Hi, my name is Ti, short for Tira. This is a story that happened a few short years ago, and I wanted to share it with all of you.
I was so excited; finally the day came, when I turned 18. I was a young adult. I've waited so long for that day to come. But I was not expecting to find out what adults do so soon.
After a weekend of celebrating my birthday with a few of my closest friends, I was exhausted. My parents let me invite my friends to stay the weekend, for fun in the sun, our own little poolside party, late nights watching movies, and so on. I was actually glad the weekend was over. I was tired and wanted to go to sleep even though it was still early in the day.
I was sitting out on the front lawn with my best friend, Sara Matthews. We were waiting for her father to come and pick her up; Sara was the last one to go home.
"God, what is taking my dad so long?" she huffed leaning back into the grass with her elbows propping her up. "He's such a dork...he's probably out screwing his new girlfriend, or whatever she is to him."
I just giggled and rolled my eyes saying "Oh stop, its not nice to talk about your Dad like that...besides if your Dad is screwing her, she's probably enjoying it."
Sara looked at me as if I was insane, "Ew!!"
"What?" I laughed. "I think your Dad is hot, he's tall, dark, muscular, great ass..."
"Okay, that's gross, that's my Dad, and you are sicking me out," Sara said in disgust.
"Exactly, he's your Dad, not mine...I can visualize him differently then you, its not like I am googling over my own Dad," I said.
"Yeah, but..."she said pausing.
"But, what?"
"Oh, whatever...I suppose your Dad's pretty cute for an old guy."
"Ha...see, now you can't say anything about me thinking your dad is hot"
Then Sara's dad pulled into the driveway, he looked hotter then ever. He owns an old '69 Candy Apple Red, Convertible Mach 1 Mustang, he had the rag top down, and he was wearing a tight white tank top, that showed every crease of his muscular body. He looked like he actually just got finished doing 'something' that made him all sweaty. It sent shivers down my spine the thought of him, making his sex mate cream. I could feel that I was starting to get a little tingly.
"Hey baby girl, how was the weekend?" he shouted over the sound of the rumbling engine.
We both walked over to the car, she jump into the passenger side as I stayed on the driver's side.
"It was great Daddy, but I'm tired, I'm going to bed early tonight" Sara said hugging him.
"I am definitely going to bed early tonight too," I said.
He looked at me, and smiled. It seemed like he was looking me all over, which made me tingle even more. Then he winked at me. I thought I had to have been imagining this.
"Your definitely a young adult now, Ti," he said quickly looking me over again, and pausing at my 36 C tits, then quickly gazing at my secretly moistening pussy, then back to Sara again "You should come over next weekend, you haven't stayed with Sara for a while."
"Sure," I agreed.
"Right on," Sara said.
At that, we said our good-byes, and they were off. I went back into the house, straight to the bathroom, and ran water for a long hot bath. While I was in the tub, I couldn't stop thinking of how that sexy man was looking at me. Nah, it was all innocent...I pushed it to the back of my head, and finished with my bath, and went off to bed for the evening.
Suddenly I woke to my clit throbbing, I must have been dreaming about Sara's father. I brought my finger to my clit and began rubbing it softly, in light circles. With my other hand I lightly rub one of my nipples. I started to visualized Sara's dad, sucking at my nipples, nibbling them, and pinching them. I imagined it was his fingers, rubbing my clit. God it was feeling great, until my phone rang. My parents let me have my own phone line in my room, as long as I did my weekly chores.
I looked at the time and saw that it was only 11:30 p.m. I picked up the phone with a somewhat raspy voice from my interrupted pleasure, "Hello..."
"Um...hello...um, Ti?" said a male's voice.
I didn't quite recognize the voice at first, but then there was a familiarity to how he said my name. "Mr. Matthews?"
"Um...yes, Ti it's me...aahh" he said. He seemed a little hesitant, and I found it odd that he was calling me on my personal phone. He always calls my parents number to confirm consent for stay overs, so obviously I knew he didn't call the wrong number.
"Is everything ok, Mr. Matthews? Are you looking to speak to my parents about next weekend?" I asked.
He let out a little laugh, then sighed, a deep sexy sigh "No Ti, everything's fine, I just wanted to call and talk to you...*shaky sigh*...to hear your voice".
I had to be dreaming...this couldn't be true. Pinch me...God someone pinch me. I didn't know what to say, I was speechless.
"Mr. Matthews...you wanted to hear my voice?" I asked a little confused. Was I hearing him right?
