The car window was down and the sun was just beginning to set behind a high bank of clouds to the west as I eased my Kia rental up the Pacific Coast Highway. I had certainly heard about the beauty of this stretch of road, but had never been on it until today.
I had picked up my compact at LAX after a long transcontinental flight from Logan and was headed to an interview at UC Santa Barbara. I had made the first round of cuts for the doctoral program in Psychology and was hoping that a face to face meeting might help my cause and increase my chances of admission.
But while I was certainly apprehensive about the prospects of getting accepted into a highly competitive program, as well as my interview the next day, I had to admit I was even more excited about the prospects of staying with my host, Luke, in Santa Barbara.
Luke was my best friend's father and someone I had had a secret crush on since I was in high school. I had never told a soul about this, especially his daughter, Amy. And while I was quite certain that my feelings and thoughts about him would always remain purely fantasy, I was still incredibly excited at the prospect of staying at his house for two nights.
Amy was, in fact, the one who had initiated and arranged my stay and I had gone along with her idea happily. I could save the few dollars the university had sent me as a housing stipend for my visit and get to spend a little time with an older man who had long given me shivers to the core.
As I skirted the edges of Malibu and headed north, I thought back to the past and the incidents that had fed my Luke fantasy over the years. I was 27 now and single, but had a boyfriend I had left behind in Burlington. Our relationship was entering what I would consider the "serious" zone, but, for all practical purposes, I was still a single woman. And while I'd had my share of experiences and boyfriends over the past ten years, few men held a place closer to my heart, albeit secretly, than Luke.
Amy and I had become good friends in the 4th grade and I think we both felt we would always be friends. While our paths had diverged after high school, we had still managed to maintain our friendship from afar. She had married and settled down on the North Shore of Boston while I had pursued by Masters up in northern Vermont.
Growing up we had been inseparable and I had spent countless hours and many overnights with her family. In my youth, Amy's house had been my home away from home. I felt as close to her family as I did my own, and when my parents divorced when I was young and my father moved away, Luke had become almost like a step-father to me. His wife, Suzanne, and Amy's older brother, Peter, would always be like family to me.
As I had grown older I had found that I had become more and more attracted to Luke. Maybe it was just the energy of the household he had created, his irreverent sense of humor or maybe it was his strong physical presence. I could never quite put my finger on it. All I knew was that as I grew through and beyond my teens, I continued to find Luke to be a source of youthful fantasies.
Part of the attraction, I think, was the physical differences between us. Luke came from a Mediterranean background and that was manifested in his dark strong looks. He was a beautiful male specimen at six foot one with broad shoulders, a slender muscular torso and dark skin. He wore his black curly hair on the long side and had piercing brown eyes with long lashes. More than anything, however, I loved his smile. His eyes crinkled at the corners when he was amused and his entire face lit up when he was happy. His deep voice gave me goosebumps and his sense of humor never failed to make me laugh. He was a good person and, while I loved him like a father, I was drawn to him in a more basic way as well.
I, on the other hand, was of Irish descent and had dark red, almost brown, wavy hair and smooth alabaster skin. I'd always had a slender build, but had developed some very generous curves on my five foot seven frame over the last few years of high school that certainly had started catching the eyes of the boys in school. I'm not sure why I found the contrast of complexions between Luke and me so exciting, but I knew that I did.
I had never been able to put my finger on what it was that I felt for Luke, but as I headed north on the PCH on that March afternoon, I recalled two incidents that had defined my attraction to him.
The first had taken place the summer after graduating from high school. Luke and Suzanne had rented a lovely cabin up on a large lake in New Hampshire and had invited me to come along with Amy. Her brother was working that August and couldn't join them, so I jumped at the chance to spend a week with my best friend and her parents lazing on a beautiful mountain lake.
Amy was going to UC Santa Cruz in the fall and I would be staying in New England and attending Williams. Both Amy and I had worked most of the summer and would be heading our separate ways and off to school shortly after our trip north. I was excited to be spending a week with my best friend before we parted ways, but I was also looking forward to being around Luke for the week and seeing how it would feel to be with him on the beach or in a boat while wearing a bathing suit.
It was a relatively quiet week of swimming, boating, sun-bathing, and just hanging out and relaxing. Amy and I had both run cross-country in high school, so we would take off early each morning to run along the dirt roads surrounding the lake before returning for the day. We played games, read books, canoed and kayaked, made meals and just had a wonderfully relaxing time. The cabin had a large deck on the lake side of the structure that looked out over the water and we spent most of our time just hanging out on the chaise lounges sunning ourselves. I'm not a big sun-bather with such pale skin, but sun screen is my friend and allowed me to enjoy the hot sun in the waning days of summer.
More than once that week I caught Luke looking at me in my bathing suit. At first I found it a little embarrassing and was somewhat self-conscious. But once I'd become comfortable in the bikinis I'd brought along, I started to enjoy his furtive stares. There were times when Luke would be out on the deck with Amy and me as we were sunbathing. He would sit in a lounge chair in shades pretending to be reading a book or newspaper, but I could feel his eyes on me. By week's end I had gotten quite used to his looking at me and was enjoying it immensely.
The truth was, I was enjoying looking at him too. He looked damned good for a man in his late forties and I found myself wondering what he looked like out of his shorts or bathing suit. His chest was well defined and his back tapered down nicely to very slim waist. His stomach was flat and he had the cutest butt imaginable. Ohh, it was so tight and a perfect shape. I just wanted to grab it. A summer in the sun had given his body a bronze glow that contrasted so sharply with my own pale complexion.
I know he caught me looking at him a few times as well, so it almost became a little secret game we were playing with each other. His face would crinkle up in his warm smile and I could feel myself melt under his gaze. It felt so wrong to be attracted to someone so much older than me, and was made worse by the fact that he was my best friend's father. But I could not deny the feelings that kept welling up inside me whenever he looked at me, or I looked at him.
I became a little bolder as the week went by with regard to what I was wearing. I usually always wear a bra as I have rather prominent nipples that always show through a thin top if I've gone braless. But several evenings when we were relaxing around the cabin, I wore a tight top with no bra, just to see what sort of reaction I might garner from Luke. I tried to be subtle about this; I didn't want Amy or her mother to get suspicious. But I have to admit I kept pushing the envelope to see if I could get Luke's attention. It seemed to work as I caught him numerous times, eyeing my breasts, my long slender legs and my pert butt. I know he saw my coy smile.
One of the suits I had brought along was of a particularly slinky un-lined material, and when it was wet, it did very little to hide my body. The top would cling to my breasts in a way that showcased my nipples rather prominently, and the bottom would cling to my pussy lips. I had taken to shaving so that my pussy would be clean and bare and I can't deny that I felt excited when I felt Luke's eyes scanning the length of my body when I was laying on my back. I knew he must enjoy looking at the fleshy bulge of my mons and my very visible pussy lips.
Now, I was no virgin at this point, but I also hadn't had that many experiences. And, as I would find out in later years, the experiences I had had to that point were far from satisfactory. I had learned to take care of myself, however, and have to admit that Luke was often a subject of my fantasies when I was masturbating.
