One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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MATTHEW

I woke up with a raging erection, but I'd gone to bed with one too. I thought I was doing the gentlemanly thing by going home alone last night, but I'd never wanted someone so badly.

The way that red dress clung to her body brought me close to tears. And the way she kissed me as she said goodbye, her breath tasting like red wine and chocolate... I lowered my hand to my groin and sank into a delicious white heat. "Becca, what are you doing to me?"

I was torn. On one hand I wanted to fuck her freely and often, but on the other, I knew I couldn't, shouldn't be anywhere near her. But it was impossible to stay away.

What the fuck do I do? This is driving me crazy.

If Bob found out about us, he'd kick my ass. But if I couldn't get my hands on her, I'd lose my fucking mind. So what was I supposed to do, lay there and jerk myself off into oblivion?

Throwing back the bed covers, I let the sunshine warm my naked body. Stroking myself, I focused on the head of my cock and instantly felt myself reach the heights of pleasure.

I remembered her kiss, remembered the way her body pressed against mine as her tongue entered my mouth. With

my heart beating wildly and my eyes clenched tight, I came hard, ejaculating over my stomach.

When I opened my eyes, the sun was almost blinding, and there were spots of white in my vision. It took a long while for my heart to slow down, and when it did, my conscience dropped along with it.

You're an asshole, I told myself. You know who she is, your best friend's fucking daughter. You'll go to hell for this.

Climbing out of bed, I walked into the bathroom and set the shower to ice cold. Then I stepped inside and tried to shock my frustration out of my body.

When I came out shivering, I looked at the clock. In half an hour's time, I'd be back in the o ce. And back with Becca.

As I drove into the city toward my o ce, I thought of her. Not just all the things I found attractive about her, but what I had to do to keep a level head in her company.

I was grateful I'd told her to cool off last night, and I was glad she was a mature woman. She took the news well and seemed to agree that taking things slow was a good idea.

Still, as my mind zoned in and out as I drove, I couldn't stop thinking about where this was going. It felt wrong but it felt right. I knew it was forbidden, but at the same time I hadn't felt this alive in years.

Arriving at the o ce a little earlier than expected, I said hello to Sandra and looked down the hall to Becca's o ce. Her door was closed, so I slipped into my own o ce. With a few minutes to spare before our first meeting, I took the time to check my emails. I leaned back with a yawn and scanned my eyes over the page.

Junk mail. More junk mail. A tacky chain joke email from Jake. Who the hell even still sends those? Something that

looked like an invoice and some more designs from Coby. But in among the usual names and subject headings, something caught my eye.

"What's this?"

I leaned close as though if I got closer to the screen, I could work it out faster. The email address was just a jumble of letters and numbers at a Hotmail account, but that wasn't was stood out the most. What grabbed my attention were the four words typed threateningly in all caps along the subject bar.

SHE'S HALF YOUR AGE

"What the fuck?"

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At first, I assumed it had to be a virus, but it couldn't be. With bated breath, I opened the email, not knowing what I'd find. What I definitely hadn't anticipated was a series of pictures attached to the blank email.

I opened the first one, confused as hell.

Holy fuck. The picture was almost too dark and blurry to make out, but there was no mistaking the two figures in the center of the image. It looked as though it had been taken from the inside of a car staring out toward Becca's apartment. Through the blackness, her red dress burned brightly as I held her.

Who the fuck took this?

I clicked on the next image, then the next and the next. All of them showed the two of us outside her apartment in each other's arms. In one, her hand lay on my cheek lovingly as she looked into my face. In another, I was running my hands down her arms.

Okay, relax. This doesn't really show anything. If anybody sees these, I can just say I drove her home after work. It's not as if we're really doing anything but hugging?

But then I clicked on the last image and my stomach almost bottomed out. Clearer than all the others, this image

sharply showed a closeup of our faces, our lips pressed together.

"Shit!"

There was no denying it. Someone knew about us.

Who could have known we were together last night and why did they care?

"Fuck!"

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I slid backward away from my desk as though just being near my computer was enough to infect me with the scandalous photos. Then I stood up and walked over to the window.

What bastard did this?

I didn't know what feeling overwhelmed me the most. Anger that someone dared to follow me and anonymously threaten me with these photos. Or shame that I had been photographed kissing a girl young enough to be my daughter. I had known guys my age who had deliberately sought out young girls for their youth and looks and lavished them with cash and gifts. They had loved the image of being a sugar daddy and having some hot young thing on their arm. But their behavior always disgusted me. I wasn't like them. Or so I thought...

But if anybody saw the photos, they'd no doubt think I was some creep. Just another rich guy on a power trip preying on a girl far too young for him. I felt ashamed of myself. Not just because I looked like an asshole, but because Bob might see the photos, and when he did, I knew our friendship would be over.

I'm such a selfish dick, I thought to myself as I looked out the window across the city. I can't keep doing this. This needs to end right now.

No matter how much I liked spending time with her, and how much I was attracted to her, for now she would have to

be nothing but a fantasy. As soon as our meeting ended, I would tell it to her straight. Whatever we had, no matter how fun it was, had to end today.

You gotta do it, I told myself. Do it for Bob. Do it because it's the right thing. I gave myself an a rmative nod as I reached the decision.

As I turned around to gather my things for the meeting, a knock sounded and Sandra entered the room with a large coffee.

"I took the liberty of putting in two extra shots of espresso," she said as she handed it to me. "You look a little stressed this morning. Thought you could do with the boost."

"You've no idea how much I need it," I said, taking it from her. "Is everything set up for the meeting?"

"Yep! Becca's good to go."