Trapped by My Crush's Dad

The day my crush’s dad broke into my bathroom, everything changed,

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I snapped two sexy selfies, ready sending them to my crush.

“Look at these. You look beautiful, Mila.These pictures will make Everett crazy" Ada, my best friend was fixated on my phone as she said this..

"Send the best one to Everett," I said with a Cheshire cat grin. “How about this one instead?" I selected another image of me positioned against a wall wearing black lacy lingerie.

Everett was my crush and I needed to make a solid impact. After all, he was sought after by plenty of girls and if I wanted to stand out, I had to go to extremes.

Ada suggested nonchalantly, "Why not send both?"

An arched eyebrow was my immediate reaction.

"What? It wouldn't hurt to give him more options when looking at your pictures, if you catch my drift," she added, making a suggestive pelvic motion with her hand.

I stared at the pictures, considering Ada's proposal. She did make a valid point. Honestly, even just gazing at them was getting me aroused. I could only begin to imagine what his reaction would be. I knew he would immediately be thirsty of me and I really wanted that.

"Moment of truth," I said, my thumb hovering over the send button. I stared at the small gallery setup of my photos then tapped it.

A bolt of electricity filled my core and I had to sit down on the bed. Feeling light headed and turned on, I crossed my legs, bouncing my knees in anticipation.

Everett's dad, Mr. Williams, and my dad worked at CloseNet Engineering, a company they had started together fifteen years ago. Since then, our families had weekly dinners together, went on vacations together, even spent holidays together.

"Everett has been such a tease lately," I said, thinking back to all of the dirty texts he'd sent me. I squeezed my knees together.

Through high school, Everett and I had flirted on and off with each other. But nothing ever happened. He was a bad boy, a player, every girl's wet dream. We just never had the chance, which was partly my fault. Whenever he came on to me, I pushed him away, loving the thought of teasing him.

Before Ada left for the day, she made me promise to text her as soon as Everett replied. But whenever I checked my phone, there were no messages from him.

At four p. m., my knees were bouncing up and down, my lip was drawn between my teeth, my heart was racing. He had always replied within minutes.

Maybe he didn't want to play this game anymore. Maybe sending two pictures was too many. I didn't know, but I wanted to find out. What if something was wrong?

My phone buzzed, and I immediately jumped up and opened up the message.

Everett Williams: Mila, I don't think this is appropriate.

Inappropriate... Really? We'd been flirting for a couple of months now and I hadn't run into any problems. He certainly hadn't rejected me before. If anything, he was probably jerking off to all the sexting I'd sent to him.

Me: What do you mean? You didn't like the pictures?

He replied within seconds.

Everett Williams: Oh no, I love them. It's hot.

Me: Then, what's the problem, Everett? Come over. My dad's at work.

Everett Williams: Check who you're texting.

]I gazed up at the contact, eyes widening. "Shit. How could I be so stupid?" My cheeks flamed with embarrassment. I reread the name over and over. Still not believing that I just sent my dirty, naked pictures to Everett's dad.

Me: OMG, I'm so sorry, Mr. Williams. I meant to send that to someone else. Please don't tell my dad I sent those to you! I'm so embarrassed.

I pulled the blankets over my head, trying to shield myself from the embarrassment that wouldn't leave me alone. My cheeks felt like they were on fire; my heart was racing faster than it was before.

Mr. Williams: Don't be embarrassed, Mila. You're very sexy. But next time, remember to protect yourself.

My eyes widened at his reply, and for a moment, my core burned. Mr. Williams was nearly my father's age, but he had always been undeniably attractive. Ada and I had a huge crush on him in high school.

I took a deep breath and decided to keep my response short.