I was 18 when I had my first real sexual experience, but what happened last Wednesday afternoon made everything else seem tame by comparison. I came home from college for lunch and was alone in the house. My T-shirt was tight and my erect nipples poked through the material I donβt wear a bra - while my pert little bum was barely covered by my micro-mini. The doorbell rang and on opening it my dadβs mate Ray stood smiling on the doorstep.
I had always fancied Ray and made a special effort to wear low-cut tops when he came round to see dad.
"Dad's gone to the office," I told him. "So you're all alone then?" he replied, pushing past me and walking down the hallway to the kitchen. I closed the front door and followed him. "Want a coffee?" I asked. He smiled as I flirted, "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you tease me. I bet youβve never been fucked properly!" I was taken aback and replied sarcastically, "Is that an invitation?" Ray was in his late 30s and I had often overheard him telling dad of his latest conquests. "I hope you donβt need to be asked twice," he said.