The Perfect Fuck Buddy Ch. 01

Alex walked into the house, sighing to himself.

That wasn't bad...

Stacy was a friend of a friend. That friend, Manny from college, had told him that not only was she close to his age, pretty, and athletic, but also that her bubbly personality and straightforward attitude would complement his laid-back demeanor and thoughtful approach.

At first, the date had been promising. There had been definite chemistry, and their personalities had meshed well. However, Stacy had made it clear early on that she was looking for a future husband at this point in her life and was hoping to find one sooner rather than later. That topic had come up quickly, and when he had mentioned Carmen and Ariel in response, it had triggered interest in her.

I've seen it before...I've already been married, so I'm proven husband material, and I have a daughter, so I could be a guy to start a family with.

After the topic had been broached and discussed, Stacy had continued to work her desire to settle down into their conversation.

She would want to lock it down soon. And that's not really what I want...

Dinner had been pleasant enough, and the coffee they had agreed to get after had been similarly benign.

We're not looking for the same things in a relationship...it would be tough to hash that out.

After coffee, they had parted ways, with a vague agreement to keep in touch, but nothing definite regarding another date.

Sighing again, he trudged over to the couch and sat down heavily.

TV, porn, or bed...tomorrow is Saturday, so I could do the first two and then go to bed...

Footsteps pitter-pattered on the upstairs hallway floor, and then thundered down the staircase.

Ariel swung herself around the bottom of the stairs in her customary dismount, launching herself into the living room, standing expectantly before him, wide smile illuminating her face.

"How did it go?"

He sighed a third time, and her smile fell.

"What happened?" she asked, joining him now on the couch, folding her legs up underneath herself, fixing her quizzical stare at him.

He shrugged.

"That's not an answer," she told him sassily.

He replied with another shrug, and then dodged her playful whack.

"Daddy! Tell me what happened, I want to know."

"It was alright, but I don't think it would work out."

She frowned.

"How do you know if you don't at least give it a chance?"

"I just had the idea that it wouldn't work out. We're looking for different things. The date was alright, but that's about it."

She frowned again, and looked away, lost in thought.

Alex glanced at her, waiting the next question or comment, but was briefly distracted.

Sometimes I forget how much you look like Carmen...and then I look at you.

The two women shared the same olive skin tone, as well as dark brown hair, certain facial features, a short stature, and a curvy figure.

Although Ariel had always resembled her late mother from a young age, that last similarity had become noticeable once she had hit puberty. Now that she was nineteen years old, only a little older than Carmen had been when he had first met her, it was easy to take a quick, sidelong glance at her and mistake the daughter for the mother. Even her breasts, in their youthful pertness, and her ass, in its ripe roundness, reminded him of Carmen's.

He had seen her naked countless times when she was younger, being her father, but after she had reached a certain age, she had discovered shame, as many children did, and made sure to keep her clothes on around him as often as possible. Her reaction the few times he had accidentally caught sight of her in just her underwear had usually been a shriek of surprise and a hastily slammed door.

But then her sensibilities had changed again some time in high school. Suddenly, there were no shrieks and slammed doors when he caught her in any state of undress, only a breezy greeting. The first time she had padded into the kitchen in the morning wearing only a bra and panties had surprised him, and it had been then, given a few minutes to look at her body, that he had realized that she had gotten her physical attributes from Carmen. That realization had been followed swiftly by shame at how he was checking out his daughter, even if it was largely to compare her to her mother.

Now, as a young adult, she was just as open and comfortable around him. Although she did not go out of her way to wear just a bra and panties around him, the clothes that she did wear at home did nothing to hide her curves. That lack of modesty meant that he had plenty of chances to compare her figure to her mother's.

As if on cue, his eyes slide down to her breasts, covered by a thin t-shirt, their shape evident, the nipples slightly indenting the material, and further down still, to where her shorts were short enough to show off the bottoms of her ass cheeks.

Jesus Christ, I really shouldn't be checking you out...if only you had my looks and Carmen's personality instead of this...

His eyes now returned to her face, just as she swung her head back to look at him.

"I'm worried about you," she proclaimed solemnly.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why? Because of tonight's date? It wasn't that bad."

She stared at him, a serious expression on her face that gave him pause.

"When was the last time you had sex?"

He was unable to answer for a few moments, thrown and taken aback by the painfully blunt question.

"That...that is none of your business," he finally was able to respond.

"Probably not since Maggie," she said. "Which would be at least June."

"That's none of your business," he repeated, eyes wide at the turn this conversation had taken.

"You're a grown man. You should be having regular sex, instead of just jerking off."

"Whoa, okay, no," he sputtered, shaking his head, "this is none of your business. This conversation is over."

"No, Daddy, come on! We need to have this conversation."

He was halfway off the couch but stayed there to shake his head again.

"No, we really don't."

"You've been on plenty of dates since Maggie, but nothing's come from any of them."

"Yeah, because those women weren't what I was looking for," he replied defensively.

"You never gave them a chance. Do you not want a relationship? Something, even if it's just a fuck buddy?"

He sputtered in confusion and frustration again.

"Wha...this is not a conversation we should be having! At all!"

She sat up, closing a hand around his arm, as if to keep him on the couch.

"Daddy, you're a grown man. You need sex."

"No, I don't, and even if I did, it has nothing to do with you."

"Why don't you want to have a relationship with somebody? These dates you go on, you're fine with them just being one-offs?"

"How many times do I have to tell you that this is none of your business?"

"I care about you. I want to know that you're okay, and that includes your love life."

"I don't know why it does," he said then, standing, wrenching himself as gently as he could from her grip.

"Can I take a guess?" she asked then. "Why you don't want a relationship?"

He hesitated, but the steely, stubborn look on her face was eerily reminiscent of one her mother had worn plenty.

If we don't discuss this now, she'll keep bringing it up. Best to just get it out in the open and hash it out now...

"Sure," he said, throwing his hands up in defeat and slumping down on the couch.

She took a moment to regard him seriously.

"See, I think there are two reasons," she said finally. "First, you feel like you don't need a romantic relationship. You're fine with what you have. You had a great relationship and life with Mom, and you have me to take care of, so you feel like you don't need a girlfriend or even someone to just hook up with."

She paused then, staring at him as if to gauge his expression, which he did his best to keep neutral, despite her guess being on the nose.

"Second, you don't have the energy or desire to get to know someone new and build a relationship with them. You loved Theresa, and maybe Maggie, but they didn't work out. Now you think about that when you're on a date, and it messes with your head, because you think 'this relationship won't work out, so why give it a chance at all?'."

She paused again, still gauging his expression.

"How did I do? Tell the truth, Daddy."

He sighed, slumping back into the couch.

"Not bad, honey. More on the nose that I really want to admit."

"Since you don't want a relationship, and you're not the hook-up type, you're stuck with jerking off."

He sputtered again, throwing his hands up in protest of the statement.

"I still fail to see why this is any of your business!"

"I have a solution," Ariel said then, staring at him with that solemn expression.

"What?" he asked. "You have a friend to set me up with? Maybe a pretty college professor?"

She shook her head at the snarky comment.

"Then what is your solution?"

"Me."

He stared back at her for a moment, with a complete and utter lack of understanding, that one small word inspiring confusion.

"You?" he finally said. "What do you mean, you?"

"You don't want to take the time to meet new people and build a relationship with them, right?"

"If you say so," he said in resignation, still watching her warily.

Oh god, she better not be suggesting what I think she's suggesting...

"Well, you know me, and love me. There's no threat of a relationship ending, so you don't have to worry about that. And we live together already. I'm the perfect fuck buddy."

Those words hung in the air. Alex stared back at her, searching for something that might reveal the joke, some giggle or grin that would let him know that this was all some twisted but ultimately harmless prank.

But there was only her solemn expression.

"You can't be serious," he finally said.

She frowned.

"Daddy, I am serious! It's perfect."

"It's incest," he replied simply, still staring back at her with a dumbstruck look on his face.

"So? Incest is only bad if you fall in love, which we won't, or if you have kids, which we won't."

He gaped at her, horror dawning on him as he realized something.

"My god, you've thought about this, haven't you?"

She nodded.

"After that date you went on with Becky, I started thinking about it."

"That was in October!"

"Yeah," she answered simply, "I was scared to bring it up for a little while. But now I know you need my help."

"Uh, no, I really don't," he said, shaking his head, standing back up now, "what I need is to go to bed and forget about this."

"Daddy!" she cried, standing up as well, the sudden movement making her breasts bounce, that in turn making his cock twitch.

Damn it...

"At least think about it," she told him, a slight pout forming on her lips, the one that often expertly tugged at his heartstrings and convinced him to cave to her requests.

God, just like Carmen's pout. Although that was less petulant and more sexy...although Ariel's pout is a bit sexy...damn it, man, this is your daughter!

"No, I really won't," he told her firmly.

"If you don't take advantage of this offer, you'll be stuck with just your hand."

He sputtered yet again, thrown off by the conversation and her stubbornness.

"It'll be perfect," she carried on, as if sensing weakness, "we love each other already, and know each other, and trust each other. No one will know, so we won't get into any trouble."

"God," he sighed, "you're just like your mother. Won't let up..."

She stepped close, close enough that her front brushed against his, and put her hand on his chest.

Her voice came out in a sultry purr.

"Then just pretend I'm her."

The comment floored him. He felt anger bubbling up instead of confusion or wonderment.

"Don't disrespect your mother like that," he told her quietly, plucking her hand up and taking it off his chest.

"I'm not disrespecting her," Ariel replied, ignoring the tranquil anger on his face, "I look like her, so it'll be easy enough."

"Go to your room," he muttered, closing his eyes briefly to ward off the anger threatening to break loose.

"Daddy, you can't just send me to my room anymore, I'm not a child."

"Go to your room!"

She jumped in surprise, suddenly taking in the anger on his face. The expression that flared to life on hers took him back to her childhood, as it was the same worried fearfulness that she had shown those few, regrettable times he had yelled at her. But that look did not quell the anger now.

He waited expectantly, staring intensely at her.

Ariel spun, and dashed for the staircase. His eyes were drawn to her jiggling ass, and again his cock twitched.

Damn it, man!

She rushed up the stairs, and a few moments later, he heard her door slam.

Damn it.

His anger ebbed quickly, and exhaustion took its place.

Bed it is...

Sighing, he trudged up to his room.

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Ariel snuck down the stairs.

Last night had been a defeat, but she had learned early in her life that sometimes it just took persistence to sway her daddy.

He was sitting on the couch, watching soccer, his eyes glued to the action.

Awaiting his reaction to her appearance after their conversation, she joined him on the couch.

"Morning, Daddy," she said brightly.

"Morning, honey," he answered, sparing her a glance and a smile.

Luckily, the game was seconds from halftime.

Once the whistle blew, she turned towards him.

"Daddy," she began, "about our conversation last night..."

He cut her off quickly.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you," he said, "but that conversation, in my mind, never happened, and won't happen again."

She pouted, using the look that had always been so effective in the past.

"Do you not find me attractive?"

"You're my daughter!" he cried, throwing his hands up in frustration.

"You can still find me attractive. I look just like Mom, that must attract you."

The mention of her mother made him hesitate. She steeled herself for another angry outburst, but he just sighed.

"Yes, it is difficult to deal with sometimes, to be honest, but you are my daughter."

She pouted again.

"I know you think I'm hot, at least. I've seen you look at my ass and tits."

He gaped at her, a blush rising on his cheeks.

Something else probably rising too...

"It's okay, I'm not offended or anything. It's natural."

"No, it's not. You're my daughter! I shouldn't be staring at you like that."

"You're a guy, though. It's fine, I'm really not offended or anything. I'm glad, because it means you think I'm hot."

He gaped at her still.

"Okay," he finally said, "we are not having this conversation. Not now, not ever. Got it?"

"Daddy!" she squealed, fixing him with her best pout.

"Don't 'Daddy!' me," he told her. "This is over. Get it out of your head, because it's not happening."

She slumped on the couch.

Let me try something else.

"I just want to help you," she murmured despondently, looking down and away, sniffling dramatically.

She sensed his gaze on her immediately, drawn to the promise of tears like a moth to a flame.

"Honey," he said gently, sliding over to put a tentative arm around her, "I appreciate that, but this is something you can't help me with."

She let her eyes slide over to look at him.

"Why not? The only person stopping you is you."

His gentle concern turned back into surprised wonderment, and he drew back, glancing down subtly as if just remembering that she was wearing a thin t-shirt with no bra and shorts that showed off part of her ass.

"You're not just some random girl offering herself to me," he told her simply, "you're my daughter, my little girl. I changed your diapers and wiped your butt and taught you to read and raised you and did everything else for you."

"And I can never repay you for that, Daddy. But I can help you now. Let your little girl take care of you."

He stared back at her, his mouth opening as if to say something, those words dying after a moment.

"I just want to help you," she pressed on, "let me help you."

"Just give it up," he said then, desperation bleeding into his voice. "I appreciate that you want to help me, but this won't happen."

She pouted.

"Tell you what," he said, "since you're so worried about me, how about if I promise that I'll try again with Stacy? I'll go out with her again, give her another shot?"

She smiled.

That would work. But I know you, Daddy. It won't work because you just don't want it to. You're too comfortable with what you have.

"Okay, Daddy. If you promise me that, I'll forget about it."

He smiled back and pulled her in for a quick, fatherly, side hug.

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Alex walked into the house, sighing to himself. His head throbbed slightly.

Well, there goes that...

His second date with Stacy had started pleasantly enough. The conversation and rapport had again been good, and he had forgotten for a while about why he had thought they would not work out. Dinner had again been followed by coffee.

During the coffee portion of the date, she had broached the subject of their potential relationship.

"Where do you see us going?"

The question had caught him off guard.

"I don't know," he had finally answered. "I'm not looking for anything specific."

"Well," she had replied, "I told you last time that I'm looking for a husband. A guy I can settle down with."

"Yeah, I remember."

"You seem like a nice guy, like somebody who would take care of me."

He had nodded, unsure about how to reply.

"But I have to be honest. If you're not looking for something long-term, it'd probably be better for us to just nip this in the bud. I like you, and I've had a good time with you, but I want more than just that."

Her straightforwardness had thrown him for a few moments.

"Well, like I said," he had said, "I'm not looking for anything specific. I like you too, you're nice and I've had a great time with you. But I would want to take our time, not rush into anything, you know?"

She had nodded seriously.

"I think it'd be better if we just nipped this in the bud. We're looking for different things. I don't just want fun."

They had parted ways with a friendly hug.

Next to the coffee shop they had gone to was a bar. Feeling defeated, and not quite wanting to go home yet lest Ariel suggest incest again, he had stopped in for a drink. The bartender was a young woman, attractive and flirty, not only eager to serve him but also quick-witted and talkative, easing his disappointment. During that first drink, his hand had twitched towards his pocket for his phone, to check the time, when a voice had spoken up in his head.

When was the last time you were out like this? Don't worry about the time, you can work from home tomorrow if you need to.

I should let Ariel know I might be coming home later than I told her, he had answered the voice. Even if she wants me to have sex with her, she's still my daughter.

She'll be fine, she's a big girl.

The voice had been persuasive. The bartender had been persuasive in her own right, not pushy but solicitous, making sure that he did not lack for alcohol. Their back-and-forth banter had fueled a fantasy, where he would wait until the end of her shift and take her home.