It was the beginning of summer, and I(F19) was finally back from college. A rising sophomore, sad that the freedom was gone. My parents were mostly strict, early curfew, don't talk to boys, wait till marriage. Strict parents create reckless kids.
When I went to college freshman year, I was freshly 18 and needed a break. I was always out partying, skipped classes, even kissed a few boys. Yet I still wasn't satisfied. I was craving something else.
When I moved back in I noticed my dad's friend Marcus(M40) was here. He had been recently divorced and was staying with us for a few weeks. I always had a crush on him and for some reason he got hotter. I tried not to blush as I went to give him a hug, him holding me close. It's hard to live with someone you crave. I'd see him in the hallway, him passing me as he got out of the shower, his towel low on his waist. I just hope he never noticed me, lingering my eyes on the towel, trying not to stare.
One night I decided to go out. Let off some steam. Forget about him. We could never be together, not truly. I put on the sluttiest outfit I could find - a top that was basically a bra, shorts that showed my ass and some boots. I heard my dad snoring from down the hall, so I knew they were asleep. I slowly walked to the door, trying my hardest not to make a sound. That's when I heard someone clearing their throat. I jumped and saw Marcus, by the kitchen counter. I noticed he was wearing sweatpants. I tried not to notice his print as I looked up. He walked towards me and looked me up and down. My heart was in my throat. I didn't know what he was going to say, what he would do.
He took my hand off the doorknob and shook his head.
"What are you doing?" He asked as he walked around me.
"What do you think?" I said softly. I couldn't read his expression. I wasn't sure what else to say.
"Don't tell dad." I said almost pleading. I considered dropping down to my knees. He looked down at me and rolled his eyes.
"Be back in 2 hours or I will." He finally said. I walked over to him and gave him a hug. Truthfully I was already a little drunk, which is why I was so forward. My chest was on his and he was so warm. He pulled me close and grabbed my waist. It felt so intimate. He pulled his head back and looked down at me. A small part of me thought he was going to kiss me. Instead he asked me if I was already drunk. I covered my face with embarrassment.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked. He grabbed his keys and opened the door.
"Let's go I'm taking you." He said. I argued against it, telling him I didn't drink that much but he shook his head and grabbed my hand.
We drove in silence. The party wasn't that far, only a 10 minute drive. Part of me felt like this was my chance. To get something that I've craved. To get him. I told him that I used to have a crush on him.
"Are you serious?" He responded after a while. I could tell he didn't expect that. He almost froze.
"Of course. How could I not?" I said and reached over to touch him. I expected him to reach back, to tell me to shut up with what I'm saying. Instead he reached over to me, his hand on my thigh. He told me since I've come back from college, he's felt the same way. My heart was beating so fast and I didn't know what to say. Thankfully he didn't give me a chance and kissed me. It was different from what I expected. I thought since he was older it would be rough and hard but he chose to be more passionate. We kissed so softly, me reaching over to touch his face, him grabbing my thigh and squeezing it. Eventually we made out, him kissing my neck, me moaning softly. I was on top of him and softly grinding. I've never gone this far before, with anyone. I felt him, hard. He asked me if I was a virgin. He could probably feel my wetness through his pants. I nodded and he smiled and kissed me more.
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