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"Mr. Vandt!" I say high pitched by way of greeting. My backpack swings across my back and hits the kitchen counter with a thud.
Nothing. Not a damn grunt or his normal hey kid. He's completely taken by whatever is on his work computer in front of him.
"Hellloooo" Waving my hand in front of his eyes, I try to get a response. "Earth to Brendon" I tease, his first name feeling weird off my lips.
Brendon Vandt. Beautifully sculpted from the Gods themselves, 6 foot 3 with a the sexiest jaw line, gray eyes in a that kind of hot constant focus. His hair clean cut and black as night. One of our towns most eligible bachelors.
Oh! And he's my best friend dad.
Blair Vandt has been my friend ever since she put her fist into the face of my arch nemesis, Katie stupid Humphrey after she embarrassed me in front of of my whole 6th grade class for not wearing thongs yet.
It was all history after that. We were attached at the hip, and spent more time together than we did apart. Sleepovers were a nightly occurrence and most of the time I was at her house. With my sorry excuse for a home holding its horrors and traumas it was definitely the more unstable of the two.
Blair's parents never minded having me. In fact I became a second daughter in the house. Her mom helped me through my first period and comforted me when my first boyfriend broke my heart. She filled the voids left empty. And Mr. Vandt, he rough housed me. Taught me how to do things like stand up for my self and how to throw a punch. Up until their long and drawn out divorce that ultimately destroyed Blair.
Together we got through it but it was ugly. It started with small fights over late nights working and only got worse. Blair's mom left after everything and then it was just her and Mr. Vandt... and me.
"Oh my god! So today my science teacher, Professor Conlan, remember me telling you about him? Yea, can you believe that pervert hit on me?!" A lie. But his head jerked up, his eyes immediately looking over me. Head to toe, seeing me for the first time since I got home.
After the divorce when I turned 16, the lines between Mr. Vandt and I became blurred. If there was something I wanted more than anything, it was someone that loved me a way a father would, and he did that... but we both knew we weren't father/daughter and when my hormones hit, it became harder to see him as second dad and instead I started looking at him like Brendan fucking Vandt.
"What...did he do to you?" His tone a bit darker than normal. Definitely struck the right nerve.
A laugh escapes me before I can stop it and in less than a second he slams the computer closed and rounds the counter to get a better once over of me. "Calm down big guy." Holding my hands up. "Just jokes."
His face relaxes a little but definitely annoyed with my attempt at humor. "Where's Blair?" He asks before turning and going to fridge to grab a drink. He was definitely in a bad mood. Probably had to lay off another loser college kid that thought he could get by doing the bare minimum.
"Soccer. Like she is every Friday after school." I roll my eyes. "She's going out with Jake after and told me not to wait up. So it's just you and I!" I sing song trying to cheer a smile out of him. "Wanna get pizza, get a little tipsy and watch that new true crime special?" I wiggle my eyebrows in anticipation.
Mr. Vandt was hesitant to let us drink originally but after we convinced him we were safer here than driving home from a party he let his "strict guy" wall down a little.
"Im tired Hannah" he sighs "it's been a long one" taking another swig of his drink.
"Since when did you become so old and boring?" I really should be treading carefully with the mood he was in but I was thirsty for his attention so I push. "You're no fun anymore." I turn to go to the room. "I'm gonna go out tonight, don't wait up" I toss over my shoulder walking with frustrated steps to my/Blair's room.
"Hannah.." he growls frustrated and I can hear his glass it the counter.
Too late. I slam the door and get busy.
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Three hours later and I'm showered and dressed in the sluttiest looking dress I can find. A short form fitting red dress that hugs my body in all the places that matter. It's silk through and through, strappy in the back that dips to the top of my ass. And the bottom half is semi flowy and barely reaches my mid thigh. Hot.
My walnut waist length hair is waved slightly and I settle with a light dose of mascara and nude lipgloss. The green eyes staring back at me are convinced we made the right choice.
After I calmed down I messaged Jace Edward who always knows the where to party houses and let me know there was one tonight at a senior, Kevin's house. And that was that.
I grab my phone off my bed and take another sip from the stashed booze Blair and I keep hidden. Feeling slightly tipsy and with a bit more courage I open the door and head to leave.
Mr. Vandt is no where to be seen. I look at the clock on the stove. 8:24. Old man probably went to bed. Now im instantly annoyed. I stomp over to the fridge and grab one of his bottle and chug the whole damn thing before slamming the fridge. I toss it in the sink and go to leave.
"What the fuck are you wearing?"
His voice hits me like brick wall and makes me pause for a brief second before I start again.
"Hannah! I'm talking to you." He yells across the living room. I can hear his steps start and lock into a steady pace.
"Go to bed old man." I slightly slur. When I reach the front door and go to open it I slightly stumble, and that s when I feel one of his massive hands grab my waist to settle me. In half a second he stands me back up, closes the front door with the other hand then has me pressed up against it.
"Call me an old man one more time." He hisses through his teeth. He's so close I can smell his body wash. I open my mouth to retort but choose better. "One side of his mouth tilts up. "That's what I thought. Now, I asked you...what..the..fuck..are..you..wearing?" He ends in a whisper that slithers down my neck.
I'm not sure if it's the alcohol or my pure stupidity but I have to clench my thighs together at the tingle that's building between them. He doesn't miss it. His eyes track the movement and he looks back up through his long lashes and fuck if it wasn't the hottest damn thing...
"I'm going out!" I shout trying for a distraction. "I.. im going out with some friends." I close my eyes trying to steady my breathing. He's too fucking close.
"Hmm ok. so you think you're going out... in this" he uses his hand to wand up and down my body. "At 9 o clock at night with "friends"" he air quotes and lets out a breathy laugh. "Do you normally dress like this for your friends?"
"Why's it matter to you? 3 hours ago you couldn't even look up at me and give me 5 minutes of your time.. so yea, I'm going out with people. And yes I'm wearing this hot ass dress that I know someone will appreciate and give me all the attention I deserve!" Ugh this fucking guy. I go to shove him but he grabs my fists.
Mr. Vandt was big. Like fucking break your arm with his hand BIG! Me? I'm 5'9 and all of 150 pounds. He towered me. I never had a chance at getting one up on him.
He takes both my fists into one of his hands and holds them over my head. When he brings his face down to mind he tilts his head sideways and his tone isn't friendly "When boys see you in this dress, there is only going to be ONE thing on their mind. And I think you're a smart enough 17 year old girl to know what that is princess." He was mocking me. Trying to get that rise out of me but I wasn't gonna take the bait.
"Is that what you're thinking about right now Mr. Vandt?" I taunt pushing my hips forward to try and connect with his. A brief moment of shock flashes in his eyes and then they turn dark. "Are you thinking about what it'd be like to take this dress off me and.."
"That's enough!" He slams my hands into the door above my head but I'm going now. The alcohol is slamming courage into me now and I can't stop. I look down assessing him now. No shirt, gray shorts and ....was that a buldge growing there.
"Why? Cause it's true?" I pull on my hands trying to get them free. "Do you want me Brendan?"
And for the first time I witnessed one of his lines get blurred. His breathing hitched and he looked ack and forth between my eyes looking for an answer he thought was there. My eyes dropped again and when i saw the outline of him was pressed against his shorts I couldn't stop the whimper that left my mouth.
I shifted and felt how wet I'd become and was desperate for friction.
"You're a real brat that doesn't know when to shut her mout..." before he could finish the word I pushed up on my toes and locked my mouth onto his.
It was so fast and when he pulled away the heat hit my face at the embarrassment of what I'd done. Shit.
He pulled back still holding my hands against the wall. His breath was ragged and if I wasn't mistaking he looked like a man thirsty for water. A second later his mouth was back on mine. And this time he didn't pull away. He wrapped his free hand around the small of back and pulled my body to his. His grip was so strong that he was lifting me off the ground and i was being crushed to his. His chest flesh with mine and the massive outline of his cock pressed into my stomach. I moaned into his mouth and he waisted no time shoving his tongue in to steal the sound.
He pulled his mouth back and started down my neck "this is your fault" kiss "you're a fucking brat" and his lips reached back to mine "you and this dirty mouth".
His hand were wild. Desperate. Almost like he had been holding back and this was his opportunity to let go. The hand holding my wrists let go and he wrapped it around my waist to meet the other. The kiss deepened and his hands dropped down and grabbed my ass. The sound that came from him was enough to make my legs tremble.
My arms wrapped around his neck and I kissed him like this might be my only chance. Tomorrow he'd realize how stupid of a girl I was and hate me for this.
I unlocked one of my hands and pushed it down the front of us feeling everyone of his abs along the way until they reached the top of his pants. I pushed father and grabbed the length of him. What I could grab atleast. He was fucking huge.
My experience with men..boy was pretty much nothing. Kissing and a single attempt at a blow job 4 months ago. So inexperienced was an understatement, I just wasn't ready in a lot of ways to go all the way. But right here in this moment, I wanted it.
His hands set me down and one started skating to the front of my dress. He was sliding it down my thigh and grabbed the bottom of my dress with his thumb. He was struggling with himself. There was an internal battle going on there but he was so entranced by everything else.
"I want this" I breathed. "I want you, Mr. Vandt"
Trance broken.
Brendan pulled back breaking the kiss and took three steps back for good measure to put distance between us.
I went to take a step towards him but he retreated another two steps. "Hannah. Im sorry." His eyes were laced in pain. Regret?
"I'm not" I say adjusting the bottom of my dress.
"You're Blair's best friend."
"So"
"I've helped raise you."
"Okay"
"You're 17 for fucks sake!" He tells and runs his hand through his hair.
"Who cares?" I whine. "I can't stop thinking about you. I think about you all the time. You take care of me. You're fucking hot. You're smart. I don't want the boys that go to my school. I want you!"
"I'm 36 Hannah! Youre so young. You're a child!"
"I am not a child anymore." I scowl "I grew up Vandt. I got tits.. curves...hormones. I want different things now. I NEED certain things now."
"You don't know what you need, Kid." He laughs humorously shaking his head.
"Don't fucking "kid" me." I storm up to him and shove him back with everything I have. He barely moves. "Just because you're scared doesn't mean you get to "kid" and "child" me! Fuck off, I'm leaving." I turn in complete fury and go for the door.
"Don't you dare" he reaches over and pushes the door closed.
"Let me go! I'll go get fucked by Professor Conlan, I bet he'd be so willing to rip my panties off and have his way with me."
This time he yanks me by the wrist away from the door and right into him. "My room, now." He growls
I open my mouth to argue but decide against it when he gives me a warning glare that sends my skin shivering. His arm lifts up and points in the direction of our rooms.
"Now" it was a demand.
For the first time practically living in this home, when I reach the end of the marbled hallway, I choose the door on the left instead of the right.
...to be continued