My Best Friend's Dad And I Had Sex
During my freshman year in high school I met my best friend. We hit it off immediately and it didn't take long before we began having sleep overs. Her family was far more easy going than my own but I'd only met her mother and sister so far due to her father's traveling keeping him away from home more often than not. At the time, if I slept over at someone's house, I wouldn't sleep because I mumbled in my sleep specifically about things I was attempting to keep secret. Since during that time I was dating a guy my parents did not quite approve of, I wanted to keep my relationship with him completely under wraps. Moving on to the first time I met her father - I'd assumed that my friend's parents were divorced and so I felt fairly comfortable in tank-tops and sleep shorts seeing as it was a household of fellow women. It was around 6 AM and I hadn't slept a wink so I'd borrowed my friend's book and was reading it to stay awake. My friend had fallen asleep on the pull-out couch in the family room so I was laying beside her on my stomach which is when I heard the keys in the front door. I raised my head and looked into the kitchen only to see my friend's dad walking through, he was fiddling with his blackberry and shifted his eyes to where my friend and I were laid out as he walked into the room. I remember thinking that he reminded me of a hunk from a movie and that he must have been tremendously sexy in high school. I said good morning and smiled at him then put my head back into the book I was reading. "Good morning, you're an early riser I see." Upon hearing him speak I rose my eyes again and smiled at him (slightly annoyed he'd interrupted my reading since I'd just gotten to a good part!), I told him I love to see the sun rise and the silence that comes from no one being up yet. He nodded his head and smiled approvingly. I looked back down at my book but kept an eye tilted up toward him underneath my bangs, I noted he leaned around just enough to see my face and he attempted to get my attention. I lifted my head and told him it was a pleasure to meet him, smiling, I waited for him to leave, but he lingered for a moment and his eyes traced down to my cleavage briefly then he shook his head slightly and walked away. I went back to my reading and brushed off the incident - it had happened tons of times before with other men, I have a chest (C cups by that point) and an hourglass figure so I'd gotten used to it over the years. After that incident, my friend and I got closer so she would tell me when her father was out of town, though it always happened that the only weekends I was able to stay over were almost exclusively the ones he was home (hooray for ****** coincidences) over the next couple of years. Since I was always up so early, I would leave my friend to sleep in peace and go read or listen to music or watch what ever was on at 6 AM [doing my best to stay quiet], and it never failed that my friend's dad (who we'll call Mr. BA) would come sit with me. Usually he'd sit in a chair across the room and I'd stretch out on the couch, we'd talk for hours while the family slept. After about ten times, Mr. BA would come sit on the couch with me. I sent him small little messages that I liked him, letting my eyes linger on his lips, occasionally letting myself get caught staring at his crotch, and sometimes he'd trace me up and down with his eyes and one day I was especially stressed since I had broken up with the guy I'd been dating so he offered to give me a massage. He took me into the guest room and told me to lay down on the bed, I knew what it was starting to seem like but figured it was just my imagination. He straddled my waist, lifted my shirt to reveal my entire back, unclasped my bra, and began massaging my shoulders and back, grazing my breasts from my sides as he did. He kept moving lower and lower then I felt him kiss my neck here and there, slowly tracing my back with them as well. Soon I felt Mr. BA's **** harden against me and I got wet which is when he reached into my panties and started fingering me. I gasped but covered my mouth. He smiled and started whispering in my ear how good I felt and how bad he wanted me. I squirmed beneath him and came. Then he left me and came back after a few minutes. Thinking it was someone else, I turned around and covered myself with a blanket, hoping they wouldn't notice I was half undressed, but it was Mr. BA back with condoms. He quickly pushed me down and entered me. He was huge and I could feel my ***** stretching around him, it felt so good and painful at the same time, but the taboo of it all gave me a rush and I covered my mouth to stop my moans. Mr. BA moved my hands and shoved his tongue down my throat while he rode me until we both came. Over the next few hours the two of us came multiple times and when we were done, I felt sore and my legs were like jelly. As I tried to get up, he grabbed me by the waist and spun me around, kissing my abodmen. I fell back into bed and we had sex until we heard the bathroom door on the other side of the house shut. I spent the rest of the day with my friend in a bit of a haze, blushing at every wink and smile coming from Mr. BA. From then on, any time I spent the night at my friend's house, the morning after Mr. BA would take me into the guest room and we'd have sex. He soon discovered that I didn't sleep when I slept over so he asked one night if I'd stay up with him, I agreed and I sucked him off a few times before he ****** me again and again. Soon I was coming over after school while my friend had meetings and her mom and sister were out, so I could have sex with Mr. BA. It felt so naughty and the possibility of getting caught gave a thrill I'd never felt, though I did feel guilty for doing my best friend's dad. Years after, I told my friend that her father and I slept together, she was angry at first but later we talked about it and I apologized profusely. Although we aren't as close as we used to be, she still invites me over on occasion and sometimes we go back to see her family. The first time I saw her father after years of not seeing him, he tried to get me in bed but I refused on account that I didn't want to jeopardize my friendship more than I already had.