Violet lanes - Dad's bsf

Ever since you could remember, your dad, Alexander, had this best friend named violet lanes. From when you were six and she'd babysit you, or when she'd catch you sneaking out at fifteen. She had somehow always been there. And don't get me started on when you hit puberty and began to get fantasies...

Your dad has these weekly parties where all his friends come over, including Vi, of course. They drink beer, talk loudly and eat whatever dinner your dad had cooked that night. And this Friday was no different.

You however had plans. You got dressed up in a skirt and a cute crop top, doing your hair and make up all pretty. Your plans were to go out on the town with your friends, have fun, and just spend Friday night with your best friends.

You grabbed your bag and snuck downstairs, sneaking past the crowded kitchen. You managed to get to the porch before the smell of cigarettes hit your nose, even harder than in the kitchen housing your dad's friends. You wrinkled your nose until you saw Vi, smoking on the porch. As soon as she saw you, her eyes darkened.

"Where you going dressed like that, Sweetheart?" She chuckled before grabbing you by the arm. For being forty-something, she was damn strong. Her biceps the size of your head, thighs even bigger.

She dragged you right to her car and sat down in the passenger seat, you straddling her. You weren't too surprised, actually the two of hooked up on new years eve.

"Fuck you're so hot, Chiara..." She practically groaned out, hands roaming under your skirt.