After sneaking up the stairs, Bob's heartbeat surged. It was 2am. In spite of his adrenaline rush, Bob crept down the hall like a thief in the night. The house was quiet. Although Bob knew the women were sleeping soundly in their beds, he was prepared to retreat if he heard an errant sound.
Even though he could wait until another night, he doubted his wife would interrupt his scheme because she was out cold in their bedroom at the end of hall. An evening of alcohol and a couple of prescription sleeping pills guaranteed her absence from the pending drama.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom on the left, his daughter, Liza, was in a similar state as her mother. Although Liza and her girlfriend had already drunk too much at the club, Bob insisted they both have one more drink with him before heading to bed. What Liza didn't know was he had slipped one of her mother's sleeping pills into her nightcap.
He stopped and listened at Liza's door. He couldn't hear any voices or see any lights shining under the door. He knew his daughter was fast asleep but it was Liza's guest, Bella, which absorbed his interest. His mouth went dry as he thought about sexy Bella. Bella the tease.
Bella was Liza's new friend from college with odd traits. A literal bastard. A Nordstrom's junkie without a father to bankroll her habit. An excitement addict that would always look for trouble but then chicken out at the last moment. A model that shunned the runway but craved the attention. She didn't have a driver's license but was always borrowing friend's cars for a few days. A real mess.
At the beginning of the semester, the two girls had started hanging out and going to clubs together. Soon, they had become close friends and co-adventurers. Bella was a redhead, but not too red, closer to bright reddish brown. In a group of women, she was the one that glowed. Bella brandished steel blue eyes that trapped you into staring at her. Both features on their own were formidable but together, she was the most captivating woman he had met. But when he first saw Bella in tight, cutoff jeans, Bob could taste his lust for her.
She had legs built especially for those short shorts. Long. Firm. Sexy. Not an ounce of wasted curve. Legs made to wrap around his waist. Her shorts were cutoff just above the beginning of her ass, which was only hidden by the denim's frayed edges. When she sat or bent over, her ass was on full display. Even though Bella was great to look at, she also helped pull Liza out of her shell.
Extroverted Bella got Liza to do new things. Dancing. Surfing. Backpacking. Attending small theater productions with aspiring young actors. Liza was happy when she was around Bella instead of being depressed and lazy. The girls shared clothes and secrets. Maybe, one secret too many.
Onetime, when he wore a new suit he had just purchased, Liza mentioned that Bella thought Bob was handsome. His daughter was trying to get him to blush but it didn't work. Instead, Bob didn't react since he already knew Bella's feelings because, behind Liza's back, Bella had been teasing him for weeks. Short skirts. Big smiles. Promising eyes. Lingering touches when they passed in the kitchen. Yes, Bob already knew that Bella was interested in him.
Likewise, Bella already knew Bob was interested in her too. By the way he stared at her body, his sexual desire for her was evident. While Bella wasn't shy about displaying her body, Bob wasn't shy about showing his interest in it. Without caring that Bella knew his inner thoughts, he freely let his eyes caress every inch of her young, hard body. In fact, whenever Bella had dinner at his house, he couldn't stop looking at Bella.
Bella noticed his roaming eyes but no one else did. At first, Bella seemed uncomfortable with his lurid interest but that awkwardness soon passed. Sometimes, she even tried to match his stare with her own. Once, after Bob had openly stared at her cleavage, Bella let her eyes drop to his crotch and gave her lips a little swipe. Then she looked up and gave him a sexy wink but it ended in a laugh and a smile right before she ran away. She reminded him of a neophyte that got to the head of the line for the tallest roller coaster and then retreated. He had almost caught her twice before she escaped.
The first time, Bob had just arrived home from a late night at the office and Bella was sitting side ways in his recliner with her legs stretched over the padded arm. She was wearing a short dress and her long legs were on display. Bob concentrated on the fuck-me heels and bare legs. One leg bounced up and down while her tall heels rocked back and forth off the ball of her foot. Even though she knew the chair was his, Bella gave Bob a challenging look and said, "You don't mind if I sit here do you? We are getting ready to go out to a club and I want to rest my feet."
Her eyes were locked with his. The look on her face silently said, "What are you waiting for?" He kept staring at her as she leaned back against the other arm and stretched out so her red mane hung down the other side of the chair. Her tight dress displayed her upturned breasts and tiny waist to her full advantage. As Bob stood there, she continued to challenge him with her look.
Accepting her dare, Bob set down his brief case and started to walk over to her. He said, "You're in big trouble, bad girl." Her eyes got bigger but she didn't back down as he approached. Then Bella looked behind him and her face changed to fright. From behind him, he heard Liza say, "That's dad's chair. You better get out. He hates when anyone else sits in it."
Looking guilty, Bella quickly got out of the chair and slipped past Bob but the smile on her face said he had missed his chance. As she passed him, Bob's muscles twitched with desire to reach out and touch her.
Earlier that evening, he had almost caught her again. Dressed for clubbing, she had caught him looking at her legs in her short skirt just as his daughter left the room to get her purse. Leaning against the wall, she stood there and let him visually fondle her. When their eyes met, Bella's eyes smiled.
Bella's puffy red lips pouted as she shook her head to reprimand him, "Liza wouldn't like you looking at me like that." To further taunt him, she raised an eyebrow and added, "What bad thoughts are you having, Mr. Thompson?"
She looked down and pulled up the hem of her skirt further up her thigh. Not a lot, but just enough to promise more. The exposure of her forbidden flesh ignited a furnace inside his loins. With a sexy voice, Bella asked, "Were you looking for something, Mr. Thompson?"
Her flirtation was obvious but very effective. Only pretty girls could get by with such brash behavior because of their years of experience with male attention. Bob was in no mood to be teased. When he stood up to confront her, she giggled and ran after his daughter to escape but, as she ran around the corner, she looked back at him with a twinkle in her eyes. He could have caught her but Bob let her escape.
Tonight, she wouldn't escape. He would call Bella's bluff and the evening would end differently. Essentially, she was alone with him while the other women slept.
