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Oakley
I slide open the patio door to Vayda’s house and let myself inside. It’s been like this ever since we were six years old, and I climbed over the short fence to meet the new neighbors. Vayda and I are more than friends, we’re more like sisters. I know this is cliché, but it really feels that way. When Vayda’s dad divorced her mom four years ago, my mom became Vayda’s surrogate mom whenever her mom wasn’t around.
“Vayda!” I call out and start searching for her throughout the house. I peek into their living room, but there’s no sign of her, which sucks because I need to talk to her. I didn’t hop the fence for nothing in these fuck-me-heels. Before I go on my date with Andrew tonight, I need an honest opinion about whether or not this leopard print dress makes me look slutty.
Andrew is in one of my college classes. He has some Latin in his background, which apparently makes him hotter, according to the other girls who crush on him. However, I’ve always preferred older men. They're usually more mature, and there's just something about a man who has his shit together that checks all my boxes.
Take Vayda’s dad for example. Mr. Brandon—or Levi—as I started calling him since I turned sixteen—is the perfect man. I started noticing him a few years ago as more than just my best friend's dad. He'd join us for a swim in their pool, and I'd watch the trail of water sliding down his sculpted chest and abs. Not only is he insanely attractive, but he’s sweet and funny—the full package.
Another quality I've noticed is how he's such a great dad, and after his divorce, he made sure Vayda was cared for and didn't get put in the middle of it all. Levi is always helping others, which is another quality I find so damn sexy. He's a handyman and is continuously fixing things for the neighbors for free. He works in his backyard a lot, which I can see right from my bedroom window.
He has a gravelly, deep voice with an Irish lilt. Honestly, every single time he says my name chills run down my spine and hits the apex of my thighs with a big whack. I’m not ashamed to admit he’s been the star of my many fantasies for the past couple years, but given he’s almost twice my age and my best friend’s dad, it’s only ever been a fantasy. Which is why I’m going on this date with Andrew tonight. To society, it’s a much more practical.
I reach the landing and head toward Vayda’s room when I hear the shower on the other side of the hallway. It’s the middle of the afternoon, a strange time to take a shower, but then again, Vayda has been known to do strange things. Like when she decided it’d be a great idea to wax her eyebrows an hour before the prom. Needless to say, it was a fucking disaster. She pulled it off by wearing fabulous sunglasses all night and telling everyone it was part of her outfit.
A grin tugs at the corner of my mouth as I shove open the bathroom door. I close the door behind me and tiptoe toward the shower around the corner. I’m going to scare the shit out of her. We're close, so I know she won't even mind me being in here instead of waiting for her in her room.
As I round the corner my breath catches in my throat, my pulse starts to race and desire coils low in my belly.
Vayda isn’t in the shower. Levi is.
I can’t tear my eyes away from his gorgeous, naked body. His muscles are hard and defined, chiseled to perfection. I know Levi doesn’t work out. He doesn’t need to. That’s the result of hard physical labor.
My breathing starts to accelerate as I watch the water cascade over his back before it trails over his perfect ass. Carved like a statue of God.
I should get out of here before he sees me, is the first thought that comes to mind. But I can’t seem to move a muscle. My nipples strain against my flimsy lace bra I’m wearing under my dress.
Levi’s neatly trimmed brown hair looks black under the constant stream of water. His jaw is dusted with a few days worth of scruff. I find myself wondering what it’d feel like against my face, and more inappropriately, between my legs.
Liquid desire pools between my thighs and my clit throbs against the lace thong I have on as I struggle to back out of the bathroom slowly. I watch as his hand reaches for his cock and my eyes widen at the size. It’s thick and rock hard. I’ve only seen one from Thomas Myer, the guy who took my virginity. I find myself wondering what it’d feel like to touch a cock that big or if it’d still be velvety smooth?
What would it feel like to have a cock that big thrust inside me?
A shiver courses through my body at the thought. I can’t stop staring at him. It’s all so memorizing.
My mouth goes dry as he starts stroking himself. I bite down on my lower lip to hold back a gasp and think about what it’d be like to taste him there. The fact that I’ve been attracted to Vayda’s dad for the last three years have both intrigued and bothered me. He’s Vayda’s father for crying out loud, but I can’t seem to ignore it.
Especially now.
Levi’s very involved in Vayda’s life, especially since she lives with him the majority of the time. He always drove us around before either of us had our licenses, helps my dad in the yard when he needs it, and has even helped coach the football team at our high school. It was like he was everywhere all the time, and right now I’m watching my own fantasy come true.
I now fully understand precisely what hot and bothered means.
Levi moans deeply, and I watch as he tosses his head back with intense pleasure and a small gasp escapes me. Shit, he is so fucking hot.
I know I should excuse myself and run out the door and never come back, but watching Mr. Brandon touch himself is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My lips and throat go dry, and I find myself licking my lips with a desire I’ve never felt before.
My one time with Thomas had been a clusterfuck. We both fumbled through the preliminaries and even by the time he found my entrance, he was still fumbling like a rookie player. Of course, Thomas erupted like fucking Pompeii, whereas I was left bleeding and unsatisfied, promising never to put myself through that again.
Until now.
Completely transfixed, I watch the way he strokes himself. His grip tightens and focuses on the tip, his breathing rapidly increasing in short bursts as he drives himself closer to the edge. I let my eyes slowly travel up to face, so
I can to watch him come apart, and instead, I see he's watching me.
How long has he been watching me?
I bite my lower lip again, unable to draw my gaze away from his. His eyes are darker than their usual cerulean-blue, they’re almost sapphire blue from his evident arousal.
He hand doesn’t stop the motion of running up and down his cock as he watches me. I can feel my panties growing damp from the sight of Levi nearing his release, his eyes never leaving mine. His jaw ticks and I see the tightness in his throat as his release starts to build.
I want to climb into the shower with him. I want him to touch me like he’s touching himself, but I’m too absorbed in his pleasure to move. My breathing matches his, my body on fire as I watch him. The reason for coming over completely forgotten, the only thing on my mind is how fucking hot Vayda’s dad is.
I know how twisted that must sound, but he is. So goddamn sexy. I swear if I could turn back time, I would’ve given my left kidney for Mr. Brandon to be my first. But that boat has sailed, however, as for the one we’re currently in…
He grins at me, and my stomach does an Olympic qualifying backflip at the sight of his perfectly straight white teeth. His one hand is resting against the tiled wall as his other continues rubbing back and forth over his glorious dick. It’s slick from the water, and I want to taste it. His eyes are pinning me to my spot, his hands driving me fucking crazy as I wish I could touch him there.
2
Levi
Forbidden fruit is the first thought when I notice Oakley watching me jerk off. As my daughter’s best friend and next-door neighbor, she’s always been around. I’ve known Oakley since she was a little girl with frizzy, brunette pigtails.
The first time I noticed her as more than just a kid, she’d just turned sixteen and had started dressing more provocatively, making it quite hard not to notice her. Her parents hosted a backyard cookout to celebrate the milestone with some family and friends. She and my daughter had plans to party that night with some friends, however, when she came out revealing her outfit, it took everything in me to not tell her to change into something else. She wore a short, tight skirt that showed off her long, toned legs and a tank top that left nothing to the imagination. I immediately felt sick and perverted and drank myself into a stupor trying not to notice my friend’s fucking hot daughter.
Ever since that day, for three years, I’ve had to physically stop myself from fantasizing about her. Oakley wasn’t like other girls her age. She had a sense of maturity about her that had always intrigued me. It was hard not to notice the way she developed, delicious, intriguing curves that started to turn into forbidden desire.
I've made a conscious effort not to be alone with her, and now she's found me at my weakest. Our eyes meet, and I want to tell her to leave, or at least remove my hand from my dick, but I can't. Just the sight of her watching makes my cock grow even harder in my palm.
It’s pathetic how long have I’ve dreamt of touching her smooth, soft skin and kissing those rose petal lips. She just turned nineteen, and although she’s still my daughter’s best friend, she’s definitely no longer a kid, rather a young woman. I bask in her gaze, driving myself closer to the edge as she watches me.
Is it possible that she feels the same? Her bottom lip is being crushed between her teeth, her thighs are clenched together, and her breathing matches mine. Looks like Oakley enjoys what she’s seeing as well.
My eyes trail over her body and the leopard print dress hugging her curves makes me forget for a moment that she’s only nineteen years old. The black pumps make her at least three inches taller, making me itch to run my hands along those long, smooth legs.
I’m more turned on than I’ve been in years. I can’t think straight and don’t fight it. Following my instinct, I open the glass door of the shower and step out, my erection still very evident and hard. I expect Oakley to run, but she stays glued to the spot, her gaze never leaving mine. Her thick hair brushes against her cheeks; her forest-green eyes hooded as she anticipates my moves.
I can see the sweat beading on her upper lip and her nipples peeking through the thin fabric of her dress. She’s clenched her thighs so many times, her dress has ridden up and is now tightly hugging her hips. I take another step toward her.
The only sound in here is the shower running and our heavy breathing. Our gazes hold for what feels like an eternity before she finally releases her captured bottom lip. I lick mine in response and watch as she gasps softly.
