My Best Friend's Dad

by Bella Winters

  Once we were in the car, I reached for her hand and held it tightly as we stared at each other. We went home and made love, agreeing that we needed to tell people about us soon. Hiding it was too hard and I knew it in the way that I fucked her like an animal in bed that night. I couldn’t get enough, and she cried out as I kept thrusting until I came inside of her, her warmth washing over me. I held her tight that night, knowing that we’d be alone for the most part over the next few days.

  CHAPTER 24

  Vivian

  I talked to Boyce every night once I was back at the apartment. We spent whatever time we could together, under the radar of course. I was starting to hate it and when the Christmas holidays grew closer, I brought up telling Bella at some point when we were all together. He agreed. We also planned our getaway and I couldn’t wait to be alone with him somewhere that we could let go of our fears.

  We planned to go to the city to see the play the weekend before Christmas with some family and Boyce reserved a hotel for everyone, booking separate rooms for each of us. It killed me to sleep away from him, but I stayed quiet as he made the reservation in Vermont for us.

  I came home from school with just a night before we went to New York. I crawled right into bed with Boyce and finding his mouth with mine. We stayed there until the morning when I got up to check that I packed properly for the few days extra that we were going to be gone. We chose to fly with the snowy weather and boarded the plane to slip into our first-class seats as I smiled at him.

  Boyce reached for my hand underneath the blanket and I clutched him tightly. I knew that I was starting to weaken, and I dropped my head to his shoulder. We landed in an hour and a half and caught a cab to the hotel where Boyce checked us in and I walked inside of the beautiful, lonely room and set my luggage on the single bed. I knew that Bella was going to try to come over before the performance and I walked over to the window to look over the city. It was gorgeous, and I soaked in the energy of the streets just standing here as I wrapped my arms around myself. Bella came, and we had an early dinner before she headed to the theater to get ready as we walked the streets together, going to meet the rest of the group.

  “I feel like no one would give us a second look here,” Boyce said beside me as I looked at him.

  “Nobody apart from your family,” I reminded him as I looked ahead on the crowded street. I almost kissed him today, not even thinking for a fleeting second. I caught myself and even though Bella shot me a weird look, I doubted that she suspected anything. I knew that she was distracted with the play and I just wanted to see her live her dream.

  It was a gorgeous play and Bella was the star. Her part was not a main one, but her skill made her rise above the rest. She was meant to be here, and I pressed my leg against Boyce for a moment before stretching in the dark. We all hugged and kissed her once it was over, which was when Boyce mentioned a last-minute trip for work. He assured everyone that he’d be back for Christmas, that this came up suddenly and it was a very important client.

  “Want to stay here with me?” Bella asked as she moved to my side with a glass of champagne. “It’s a bit tight being small and with Kellan staying with me most of the time, but we could make it work. We could go home together.” Kellan was a set designer that she’d been dating for a while now and I shook my head.

  “I’ll be fine.” I assured her as she frowned at me. “I will. We’ll see each other soon.”

  Boyce and I left to catch our flight, claiming that I was going back to Maryland. Instead, we boarded the flight to Vermont and rented a sturdy SUV to get to the private bed-and-breakfast in. It was gorgeous, and the lower part of the house was twinkling with lights and a giant tree on a corner. We went to our room and found it to me small but charming before we finally kissed without abandon. I was tired of sneaking around and I moaned as I ripped at his pants to get them off. “I love you,” I said before I bent down to take him into my mouth. Boyce stopped me before he let go and I dropped to my back and spread my legs as he crawled between them and kissed me while he slid inside. He pulled my feet to his shoulders and rocked inside of me as I arched my back and cried out his name.

  We stayed in the room for the next two nights, staying up late and sleeping in. We ate downstairs, sometimes at the table and other times by the fire since we were the only guests. A part of me hated to leave, but I knew we had to face reality sooner rather than later.

  We prepared for the holiday, getting food ready and planning the dinners. I loved Christmas here once I settled in since Boyce made it about helping others and traditions. I touched the diamond necklace that hung low on my chest, his gift to me the last night of our stay in Vermont. It was beautiful.

  I got through the Christmas Eve dinner and the party the night before. I smiled when I was supposed to and laughed at the right times, but I knew I was distracted. I didn’t mind when Boyce took me into a dark hallway for a quickie when we had a moment. I would take anything.

  Christmas morning came, and I woke up in Bella’s bed like I did when we were kids and waited all night to see what Santa brought us. We walked out to the living room and saw that the tree had a lot of gifts under it as Boyce greeted us with a cup of coffee in his hand. We got our own cups and sat down to unwrap, finding great gifts to help with school in the form of electronics and some things to pamper ourselves. We cooked breakfast after that and a few relatives came over to eat with us, making me smile through my pain.

  I watched as the last person left late that night as Bella piled dishes in the sink. Boyce walked over from the front door and we shared a long look before he cleared his throat. “Bella, I’d like to talk to you about something. Come and sit down.”

  EPILOGUE

  Boyce

  A part of me hated the look on my daughter’s face as I told her about my relationship with Vivian. She looked disgusted and hurt and Vivian looked at the floor quietly. Bella ran out of the room and we watched her, still sitting on the couch as I reached out for her hand. “She’ll be okay.” I spoke in a hollow tone, working through the emotions that I was feeling. I’d been honest about loving Vivian and wanting to spend the rest of my life with her.

  We told Anne the following morning and she looked at us before giving us each a hug. She admitted that she’d noticed something between us and looked at me. “It’s not traditional and you’ll get a lot of judgment. I can see in his eyes how much he loves you, Vivian. He’s going to make you happy.” I felt relieved as she spoke since I hadn’t seen Bella in hours. Vivian slept in my room though we were quiet, not wanting to rub salt into the wounds.

  I came downstairs before Vivian the next morning, seeing Bella sipping coffee as she looked over the backyard. “Good morning,” I told her softly as she glanced at me.

  “I stayed up all night after you told me. The thing is…she is my best friend and you’re my dad. You raised her right beside me, so what happens if you two fall apart? You have such different lives.” Bella looked at me and I poured some coffee and sat down at the counter.

  “We’ve thought about that and we’d be adults about it.” I looked at her, still standing by the window. “I loved your mother, Bella. I loved her long after losing her and nobody made me feel the way that she did for years.”

  “Were you sleeping together when we both lived here?” Bella asked, and I told her that we weren’t. I explained with vague details how it happened, how we fought it so hard. We just couldn’t anymore, and I tried to find a reason not to want Vivian. I didn’t have the power to stop. “I am not happy about this, but I want you to be happy. I want Vivian happy. I am going back to New York tonight as planned and I’ll work this out in my head. I’ll figure it out.”

  We took her to the airport and hugged her goodbye as Bella seemed tense around us. We told her to have a good flight and to be safe as she nodded and walked off, making me feel bittersweet. I was relieved that the truth was out there, and I took Vivian’s hand as we watched Bella disappear.

  We walke
d to the car together and I kissed her by the car before unlocking her door. There was nothing holding us back now and we slept in my room together. We cuddled together without worrying about who would see us even though we still had a lot of people to share the news with.

  Vivian returned to college with the title of my girlfriend. We planned to visit each other every weekend and make up for the week apart in the bed that we slept in for those nights. The sex was better when I could show the world what she meant to me. My world was better with her in it.

  Vivian

  A year passed as I blinked or at least it felt that way to me. We spent every moment together that we could, and nothing faded with Boyce. Nothing dimmed like I expected. Being so open about our relationship, there was a lot of gossip and I noticed the looks that people shot me on the street. I just reminded myself of what I had and moved on.

  It took Bella several months to talk to us. It was close to the next Thanksgiving that we went to dinner and sat down to talk. She looked at us several times, seemingly to judge for herself who we were so long after. I explained that there was nothing about our relationship that was non-consensual and that we both fought it for as long as we could.

  Boyce assured her that he loved her and missed her. He wanted contact with her because she was all he had for immediate family. She was his tie to her mother, whom he loved, and I was fine with that. Initially, I felt like I could never be enough for him, but time proved otherwise.

  Bella told us about her anger and betrayal that she felt when we told her everything. Considering it was Bella, she was a bit dramatic about it, but we listened to every word. We both agreed with her on much of it but pointed out that we were still strong after all this time. She agreed. We ended the long and emotional dinner with hugs and apologies on all sides, making me feel like I had a part of my best friend back. She came for the holidays and we fell into the same routine of spending time together and talking about boys, with far less detail on my end. It felt great and I cherished every moment with her.

  I still finished college and stayed in my apartment, at least until Boyce signed a lease on a better place in town where we would stay together. He came to see me often when I was weighed down with school responsibilities and I would still come to the house for long weekends.

  Even after all these months, the time was still spent primarily in bed. Boyce was insatiable and always wanted me as I did him. Being with him also made me willing to try new things. We ordered some toys for the bedroom and I embraced his knowledge about them now as he showed me more forms of pleasure. Boyce was dominant in bed and slowly revealed that side of him as time went on. He introduced me to being tied up and spanked, surprising me when I loved it.

  Boyce loved to make me come close to coming and pull away, telling me to wait until he told me it was time. I found it torturous at times but complied willingly once I realized how great the orgasm was. We’d spend nights alternating between various positions as he fucked me senseless to being tied to his bed as Boyce teased me with his fingers, mouth, and cock.

  He even convinced me to let him try anal play at some point, tied up and bent over. I was always so afraid of it before, but now knew how good it felt when he added a dildo in my pussy and left it vibrating. The pressure of both was incredible and always ended with me screaming his name. I lived for the nights with him, working hard to make some free time just to feel him again. It was hard to still live apart at times and I’d question it. I’d consider the alternative and toss the idea away, knowing that I loved him and couldn’t be without him as my lover.

  Bella graduated and stayed in New York as expected. Her career on Broadway was looking promising and she even met a fellow actor that she chose to settle down for. Boyce was relieved when we met them over dinner, liking his motivation to succeed and make it work in New York. I just giggled when I told her how hot he was during our hug by the car. I was still a young college student and acted every bit the part when it felt right.

  By the second holiday season of our being together, family and friends seemed to accept the news and even embrace it. I’d been a part of things for so long and now it was just in a different way. We weren’t overly affectionate around people, but I knew our love was plain to see for anyone around us. We were happy.

  Boyce took me on trips when I was on breaks from school. We went to the most gorgeous and private resorts, enjoying the waves and the sand together as we wasted the days away just relaxing in each other. These were some of my favorite memories as we walked the beach to find shells or even sometimes a little nook where we could make love. He loved taking me in places we could get caught and it drove him to fuck me harder as I struggled to stay quiet. We never were caught visually but I know people heard us by the way they would laugh and move to another place to allow us privacy.

  There was the time that Anne caught us on the couch one morning, but I didn’t like to think about that. We’d fallen asleep to a movie and woke up hungry for each other, and we were fully involved when she walked into the kitchen and turned to leave again. I was mortified, but I still came with him that day, clearly more into Boyce than my scattered emotions. We made a point of it to never happen again, keeping it in the theater downstairs or the bedroom. We were quiet when guests were over, making up for it once we were on our own again and fucking through the night as we let every sound carry through the empty house.

  I loved the way that he made me feel so complete. I loved the way I let all my inhibitions go and how I could just be myself around him. Boyce loved that we were different personalities and explored that as much as he could. He found that it made our relationship better and told me that he loved me more each day.

  I loved him more each moment.

  When we were together for three and a half years and just before I graduated with my bachelor’s degree, Boyce took me to Europe for a fast-paced, two-week trip. It was to celebrate the fact that I’d be finished with school and beginning work in a building near Boyce, which made him consider buying a better place where we could live during the week. We spent the days wandering the city that we were visiting that day and the nights making love in the quaint little hotel rooms that Boyce booked for the trip. I was a spoiled girl and thanked him endlessly for all that he did for me daily.

  We were in France for a few days and touring the city. We had some extra time to eat and take pictures of The Eiffel Tower, which I’d always wanted to see. Boyce took me over there to get some more close shots with my new camera and I marveled at the sight. It wasn’t until I heard a gasp that I turned to see him on one knee, gazing lovingly at me. We had an audience, but I quickly forgot that as he started to speak, telling me that I was one of the best choices that he’d made after a long struggle. He told me that I made his life worth living again and I cried as I listened to his words.

  When he ended by asking me to marry him, I dropped down and stared into his eyes. Mine were blurry with tears and Boyce grinned and reached into his pocket. He withdrew a stunning ring with a round diamond and smaller ones beside it, reaching for my hand as he slipped it on my finger to the sound of cheers. “That’s going to be on You Tube, isn’t it?” I asked as he chuckled and kissed me.

  Boyce

  She said yes. Vivian was going to marry me. I had the proof of the video that was going viral, but I didn’t need it other than to direct people to a place to view it. I could see her love in her eyes and feel it in her words. We agreed on a late summer wedding on or near a beach, something that just included family or friends. Vivian didn’t have a lot of close friends through college being so busy and only asked Bella to be her bridesmaid. I picked the one friend that honestly seemed to support me through this rather than teasing me about finding young pussy or giving up my single life. They could all fuck off.

  I was happy.

  I wanted a future with Vivian. I wanted babies with Vivian. I felt my mind rushing as we made our way back to our hotel room and opened the door, needing to feel my new fi
ancée. I closed it and she turned to look at me with a hungry look in her eyes. “Get your clothes off and lay on the bed for me,” I told her as she shivered and moved in that direction. She shed her jeans and long-sleeved blouse before taking her matching bra and underwear off. Vivian turned and faced me before she scooted up to the pillows that were so neatly placed on the bed. There was the last light of the sun shining through the window and I started to take my own clothes off as I approached her. I was naked by the time I reached the bed and I regretted not being able to tie her up here as I spread her legs open and slowly kissed my way up her soft skin.

  Vivian moaned softly as I teased her, arching her back when I finally reached her slick pussy. This was mine now, all mine. I felt a sense of pride wash over me as I tasted her with my tongue as she whimpered, moving slightly before I told her to keep still. I teased her then, bringing her to the edge before I’d take away her release. I wanted this to remain in her memory for a long time to come.

  Once I finished worshiping her gorgeous body, I slipped inside of her. I was thinking of the future when I could knock her up as I kept it slow, telling her to wait for me. We started to move together as she clutched at me, rocking her body against mine.