This one is a bit of a slow burn. For those of you who like your stories to strike quick and hard, this may be a bit frustrating. But for those of you who enjoy stories to build slowly, with an inevitable intensity, until they strike so deep and shaking the release is a full body cascade... this may be for you.
Here's hoping these stories will eventually knit together in something like a greater, more perverted design. Enjoy.
CHAPTER 1
Michaela Birch kept her biggest fetish secret.
Like most girls coming out of college, she had a pretty, free, open, and joking vibe with her girlfriends when they talked about sex. She knew which of their boyfriends were horrible in bed, which ones she would jump on in a flash if they became single, and which of her girlfriends pushed the limits.
Still, Michaela kept her kink, and its secret fulfillment, to herself. First, because she was not sure how they would react and second, her kink involved someone they all knew.
The drama--if discovered--would be spectacular. Her secret was this: She had seduced her best friend's father.
Sure, a few of her friends probably had the same kink thinking about older men. But Michaela suspected if you're a hot, put together twenty-something girl and all you fantasize about are men old enough to be your father, friends may joke to your face, but behind your back they'll talk a blue streak about your weird Daddy issues. At least that's what she feared.
For most, those fears would be deterrent enough to stuff down their desires and become unhappy. But Michaela had seen enough of the world to know delirious delights were there for the having if you reached out in just the right way. In just the last year of college she had experienced two situations most people would consider their peak sexual exploit. First was with her FWB, a safety on her university's football team and two of his teammates. Second was a scorching three-month affair with her favorite art history professor who she now thought of as her starter Dom.
Still, fucking someone of your parent's age who all your friends knew (and fancied to be sure) was another turn-on. While it was true there's less and less deemed forbidden these days, actually, in real life fucking your friend's dad would definitely put Michaela in another category.
But by 24, she had learned 'Forbidden' drove her wild. Well, I guess I have daddy issues, she thought.
If she was in mind for a screaming orgasm, she had to imagine an older, handsome man sporting salt and pepper in his hair taking his lifetime of experience out on her soft, curvy body and filling her sweet, tight pussy. Outside of the bedroom she was a typical hard-charging, got-my-shit-together young professional. But inside the bedroom, Michaela wanted an older man who couldn't help but pounce on her young, supple curves and didn't leave her alone until she was a soaked mess--sweating, sore and satisfied.
All of this was to say Michaela's ultimate fantasy came to pass this last weekend: being wrecked thoroughly by a man who she'd known since high school.
So yes, Michaela had Daddy issues. They all stemmed from the original daddy: her best friend Veronica Ravenwood's father. Michaela had known Veronica since they were both freshmen and Micha had loved her for just as long. Throughout high school, she went to Veronica's house every weekend to watch movies or reality trach, study in her room or tease boys over Snapchat. When they prepped for senior prom, they dressed at Veronica's.
And through every one of those years, Michaela would pray to catch a glimpse of Patrick Ravenwood, Veronica's fit, hot, handsome father. He looked like an older version of Mark Ruffelo, with a kind and striking face. He had an athlete's grace that hinted at a real strength buried under his easygoing persona.
The only indication Michaela ever had he noticed her was when she came downstairs to get into the limo on prom night. Michaela saw his eyes go to Veronica and she could see the pride and happiness he had at having such a beautiful daughter. But when his eyes moved to her, Michaela could see them open wide, his smile sharpen, his lips open involuntarily. When he saw Veronica he saw his little girl. When he saw Michaela, months before she went off to college, his eyes traced her every curve she had before he caught himself and looked away lest Veronica, or her mother and Patrick's wife Lauren, noticed.
They missed his indiscretion, but Michaela had noticed. She had a private, prideful smile all through prom.
When she was alone during her freshman year of college, tracing her fingers along her pussy, Michaela would imagine him giving her that look when they were alone. She would imagine him coming to her, gentle but powerful, strong and overwhelming, driving into her a pleasure Michaela never got from most of the timid and fumbling nice guys or the cocky and self-centered boys her age. If it weren't for her football incident and Professor Wolf, she would have graduated from college a supremely frustrated young woman.
And the years since graduation had not been much better.
She was almost twenty-four and about to finish graduate school, so she hadn't seen Patrick in years when Veronica told Michaela she was going to marry Brett Sanders. The wedding was set for July at the Mayflower, the famous, grand luxury hotel in Washington, D.C.
Michaela got there the day before the rehearsal.
Walking into the lobby with her stuff Michaela was brought up short by a tall, older man in line ahead of her. He had his hand on the handle of a stylish rolling suitcase with a suit bag hooked to it. His stance was relaxed, but even through his clothes, Michaela could see a trim body that would be the envy of a man twenty years his junior. It wasn't until the desk clerk called his turn that Michaela saw his profile and nearly fainted.
It was Patrick Ravenwood. He looked better than he had ten years before. He had that George Clooney thing going on, where for every year added he became that much hotter. Laying eyes on him Michaela had to fight off a rush of sharp greed. If we had been alone in a room right then, Michaela wouldn't have been able to help putting her hands on him. That's how good he looked.
"Patrick?" Michaela said before she thought.
Looking at her, he gave a warm, delighted smile that felt like the sun breaking across her skin.
"Michaela? Wow, look at you," he said. "And... WOW, look at you."
She was tickled to see him actually goggle at her for a moment before catching himself.
To play along Michaela spun in place, a joking little motion that had the benefit of showing off her summer dress and the womanly curves it was chosen to accentuate.
"How have you been?" he asked.
"Good. Pushing through graduate school now. It will be to graduate again but this time get actually get a job," Michaela said. She waved her hand around the lobby as if to somehow indicate everything about the wedding weekend. "But I suspect you've heard while prepping for all this."
"I do. Lauren is taking the brunt of that with Veronica, but I think I've heard the highlights."
She smiled and laughed nervously. With a few words Michaela had somehow managed to hit several sore points at once. Patrick and Lauren had divorced in her last year of high school. Veronica's mom had cheated on him and it flung a wrecking ball through all their lives. Her friend has spent most of her college career not talking to her mother and the feelings had only begun to thaw in the last year or so. While they did patch things up by the time Veronica graduated, there were still chilly edges to the interactions between V and her mom.
Some of their reconciliation had been imposed by the turbulence of the last few years. When she couldn't get a job straight after graduation, V reluctantly moved into her mother's house and Lauren took the opportunity to do everything she could to mend fences. With her daughter, at least.
"Well, I'm glad to see things looking up for Veronica," Michaela said, trying to distract him. Then, before Michaela could stop herself she said, "It is nice to see you again. It will be fun to catch up."
On what? Michaela asked herself. Michaela could see the words surprised him too by the quizzing tilt of his head. But then he gave her a smile she'd never seen before.
"Yes. I think it will, Michaela," he said. Michaela was thrilled through her lingering embarrassment. She lapsed into silence as he checked in and gave him a silent wave as he moved off towards his room.
While checking in, Michaela was distracted by the tantalizing possibilities. Was she onto something with him, or had she blown any chance for him to see me as something other than Veronica's little friend.
Over the next twenty-four hours, Michaela began to get her answer. It was difficult to control her thrills.
Through the next day's activities, breakfast in the hotel's restaurant, the bridal party luncheon, the rehearsal and dinner, Michaela kept seeing Patrick's eyes dart from away as her's looked to him. He was watching her when he thought she wasn't looking. Michaela hoped no one was looking at her when she realized this because every time she would get a flash of heat, of excited desire and find herself wet at the thought he could not keep his eyes away.
Strangely, through it all, Michaela was also feeling sorry for him. Lauren could barely keep her disdain contained. She was never a huge fan of Lauren, but now Michaela went from an uneasy discomfort to a straight and full hate.
No one loves a cheater, so Lauren had that going against her. But as everyone worked through the rehearsal and set off for dinner Michaela could hear in every word Lauren said to him, every request, every offhand comment, a core of spite. And through it all, he was pleasant, polite and accommodating.
As she sat at dinner, witnessing Lauren's swipes and stabs, Michaela found herself for a fissure in the exchange where she could step between them.
But he never gave her an opening. Michaela would suspect he was being passive-aggressive, but she could see he just didn't have a dog in the fight she wanted to start.
As the rehearsal dinner wound down, Michaela found herself sitting with Patrick at one of the tables, watching over the aftermath of dessert, anticipating the import and ceremony of the next day.
Michaela saw him watching Lauren pepper Veronica with motherly second-guessing.
"I would say you should go over and bail Veronica out," she said. "But I think Lauren would love that too much."
"It is amazing to watch her itch for a fight," Patrick said, laughing.
"Veronica knows," Michaela said, wondering again if she was fumbling her chance to comfort him amid the stress. He looked at her with a confused smile.
"Knows what?" There were light lines around Patrick's eyes. Not those of an old man, but those of a handsome man living through every day. Michaela's stomach fluttered at seeing them shift with his smile.
"What she... What Lauren is," Michaela said. "I see you being the bigger man here, and I just want you to know even though you're being polite and nice it doesn't mean Lauren is fooling anyone. Veronica can see who's importing the stress. It looks to me like Lauren is trying to make you out to be some person you're not by trying to have a fight that just isn't happening. I just want you to know Veronica can see right through it."
Patrick nodded sadly in understanding.
"What do you think Michaela should do?" he asked.
