She found the DVD by accident. She hadn't been snooping; she'd been searching for her mother's blue sweater, but her rummaging through the drawers of her parents' bedroom led to an exciting discovery.
Francesca held the plastic case, transfixed by the printed images on the cover. She experienced a tremor of some deep, terrible, taboo in the pit of her stomach, as though a nerve had been touched. She knew about porn of course, although previously it held no interest for her, but the discovery of a secret stash stirred feelings within her and the spark of lust ignited with hot vehemence between her legs. Surprised by the heat in her pussy as it began to melt and throb, Francesca suddenly yearned to touch herself. The expressions of pleasure on the young models' faces captured her imagination and she fantasised over how it feel be to be in their position. How would she feel to be fucked on film and for money?
A few minutes passed and Francesca loaded the disc into her father's computer. The scenes came to life, causing her to groan with frustration at the relentless itch in her sodden pussy. She slid her jeans down and stepped out pf her underwear before settling in the chair. As the film lewdly progressed and her frustration grew unbearable, Francesca lifted her feet to the edge of the desk and spread her legs. Her slick labia pouted and honey sluiced from her opening when she diddled at her clitoris in the first moments of sweet masturbation. The fact that the film belonged to her parents gave the whole situation a furtive, clandestine edge and the forbidden aspect only heightened the girl's sudden feelings. She sighed and gave full reign to the glorious waves of pleasure as she touched herself.
***
Ted parked outside his business partner's house. As expected the place was dark, it looked empty, nobody at home. Derek, his partner was away. Marie, Derek's wife would be working her shift as a nurse at the District Hospital, and Francesca was probably out socialising, as you'd expect her to. Derek had phoned and mentioned a letter he'd left for Ted, it was on his study desk and Ted should call round to collect it. The situation wasn't unusual; Ted held a key to the front door for just such an eventuality. He had collected letters from Derek's house on previous occasions, just as Derek had from his. They had been in business together for nearly thirty years, been friends before that, they trusted each other.
Since the house appeared empty, Ted let himself in. He made his way straight to his partner's study on the ground floor. He noticed nothing untoward in the few moments it took to find his way from the front door to the study, everything in the house appeared normal - Then Ted stepped into the room and saw her.
***
The first inkling Francesca had that something was amiss was when she sensed a presence. It may have been a flicker of a shadow seen from the corner of her eye, the sound of his sharp intake of breath, or maybe a creak of floorboards. No matter, the jolt of seeing a man in the doorway of the study stunned her and her world slewed as her brain struggled to cope with the reality of discovery. Her immediate thought had been, 'Daddy!' Her father had caught her in such a flagrant act of self-abuse. . . Then, the realisation of who the man actually was hit her. She automatically clasped an arm across her breasts while her thighs clamped tight around her wrist, trapping her hand in situ, her fingers still mushed into the wet of her pussy.
"Oh my, God!" she blurted, not even realising she'd spoken, she was so shocked.
"Jesus!" Ted blasphemed. "Francesca. . . I'm. . . Oh shit. . ."
Ted boggled at the girl, his wits unable to assimilate the true nature of what he was seeing. In his mind, he wasn't seeing a beautiful, teenage girl caught in the act of wild, lusty masturbation; he only felt the shock at his blundering upon what was such a personal, private act.
The two stared at each other while the sounds of the cinematic fucking grew louder and more abandoned. The squeals and groans went unheeded as both Francesca and Ted fought to make sense of the scene in which they so abruptly found themselves the main players.
"Francesca," Ted spluttered, still unable to comprehend. "I. . . Oh fuck. . ." His embarrassment flamed. "I'm sorry. . . So sorry."
He turned and fled, there was no other course of action available according to his stunned brain. He slammed the front door to the house on his way out, revved the car engine and sped into the night.
"Shit!" Francesca hissed when the door banged shut. "Shit, shit, shit". He'd caught her, her father's friend. . . "Shit." Her mortification caused her to groan. How could she have been so stupid? Wanking in front of the computer - It was madness - And now? Ted. He'd caught her. Francesca groaned again, "Oh my fucking God." Her eyes closed tight with chagrin. She imagined how she must have looked, legs wide, fingers squelching at her sex, her tee shirt pulled up and her titties all bare. . . "Fuck!" Francesca willed herself away, far away where she would never have to face the man again. Her face burned with the humiliation.
***
Francesca's stomach gave a greasy slide when she heard her father's voice downstairs. It was a moment she had been dreading. If Ted had told her father of the scene he'd stumbled across, Francesca doubted that she could live with the shame of her parents knowing the sordid secret between her and her father's business partner. Her father was her idol and she knew she was the apple of his eye, his only child, his darling daughter. For him to think badly of her, for him to know her dirty, sordid secret - Francesca squirmed at the thought. She waited for the axe to fall.
There was nothing that night. Her father was his usual, loving self towards her, but the girl remained convinced that it was only a matter of time. Perhaps Ted was waiting to see her father in person. The subject was hardly one casually broached over the phone. Yes, that was it, she was sure, Ted would be waiting for a quiet moment to inform her father about her filthy little game.
Three days passed, and then it was a week. Nothing, not a word, every evening she expected the worst, but everything remained the same. Francesca's stomach flipped and her face burned whenever she called to mind the image of Ted standing there, shocked, gape-mouthed, and her, with her body exposed in the most vulnerable way imaginable... Finally, a full three weeks after the incident, just as the shame had begun to wane she came face-to-face with him.
It had proven impossible for her to dodge the event. It was her parents' anniversary, with the inevitable celebrations, Ted included. Francesca had squirmed and fretted, but in the end, there was just no way to avoid him. To her immense relief, he had kept his distance all through the evening, but eventually their paths had crossed.
"Evening, Francesca." His manner was aloof, indifferent. Any embarrassment he felt remained well concealed.
"Hello, Mr Bryant." Francesca's eyes darted, anything rather than look at him. She felt the heat of her blush and cursed inwardly.
Then, he showed the first hint of awkwardness. "Uhm... Francesca?" His voice wavered a little. "Do you think we could...? I mean... I'd like to talk to you - In private."
