She blushed, and I remembered the teenage crush she used to have on me all those years ago. I recalled how every time I spoke to her, she turned bright red and tried to hide her face from me.
“Well, I just don't know how to respond when you say such nice things about me, Sebastian,” she said softly. “Because you know how I feel about you.”
I had to wonder, had her childhood crush ever subsided? From the way she looked up at me though, I thought I had my answer.
My heart raced as I realized that perhaps, Violet still had feelings for me. And truth be told, I had some feelings for her; feelings I knew weren't right. Feelings I shouldn't be
having about the daughter of my best friend.
I quickly looked away and chugged the rest of my champagne, needing a moment to compose myself and get my head on straight.
She too, drank the rest of her glass and silently stared out the window for some time.
It probably wasn't the best idea to be drinking so much alcohol while in such close quarters with her considering the fact that I was already starting to feel things for her. We seemed to be treading some very dangerous water.
I had another glass of champagne that I hoped would encourage me to fall asleep, but I was having no luck.
Violet sat there, staring out the window, and every time I looked over at her, I couldn't help but smile and couldn't stop my pulse from quickening. She was so beautiful with her long hair flowing around her shoulders, and her soft, pale skin with a line of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She was not at all like the women I usually dated, and perhaps that was why I felt such a strong attraction for her.
“You know,” she said, speaking but not looking at me, “I didn't mean for that to sound the way it did. All I meant was that you’ve been such a big part of my life-”
I cut her off as she continued to ramble. “It's okay, Violet. No need to explain yourself.”
“But there is,” she said, finally turned to look at me. Her big, innocent eyes were wider than normal as she looked at me. “I don't want things to be awkward between us. Ever.”
Too late, I thought to myself.
“It's not your fault, Violet,” I said. “Perhaps I need to cool it with the compliments and flattery. It can get a little weird, I suppose.”
“No, I like it,” she said softly. “I like that you think highly of me, given that I think very highly of you too. It actually means the world to me.”
Her words were followed by more awkward silence, but this time, she was smiling at me. An apprehensive smile, but a smile nonetheless. It felt as if she was finally feeling comfortable enough to begin opening to me; which I liked, of course.
As the alcohol started to hit my system though, I found myself staring at her perfect pink lips. I watched as she licked them and I wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to press my lips against hers and to taste her. My head was spinning and I had to force myself to look away before my thoughts ran off with me.
“You okay?” she asked with a laugh.
“Yeah, just drank a bit much,” I said, resisting the urge to look at her again. “Maybe I should sleep it off, before I get myself into trouble.”
“Maybe so,” she laughed. “But just so you know, you could never get in trouble with me.”
Her words got twisted in my brain, and I almost took that as her saying we wouldn't get in trouble, if we pursued things. No, I was hearing things that weren't actually there. She was a smart girl. She could date probably any man she wanted. She didn't want or need me, in that regard.
But as I closed my eyes, I found myself thinking about Violet in ways I never had before. The alcohol lowered my inhibitions and I had the sexiest, kinkiest dream of my life starring my best friend's daughter, who just so happened to be sitting across the aisle from me on a private jet to Bali.
The dream had been erotic, sexy, and it had felt so real, too. I'd imagined kissing those soft, pink lips, running my hand through her auburn hair and pulling her head back so I could kiss lower and lower until I went to my knees and kissed her down below. Her hands were tangled in my hair as she moaned my name, “Sebastian, oh yes, Sebastian!” over and over again as I tasted her – really tasted her. I imagined her pressing my face closer to her as she came hard, shuddering against me as she screamed out my name, her knees buckling as I licked and sucked at her most intimate parts.
I wanted her to feel good. Oh God, yes, I wanted her to feel fucking amazing. And in the dream, I made her come over and over again, harder and harder each time. And when it came time to fuck her, I bent her over my desk back at the office and exposed her ass, pressing my cock against her opening, ready to enter her, to fill her up at last...
And that's when the whole world shook. No, not the whole world. The plane.
I was awoken by turbulence, and I quickly saw that I wasn't the only one taken by surprise either. Violet was standing, and when the turbulence hit, she went flying. I woke up just in time to catch her in my arms as she fell. Violet she landed on top of me, her body pressed to mine.
I felt the heat in my face as I knew she felt the erection in my pants. I knew by the way her eyes grew wide and her rush to jump off of me. I couldn't have felt more awkward than I did in that moment if I'd tried .
“Oh God, Sebastian!” she shouted, and not in the way I'd hoped to hear her say it. “I'm so sorry. I was just going to the restroom when – ”
“It's okay,” I said, pulling the seat into the sitting position. “It happens. No worries.”