My Dads Best Friend...

A Night Together

Kyle's POV

So about a quarter into this sappy romantic movie I started wondering if Daria was like...into me.

"So...Daria. Are you cold? I know you're in sweatpants, but the air has been on so...," I babbled.

"Uh...I mean yeah it's a little chilly," she said awkwardly.

"Oh well...you could scoot over here a little if you want."

"Oh. Okay. Thanks."

She slowly moved over against me a bit and I casually put my arm around her.

"Better?" I asked.

She smiled slightly.

"Yeah," she giggled.

She was great...

We finished the movie and we just sat and talked on the couch.

"Seriously? You really met her? Opera?!" Daria squealed.

"Well yeah, but it was in a gas station in Colorado," I laughed.

"What was she doing in Colorado?"

"I have no idea."

"Well...what were you doing in Colorado?" She asked.

"Long story..."

"I've got all night."

"Eh...I was young. Stupid."

"It was a girl?" She pretty much stated with a frown.

"Yeah. I was 18. I was immature and reckless. She moved and I chased her," I sighed.

"What happened when you found her?" She asked.

"Well...I found her address. I drove all the way there. I was slowly cruising down her street and as soon as I pulled up in front of her house...I saw her on her front porch. Kissing her ex that she left when she was living in Kentucky," I explained.

"Oh. I'm sorry. That must have been heart breaking," Daria said as she rubbed my arm.

I was slightly turned on by her sympathy.

"It was 10 years ago. It's the past now." I said.

"Yeah....I know," she sighed.

"Daria?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"Do you think Mark is the one?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think you'll be together forever? Have kids? Grandkids? Grow old together?"

"No."

Well that was blunt.

"Why?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah he's Mr. "Perfect", but he's not my "perfect"...and I think he might be cheating on me..."

"What?! With who?!" I snapped.

"I don't know, but I was in his car the other day and I found a receipt from that fancy Italian restaurant downtown, but what really topped it off was the underwear in his passenger side compartment...," she said.

"Seriously? That's sickening. Why the fuck would he cheat on you? Your gorgeous, smart, you have self respect, you're just perfect...and uh..."

Oops...

Daria's face glowed with some sort of wonderment...

"You really think all of that?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Thank you Kyle...that really means a lot to me and-,"

She was cut off.

By me.

Why?

Because my lips crashed onto hers...

She didn't pull away. In fact, she tilted her head for me to kiss her deeper.

I pulled away after about 30 seconds...

"I'm...Daria....I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-,"

I was cut off.

Why?

Because she crashed her lips onto mine.

"Don't be sorry," she mumbled in between kisses.

"Okay," I breathlessly let out.

I laid her down on the couch and climbed on top of her kissing her with whatever passion I had in me.

I moved down to her neck to give her time to breathe.

"Kyle?" She sighed.

"Yes baby girl?" I kinda moaned out.

"Can we go upstairs?" She asked.

"Yes," I said as I climbed off her and picked her up off the couch.

She wrapped her legs around me as I continued to kiss her neck.

We got upstairs and I took her into my room and laid her on the bed.

"What do you want to do?" I asked as I hovered over her.

"I...can I tell you something?" She gulped.

"Baby, of course you can."

"I'm a virgin." She spit out quickly.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked.

"I don't know...is it?"

"No baby girl. It's perfect. Innocent. My innocent baby..."

"I don't know how I feel...I want to...but I need to call it off with Mark before anything else happens...," she sighed.

"I understand baby...can I have one more kiss?" I asked. 

Daria nodded and leaned up to kiss me.

Pure bliss. That's all I felt with her...

"Will you sleep in here with me?" I questioned.

"Yes."

"Okay...goodnight my princess," I smiled as I moved a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"Goodnight Kyle...," and with that, she was asleep.

She really was everything I wanted...but the facts was still there.

She was 17...

And she was my best friend's daughter...