Her Dad’s Best Friend

Chapter 12

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He swallows. “I need to get the salt and pepper from our supplies.”

He kneels down to grab the seasoning for the fish. It’s simple, but my dad told me that he prefers

freshly caught mountain trout to any meal from a fancy restaurant.

That’s why we’re out here. It’s supposed to be my eighteenth birthday celebration, but really it’s an © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

excuse for my dad to run away from his life as a corporate big shot and go fishing in the woods. He’s

constantly surrounded by people at work, so he loves to hear the sounds of nature when nobody’s near

him.

We work in silence for a moment, side by side next to the small campfire. I’m wrapping the sweet

potatoes completely in foil so I can put them at the edges of the campfire. Technically, the sweet

potatoes are supposed to cook in the ashes, but my dad has never been patient enough to wait to do

them separately.

“I think that it’s okay now.” Lincoln stands up. The fish are on a spit, roasting above the fire. The smell

of cooking fish and burning wood fills the little clearing where we have our tents.

“Now we wait.” The campfire isn’t that big or that hot, so it’ll slowly cook everything. I tuck a strand of

hair behind my ear.

“What do you want to do while we wait? Play cards?” Lincoln looks at me like I’m the little girl he taught

to play Go Fish.

“I’m going to take a nap.” I smile at him and go into my tent. I open my jeans. I can’t make a sound, but

being so close to my crush is killing me. I don’t really date. No high school boy could ever compare to

Lincoln.

His scent mingled with the smell of our campfire turned me on. To be honest, his scent would turn me

on without the fire.

I put my hand on my most sensitive spot and closed my eyes.

“On your hands and knees.”

I hesitate.

“I’m not going to ask you twice.” His voice is soft, but the tone doesn’t leave room for resistance.

I bend over the log that we pulled next to the campfire. I can feel the hard wood under my soft stomach.

My hands are in the dirt.

I can feel his hands under me, unbuttoning my pants, unzipping them, and pulling them and my

underwear down. The wind touches me between my thighs, a gentle caress that makes me a little cold.

I shiver.

His huge hand settles on one soft ass cheek.

“I’ve been watching this ass swing while we’ve been hiking all day.” Without warning, his hand comes

down to strike me.

I cry out, startled and in a little pain. The pain mingles with pleasure as he softly strokes me where he

just hit me.

“You like that.” A finger is testing me, pushing inside of me. I’m soaking wet.

Then he’s sliding my wetness up to travel to my back door.

“Oh! Please don’t!” I yelp. “Don’t touch me there.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, his voice like black magic. “Relax, baby.”

“Okay.”

I take a deep breath and relax as his finger explores my back hole. Then he’s pushing the tip of one

finger inside of me. I don’t know if I like it. I moan as he stimulates places inside of me that I didn’t even

know existed.

A climax hits me like a semi-truck going 20 over the speed limit. No warning, but my body is soaring

from the impact.

I open my eyes and hope I didn’t make too much noise while I touched myself. I hunt for my makeup

remover wipes to clean off my hand, which smells like me now. I ball up the wipe and shove it into my

trash bag. I hope my dad never knows what I did. If he ever knew that I fantasized about his best friend

putting a finger up my ass, he’d probably check me into an insane asylum or something.

Cold Water

Lincoln

Camilla is in her tent taking a nap while her dad is out, which means that I have a rare moment to

myself. I take a look at the food that’s cooking. If it turns into a raging bonfire, Camilla will notice. Or

she’ll be asleep and all of our gear will go up in smoke.

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