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For frame of reference here, I’m a bit older now but this story happened when we were freshly 18. At the time, my sister’s best friend (let’s call her Kayla) had moved in with us after she graduated because of issues with her parents.

My version of events goes like this: I was having some troubles with the girl I was seeing at the time. Most of which came from the fact that I felt she wasn’t having sex with me as often as I “needed”. (Booooo lame excuse boooo!) So we chose to go out and get ice cream and bring it back home to eat it while we played Mario Kart.

I vented to her about my issues and she totally took my side, saying that I deserved to have my needs met one way or another. The night goes on and we get more and more tired, and eventually she calls it and leaves to go get ready for bed. Thinking this is the last I’ll see of her for the night, I bid her farewell and then stripped down to my boxers when she left. I tucked myself in and pulled out my phone.

Now needing to relieve the stress of not having sex with my girlfriend PLUS all of the added tension of hanging out with a girl I had the hots for all night, I decide to jack off before I sleep. But I shit you not–not even 20 seconds after I’m fully hard, I hear my doorknob turn. I tuck it back away and cover myself with my comforter.

Kayla walks back in, now wearing something that I assume an 18 year old girl would call pajamas—a big t-shirt. She flips the light off and before I can ask her what she’s doing, she has the comforter lifted and she’s now sharing my full-size mattress on the floor with me. As soon as she presses against me, she recoils. I wondered she had noticed my dick, but luckily not yet. She lifted the comforter and saw what I was wearing.

“Oh, it’s that kind of sleepover?” Mind you, she had her own room in my parents’ house to sleep in. She shrugged and pulled the big t-shirt off, revealing a bralette and a thong.

Shit.

World-building relevant context here: we’re talking about a bombshell of an 18 year old girl. Thick hips and bouncy ass. Killer tits, perky as hell. Absolute fucking melons. Wrap it up with ginger hair and a waist that don’t quit and you have yourself a Kayla. I knew she got around but holy fuck was this an amazing opportunity.

So I did what any guy in my position would do: I shut the fuck up and let her get as close to me as humanly efficient. It stayed this way for a few hours, both of us drifting in and out of sleep. Things only started to heat up when I decided I was brave enough to drape an arm over her. I started by haphazardly rubbing her shoulder, then inched a bit closer to her neck. I took my time stroking her pearly skin and softly placing my fingers around her throat.

Pretty soon I had a throbbing boner, probably stabbing her in the back. I grew more and more bold with my hand motions, and eventually grabbed a firm hold of her neck. I heard a strained breath and then she winced.

I was sure she was going to wake up and slap me so I took a break. After about 3 minutes of silence, I resumed. This time I danced my hand lower, rubbing her hip. I kept my hand here, just slowly rubbing two fingers over her, wishing for more. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand.

She’s going to kill me.

But to my surprise, she only did it to speed the process along. She guided my hand right where I needed it, right at the opening of her pussy. I stroked her clit gently and listened to her moan.

Things escalated very quickly. I slipped a finger inside of her, and she grinded against me like she hadn’t taken cock in ages. She made out with me with the lips and tongue of an angel. I can still picture how good she tastes.

But I got fucking cocky.

I guided her down and pulled her head onto my dick. She sucked my cock with the experience of a woman twice her age, and I lost track of time. A light in the hallway outside flickered on, and I heard my dad‘s footsteps.

She found her shirt in the covers and quickly put it back on, then ran to the door. As she stepped into the hallway I heard half of a conversation.

“Hey!! Good morning!”

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“Nooo haha I was just wondering if he had my charger”

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“Okay you too! See you later!”

I was seemingly in the clear, but with the bluest balls imaginable.

Recently, I’ve reconnected with Kayla. A mutual friend let me know that she had actually started selling sexual content on a little site that rhymes with schmonly schmans. I decided to follow her on there with the username they gave me, and try and reach out.

I introduced myself behind an anonymous pic and gave her proof it really was me, and we started catching up. Eventually, that night came up. I tried to mention it just to say how sorry I was that we didn’t talk after that and that I wish I reached out, but she surprised me with this answer:

“Oh it’s okay! Your dad never apologized either.”

I wasn’t sure I understood her correctly. What would my dad have to apologize for?

“Oh I didn’t tell you? He did basically the same thing to me.”

Come to understand, there was a WHOLE OTHER HALF to this story that nobody mentioned to me.

So here’s my dad‘S perspective of that day, apparently.

He really does believe she was in there for a charger. However later on that day, there came a point where the two of them were alone

They were watching Star Wars on the couch when it all started. My dad asked her about the incident that morning, and she denied everything. Stuck with the charger story. However, she added one little twist to it.

“Because let’s be honest, if I were to be having a secret relationship with someone in this house it would definitely be you.”

My dad was beyond puzzled. What could that mean?

“I mean you know how you and I are. I’m probably close to becoming your favorite daughter right?” At this point she had her hand on his arm.

“Who else will watch cheesy movies and cuddle with you Mr. _____?” She leaned on him and pulled his arm across her body, resting his hand between her thighs.

Giving into temptation, he moved his fingers onto to her pussy, feeling her soaked through her shorts. I could tell she didn’t want to go into too much detail from that point on, but I know he absolutely wrecked her the way I wanted to. She said that he picked her up and took her to his bedroom, then absolutely ploughed the shit out of her. The size difference alone is a enough to make a guy like ME blush. I was so fucking jealous when she told me. That should have fucking been me.

A deep, fucked up part of me wonders what would have happened if we both kept going with her. Would she ask us to double team her? Would I have said yes? (Yes.) Who fucking knows? I still talk to her today, and love watching her fuck guys at all times on her feed.

NSFW: yes

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