My Father's Best Friend's Secret Baby

by Jamie Knight

  “Looks like your rabbit food is starting to shape up,” he said, teasingly.

  I laughed, putting the last few tomatoes that I had finished chopping into the bowl. He was such an incredibly sexy man. I got so caught up in the moment that, before I knew it, I was reaching around him, getting ready to hug him.

  Right before my arms made contact with him, I stopped. But it was too late for him not to notice my arms so close to him. So, I pretended to be reaching for the pitcher of iced tea that I had brought out. I grabbed it clumsily, almost spilling the entire pitcher all over him.

  I poured some into a glass, my hands shaking nervously. I gulped it down, moaning as if I was quenching a howling thirst.

  “Wow,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “I guess I didn't realize how thirsty I was.”

  I hoped that he wouldn't be clued in to the fact that I was indeed so thirsty that I almost threw myself at my dad’s house guest who is probably like twice my age.

  When I leaned over to put my glass back on the table, my body brushed against his. I saw him shift away from me, but not in a way that said that he didn't like the feeling. In fact, I got the strong feeling that he really liked having my body so close to him. That thought definitely sent chills up my spine.

  Something deep in my heart told me that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. But, something else told me that he was too much of a gentleman to make the first move.

  I knew that I had a lot to think about. And some big decisions to make if I had any hopes of getting what I wanted.

  Chapter 13

  Bradley

  “Oh my God, you're so hilarious,” said Natalia, collapsing in a fit of giggles at the table at something I had just said.

  Dinner had been amazing, not so much because of the food. The food was okay, but nothing spectacular. But it was refreshing to have dinner with Natalia—and just talk to her. We talked like we had known each other forever.

  I told her about my life while in the Air Force and what it was like before going into the service. She told me about how nervous she was, deciding on what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. It was interesting, watching her. I noticed that the color had drained from her face as she started talking about what her father expected of her.

  While we talked, I kept thinking about how strong of a connection that we had, how easy it was to talk to her. I knew that it wasn't something that I was imagining. I was sure that she felt the same thing that I was. Or maybe that's just what I told myself, so that I wouldn't feel so disgusting about entertaining taboo thoughts about my best friend's daughter.

  “Sorry to have talked your ear off,” she said, leaning away from her plate. “But, it's nice to finally be able to talk to someone who can give me an unbiased opinion. Or, at the very least, someone that I can vent to. So, thanks for that.”

  “No problem at all,” I said. “It's been nice, sitting here and talking to you. You're a great conversationalist.”

  “Thanks,” she said, putting her hand on mine. I felt a surge like electricity course through my body just from feeling her touch.

  She stood up from the table and stripped off her sundress, revealing a low cut string bikini. My mouth fell open before I had the chance to stop it. My mind was blown by how good she looked.

  She looked like she could have been a center-fold for Sports Illustrated. I tried my best not to stare so that I wouldn't creep her out, but I was really impressed by her form. Her tight, milky skin was so smooth, almost shimmering under the light of the setting sun.

  “You up for a swim?” she asked, turning toward me, her hands on her hips.

  “I, uh, I don't think that I'll be swimming just yet,” I said. “I need to wait until my food settles a bit.”

  She frowned, her nose scrunching up. She looked cute even when she was displeased.

  “Boo, you're no fun,” she said. “Well, maybe you can join me in a little bit.”

  I lied, telling her that I would think about it, but went and sat in a chair that was closer to the pool. She shrugged and walked up to the stairs leading into the pool. She put a foot in the water, yelping as the cold water touched her skin. She eased her way into the water and soon had gotten used to it and was floating through the water effortlessly.

  “Are you a good swimmer?” she asked.

  “Not particularly,” I said. “I've always been better in the air than in the water. That's why I decided to go with the Air Force and not the Navy.”

  “Wow, really?” she asked.

  “No,” I admitted. “If a Navy recruiter had found me first, I totally would’ve been a sea dog.”

  We both laughed at that. Even though it was a joke, it was one that had a lot of truth to it. I had taken the first opportunity that I could, to get out of my home and small town. And I was grateful that things had worked out the way that they did because it had all lead to me meeting James and now here I was, enjoying time with Natalia.

  “Well, I've been swimming my whole life,” she said, leaning back so that she could float in the water. “My mom put me in swimming classes when I was little. She said that she wanted to make sure that I was prepared in case I ever needed to know how to swim. A lot of the things she did was to prepare me for all types of situations. Even though I haven't needed to swim to safety or anything, I have had lots of fun on Spring Break and at pool parties. Although, I'm not sure that she put me in swimming lessons for those purposes.”

  She dove under the water and swam from one end of the pool to the other. She looked so heavenly in the water, her thick, flame-colored wet hair clinging to her body looking like vines.

  I wondered how long I could keep up the lie about needing my food to digest before she started trying to get me to join her in the pool. The truth was that my hesitation in getting in the water had nothing to do with me being full. We had sat and talked for so long that my food wouldn't have caused any problems with my being in the water. And I was actually an excellent swimmer, so it wasn't that, either.

  The real truth was that I didn't want her to see my scars. I wasn't prepared to have her look at me with pity. Or worse, I didn't want her to recoil in disgust. So, I made myself okay with sitting in a chair on the side of the pool watching her enjoy her swim.

  And what an amazing sight of fucking perfection she was. The way that she glided through the water, her gorgeous frame like a swimsuit model’s, was mesmerizing. It was hard to keep my eyes off her. I wanted to reach out and touch her so bad.

  I imagined what it would feel like to have my arms wrapped tightly around her body, to pull her close to me, to share another kiss with her.

  And my dick started to stiffen at the thought. Fuck. Not this again. It appeared it wouldn’t be satisfied until it got what it wanted: Natalia.

  Chapter 14

  Bradley

  “It's been enough time for your food to have digested,” Natalia announced. “Are you sure you don't want to come in for a little swim? The water’s feeling really great.”

  I smiled at her appreciatively.

  “No, I'm good,” I said, shifting uncomfortably in my chair. “I'm just going to hang out here today. Maybe I'll join you another time.”

  She pouted again, frowning in frustration.

  “Bradley, I thought that you would be more fun than that,” she said, wagging her finger in my direction. She waded over to the stairs and stepped out of the pool. The water cascaded off of her beautiful, slender frame. The water flowed down her cleavage like rivulets. My eyes were glued to her breasts as she walked in my direction, her nipples hard underneath the tiny bikini that looked like it was going to burst from holding onto her breast so tightly.

  “You sure you're okay?” she said, standing over me. “You look really uncomfortable.”

  Her eyebrows were crumpled as a look of genuine concern covered her face.

  I looked down and saw that my penis was standing at full attention inside my pants.

  “Oh my God,” I said, thor
oughly embarrassed. “I am so sorry.”

  I felt betrayed by my body. I had been so turned on and focused on watching her that I hadn't even noticed that I was sporting a raging boner. I felt like the kid who had been caught trying to steal a cookie from the cookie jar.

  She looked at me, confused.

  “What do you mean? You don't have to apologize. I just thought that you might be more comfortable if the chair was in a better position.”

  She pointed at the chaise lounge that I was sitting on. I felt embarrassed yet again. It wasn't my boner that she was concerned about; it was whether or not I was comfortable sitting in the chair. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was bad enough that I was getting so turned on by just watching her. I didn't need to add to that by having her view me as an old perverted man.

  “Honestly, I didn't even notice it at all,” I told her. “I'm not even sure how to adjust it.”

  I reached down and started trying to pull the lever that was on the side of the chair. It wouldn't budge. And I wasn't sure which direction I was supposed to be pulling it.

  “Here, let me help you with that,” she said, leaning over to adjust the chair. “It can be a little tricky sometimes, but once you know how to work it, you'll have no problem adjusting it again.”

  My eyes were glued to her chest as she bent over. She pulled hard on the lever because it was stuck, each hard pull causing her breasts to jiggle. I held my breath as I waited for one of them to pop out of her bikini top.

  My mouth felt dry like I had a mouth full of cotton. My breathing became very shallow as I struggled to fill my lungs with enough air.

  She gave it one hard pull and the chair opened up, allowing me to have more room for my legs. I thanked her for helping me. She looked up at me and smiled, catching my gaze. I think that she noticed me staring at her breasts, but I wasn't sure.

  “I'm happy that I could help,” she said sweetly.

  She leaned in so close that I could feel her breath hot on my face. For a moment, I was sure that she was going to kiss me. But, she didn't. She just stood in front of me, so close that her nose almost touched mine.

  “M-me, too,” I stammered, swallowing hard.

  “If there's anything else that I can help with, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. I would love to help you in any way I can. Any. Way,” she said, emphasizing the last two words.

  Her voice had a gritty quality that I hadn't heard before. She sounded so seductive. It made me want to scoop her up in my arms and take her right there. I had to cross my legs to try to hide my rock hard dick that was threatening to escape from its home inside of my pants.

  She was so fucking sexy. Since I knew that I couldn't have her, I knew that I was going to have to figure out a way to get some relief for the boner that wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

  Once again, I didn't want Natalia to see the erection that I had, so I waited for her to walk into the house before getting up. It seemed as if this was starting to be the story of our time together—me trying to hide the boners she gave me.

  I waited a few beats after the door closed behind her before getting up myself. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, which probably wasn't very fast at all, as I hobbled without my cane, until I reached my room. I slammed the door and started pulling my pants off.

  Natalia. Her name, her face, everything about her permeated my thoughts. I grabbed some baby oil that was on the table next to the bed and laid back on the back, my penis reaching for the sky. It was so hard, I could see a single vein throbbing on the side of it. I cupped my hand around the head of my dick, feeling it jump in response to my touch.

  I wondered what it would feel like if her hands were on me. I squirted some baby oil into my hand and started gliding my hand up and down the shaft of my long, eight-inch dick. I closed my eyes, squeezing my shaft tightly. The only sound in the room was the hand moving up and down my dick, the slippery oil coating all as I rubbed.

  I pumped my hips, pretending that I was digging deep into Natalia's wet pussy. I imagined her moaning as I pumped, slowly at first, then I picked up speed. I pushed my dick through the fingers of my cupped hand, imagining a tight grip of her pussy walls and groaning loudly as I came hard. Milky, white cum flowed from the head of my dick, coating my hand. I laid there, waves of relief washing over me as my penis returned to its normal, mellow state.

  I felt so guilty having such strong, passionate thoughts about my best friend's daughter.

  But, at the same time, I couldn't deny the truth that I was so turned on by her. I had a thought of the dating app that I had downloaded that morning. It might be a good idea for me to try out the app and see if I could find someone that I might be interested in.

  Even if I didn't find someone that I wanted to marry, at the very least, I could find someone who could distract my mind from its hold on Natalia. I wasn’t supposed to be thinking of being with her—I needed to act my age and find a suitable woman to date.

  Looking down at the sticky mess all over my hands, I knew that messiness couldn’t mirror real life. It needed to stay in the world of fantasy.

  And, if I were being completely honest with myself, I probably wasn't going to open the app at all. Or if I did, the date would probably be a complete failure because there was no way I could get Natalie off my mind.

  She was the only one that I burned for. I didn't want anyone else but her.

  I was gonna need all the luck I could get.

  Chapter 15

  Natalia

  “Don't forget to bring my sweater. You keep forgetting it,” said Grace, on the other end of the phone.

  I whirled around and grabbed the sweater from off my bed. I had almost walked out without it.

  “I'm not going to forget it,” I said, trying to sound convincing.

  “Okay, good. See you soon,” she said cheerfully.

  I pressed the “end call” button on my cell phone and tossed it into the backpack that I was carrying before walking out of my bedroom.

  “Heading out?” asked Bradley.

  I hadn't noticed him sitting in the living room. He was looking at the classifieds in the newspaper.

  “Yeah, for a bit,” I said, brushing my wild hair out of my face. “I'm going to hang out with my friends Grace. You're welcome to join us, if you'd like.”

  I knew that Grace was going to want all the details about what had happened with Bradley. She would probably die of shock, though, if I brought him with me. But hey, that way, she could ask him all the questions that she wanted.

  I paused, thinking more about that. She would do more than just ask questions. She would give him the third degree and ask uncomfortable, embarrassing questions. I knew I wasn't ready for that.

  I still wasn't sure what was going to happen between Bradley and me, if anything. So, of course, I didn't want her ruining things by making it weird and making him feel more uncomfortable.

  I immediately wished that I hadn't opened my big mouth and invited him, but it was too late. The words had already left my lips.

  “No, that's okay,” he said, to my relief, while shaking his head. “I appreciate the invitation, but I'm sure that you and your friend wouldn't want some old man hanging around.”

  He made a face that made him look like an old man with no teeth, causing me to laugh hard.

  “You're not old,” I said pointedly. “You're seasoned, experienced. And experience is very sexy.”

  I raised an eyebrow at him and smiled, hoping that he would catch my drift. If he did, he didn't let on at all. He had done a remarkable job at refraining from doing anything with me, but I knew deep down that he wanted to. It was only a matter of time.

  “It's okay. I know I'm old,” he said. “But, I have some things that I need to take care of anyway. I need to find a job, so I'm spending the day working on my resume and finding possible positions that will work for me. You enjoy yourself, though.”

  I felt torn. Part of me felt relieved that he had turned down
my invitation to hang out with Grace, but another part of me wanted to spend the day with him. It’d been a couple of days since we grilled by the pool, and we had only had casual, jokey interactions since then.

  Actually, I hadn’t seen much of him. I had started to suspect that he was avoiding me, but he seemed honestly busy. Dad had said Bradley was jump-starting his life again. I definitely could relate to that feeling, and I knew my dad could, too, after everything we’d been through with Mom dying.

  I knew what it was like to feel overwhelmed and unsure, not knowing where to put your focus because everything seemed like just so… much. I was sure it was similar for Bradley, since he had been injured and lost his career and his whole life had changed, just like that.

  I thought about cancelling my plans with Grace just so that I could hang out around the house. But, I decided against it, thinking that it might be a good idea to talk to Grace to figure out a strategy for moving things forward with Bradley.

  Grace had always been great at giving me advice on what to do when it came to guys. I remember when I had a huge crush on Tommy Roberts during Freshman year. Tommy was head of the debate team at our high school and was class president. Everyone loved him.

  It was extraordinary because most of the people who were on the debate team were bullied and called names for being academic nerds. But everyone had a lot of respect for Tommy. It might have had something to do with his charismatic smile and dazzling personality.

  I remembered it all—there had been a dance coming up and it was the girls' turn to ask the guys out. I had never even been to a dance, let alone asked a guy out. Like many high school freshmen, I didn't know what to do.

  Feeling helpless, I had asked Grace what she thought that I should do. She devised a plan that was foolproof. Back then, I wasn't sure if she knew what she was talking about, or if her suggestions would work, but I figured it was worth a shot.