Please note that this story explores an incest fantasy. It's plenty hot, but if you want true incest, better look elsewhere
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"Okay, Nate, I've got a serious topic to discuss with you, and I'm trusting you to keep this discreet. We've been friends forever."
"Of course, Sheryl," I responded. "You're my best friend from way back. I think you know me by now."
"I'm not sure I know you that well when it comes to this topic!" she laughed. "But I do trust you."
"So what's up?"
"You know I have a lot of friends here at school. Girls talk. One of them confessed a fantasy to me. She would love to play it out if she could find the right partner. I said I may know someone who would handle it in the right way. She got intrigued real fast. Interested?"
"Whoah! I didn't expect that. You've set me up a few times and they've been good choices. One made it to serious girlfriend. I trust your instincts. What's the fantasy?"
"Nate, keep an open mind on this."
"Do I have to seriously hurt anyone?"
"No!"
"Then let's hear it."
"Okay, you win. She has serious Daddy issues. She wants to live out an incest fantasy with a father figure."
"Sounds pretty hot."
"You're not scared off?"
"Sheryl, I've heard it's common enough. It doesn't mean they want the real thing to happen. It's often a way to explore some sexy power dynamics. The father figure would appear to have the authority, but his little princess has a lifetime of wrapping him around her finger. And even if she secretly fantasizes about her own father, she can channel that fantasy in a safe way without messing up her family."
"And you know all this--how?"
I laughed. "Listen, best friend, I'm a horny guy that tries to know everything about sex. So maybe I've read a few things about women's fantasies."
Sheryl gave me a long look. "So I've got a pervert for a best friend?"
"Guilty."
We both laughed.
"Okay, it looks like you would be a great choice for her. I'll give you one more piece of information. She has a little crush on you. She wouldn't have any problem playing out this fantasy with her crush."
My cock hardened at this admission.
"Think I would crush on her?"
"Yes. She's your type. A kinky pervert."
We laughed as only good friends can.
"She's easy enough on the eyes," Sheryl continued. "Beyond that, you'll have plenty of time to learn yourself, but I think you'll like what you find. So you're in?"
"Absolutely. Helping a girl play out a fantasy? I'd have to turn in my man card if I didn't want to do that."
"Yeah, right. But you're not in fantasyland yet. I'm making both of you get tested and give me the results. She wants this as realistic as possible, so no condoms. And I'll vouch for her on the birth control front. She's protected."
"Makes sense. In the meantime, I'll come up with a plan. I'm thinking her father visits her at school for a night? I can get a hotel."
"That would work great and help play into the fantasy. Take her to dinner like a father would his daughter. Maybe she finds some excuse to stay over. I'll talk to her about it."
"I'll get tested tomorrow. Maybe we set this up two weekends from now?"
"Sounds good. She'll appreciate that you're moving out on planning. Like you really want to do this. I'll share her name when I get both of your results."
"Actually, you don't have to. I trust your judgment on who she is. It might make her more comfortable if she doesn't have to reveal herself until she knocks on my door."
"Nate, that's a good idea. She'll love you for looking out for her, and her trust level will grow. And thanks for the vote of confidence on my judgment."
Then she narrowed her eyes and looked into mine.
"Wait. I know you. This isn't just about her. This will turn you on, won't it?"
"Me? I'm just here to give a girl her fantasy."
"Right. And the fact that you bang some surprise hottie that comes to your door has nothing to do with it."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"She'll enjoy knowing that she's fulfilling a fantasy of yours. In fact, if you two hit it off, she could work with that in the future."
"What do you mean?"
"I think you have some planning to do, fantasy boy."
I knew my friend well enough that I wasn't getting anything more out of her. And the idea did turn me on. Sheryl had good taste. As she said, I'd get to bang some hottie soon after learning who she was.
"See ya around, Sheryl. I'm sure we'll pass our labs. Tell your friend a couple of things from me. First, what endearment does she use? Princess, baby girl, angel, something else? And I take it that she'll lead the seduction and I'll be the reluctant father figure, but check that. Finally, let her know that I really want to do this. Any friend of yours is going to work well for me, so she can relax. I'll be hot to trot."
"I'll pass those things along. Nate, thanks. This went easier than I thought."
"You doubted me?"
"No, I guess I didn't. I wouldn't have gotten her hopes up if I didn't think you'd do it. You have a soft spot for women, Nate. What I didn't expect is how this might play into your fantasies."
"I still have no idea what you're talking about. But I'll get some planning going." And I was out her door.
The next week went quickly. Sheryl reported all clear on the STD tests. I blew a number of loads onto my abdomen while I anticipated this fantasy. I also texted a few ideas back and forth with Sheryl, who was coordinating with this fantasy girl. The weekend visit idea worked for her. She would show up after a "sports practice," so she would have a change of clothes in her bag. Her bag would have her name on it, so we could maintain character. I would have a business relationship with a firm in town and would stay over Friday night to see my daughter.
Thursday before the date, Sheryl had me over.
"I want to give you a little background on fantasy girl. She's a senior that I've mentored for a number of years. So a year younger, but she's grown up and is a lot like us graduate students. Serious about her studies. Enjoys having fun, but knows how to balance that with school. Really wants to play out this fantasy before she graduates and loses the opportunity, although she's considering graduate school herself."
"Sounds good. I can work with that."
"Nate, I want you to really take care of her. I respect her a lot. Do your best for me, please?"
"Sheryl, I'll give her my best. I've been thinking about this, and I'm going to get into character and stay that way all the way through. In fact, I'm thinking she should have a safe word. This isn't a BDSM situation, but it may get emotionally intense. I'd usually let her pick it, but see if 'pineapple' works for her."
Sheryl snickered. "Already assigning safe words before a first date? This will be a great story to tell."
"You keep insinuating that there will be other dates."
"Nate, don't be an idiot--at least more than you usually are. A girl crushes on you and sets up a long-held fantasy. If it goes well, she's going to associate you with fulfilling her deepest wishes. That's not a bad place to start a relationship, if you're so inclined."
"We'll see. Anything else I should know?"
"I've told her your previous girlfriends complimented your oral skills, and she definitely likes that. And I said that you were open-minded, so she's free to suggest anything. I trust that's still the case?"
"Of course, Sheryl. You know me. I want to be good at everything, including fulfilling my partner's every desire."
"Yeah, right, lover boy. One more thing. She confirmed your intuition to let her lead the seduction part."
"I'm on it. Remember, this is part of the father-daughter power dynamics. Playing hard to get while a hottie seduces me? I can't wait."
"Don't play too hard to get!" Sheryl laughed. "She wants this. But I think you'll do great. Just wanted to give you the lecture to be on your best behavior."
"What are friends for? By the way, thanks for setting this up for me."
"You can add this to the mountain of things you owe me for," she said. "Now go home and rest up. I think you'll need your full stamina. She's not a one-and-done type of girl."
"My type exactly," I said as I got up. "See ya around, Sheryl."
In fact, I had abstained from beating off for a couple of days already. I was perhaps as worked up as this fantasy girl. Over the past week and a half, she had infected my mind. I liked women who worked to get what they wanted. And if she was a kinky little thing, all the better. But the father-daughter power dynamics were also taking root in the fertile soil of my dirty little brain. I wanted to see what she would do. And I wanted to experience a girl living out a fantasy--one compelling enough for her to take a risk to fulfill it.
I checked in Friday and texted Sheryl the room number. Fortunately, college town hotels were cheap on non-game weekends. I put a game on the TV--very Dad like. At 5:30, I got up to a knock on the door, remembering the right endearment.
"Baby girl! So good to see you!" I held my arms out and she rushed into the hug. She clung tight, and I felt her breasts mash into my chest. While the scent of her auburn hair filled my senses, my brain assembled what I knew about her.
Ashley. Tall. Athletic. Attractive. Smart. She really did play volleyball, and it kept her in great shape. I had watched her play a couple of times with Sheryl, but of course I didn't hit on her. That's the thing about a female best friend. You don't hit on her friends. Sheryl had explained that clearly to me.
"Okay, Nate, we need to have a discussion," she told me when we started High School. "You can't hit on my friends. Got it?"
"What are you talking about?"
"When a girl has a good guy friend, it can put her other friends into an awkward situation. They won't trust me if you're around and you're hitting on them. So, you don't. If they are interested in you, I'll handle it. You should thank me anyway. I'll screen the multitudes so you only get the best." She laughed.
