5. Victor
FIVE
VICTOR
I take another sip of my drink and try to do anything except obsess over Kayla. An impossible task. Tonight, at dinner in the garden, she’s wearing a purple wrap dress which clings to her ass and drops in a low V between those perfect tits. Her blonde hair is curled and loose around her shoulders.
Just the sight of her is almost enough that I forget every argument I’ve made to myself about why I can’t have her.
She’s back to her bubbly, irresistible self. I should stay out of her way.
Avoiding Kayla is the only way to solve this problem. Because every time I see her, knowing what her soft skin feels like, knowing exactly how sweet she tastes, I want to do that and so much more.
I’ve done enough damage. I made Kayla cry today, for fuck’s sake.
Never mind that I could hardly resist the urge to wipe away her tears, to comfort her and cradle her in my arms.
Instead, I left her there on that sun lounger in that sexy little floral bikini. I forced myself to walk away and turn my back on temptation — even though every cell in my body was screaming at me to do the opposite.
Tonight might be even harder to watch.
She’s trapped in another conversation with the best man, Robert. He’s leaning forward over her, trapping her while he talks at a million miles a minute. It’s not my place to step in, I tell myself. I swallow another gulp of my drink and look away.
Kayla hasn’t looked in my direction all night. It’s confirmation that I did the right thing. She doesn’t want me. Or she did, but it was just physical and fleeting.
This powerful pull towards her — not just to fuck her, but for her to be mine — is ridiculous. It can never be real.
I make polite small talk with the people seated at my table, but my heart’s not in it. There’s only one person here who I want to talk to.
I excuse myself as soon as I can, unable to watch another evening of Kayla charming the whole wedding party while I mope in the background.
As soon as I’m alone in my suite, the realization that I want her is inescapable.
I stare at the ceiling. I wish Kayla was here, beside me.
I want to wake up with her next to me. I want to rip that purple dress off her.
I want to step in and drag her away from Robert and his boring conversation topics.
She deserves someone who’s going to worship her the way she deserves, and I know I could give her that.
I notice the second that Kayla gets home. I hear her door open and her footsteps in the adjoining room. I try not to listen, but the awareness of her is so strong. She’s right there.
My cock hardens in expectation. This is getting ridiculous.
The knowledge that there’s just one wall separating us, that Kayla could be showering or undressing right now, is doing crazy things to my brain.
It’s worse because I am the sole reason I’m not there with her right now. Because I don’t want to ruin my daughter’s wedding by creating some kind of scandal involving her bridesmaid.
I wrap a hand around my cock and jerk off while trying to think about anything else.
Problem is, I can barely even remember what I used to fantasize about before Kayla. All I can see is flashes of her — those wide brown eyes, the soft music of her voice, the pink of her cheeks and the rise and fall of her full breasts after she came for me.
Not to mention the impossible tightness of her pussy. She was so wet that I know she’d feel like heaven, those slick walls strangling my cock.
As I approach release, I let myself imagine what it would be like to fuck her properly. To bring her to orgasm again and again, feeling the ripples of her pussy as she experiences something she’s never felt before.
God, it’s an addictive thought.
I know would feel so good that it would be impossible to pull out. I would have to cum inside her, just to know what it feels like.
Fuck.
“Kayla,” I grunt her name aloud as I imagine it, unable to keep quiet with the force of my desire.
That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. Imagining what it would be like to have her wrapped around my cock while I filled her with cum.
God knows, she’s so inexperienced, she might not even be on birth control.
I feel a rush of shame at the thought. It’s bad enough that I’ve become obsessed with my daughter’s best friend — it’s even worse that I’m now fantasizing about getting her pregnant.
Just as I’m resigning myself to the fact that I’m going to have to jerk off again, there’s a soft knock at my door.
At first, I think I’m imagining it. That it’s wishful thinking.
Then I shove my cock back in my briefs, open the door and Kayla is standing there, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders. There shouldn’t be anything sexy about the loose t-shirt she’s wearing as a nightdress, but there is.
I’m stunned. That’s the only word for it. It’s like I’ve conjured her up.
“Kayla?”
“I heard you,” she says, her soft brown eyes wide on mine. “You said my name.”
Fuck. I didn’t say her name, I moaned it. How loud was I?
“You heard me,” I repeat dumbly.
She nods, tilting her head to the side. “And…I wanted to talk to you.”
I step back and let her in.
If Kayla knows that I was cumming while thinking about her, all my defenses about why this won’t work between us are looking weaker by the second.
“Then you’d better come in.”
She nods as if making a decision.
Kayla takes a seat on the edge of my bed. I lean against the dresser, facing her.
I can’t believe she’s really here. She plays with the hem of the t-shirt, staring at the floor for a few seconds as she gathers herself.
When she raises her gaze to meet mine it hits me with a physical jolt. Trying to put distance between us has done absolutely nothing to erase my feelings towards her. This magnetic pull towards Kayla is still as powerful as ever.
“I wanted to make sure that you know that I did want that, the other day. I do want you. I know that you maybe felt bad because I’m younger than you.”
I nod, looking anywhere except at her. “This is inappropriate. You’re the same age as Becca. It looks…bad.”
“But you want me, don’t you?”
I can’t fucking deny it. Not when she’s just heard me cum while saying her name.
I smile despite myself. “Kayla. You came here after hearing me moan your name and you’re asking if I want you? That has never been the problem.”
She nods intently. “Victor, I’m crazy about you. I can’t stop thinking about you. This is torture.” She takes a deep breath. “Knowing that you’re just on the other side of this wall…and that I can’t have you.”
“Kayla. Think about this. You could be with any man here.”
She shakes her head, looking at me with her eyes hungry and vulnerable.
“I don’t care about them. I want you, Victor.” She leans forward and loops her hand around my wrist, tugging me forward.
I let her pull me forward until I’m standing right in front of her, between her legs. I’m sick of trying to resist this.
“Please, Victor. I want this,” she gasps. She tugs down my briefs and wraps her hand around my cock, giving one agonizingly slow stroke along my length. My cock thickens in her hands and she smiles with satisfaction, her brown eyes liquid with excitement as she smiles up at me.
If she really wants this, how can I refuse?
I grab her soft blonde hair and tilt her head up roughly, leaning forward to press a kiss to those sweet, strawberry-flavored lips while she rubs my cock between both palms.
“You’re so hard,” she murmurs when I pull back, a small crease between her eyebrows as she stares at my cock like she’s trying to figure it out.
Decision made.
I’m going to fuck my daughter’s best friend until she doesn’t know her own name.