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His Best Friend’s Daughter: Erotica Short Story

By Shelly Pasia

Copyright@2017 by Shelly Pasia

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This Erotic Short Story is loaded with, hot, graphic sex! It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

Cyrus woke up with a start. Someone was pounding on his door. He jumped out of bed, his heart bounding with what seemed to be the same intensity as the pounding on the door and ran toward his living room. His hands automatically reached for his gun and he cocked it as he moved.

“Who goes there,” he bellowed, his mind still in a tangled web.

“Cyrus, open up! I’ve been banging on your door for hours!” came a female voice.

The voice sounded familiar. Where from, Cyrus could not really tell. He shook his head, trying to clear it before he moved toward the door.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Come on, Cyrus. It’s Amy!” Amy said. Amy sounded angry.

Cyrus did not realize who Amy was until she pounded on the door again. That was when it hit him that his best friend’s daughter had come to his house in the middle of the night. He jumped on the door and tore it open, which in turn let Amy fall in because she had been leaning on the door. Closing the door behind him, he switched on his lights and pointed the gun at her.

“What time is it Amy?” he asked.

“I don’t know. A few minutes past two. Why are you pointing that gun at me?” she asked trying to get up.

“Why are you here?”

“I can leave if you want me to.”

Cyrus knew it was a bad idea for her to be in the house at this hour. But then again where was he letting her go to? Would he be responsible if he let her go and then something bad happened to her? He wondered why he had even shown her his house in the first place.

“Answer my question Amy, why are you here?” Cyrus asked. He was yet to put his gun down.

“You know I wish you were pointing at me with something else other than that gun,” she said softly, her eyes falling on his groin.

“Hey! Eyes on me or I swear to God I am going to throw you the fuck out. Why the hell are you in my house?” Cyrus bellowed.

“I fought with my parents, all right? I need somewhere to crash for a few days.”

“A few days?”

“Yes, until I have a place of my own,” Amy said.

Cyrus thought about what the woman had said and started to laugh. He laughed for a long time. Why the young woman thought life was so easy was something he would never come to understand. Did she even know how much the cost of living had gone up to allow herself such thoughts?

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