My Bestie's Dad Popped My Cherry

I jumped back in fear and gasped, turning around to face Heather, Leslie 's mom. Surprisingly, Glen maintained a composed aura. He stepped back gently and smiled, "Yes, we met a few minutes ago."

I watched as he walked over to her with a smile on his face. He caressed her face gently and planted a soft kiss on her lips which made her smile. For some reason, rage built up within me as I watched the romantic gesture. 

"I'd say Addison is a lot like Leslie ," he gestured towards the island. "They are both clumsy."

"Really?" Heather raised her brows. "I like to think they are polar opposites."

"I'll clean up the mess and be off to bed," I smiled tightly at both of them. I filled a bowl with water from the sink and used a napkin to wipe off the surface. 

"Oh don't worry about it," Glenwalked over to me. He carefully pulled the napkin out of my hands. I shot him a glare but his smile remained intact. "I'll ask a maid to-"

"I'm already almost done," I said with gritted teeth, snatching the napkin away from his hand. I finished wiping off the island as quickly as I could and cleared up, unnerved by the scrutiny of Heather and her husband-to-be. 

"Goodnight Addison," he called out as I stormed out of the kitchen.

"Is it me, or does she seem off?" Heather's voice faded away as I moved further away. 

Rage was burning through my core. I felt stupid and used for some reason I could not fathom. I stomped up the stairs and to the closest bathroom I could find. 

All men were the same. Glen's behaviour made me think of Marcus. He had no ounce of remorse on his face and I wondered if he was the same with other women. And why had Leslie's mother not reacted negatively? Was it something he did often that she chose to ignore? Or had it not been obvious to her? 

Thinking of him as a cheat made him repulsive but something about the way he had moved away from me so effortlessly and gone to kiss her like nothing was amiss was also a turn-on. Who knew something as forbidden as that could make me feel this way?

Was it because it was him? Why hadn't Marcus made me feel this way?

Was it because he had cheated on me and not cheated with me on another person?

"Okay, Addison  you're just in denial," I whispered to myself adjusting my hair in the mirror. I gasped as I realized my mascara had run down my face and I looked like a hobo due to the tears I had cried earlier on. "Fuck!" I gasped, turning on the faucet. I washed my face rapidly till I got rid of all the stains. Then I tried wrapping my hair in a bun but it failed because I didn't have a scrunchie.

"Sure, I'll get it tomorrow." Glen's voice pierced through the air followed by the sound of a door clicking shut. "I'll be back late at night though."

His voice made the throbbing sensation return to the space between my legs. I could feel myself dripping like a leaking tap. "Fuck," I muttered. "Addison , you're in so much denial."

Inhaling, I raised my dress a little higher and slid my hands up my thighs. I allowed my fingers to roam about slowly, my heart beating against my chest rapidly as though I was doing something forbidden. 

Maybe it was forbidden because I was thinking about my best friend's stepdad. Imagining it was his muscular arms roaming beneath my dress. I could feel his presence and his smell intoxicated me some more. Something about that gave me the confidence to move my hands deeper. 

"Bloody hell!" I gasped, pulling my fingers out and adjusting my dress. I swallowed hard and shifted on my foot. "You should knock," I told him, finally realizing the reason why I had suddenly perceived his scent and felt his presence. That part had not been a part of my imagination. I could feel my face burning in embarrassment as he stared at me.

"I did not expect anyone to use this bathroom," he said coolly. He was wearing only pyjama trousers and his arms were folded across his chest as he stood in the doorway. "There's a bathroom in Leslie 's room." He said like I was the one trespassing. 

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked, wanting to know if he actually saw me. 

"Long enough."

"Okay," I squeaked, wanting the ground to open up and swallow me. At this moment, I could die of shame. "Excuse me."

Instead of moving away from the door, he took a step further in. His hands grabbed my waist gently and with ease, he placed me on the countertop. His left hand rested on my knee comfortably and it began to slide up in a painfully pleasurable way till they were only inches away from my panties. He squeezed gently. "Where did you stop?" 

"T-t-this sh-shouldn't be happening," I stammered. 

"Did you finish yourself off?" He asked, squeezing my thigh again and moving closer to me. The heat between my legs intensified and I quivered slightly. "Or you want me to help you?" 

His voice has dropped to a seductive murmur.

"I don't need help," I choked. It was a lie and I knew he could tell. I wanted him so badly but this was wrong. He was the fiancé of my best friend's mother. "This is wrong."

"Wrong, but it is what you want." His hands slid my underwear aside. "You are awfully wet."

The moan came out before I could stop it and my legs clenched together. I rolled my eyes backwards in pleasure and closed them.

"No one has ever made you feel this way?" He asked. "What about that little boyfriend of yours you and Leslie  are always talking about?" 

"Get lost," I hissed, slapping his hands away.