Matchmaker Backfire - Flora Ferrari Page 0,1

of my dreams and old enough to be my own father would even think of me as anything more than the chubby little kid his best friend’s stuck with.

I lay on my stomach, face buried in my pillows as I make a weird dry, croaking noise I tell myself isn’t crying.

But after a few minutes, I realize it’s pointless.

Carter never would love me, never could love me.

It’s just a dumb crush I’ve had forever, and maybe one I need to let go of.

I’m supposed to be an adult after all.

It hurts like hell though, stings my eyes and burns in my belly as I roll onto my back, swiping my phone awake.

Groaning when I see his face.

I guess I should change it. Even only so dad doesn’t see it.

Ugh, he’s just so perfect though! A living God.

It’s an older photo of dad’s I copied. I’m somewhere in the background, just a kid playing. Dad and Carter have been water skiing, Carter’s just coming out onto the lake’s edge.

His huge shoulders stooped, rippling with muscle as he fights to keep his trunks up. I feel myself biting my lip as my eyes trace down his shining abs to that V shape of his body I’ve etched into my mind for so long.

I shiver, noticing my hands starting to shake once I take in the obvious and thick outline of his cock through skimpy trunks that cling to every part of it.

I’ve often wondered what it would look like unwrapped.

I can hear my dad coming up the stairs, but I can’t bring myself to delete my prized possession.

My Carter.

I frown, already missing his tousle of dark hair that frames his strong brow. His eyes are so intense I can feel them boring into me.

And that smile, half-laughing.

His chiseled jaw, dark from a day without shaving.

That cock though.

My legs press together and I make an involuntary sound, suddenly wanting him more than ever. Needing Carter to do much more than just notice me.

I want him to-

“Honey? Honey let me in.”

My dad.

I know his feelings are hurt just as much as mine are, but for very different reasons.

“It’s open,” I sniff, closing my phone and feeling a line of hot moisture between my legs as I lay them flat against the bed, staring up at the ceiling, hugging a pillow.

I gasp again hearing the door open, the pillow scratching at my chest which is so hard it feels like it could crack.

Nothing dulls a turn on though more than the sight of my dad, and the fantasy of Carter taking me from behind in the soft mud on the bank vanishes.

“Can I come in?” Dad asks meekly, tiptoeing across to the bed and sitting at the end as if it’s a live mine about to explode.

“Sorry, dad,” I tell him, going first and knowing how hard it is for him to deal with my moods sometimes.

“I’m just over-tired I guess,” I lie. Still blaming a return from college months ago for every little thing, when in reality it’s because I have no idea what I’m doing with my life.

“I know, sweetie,” he croons, patting the space next to my leg on the bed.

“It’s just. I really want Carter to be happy. He’s been working those oil rigs for what now, twenty years? He’s finally out of it, a made man. I just hate to see someone so… eligible, deserving miss out on the happiness of…” but he trails off.

The happiness I know my dad never had.

He wants his best friend to have a wife and a happy life because his own didn’t work out like that.

“Just think it over, hun? I don’t want to see you miss out on a great holiday either. I mean, c’mon. It’s Vermont! We’ll have a great time, and it is your graduation present,” he adds, compounding guilt with how foolish I feel already.

“It’s just for a week, and I bet we will hardly even see Wendy if things aren’t fireworks with Carter.”

Wendy?

I sit up, almost feeling like I want to heave at the name given to that… face. But I swallow hard, determined not to fly off the handle anymore.

Apart from making it too obvious how I really feel about Carter, it’s not fair on my Dad.

He’s worked hard too, and we have a comfortable life. He put me through college and I know he’s gonna be working at his own job a lot harder and for a lot more years because of it.

Carter…

Closing my eyes and looking