Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

her daddy too

Alright everyone we have officially broken the record for the longest one shot I've ever written, this one is 12.3k!

age gap relationship:

Travis: 36
Taylor: 18

Travis' POV

Taylor Alison Swift. Fucking hell.

That was all I could think about when I was around her, and I absolutely despised myself for it. She was eighteen years old and a few months, the best friend of my damn daughter. I was quite literally double her age, but ever since Abigail had announced she was going to her friends eighteenth birthday party and then introduced me to said friend a few days later, I'd had the most uncontrollable reaction to her.

Taylor was unlike any girl I'd ever met before. There was a glow that clung to her, a magnetized one that made me think the darkest thoughts I'd ever thought about a woman before. She was so young - but legal, I wasn't a fucking pervert - seemingly innocent, but I knew she had a flame to her. I'd seen it appear a few times; when Abigail's boyfriend had cheated on her and Taylor had keyed his car, when Taylor's brother had stolen her credit card and she'd shaved his head in the middle of the night, when her dad had come home for one of his apparently rare visits and she'd completely ignored him and came to stay in my house for a few days until he left town. She was sweet but bold, opinionated and hilarious when she wanted to be, or sarcastic as hell. No one told her what to do; she did things when she wanted to and how she wanted to.

Ever since I'd met her back in December, I'd been fucking obsessed with her. Her household was a little messy so she often came to have sleepovers with Abigail in my house instead of Abigail going to hers, and the two girls were basically attached at the hip, which meant she was around a lot. And that was both a good thing and a bad thing for me. 

I wanted so much from her, but life had dealt me such a card that I didn't have a way around it. Not many women had ever accepted the kinds of sexual things I liked, and I expected Taylor would be the same. That was problem one. Problem two was that she was only eighteen, half my age. Problem three was that she was my daughter's best friend, and consequently, entirely off limits. But hey, I tried to find the good side, which was that I often got to catch a glimpse of the young woman in a scanty bikini, swimming with Abigail in our pool.

"Abs, you girls ready?" I called up the stairs, checking the time.

"Yeah one sec dad!" She yelled back, and I sighed as I moved back down towards the front door.

Every year at the start of February, during the peak of summer, Abigail and I always went camping for a few days at a lake a few hours outside the city. The campsite wasn't super busy and we had a group of regular people that came every year, so we all had the same site every year. This year, Abigail had asked me if Taylor could come with us.

Five minutes later, both girls clattered down the stairs. I'd already packed the car with everything we'd need, so when I saw them coming down I moved to find the key to lock the door, trying not to let my eyes rest on Taylor for too long. She was in little denim shorts, a strip of her stomach exposed beneath the little cropped singlet, which she was most definitely not wearing a bra underneath. And god, her hair. Her hair was gorgeous; thick blonde waves cascading like some kind of model down her back. Some of it was held back by a little bandana.

"You guys pack everything you need?" I checked again as I locked the front door behind us.

"Yes dad, for the fifteenth time." Abigail rolled her eyes with a little grin and I sighed at her, shaking my head. "Can we stop to get some snacks on the way?" She asked, and I nodded, unlocking the car.