I heard the front door open and instinctively called out 'Hello' without looking away from the TV. Dave called out 'Hi' in response, then I heard him say something else that I didn't hear properly. I turned to see a girl with him and I waved, a little shocked.
Dave had always been quiet growing up, like his mum in that regard, he didn't have many school friends and had never bought a girl home, so to see her standing there was a shock. He stood still in the doorway like he was unsure what he should do for the best.
"Hi, who's your friend?" I asked casually.
"Tiffany," she answered for him and smiled, "I'm Dave's girlfriend."
Dave looked down at the floor, almost apologetic, and asked me if it was okay for them to be there. I said yes, of course, why wouldn't it be? He glanced over at a picture of his mum in answer.
Ah, Debbie. He wondered if I minded because of her. Eighteen months it had been since she passed away, the day before his seventeenth birthday. I hadn't been with anyone else since, not even a date, and I realised he had worried about my reaction. I smiled and told him it was fine, and about time he bought someone home. He awkwardly laughed as I playfully punched his shoulder.
Three weeks later he was still asking if it was okay for Tiff to come around to ours. They'd come back one evening after finishing college, Tiff being the same age as Dave. Tiff saw I was looking for a film to watch and said out loud about one she'd heard was good. I found it and said I'd put it on. Dave stood, wanting to go upstairs, but Tiff had already sat on the other sofa ready.
The film was decent, a good choice, but I'd been getting distracted during it. I'd glanced over at Tiff at one point, and memories of Debbie flooded my mind. She sat like her, back pushed into the corner of the sofa, her legs up and feet planted on the cushions. She had a skirt on, pushed between her legs to cover up between, but it didn't hide the soft curves of the underside of her thighs. Her black hair, cut into a short bob was just how Debbie had hers too when we'd met at about the same age as Tiff and Dave were. The film finished, and she asked if she could have a quick shower having been out all day.
I hadn't planned what happened next. I told Dave that I needed the toilet. It was separate from the bathroom so that wasn't the issue, I noticed when walking past that she'd left her clothes on Dave's bed. I still don't know why, something in my head told me it was a good idea, but I checked nobody was about and picked up her bra. 34B, she was the same cup size as my wife had been too.
I came to my senses and moved away quickly before anyone noticed. I sat on the sofa opposite Dave, wondering if he'd chosen Tiff on purpose. No, it was a coincidence, he hadn't seen many pictures of Debbie in her late teens, most of those were in a keepsake box in my room, and any pictures out were of her when she was older.
Despite what I'd first thought of Tiff, she wasn't much chattier than Dave himself. She answered if anything was said, but apart from that she and Dave just seemed to come and go. I'd expected her to be louder and much more brash, more outgoing, but Dave seemed to have made a good choice. They did like to watch TV and films with me, which Tiff instigated, and Dave had got used to the idea. It became a regular thing, with me starting to ask Dave if she was coming around and keeping things to watch together.
Watching TV one night and a quite raunchy scene played out. Dave squirmed in his seat, but Tiff was watching intently. I saw her glance over a few times and assumed she was gauging my reaction.
"John," she said, "you know Dave and I were virgins when we met, right?"
Dave groaned. I stopped, wondering if I'd heard her right. I looked at her, an awkward smile on her face.
"I thought Dave might be, you I had no idea," I answered as politely as I could manage.
My mind whirred, wondering why she'd mentioned it, and where this was going. Dave looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.
"I, well both of us really, hoped you could give us some pointers," she said, "tips on how to have a better sex life."
Dave sank his head into his hands, telling Tiff to be quiet and not be embarrassing. Tiff shushed him and told him that he wanted this too, to be better together. I just stared at them both, still puzzled.
"Am I hearing you right?" I quizzed, "You both want to talk to me about sex?"
I was a little confused, I felt like I was being tested. Dave sat looking a little anxious, but Tiff sat staring at me like she wanted me to continue.
"We want to learn different things," Tiff said, the silent pause having gone too long for her liking, "What we do is good, we both always cum, but it's the same thing each time," she continued.
My mouth opened hearing her say those things, Dave groaned loudly and shook his head at hearing her telling me. Tiff giggled and blushed, her cheeks going very red. I didn't know what to say for the best.
"Erm, if you both cum then that's a good thing, right?" I blurted out.
"Can I tell you what we do and you can explain what we can do differently?" Tiff asked.
There was silence, so Tiff took that as a yes.
"Well I undress for Dave, then when I'm naked he undresses too, then I finger myself until I'm wet while Dave wanks until he's fully hard, and then he slides a condom on and fucks me while I lay back and enjoy it," she explained.
Dave groaned loudly again, wanting the floor to open up and swallow him, not really wanting to listen to his girlfriend telling his dad about their sex life.
"But that's it, the same thing over and over. It's good, very good, but we just want more, you know?" Tiff said, "So, can you help?"
"Well, you could start by undressing each other, or if you undress yourself do it slowly, teasing Dave, making him wait to see his prize," I told her.
"Ooh, like a sexy dance, nice idea," Tiff giggled.
She stood and gyrated her hips slowly, turning her back to Dave and wiggling her arse at him. He smiled a little before remembering I was still there too.
"And if you undress Dave yourself, maybe you could wank him until he's hard instead of him doing it himself, or use your mouth, and he could use his hands on you too," I carried on.
Tiff looked at Dave and nodded, smiled, and told him she knew it was a good idea to ask my advice.
"Anyway, I'm off upstairs, I'll leave you two to put things into practice," I laughed, then went to stand to leave.
"Wait, there's got to be more things to do, more things we can try, don't leave just yet," Tiff begged.
Something about her alluring smile made me sit back down, despite the look of disappointment on Dave's face. I asked why they used condoms, they weren't sleeping with other people, were they?
"No silly," Tiff giggled, "we don't want any unexpected babies do we," she continued.
"Well you don't always have to cum inside her Dave," I told him.
He looked at me a little puzzled, Tiff urged me to tell them more, that she was intrigued.
"Well, when you think you can't last any longer you pull out, then cum on her tits, on her face, in her mouth even. If you're doing it doggy style you can cum over her arse instead," I instructed.
Dave still looked puzzled, Tiff looked a little shocked. She said that sounded dirty, but she still didn't really understand.
"You could probably try watching porn for some tips instead," I said.
"Oh god no," Tiff blushed, "I've watched a little bit and it scared me, they're so so big down there, if Dave was that big I think he'd split me in two!"
"Yeah, I suppose if you're not experienced watching porn isn't the best idea," I admitted.
There was a pause, around thirty seconds of just the sound of the TV. I went to stand to leave again.
"I suppose you could give us a demonstration?" Tiff blushed.
"What do you mean?" both myself and Dave blurted out at the same time.
"You could show us, on me, while Dave watches," Tiff said anxiously.
"You want to fuck my dad?" Dave cried out.
"It wouldn't be like that, not properly anyway, just giving us tips," Tiff said quietly.
I sat, open-mouthed, wondering if I'd just heard right. Tiff stood and started swaying. She grabbed the TV remote and started flicking through music channels, until she found the right tune, then stood over me and started undoing her buttons.
"Like this right, nice and slowly?" she asked.
I nodded, her nice pert breasts visible through the opening of her blouse. She undid the rest of the buttons, and squeezed them together, her nipples poking through the soft fabric. Pulling the blouse off, she turned and threw it to Dave, who had a wry smile on his face.
"You like this Dave?" she asked.
He nodded vigorously. He stared at her, captivated by her, almost forgetting I was still in the room. He smiled again as she pushed down her jeans, then watched as she quickly took off her knickers.
"Maybe a little slower doing that part," I said.
Dave suddenly glared at me, and Tiff looked a little puzzled. I told her to pull them back on, which confused her more. I stood and told her to face away from Dave. I gently put my hands on her shoulders, feeling her jump a little as my hands touched her soft skin, and pushed her down. I told her to push her knickers down again, slowly across her arse, hearing her giggle and Dave gasping behind her. She pushed them down and turned to Dave.
