Happily Ever After With My Dad's Best Friend

As a last resort, I trudge down to the basement. I hate the game room and at-home theatre Tasha had begged for during high school. Given how little we use them, it’s been a waste of resources. We could have rented out the cinema a few times instead of having all this AV equipment installed.

Music is thumping through the speakers, barely audible from outside the room, and I step in, trying to focus in the dimly lit space. The women—my girls—are curled up around each other in a nest of cushions and pillows on the floor. My heart warms at the sight. It’s been years since they’ve done this, and I’m hopeful that their friendship will endure the news.

I sneak in, tiptoeing in a way I haven’t done since Tasha was a toddler. Fuck! I’ll have to relearn how to move silently on the floors. Sneaking out of the nursery after putting our baby down… If either were awake to see my smile, I know they would tease me mercilessly, and I’d have a hard time avoiding spilling the news to Tasha. Grabbing a large blanket from the closet, I gently cover the women, tucking the plush fabric around them.

“Good night,” I whisper with naught but the slightest breath. “I love you.” Returning upstairs, I make myself a sandwich from leftovers in the fridge and go into my study. My mind is spinning with all the things I want to do before the baby arrives, but all I can manage to do is stare at the ceiling and grin. I’m going to be a father!

I give up on trying to calm my mind at eleven. There’s no way I can sleep with the news that I’m going to be a father bouncing through my head anytime I close my eyes. When I think about that, I think about how Lia ended up that way, and then my dick gets hard as a fucking rock… again.

My hard-on has been leaking, begging for me to go wake Lia, despite my attempts to ignore it. I palm it, closing my eyes at the sensation. So hot and hard, my fingers can barely wrap around it at this point. I want Lia.

I can’t wake her up, not because I’ve got a boner and want to have her help me fix the issue…

Masturbation doesn’t even feel as good anymore, not without her involvement. The night we used my videoconferencing app, and I watched her fuck herself with her favorite toy might go down as the best thing I’ve ever seen. And when I called her at work and dirty talked her until she came… I want to do that again, but with me able to watch her.

“Not helping,” I whine to myself. Thrusting through my grip, I quickly let go and get out of bed. Just jacking off isn’t going to do the trick.

The house is silent as I sneak out to the back deck in just a towel with my tablet under my arm. I set both on the side of the hot tub as I climb in. The built-in lounge chair cradles me, and I let the heat melt away some of my tension.

I pull up the screenshots I’d grabbed of me and Lia, setting them to shuffle through a slideshow on repeat. Somewhere around the fifth picture, with her gorgeous tits taking up most of my screen, my hands drift back to my cock. I press my palms on both sides of my shaft, pretending I’m sliding between those mounds. My fingertips tease the head, and my eyes just start to close when I realize I won’t be able to see her if they do.

When my eyes refocus on the screen, it’s to the image of Lia right after she kicked off her bedsheet and showed me her pussy. I hate knowing she’s like a two-minute walk through the house from me, and I could have her sitting on my face for me to taste that gorgeous cunt of hers.

“She needs her rest,” I tell myself. It doesn’t help the need I feel coursing through my veins.

My hand slides down my shaft, twisting at the head of my cock. I can’t wait until I can rub my dick against her, teasing us both before I thrust it deep inside where I belong. I want to make her beg for me to fuck her.

I look at the screen, seeing Lia’s body arched as she came for me. The small still picture of me in the corner shows my come dribbling over my fist as I reach to click the screenshot button.

“Shit!” I thrust upwards with the burst of pleasure, my hands covering my dick as the come shoots out of me. I close my fingers into fists and wipe my hands on the towel beside me.

I lay there in the dark, just breathing, as the images continue to cycle. Long after the hot tub’s jets have stopped, I finally climb out and return to my bed, alone. Alone for not much longer, I hope.

Lia was gone when I came down from my bedroom the following morning, not that I was surprised. Her lack of response to texts over the weekend, however, did surprise me. I knew she wouldn’t stay long, even if I did manage to wake up before she could sneak out. Lia doesn’t have clothes at my home, and Lia and Tasha don’t have the same sense of style. Even with it being a weekend, Lia likes to be up and dressed, not lounging in the prior day’s clothing. Tasha is flashy and always ready for a party. Lia is… Lia. She can go from painting in her pajamas to a little cocktail dress with heels effortlessly, but it’s modest skirts and oversized blouses that hide her figure which seem to dominate her wardrobe. Given how trim she is, I wonder how long it will take for the pregnancy to show.

Her tits have gotten bigger. Already generous to begin with, the soft flesh strained the neckline of her outfit at the gallery. Even while I talked to my friends and pretended I wasn’t watching Lia, I had toyed with the idea of sneaking into the bathroom and having Lia kneel so that I could slide my cock into the valley between her breasts and fuck them until I came all over her chest.

We weren’t given the chance then, and our tryst at the park was so sudden I didn’t think of anything but being inside her, but nothing could stop us from doing that in the bathroom of my office. All I need to do is set the manual lock on the door, and Lia and I will have all the privacy we could want… What I want now is to fuck her senseless again, either up on the rooftop couch or on my desk. Maybe even the shower.

I make a mental note to get a non-slip liner for the shower. It was only meant for me to use when I couldn’t get home after a trip to the gym, but that doesn’t mean I can’t use it for more now. I am the boss.

The light panel on my phone brightens in time with the chime of Lia entering our office. I picture how she might look when she sees the card and toy on her desk along with the vitamins. Her back is to me, denying me a glimpse of her reaction, but I can be patient. I wait for her to turn around.

Waiting.

Waiting.

More waiting. I give her two minutes to say something, anything, but she refuses to acknowledge the gifts. It’s been more than forty-eight hours since I’ve heard a word from her, and worry creeps up my spine.

Humming, her computer starts up, and Lia bends over with a sigh. Her skirt is halfway to her knees when she reaches for something on the floor, and I jump up from my desk to get whatever it is. “I’m fine, Beck. I’ve got it.” She stands up with her fingers wrapped around a pencil. “Thanks, though,” she adds icily. It’s not the warm reception I anticipated. The gifts are barely visible from inside the drawer where Lia stashes her purse and phone.

“Are you okay?” Thinking she might just be feeling ill, I give her a bit of space when she nods and steps back. “I have a meeting in ten minutes, but I thought we could talk a bit after.” I reach for her but get nothing but a cold shoulder in return. This isn’t the woman I was with in the front of my truck on Thursday night and then planning for a future with on Friday. “Lia?”