My best friend's father has always flirted with me, even sometimes saying some inappropriate things, but I've always thought it was just his type of humour.
That six foot tall bundle of raw muscles is sitting on the couch wearing nothing but a pair of shorts when I walk into the house, looking for my friend. I don't knock any more, because we've been friends for so long. I find him there and I hesitate.
"Oh, hi, sir!" I look towards my friend's room. "Is she here?"
He looks up at my recently of age body, currently clad in a short pink dress, white underwear and rocking some pink heels. "Oh, hey! Um, no, she went out with her mom. What's up?"
"Oh, well, if she's not here," I say, defeated. "I don't wanna bother you with my problems."
"No, it's OK. You are always welcome here," he insists kindly. "Come and tell me."
"If you're sure..." I hesitate for a long moment before finally walking over and sitting on the couch, a little bit farther from him.
He sits up, his eyes instantly roaming all over me. "Did something happen? Are you OK?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah, nothing to worry about," I assure him. "I was just on a date, and... Well, let's just say it was a bummer."
"Well, what happened?"
"Well... Now, don't worry or anything but... Well, he wanted more than I wanted to give. On a first date and in public anyway." The truth is, that guy wanted me to wank him right there at the bar, and that's something this virgin is definitely not going to do.
"Oh. Well, that's pretty bold," he agrees, but then his voice changes. "But... I can't really blame him. I've always wanted that, too."
"Oh, stop that," I dismiss his words like I always do, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling they bring me. "You're always saying stuff like that."
He moves a little closer to me, and his hand lands on my bare thigh. "And I always mean it."
I scoff gently, hoping to change the subject. "Well, anyway, I just wanted your daughter to make me feel a little better about myself. But since she's not here I might as well go home again."
"You should stay," he says, boldly sliding his hand up my thigh and under my dress. "Let me make you feel better about yourself."
My hand rushes to stop his when I feel him reach my panties, but I'm unable to push it out from under my dress. "I-I'd rather you didn't," I say weakly, shocked that he would make such a move.
He slides a finger up and down over my pussy as he promptly leans close and kisses my neck. "You sure about that?"
I sigh in equal frustration and unexpected excitement. "Y-Yes." I squeeze my legs together, hoping to stop him from accessing my private parts. He keeps rubbing even though I try to stop him.
He hums against my neck. "I can feel your panties getting wet."
"N-No! That's not it..." I try to tell him, feeling like my own body is betraying me as I fail to push him away from me.
I gasp sharply when he pulls my panties to the side and a fat finger pokes insistently at my tight and, shockingly, slightly wet hole. He presses it in, entering my unused pussy with obvious pleasure, and I realize with horror that he must have really meant it all those times when he said he wanted me.
His thick finger slides in and out of me slowly, never once losing his contact when he pushes me backwards into the corner of the couch. "Ohh, your pussy is so tight," he mutters before placing his lips over mine, hungrily attacking my mouth. I try to tell him to stop but only result in allowing his tongue into my mouth, letting it explore mine.
As his finger explores my tiny hole, I feel helpless under him, pressed into the corner. Swiftly he pulls the straps down on my dress, exposing my young breasts. "Stop... Please..." I whine under him, shuddering at the hot wet touch of his mouth on my nipples, my hips trying to squirm away from his hand.