I couldn't believe I was about to turn 19 and was still a virgin. Not that I was completely inexperienced. On college campus I was not so quietly known as the 'Queen Of Head'. It was a special talent I had, my ability to take any cock all the way down my throat without gagging. It made me wildly popular with all the boys. But, no matter what I said or did, no boys would fuck me. Even when I said I'd finally had sex, they somehow knew I was lying. None of them wanted to sleep with a virgin, especially because they believed that it was my virginity that made me so good at giving head.
But here I was, about to start summer holidays at the end of my first year of college, five weeks out from my birthday. And I still couldn't find a boy to fuck me. I was regularly on my knees, because as well as being great at blowjobs, I also really loved giving them. They always left me wet and desperately wanting to be fucked. After whatever boy I was sucking blew his load and I'd swallowed up all his cum, they would leave and I had to finger myself to get release. Despite what they all seemed to think I was sure getting fucked would actually make me even better at blowjobs.
My friend Bree had invited me to her home where she lived with her parents to spend the first two weeks of the summer break. We'd only met at the start of our college year, but had become fast friends. They lived by the beach and I thought it would be fun to do something different before I headed back to my own family in the city. Their house was large, but not overbearing. Comfortable would be the best word. It was obvious that they had money, but neither Bree nor her parents were throwing it in anybody's face. Mr and Mrs Jackson welcomed me warmly and made me feel right at home. Bree, her mom and I got along really well. We spent most of the days out by the pool or walking the beach. We did some shopping and ate brunch at a few local cafes.
Nights were spent eating dinner with her mom and dad, sharing stories and lots of laughs. After dinner the four of us would often watch a movie or two, on a couple of nights we played board games. Sometimes her parents would go out and we'd have the house to ourselves. On these nights, Bree told me about some of the wild sexual encounters she'd had. It made me a bit jealous but she said my virginity was an ace card. There would be some guy out there who would want nothing more than to fuck a virgin and it would be the best night of my life. All I could do was hope she was right.
I was having such a great time with Bree and her parents that we decided I should stay another week. My family didn't seem to mind, and the beach air and sun were doing me a world of good. However, this was the longest period of time that I had gone without being on my knees and I was starting to feel pretty horny for some cock down my throat. I tried to get Bree to go out after dinner the next night. My sole aim was to find some random guy and convince him to fuck me. Or at least let me take him to the bathroom and suck him off. There was a bar I'd noticed on one of our shopping trips that was two streets back from the main road. I was certain we could get in if we dressed right. But she didn't want to go and as desperately horny as I was, I wasn't about to go out in a new town all on my own. So we stayed in and watched a movie with her parents instead.
I can't remember what the movie was, but I do remember there was a really intense sex scene in it that got me worked up. During all the moaning and clever camera angles as the man lay atop the woman and plowed into her, I found myself glancing over at Bree's dad, imagining myself kneeling in front of him. To my surprise he looked back at me and I saw a tightness across his lap as he grew hard inside his pants. I licked my lips and saw him lurch, my own pussy growing wet in response. I looked at his face and he winked before turning back to the TV. I quickly shot a glance at Bree and her mom, but neither of them had noticed what just happened. I didn't dare look at him again for the rest of the movie, and as soon as the credits started, I said goodnight before dashing upstairs to my room.
I masturbated as soon as I closed the door behind me, with my back against the door and images of Mr Jackson in my mind as I slipped my hand down my shorts and rubbed my clit until I came. One orgasm wasn't enough and I moved the bed, stripping as I went. I lay down, spread my legs and fingered myself until I released again. Still not satisfied, I closed my eyes and thought of all the things Mr Jackson might do to me and I kept masturbating until I'd come twice more. Finally sated, though still craving being fucked, or at least having a cock down my throat, I rolled over and fell asleep.
I didn't see Bree's dad for a couple of days after that, her mom said he had to go to some conference but would be home before I left. Bree and I were out by the pool on my second last day when Mr Jackson returned home. He came out to say hello to us, and I could feel his eyes looking me over. My body was on full display in a pale yellow string bikini, my toned and tanned body glistening from the oil Bree had lathered on me. My pert breasts moved up and down slightly with my breath. He couldn't see my eyes behind my sunglasses but I was watching him carefully and could see he liked what he saw. Maybe Bree was right, there was a guy out there that wanted nothing more than to fuck a virgin. Did it matter that it was her dad?
That night I dressed in an outfit especially for Mr Jackson, though I hoped Bree and her mom wouldn't know it. White lace panties and a matching white lace bra. A white sundress that Bree had helped me chose, she insisted it showed off my new tan and looked great on me. It was tight across my breasts and stomach, showing off my figure and the bottom was loose and flowy, grazing my slim legs around mid-thigh. I put on a little perfume, a light floral that smelled like summer. I also applied a little bit of pink-tinted lip gloss to draw attention to my mouth.
Dinner started as always, the four of us around the table laughing easily and sharing conversation. I'd looked at Mr Jackson only once when I'd come to the table, ensuring I bent over a little further than necessary as I took my seat so he would see my cleavage straining in the confines of the dress. After that I refused to look at him, but I could feel his eyes on me throughout our meal. When dinner was almost done, Bree said she didn't feel well. She did look a little off-colour. She drank some water then stood suddenly and rushed to the bathroom. Her mom followed her and silence fell heavy between her dad and I as we held each other's gaze. Just as I was about to speak, Mrs Jackson came back to the table to tell us that she wanted to take Bree to the hospital. She was worried about how quickly Bree had become unwell and thought it best to have her checked out straight away.
Both Mr Jackson and I stood and made motions to accompany them. However, Bree's mom said that it could be hours of waiting and that the two of us should clean up from dinner and then entertain ourselves until her and Bree returned. As Mr Jackson started clearing our plates, I followed Bree as her mom helped her to the car. She tried to mumble an apology. She really did look awful. I asked again if they were sure I shouldn't come with them and this time Bree insisted it would be silly for me to waste my night in a hospital waiting room. I watched as they drove away and then returned inside.
Mr Jackson had finished clearing the table of all our dishes, and I could hear the clanking of crockery and cutlery being washed. I followed the sound and saw Mr Jackson at the sink, his back to me. I was bombarded by my imagination now that the two of us were alone, but quickly shook my head to clear the thoughts. I was being unrealistic and setting myself up for disappointment.
I went to the oven door, removed the tea towel hanging there and then moved to stand beside Mr Jackson at the sink. I began drying dishes and we were quiet for a while. I wasn't sure if the heat I was feeling between us was real or just in my head. He broke the silence by telling me a lame dad joke, but it was all we needed to snap the tension between us. We started talking about college, with him asking me about some of my classes. When he asked me about my social life I just shrugged and told him I didn't really get out that much. He seemed surprised and insisted that a pretty girl like me would surely be out partying up a storm whenever I could.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" I asked, before I could stop myself.
He paused for a moment before responding. "Of course. Don't you think you're pretty?" he countered.
"I mean, yeah I guess I think I'm attractive. But I didn't think guys really saw me that way."
"Why would you think that?" Mr Jackson asked me, a slight tone of surprise in his voice.
How was I supposed to answer that with the truth, I wondered. Tell him that I knew the boys thought I was hot and they actively sought me out to give them head. But if I really was attractive to them, why hadn't anyone fucked me? Was I only ever going to be on my knees, doomed to be a virgin the rest of my life? The sound of my name snapped me back and I realised that I'd been silent for several minutes.
"Have I said something to upset you?"
