always tease me whenever I hinted that I needed freedom away from home.

Lisa couldn’t wait to see me leave, although she pretended to like me whenever dad was around.

I tiptoed across my bedroom, water still dripping from my hair and I stood in front of my large bedroom mirror.

Quan had gifted it to me on my 16th birthday.

"This is for the days you need an extra reassurance to see how beautiful you are!" He had said.

I remembered everything.

How could I ever forget how my father's best friend, Quan, was the man behind most of my crazy ass fantasies?

I let the towel drop to the floor and a satisfied smile spread across my face as I watched my reflection in the large mirror.

My body was banging!

It was the type of body that never failed turn the necks of people wherever I went to.

My large boobs were my prominent features and they never failed to catch the attention of men at my school. With my petite figure, they easily stood out on my body.

I ran my eyes all over my body and a sudden stirring rose within me.

I missed the touch of a man!

My body throbbed as it dawned on me that I wasn’t giving it what it deserved. The last time I had had s*x was over three months ago when Chris, my boyfriend, came over to my city, booked a hotel and made love to me for hours.

Now, as I ran my wet palms over my boobs, I smiled at the opportunity to visit Chris again.

"Distance can never stop me from having my way with you" Chris always said this to me until he stopped visiting regularly.

My n*****s hardened.

I did a little happy dance in the mirror wriggling my waist, relieved that he shared the same city with Quan.

This way, I would even be closer to him and wouldn’t have to depend on my s*x toys anymore to ride myself to orgasms again.

I stood at the mirror for a while, oiling my body and imagining myself in the arms of a man, naked.

This time, it wasn’t Chris.

I was thinking about Quan, Dad’s best friend. I just couldn’t help it. He dominated my thoughts. It was insane that I was attracted to a man who was more like a brother to my father, but there was nothing I could do to stop myself from falling even harder for him each time I thought about him.

I went to bed that night, imagining what it would feel like to have Quan's face in between my thighs, sucking away at my feminine juices until I felt a small tap on my shoulder.

I blinked, my eyes opening.

I was still on my bed, but a figure loomed over me.

I rubbed the back of my hand against my eyes, trying to get a better view of the figure in front of me.

Soon, the figure took shape.

It was Quan.

The realization hit me with a force and I let out a half-yell, surprised to see him.

“Quan?” I called out.

He nodded. Then, he placed a single finger over his lips, motioning that I should remain quiet.

My head bobbed and I eyed him. How did he get into my room, I wondered. Didn’t he live in another state? How exactly did he suddenly show up in my room right when I missed him?

Thoughts swarm into my head and I sat up on the bed. I watched as he went around to the other end of the room, locked my bedroom door and headed towards me.

My eyes widened as I realized

what was about to happen.

Rather than worry, I felt a different emotion bubbling up within me.

Happiness!