Inked By My Best Friend's Dad

I wonder what she forgot this time.

I shift my gaze from hers, pretending not to be interested in their conversation but I have to bite my lip to stop from moaning.

The thought of her dad and every fantasy I’ve harbored for years spring to life in my mind. The need to touch myself is almost unbearable, the sound of his voice matching the image of him in my mind.

Slade is a big man. And not the kind of big I’ve been teased for my whole life either.

He’s rock solid, with a V-shaped torso, and thick muscular tree trunks for legs to match.

At almost seven feet, Slade even makes people my size look tiny by comparison.

Even having only seen him without his shirt once, I’ve got his body mapped out in my mind forever.

Deeply tanned and with plenty of his own art as well as a tattoo of his only daughter, Tasha on his arm. Slade’s ripped physique features heavily in my mind and my panties, even now, as he speaks to his daughter, my best friend.

But it’s his eyes that really drive me nuts whenever I think about him.

Dark, brooding eyes that flash with a fire I’ve never seen in anyone let alone a man as hot as he is.

The hints of gray at his temples and his chiseled jaw and slightly crinkled eyes show maturity but not old age.

I’d never pick him as old enough to be Tasha’s dad. He looks like a sexy bad boy for sure, but one who’s grown up a lot and has his life fully mapped out.

Mature, not reckless. And certainly, a man who knows what he wants.

“Abby? AB-BY!”

I jump when Tasha nudges my foot with hers, instantly zapping me back into the room.

Away from my fantasy, but closer to having to change my underwear, that’s for sure.

“Abs? You wanna come over to my place. Dad’s got something going on I totally forgot about.”

Telling me rather than asking really, but if her dad’s gonna be there, I don’t need to even think about it.

“Sure,” I squeak and hear her dad grunt a low sound of agreement before he hangs up.

I haven’t seen Tasha’s dad since I got back from my ‘gap year’, working at my aunt’s florist shop in the next state over, but I never stopped thinking about him while I was away.

Tasha was away at college while I was gone, but dropped out. We spoke more than I think she studied.

Her dad didn’t even blink when she said she wanted to come home and only encouraged her to follow her heart, not what everyone else thought she should do.

Since I’ve been back, Tasha and I have been like white on rice.

Except for when her boyfriend Brad shows up.

But today looks like it could be just perfect.

“I’ll just need to change.”

Deciding against the nail color we had in mind for me I set about to get some clothes. I need fresh dry undies and a more sophisticated look for Slade.

Changing in the bathroom, I tremble as the fabric of my panties glides where I want the man himself instead, and before I can ruin my fantasy by catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror I change quickly.

A tattoo on my chest, or on my ass? Which part of me do I want Slade to pore over as he inks me?

“What’s the special occasion?” I ask once we’re on our way.

Tasha doesn’t live far, but any excuse for her to drive her car is a good enough reason.

And yes, I’m jealous.

“It's dad’s birthday,” she says offhandedly.

“Birthday!” I exclaim, feeling bad because I haven’t got anything to give him.

Feeling bad because it all sounds so… casual.

So unimportant.

“How-How old is your dad?” I ask, trying to sound casual about it.

Tasha has to think for a moment. “Uhhh. I think he’s forty-two. Yeah, forty-two this year,” she says absently.

I swallow harder.

Forty-two?

And I’m just nineteen.

Tasha is a couple of years older than me, but the “age is just a number thing” is starting to hurt my fantasy big time.

How on earth could a hot older guy like Slade find a thickset younger girl like me anywhere near attractive?

Let alone anything more serious.

“What’s so bad about that?” Tasha asks, picking up on my deflated mood, asking if I’d rather not go.

“I’m coming,” I blurt out. The very thought of not going is insane, even though it does feel like just an obsessive fantasy now.

“I mean, what else would I do all day?” I ask, trying to sound playful, but she gives me a sidelong glance.

And as much as I’ve tried to keep it from her, I’m not sure me even thinking about her dad would go down too well.

But it’s okay.

I have zero chance, so I’ll just make the most of being Tasha’s fat friend from school.

CHAPTER TWO

Slade

Forty-two years old.