My Best Friend's Father

Brandi's POV

I make my way through the house into the kitchen.

"You're finally here, help!" Gianna pouts, standing beside the pot. I usually cook for our Sunday dinners, but they make some pasta dishes whenever I'm running late, which almost always goes wrong. I chuckle, then take the spoon from her hands, dip it, and have tasted it. I grab some oregano, pepper, and salt and dash a couple of shakes of each in.

"How's the life, Dr.Caputo?"She is a first-year med resident. We both wanted to be doctors when we were young, but after my first time passing out after seeing blood, I decided it wasn't for me. Now I live vicariously through her.

"I'm not a doctor yet; I'm a doctor in training; it's hard... but rewarding. The eye candy is quite good."

"I ask you about work, and you steer it back to boys, for you to only ever have one boyfriend being this boy crazy; I think you're probably lying to me."

"Hey, I'm just admiring the merchandise; it doesn't mean I'm buying." I chuckle and taste the sauce and nod, then put the spoon at her mouth to taste it; she gives me two thumbs up.

"How've you been?"

"Good, I visited grandma."

"Did she?..." I shake my head, knowing the question.

"Ah. We should visit her together. I will go with you when I'm free. Whenever that is..."

"She would like that," I reply with a smile, though I know she probably won't remember her either.

"So any new man in your life?" She always knows when to change the subject. My vagina throbs at the mention of a new man. Yeah, someone fucked me so good I think I could die today and be happy. However, I can't tell her that. I can't explain why I don't know his name, his face, or even the sound of his voice.

"I met some guy at a bar." I lie because I know she won't let it go until I tell her something.

"Ohh, did he ask you out?"

"What does that mean? Either he asked you out, or he didn't."

"He did." I relent.

"Are you going?" I'm cumming, or should I say I came. I chuckle at my naughty thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Ah...I don't know, maybe. Come on, help me plate the dishes; if you're going to ask me 20 questions, you can at least help." I say, desperately trying to change the topic.

"Hey, I held down the fort while you did whatever you were doing that made you late; I'm the reason Papi didn't burn down the kitchen."

"I slept in." I mean, after a night like that, I needed to sleep in.

"Papi takes great offense to that..." Mr.Caputo appears with a bottle of wine, looking like his normal gorgeous self.

"Papi, I'm only telling the truth; you taught me not to lie." He chuckles as he walks past me; I get a whiff of the scent from earlier; this time, it's much stronger. I feel my walls clenching as my panties moisten and my nipples hardening.

"Rough night?" Mr. C turns to me and asks.

"Huh?"

"You said you were sleeping before you came over, so I was asking you if you had a rough night?"

"Ah yeah, went out to the bar and came back late."

"the lifestyle of the young. I wish I were 26 again." He replies with a grin. He laughs, but his smell is too intoxicating, and I find myself clenching my thighs as the heat continues to build between my thighs.

What is this?

Why am I reacting to his cologne? We walk to the table with dishes in hand, and I sit like I always do beside Gianna and across from Mr.Caputo; we usually have the sweetest time telling jokes and recapping our week; however, today, it's hard to concentrate and follow the conversation. Every time I smell it, my panties get wetter, and my pussy throbs uncontrollably.

Gianna and Mr.C are talking, but I can think of my wet panties and that cologne. I close my eyes as I try to ignore the heat building in my body.

"B... B!" My eyes snap open.

"Huh?" Are you ok? You don't look too good? It wasn't Papi's food, was it?

"Hey, I've never poisoned anyone."

"Oh no, I think I ate some bad food yesterday. I have to go the bathroom; I'll be right back."

I stand slowly, clenching my thighs; I walk to the first floor and slip into the guest bathroom.

Happy to be away from that smell, what is it about it?

The memory of last night pops into my mind, that man when he stood before my bed. He was wearing that cologne, and even as he fucked me, I could smell it, although it grew faint the longer we had sex.

My hearts start beating rapidly.

Mr.Caputo is wearing that, is it just a coincidence, or did I have sex with my best friend's father?