Seducing My Dads Best Friend

SARAH'S POV

I adore his eyes, his charm, and those captivating lips. I long to feel his touch. He approaches me, and I grow impatient. 'Come closer,' I whisper. His body presses against mine, sending shivers down my spine. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, and I feel my heart racing. I deepen the kiss, and he responds with equal fervor.

His hands caress my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. I feel his warm breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He whispers sweet nothings, and I melt into his embrace. Our bodies entwined, I feel a connection like no other.

In this moment, time stands still. All that matters is the love we share. He whispers, 'I love you, Sarah,' and my heart skips a beat.

I wish. I wish he could even spare me a glance or look at me with desire burning in his gaze.

I rubbed my eyes as I sat on my bed with a smile on my face. It was the same dream I've been having ever since I was a teenager. Making love with the man of my dreams, I never get tired of having those dreams since they were the only times I get to see what I want to feel. I've been in love with my father's best friend ever since I was a teenager; he is so handsome, more handsome than my father, in fact, he can't be used to compare to my father because he was on a whole different level.

"Sarah." Yep, that's my father calling. I woke up late again, my sweet dreams wouldn't let me wake in time as I wanted it to last forever. Even after waking up, I still daydream about him.

"Sarah." Oops, I better get going before I get into trouble. "Yes, father, I'm awake, I'm coming." I rushed over to the living room, and I saw my father already dressed for work.

"Father, you're leaving this early, won't you have breakfast first?" I said as I tied my long hair in a ponytail.

He chuckled, "this early, do you know what time it is?"

I glanced at the wall clock, and my mouth formed an 'O'. I knew I must have woken up late, but this late. It was already 9 a.m. for God's sake, how was I meant to make him breakfast? "I'm sorry, father, I'll wake up in time from now on to make breakfast before you leave for work," I apologized sincerely.

"It's okay, I knew you must have studied late last night," he said stroking my hair.

I smiled because I knew what he thought wasn't true. Before I go to bed every night, I always imagine him in my head making love to me before I fall asleep and repeating those moments in my dream. I am really obsessed with his best friend.

"I'll get going now, take care. And don't mess around," he said before leaving.

I rolled my eyes, 'mess around?' My father always told me that many times before I leave for school. I won't blame him though, many college girls mess around, but I, well, I go to parties and have fun, but the messing around he was referring to, I don't do that.

I sighed and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I was really starving to the extent my stomach growled loudly. I ate and washed up before leaving for campus. It was not that far from our apartment, but I still needed to take a cab to get there. My best friend Helen was already waiting for me at the class entrance.

"Hey, I was worried you wouldn't come, I was even about to call you. What took you so long?" Her hands were on her waists as she spoke.

"What's the event?" I asked, not sure why she was so desperate to see me.