Fake Marrying Her Dad's Best Friend

by Alyse Zaftig

  When I look at him, totally bemused, he laughs. "It's an appetizer that comes with sweet chili sauce." He has a tiny sauce container, which he opens. He dips a spoon in it, just wetting the edge of it. "Taste." He guides the spoon to my mouth with a hand under it to catch anything that would drip. Something that could be really casual turns blazing hot as we make eye contact while he puts the spoon to my lips. I lick the sauce off.

  "Spicy!" I yelp.

  "It's Thai," he says. "What did you expect?"

  "I need milk," I say, fanning my mouth as if it will help, even though I know it won't.

  Jeff opens the fridge and pulls out a small half gallon of 2%. He pauses for a minute before taking out a bottle of port. "I'll pour you a glass." I watch as he pours the milk out into a small glass for me and grabs a generously sized wineglass for himself. He puts the milks away. He brings the bottle, wineglass, and my glass to the table. I gratefully accept the glass and pour it down to put out the fire. He pours a ton of red wine into the glass and drains the glass.

  "That kind of day, huh?" I ask.

  "Your dad is gone, and it was kind of abrupt."

  "But he had to," I say.

  "Yeah." Jeff fills his glass again. "It was chaos today. I really couldn't have stayed home." He stops. "You didn't call me today. How was Danny?" "He was an angel. No barf other than spit up when I burped him."

  "That's good," he says, finishing a third glass of wine. I didn't know that Jeff had an alcohol problem.

  "You're going pretty fast," I say.

  "Long day," he says as he pours the fourth glass of wine, but he doesn't drink any of it.

  "Anything you want to talk about?"

  "Anything that your dad normally does was on my plate, on top of what I normally do. Double-scheduled meetings were a nightmare," he says. "And my secretary tried her best to work with your dad's, but I was in three meetings at once at one point today." And there goes the fourth glass.

  "Your face is kind of turning red," I say.

  "Worth it," he growls before pouring out more wine. I'm kind of worried that he's going to pass out at this point.

  We lapse into silence as we eat more. I think that he should put something in his stomach if he's going to drink a bottle of wine that quickly. As soon as I finish the Pad Thai, I get up to get more milk before I dig into the Golden Purses with that spicy sauce.

  "God, I love the way that your ass moves when you walk."

  I freeze in place. I don't know if I should turn around. I don't know if he's so drunk he doesn't know what he's saying. I decide to keep going to the fridge and get more milk. I bring the half gallon to my place and pour enough to fill my glass.

  "Are you deaf?" he asks.

  I'm worried about how drunk he is at this point. "No," I say. "It's just inappropriate."

  He snorts. "You living in my house is wildly inappropriate. That bridge has already been crossed. Our neighbors are already scandalized."

  "But my dad wouldn't have put me here if he didn't trust you...and me."

  Jeff shakes his head. "I think his trust was misplaced."

  My eyes are as wide as they can get. I don't know what to do right now. I turn to the Pack n Play, where Danny has decided to stretch out and fall asleep. I can't use him an excuse to get away, and I'm still hungry.

  "Um, I don't know what to say to that."

  Jeff just shakes his head. He pours more wine. "I should shut up. In vino veritas," he says.

  How hungry am I? I feel incredibly awkward. "I should put Danny to bed," I say. My stomach growls, but I pretend not to hear it. I bend down to pick him up out of the Pack n Play, conscious of how he can see my ass right now. I walk upstairs with Danny. I feel bad about not picking up after myself, but I had no idea how to handle that situation. Jeff is my dad's best friend. I might have a stupid crush on him, but if I sleep with him while he's drunk, how would that change the situation? I'm living here for the next few months. One night of pleasure isn't worth three or more months of constant discomfort. "And I could never leave you," I say to Danny. "Not earlier than the end of the summer, anyway." I settle him very carefully in his crib. I turn on the baby monitor to make sure that I can hear when he wakes up in the middle of the night. I don't think that Jeff will be in any condition to handle Danny if he needs a midnight feeding. I turn the light off.

  As I leave, I run into a wall. A very warm wall. I tilt my neck back to look up at inebriated Jeff.

  "You're a natural at it," he says. "My dad doesn't think so."

  "After your mother died, he had a hard time but never asked for any help. If he seems critical, it's probably from some insecurity about how he raised you." Jeff hiccups a little bit. I wince. I have no idea how to handle my drunk neighbor. His tie is off. He's already unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

  "Cool. I need to go bed." I try to push past him, but his hand rests on my shoulder.

  "You're such a damn temptation," he says. I can desire blazing in his eyes. I close my own eyes. I shouldn't jump him tonight. He doesn't know what he's saying. I don't want to do anything that he'd regret. I'm completely sober.

  "You should go to bed."

  "Can you tuck me in, just like you do for Danny?" And he sways. I don't know if he's playing me, but I might as well help him into his bedroom. I drape one arm over my shoulders, which he uses lightly as we walk into his bedroom.

  "Here you go," I say, sliding away from him. He lurches forward and sits on the bed. He looks down at his feet. I can't leave him like this. I kneel before him and unlace his wingtips.

  "You look good like that, kneeling in front of me, your head near my knees." I feel my pussy clench at the visual of going down on him. But I know that I shouldn't.

  He puts a hand under my chin and tilts my face. "Do you want me?" he asks, far more bluntly than he'd ask me without the huge quantity of wine he's imbibed.

  "Not like this," I say with equal honesty. "You need to sleep it off."

  "Tomorrow, I'll think about all the reasons why I can't have you. Like you're too young. Your father is my best friend. You live next door..."

  "And I'm your nanny," I supply.

  "Yeah, that." He shakes his head. "I know all of those things, but they don't seem important right now." He leans forward and pulls me up to my feet. His hands lace around my neck and bring our mouths less than an inch apart. "But I'm sober enough to tell you that I want you, with or without the wine."

  What should I do?

  Chapter 10

  Butterfly Kisses

  Jeff

  Her mouth comes down on mine, as light as a butterfly landing on a flower. Sober me knows that I can't kiss her.

  But I am drunk. Right now, I'm balanced between being a good man and a bad one.

  I never promised to be an angel. My hands settle on her hips and draw her into my lap. Her thighs are on either side of my body. I can feel the sweet heat of her body touching my cock. We're still wearing clothes, but I'll fix that soon. I yank off her clothes, leaving her naked. Then I pull her into my arms so I can throw her on the nearest bed. I shed my clothing as quickly as I can before climbing in beside her. I pull the covers all the way off the bed so the only thing there is Elia. Me. A fitted sheet. Some pillows.

  I feel like a teenager having his first time. Elia sits up, grabs a pillow, and puts it over her chest, but I pull it away from her.

  "I want to see you," I tell her.

  Her pupils are dilated. She's breathing hard. I know that she wants this, too. I settle one hand on the juncture of her thigh and hip.

  "Do you want this?"

  "Yes," she breathes, even though she closes her eyes and there's a tiny tint of red to her cheeks.

  "Good," I say. I push her onto her back then. I kiss my way down her body before giving her a deep kiss with my tongue, playing with her clit. Her hips buck off of the bed. She's starting to roll from side to side, but I hold her hips in my hands as I lick her steadily. She's screaming before long, and if
I had the presence of mind to worry about my son, I would. But my entire world is right here, right now. Damn the consequences.

  I push a finger inside of her and hit her virginity.

  "I'm going to take this," I say.

  "Yes," she tells me, her voice very soft. She looks like she might pass out.

  "Baby, you'll want to stay awake. We're just getting started."

  With that, I pull her legs over my shoulders. I lean forward and press the tip of my cock against her softness, the softness that I was just worshipping moments ago as she writhed under my tongue.

  I slowly push the head in.

  "Holy cow, you're so big," she moans. I can tell that she's experiencing a little pain."

  "Breathe in," I tell her. "And out."

  She tries to control her breathing, but her muscles are going wild around me. I can feel my balls drawing up even though it's way too early for me to be coming. I put a hand around my own cock, tightening my grip as I guide the rest of my dick inside of her untouched body.

  I know that I've broken her barrier from the small sound of pain that she makes. But the scrunched up expression on her face leaves in a few moments. Then her mouth is open as I take her body again and again. She's pinned with her legs over my shoulders. I kiss her, shoving my tongue inside of her with the same rhythm as my cock.

  She half screams with another orgasm, but she can't move and it's muffled by my tongue. I grunt as I pour my seed into her.

  I roll so that we're on our sides. I wrap her in my arms and kiss her neck. She feels just right here, warm and loving. I fall asleep with her sweet vanilla scent surrounding me.

  Chapter 11

  Vanilla at Dawn

  Jeff

  Sunlight is searing my eyeballs. It's like being in the middle of a spotlight on stage. My head is throbbing and feels like it's made out of those fluffy cotton things my wife uses. I put my hand on her warm thigh. "Morning, gorgeous," I say, smelling her sweet scent. She doesn't smell like roses. She smells like vanilla. My eyes pop open.

  In my bed is a naked teenager.

  "Holy shit!" I say, jumping out of bed. I realize that I'm naked, too. Elia isn't up yet.

  My ass will be nailed to the wall if her dad ever finds out I slept with his baby daughter. I need to get out of here.

  My hangover is worse because of the regret. I remember now. She came over to my house because her dad didn't want to leave her alone while he went on a business trip. She normally stays with his sister, her aunt, but her aunt was out of town for some kind of swimming competition. And here I am, waking up next to my nanny and next door neighbor.

  I'm the dumbest person on the face of the planet. I think about it and realize that Elia could not have been drunk. A teenager doesn't get to sneak any alcohol, not in my house. Which means that she crawled into bed with me stone cold sober.

  I inhale, and I can still smell her vanilla scent. God, it's never been like last night before. Everything that I thought sex was...I felt everything at double the intensity. The look on her face as she orgasmed beneath me...that moment is going into my spank bank for the rest of time.

  And I can never have it again. I feel how cold my body gets at the thought. It might be summer, but it feels like the longest night of winter. A truly good man would never have had sex with her, but I already crossed the bridge. The best I can do is prevent us from compounding our mistake.

  "Morning," she says sleepily. "How are you feeling?"

  Confused. Surprised. Hung over.

  "You need to wake up," I say. "You should go back to your own bedroom. Danny will wake up soon, so you should get him a bottle."

  She turns away from me. "We're not in the army," she says. "And I'm going back to sleep. Maybe when I wake up, you won't be in nightmare mode."

  I'm an asshole, but I walk around the bed and strip the sheet off of her naked body. Oh god, I'm going to hell, but the sight of her bare breasts makes me want to climb back into bed with her. "You can't stay here," I say as sternly as I can.

  "Watch me," she says, sassy even when she's half asleep. She yanks the covers back up. I can see the smooth curves of her shoulders and the intriguing bite mark that's right in the valley of her breasts. I put that there.

  I go into the shower before my willpower breaks down and I go for another round. When I get down to my cock, I can see that there's a trace of red there. I hurt her last night. I turn off the water, reach out of the shower to grab a towel, and sling it around my waist.

  "Did I hurt you last night?" I'm not talking to her as a neighbor or her father's best friend. I'm asking as a lover.

  "Not more than I expected for my first time."

  I freeze in place. I took her virginity while I was drunk. There is a place in hell with my name on it. I'm sweating.

  "Oh God, I'm so sorry," I say wretchedly.

  "It was beautiful. Don't you dare take that away from me," she says.

  At least I didn't have whiskey dick. "I won't," I say. "But I shouldn't repeat it..."

  "You've already crossed the Rubicon. Is it any worse to keep sleeping with me, really? You've already done the deed." She lets the sheet slip down, revealing her luscious breasts. "Why don't you come back to bed?"

  If I climb back in there with her, I'm going to have to admit that I want her. But I already knew that. I already know that, so I push aside my better judgment and get back in bed.

  "You smell nice," she says.

  "It's my shower gel," I tell her. I kiss the bite mark that I left in her cleavage. I begin to bite and suck on her breasts. She moves restlessly against me, arching her back as her breathing grows harsher and harsher. I don't need to be at work until 10 AM. I have the time to kiss my way down the center of her body, sticking the tip of my tongue into her belly button. Her hips jerk hard enough to give me a concussion. Her head is moving from side to side and I'm not even between thighs yet. I pin her spread thighs against the bed before sucking on her clit.

  She screams as soon as I touch her there. The way that her muscles are moving, I know that she's orgasming.

  "Quiet," I tell her. "Don't wake the baby. Don't make me gag you."

  She's panting as quietly as she can now. When I look up, I can see that she's biting a pillow to muffle her cries. I go back to worshiping her sweet core, licking her juices off of her soft lips. I push three fingers into her hole, which makes her hips move like never before. I stroke her G-spot deliberately. Even though she has the pillow there, I can still hear her going wild beneath me. I eat and finger her through another orgasm, one where every muscle in her body tenses and her legs shake.

  I know that she has to be sore from losing her virginity last night, but I still bring my dick to her entrance. Her eyes are wide.

  "I know you're sore," I say. "I already fucked you with my fingers. We're going to try intercrural sex," I reassure her. I don't know if she knows what that is, but I push her legs together. Her thighs touch, which makes this position perfect. I climb up her body and kiss her nose since her mouth is otherwise occupied. I guide my dick, which is leaking pre-come, into the junction of her thighs without penetrating her. This position lets me stimulate her clit while still getting the tightness I want.

  "Keep your knees closed like that," I tell her as I pick up the pace. Her eyes are closed now. I can see that she's on the verge of another orgasm. And then she flies over the edge beneath me. I may not be inside of her, but the flutters of her pussy lips make me jerk and release all over her softness.

  I admire the pretty picture she makes, laying there on the bed with my come between her thighs. I'm going to hell, but I might as well enjoy the ride.

  "What a way to wake up," she sighs. "I think I need a shower."

  "We both do." I shake my head. I just took a shower, but I pick her up and bring into a shower stall that's still steamed up from my first shower. I put her on the shower shelf, also known as the sex shelf. I kiss her forehead before lathering up my hands and touching her soft breasts.
Her nipples are hard now.

  "Damn, do you ever go down?"

  My cock is hardening again. "Don't worry about it," I say. "I don't need anything right now." And I finish washing her front and back very, very thoroughly. Then I step out of the flow of water, letting the spray hit her.

  She screams. "It's cold!" she yelps.

  I chuckle. "I already used the hot water," I tell her.

  She's staring at my erection. "Cold showers don't work on that?"

  "Not when you're around, baby girl." I wash myself off much more quickly. I grip my cock. She watches the slide of my hand up and down.

  "Damn," she chokes out.

  "Open your mouth," I command. I can feel my balls drawing up. I slip the tip of my cock inside of her mouth. "Swallow," I order her before I fill her mouth with my seed. And she swallows it down like a champ. When I'm done, I turn and let the water rinse away her saliva and the remnants of my come.

  "What's the plan for today?" she asks. "I'm cold."

  I turn off the water and venture into the cool air of the bathroom. I grab a towel and go back in to wrap her up. I kiss her nose and then her mouth.

  "I have a meeting at 10 AM, but I can see you tonight. What do you want for dinner?"

  "I kind of feel like fettucine alfredo."

  "Wish is my command. Any particular restaurant?"

  "No. Surprise me."

  "Can do."

  I grab a towel off of the rack and dry off. In another minute, after stealing another kiss from her, I'm in the walk-in closet, whistling and grabbing a suit. I have an Alfred, so someone else takes care of my dry-cleaning and managing housekeeping and all the details of running a house that I don't think about.

  "I don't really cook at home much, but if you want something from the grocery store..." "I can buy it."

  "I was just saying that actually you can give a grocery list to my Alfred, and it'll be taken care of."