"I'm pretty sure my father's cock is bigger than the average", announced Jessie, as we stepped down from the bus. "John's is nowhere near as big".
I wasn't sure what to say - I didn't like to ask how she could know such a thing, and I certainly did want to give my feeling for her father away by asking questions about his cock. Luckily, Jessie was on a roll, and answered my question anyway:
"Dad always walks from his bedroom to the bathroom naked, I've caught him a few times, and his cock definitely looks bigger than John's. Though of course, it is only John's I've seen hard and only John's that I've had pounding into me!"
She laughed at her own brazen statement. I said nothing, only smiled in agreement with her.
I was going to be spending 3 whole weeks at Jessie's over the vacation period, and although the prospect of being with my best friend was awesome, knowing her handsome sexy father was going to be there too made it even more exciting.
Jessie was tall and blonde with full pert sexy tits, long legs and amazing blue eyes, and next to her I always felt a little dowdy, at 5.2 and a more boyish, athletic body with small perky tits that were just a handful (well for me anyway). My darker auburn hair brought out my green eyes, and I had full pouting lips, but I had always wished to be taller and curvier like Jessie.
"Come Julia, let's get back and make dinner for Dad, I need to sweet talk him into allowing me to stay at John's overnight tomorrow. You don't mind do you?" she added, looking at me concerned.
"No – you know I don't - I have plenty of study books to read for next term at Uni, and there are bound to be some decent movies on".
"Yeah, but leaving you with my boring dad for a day isn't much fun, I'm real sorry about that."
Again I said nothing, and just shrugged and smiled, whilst my heart beat a tattoo in my chest. If only she knew what I had planned – the seduction of her father and the removal of my virginity.
I knew he had noticed me. I knew that he wanted me. I had caught his eyes roaming over my body before now, his eyes hardening when he saw my nipples stiffening at his gaze. A few weeks earlier, he had taken a bag of groceries from me and his hand had brushed my nipples, causing them to stand to attention immediately and unseen by Jessie, he had flicked a finger under my crop top and stroked my little pink bud just once, causing a small moan to slip from my lips and a flush to snake through my body. I looked down at his trouser front to see a noticeable bulge straining at the fly. That was the last time I had been there, and that moment was seared in my mind, and had been the replay that I flicked my rosebud nipples to and stroked my pussy with in the darkness of my bedroom, whispering his name as I climaxed over my fingers.
At 40 Jack was a young single father. He and his ex-wife had had Jessie when they were young, and he had fought for custody and won – he was tall like Jessie, but rather than blond he had dark brown hair, almost black, and deep warm chocolate eyes that were always smiling. His job as a builder had kept him muscular and hard bodied, even though now he owned the company and didn't labour as much, he had kept his body in shape. Just looking at him could make my little virgin pussy tingle.
Jessie and I made small talk and giggled together as we prepared dinner. I went down to the cellar to fetch a nice bottle of wine that Jack stored down there. Against the heat of the summer it was deliciously cool and I leaned against the cold brick wall for a few moments.
A large hand snaked under my top making me gasp, and I turned to see Jack grinning at me as he stoked my nipple causing my legs to buckle. He leaned down quickly and brought his mouth onto my other breast, working his tongue quickly over the hard pink nipple. I gasped as electricity shot to the tip of my clit, and then as suddenly as it has happened, it stopped, and Jack silently left the cellar via the back door he had entered.
I tried to compose myself before going back up, remembering at the last minute to grab the wine while I debated on how wise it had been not to wear a bra under my vest. With my small firm tits I didn't really need one, but with my body so quick to give away the state of my arousal I was beginning to wonder.