As a young girl my family lived in a semi-detached house in a small town in England. Our next-door neighbour was a man called Rick who was a friend of the family having lived next door for as long as I could remember. He was about 17 years older than I was, quite a nice looking guy and had been a widower for ten years. He was always a welcome visitor in our house and I liked him a lot.
When I was sixteen I started to fantasise about him when I started to masturbate to release my sexual urges. In my fantasy I always called him daddy, perhaps because he was older than me and I saw him as a father figure, but I don't really know why. My own father certainly never abused me and Rick never made any sexual advances to me so it was just something I can't really explain.
When I was seventeen Rick moved away to Cambridge, I knew he was a writer and only when he was moving away did I learn that he wrote technical books, but had recently written a novel that was an instant success when it was published. He said he needed a change of surroundings so he could concentrate on his new novel. We were all sorry to see him go but continued to keep in touch.
At eighteen I won a scholarship to Cambridge University, my parents were really pleased but concerned about me leaving home. I did not take up my scholarship until I was nineteen taking time out to have a break from studying.
Not knowing much about university towns and the shortage of accommodation we found it hard to find a suitable place for me to stay having left it until close to the time I was due to attend classes. My mother said that Rick's house was not very far from the University as she and dad had visited him a couple of times and that the house was on the bus route. Perhaps he might let you board with him until you find your way around, Dad thought it was an excellent idea and that night he rang Rick who said he would be pleased to have me stay with him.
Rick met me at the railway station and drove me to his house, it was an old house set in it's own grounds and secluded from the road and the neighbouring homes. I loved the house after our semi-detached house, and the room Rick said was mine was lovely. I could tell it had recently been decorated from the smell of the new paint and wallpaper and I loved his choice of wallpaper. I asked him if he had redecorated the room just for me. He smiled and said that he had, that he wanted my stay to be a pleasant and happy one.
I could not resist the urge to show him my appreciation and went up to him and put my arms around him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, it was while I held him that the memories of my fantasy about him being daddy flooded my mind and I felt my pussy start to get wet.
Everything soon settled down and I caught the bus to school each day and home at night on the days I was doing three classes. On the other days my classes finished early so I was home by two in the afternoon.
I must confess that since that afternoon when I hugged and kissed Rick on the cheek that my fantasy dominated my mind when I felt horny, so I let my fantasy run wild imagining all sorts of situations where Rick would undress me and then himself and fuck me. Thrusting two fingers inside my wet pussy imagining it was Rick's big hard cock riding me, taking me to orgasm. I did this two or three times a week
The fact that he was now thirty-six and I only nineteen did not seem to matter. I knew that I wanted him to be the one to take my cherry. So I set out to seduce him, planning carefully that when the right time came I would make him horny and wanting and then submit myself to him.
The chance came two months later. It was a Saturday night and he asked me if I was staying home or going to visit a girl I had made friends with. Staying home I said, she has a boyfriend and so I won't see much of her at the weekends now. "Haven't you met a boy you like yet," he asked me. "No Rick most of the young guys seem so immature and I don't get to talk with any older guys at present, I said.
"Anyway I am going to take a bath and maybe we could play cards later, or watch TV if you like," I said. "Cards sound great, not much on telly tonight until late," he said.