Boys are stupid. Girls too. A whole weekend and I didn't get fucked once. Oh but did I hear other people getting fucked. Every fucking room seemed to have pairs, and none of them open to a third. That was the last fucking college house party I would ever go to. Or at least the last one I go to without asking if we are supposed to bring a date.
Don't get me wrong, it was hot as fuck watching everyone, but to watch all weekend and not get a piece of the action? That was overwhelming and not in a good way. I couldn't even find a moment to make myself come. So here I was, coming home, unfucked and horny as hell.
As I grabbed my bags out of the car I noticed how slick I was, I didn't even bother putting on panties, had just left on the dress I wore the night before when I'd stupidly asked to join in. Stupid.
I hoped no one was home, I needed to go get myself off and get myself off fast. I felt the tension from the last few days in my core, radiating through me. I was nearly vibrating with sexual tension.
Opening the door to the house I shared with my Dad, I was unhappy to see one of our neighbors sitting at the counter chatting. Great. More pleasantries.
"I'm home!" I yelled out. My Dad came out from behind the counter to wave, "Hey Princess! How was the weekend?"
Awful. "It was great, nice to see everyone. Hi Dave, good to see you."
Dave had been our neighbor for years, "Wow look at you, all grown up. She's quite a looker, good for you!" He said, giving my Dad a pat on the back as though my looks were somehow thanks to him and not the tiny dress I had on.
I had no patience for anyone today. I needed to come and come now. "Oh yeah he does a great job on my makeup, don't you Dad?"
He gave me a look that said knock it off. "Well I don't mean to interrupt you two, I'll just head up to my room."
"No, come join us! How's school going?" Damn you Dave.
As I stood by the counter and answered Dave's benign questions, I felt his eyes on me. I wasn't wearing a bra and I probably smelled like sex. Well too bad, not for him.
"How about you Dave? How's Martha?" Low blow, I know. His face fell.
"Oh she'd fine, just went on her honeymoon I think." My Dad was full-on glaring at me now. I should know better than to bring up his ex-wife but I was done with pleasantries.
"Well, I'll leave you both to it. Thanks for having me Mark, always a pleasure." and he left with a little less pep in his step.
As soon as my Dad closed the door he turned to look at me. "Okay, what the hell was that about?"
"Nothing, it's fine."
"It is not, you were very rude for no reason. What's going on?"
"Nothing. Can I please just go upstairs now?"
"Absolutely not. You can't go around being a brat to our neighbors for no reason."
He crossed his arms and gave me a look at one would normally give to a misbehaving child.
I felt my clit pulsing, very inappropriate while being reprimanded by my Dad I know. But I was so fucking turned on, and now he's standing there all Dominant-like?
Damn, I'm way too horny and way too kinky. He's a good-looking guy sure but...
"Eyes on me Princess. What's going on with you? Did something happen at the party?"
"More like what didn't happen" I muttered.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
Okay, I needed to get out of here. I started up the stairs to my room. Normally he'd just let me go when I needed space.
Not today apparently.
Before I'd made it three steps I felt him grab me around the waist and lift me down the stairs. NO that was not hot!
"Stop it! What are you doing!" He placed me on the ground and grabbed my arms, we were pressed together tight in a way that made my nipples hurt.
"Tell me what's going on."
"I'm Horny okay! I had to sit through a whole fucking weekend watching everyone else have powerful orgasms and get fucked within an inch of their lives and I had to sit out and watch the whole damn thing because everyone was too prudish to let me play with them! I need to go upstairs and have 10 orgasms while listening to audio telling me what a slut I am."
I was breathing heavenly after shouting. It felt good to be so honest but I also knew I was about to get in the most trouble of my life.
After a few moments, I realized he still hadn't said anything. He was still gripping my arms and pressing me to his chest. I needed that to stop before I got any more turned on by...
I began to pull away, but he didn't let me move. "I see." He finally said. I couldn't meet his eyes.
"Yeah I know, I'm a freak, now let me go." I expected my comment
"First off, you are not a freak, and secondly..." He seemed to consider his next words for ages. I tried to pull away again.
"Look unless you're offering to help, I think you need to let me go." I expected him to do just that, let me go with a look of disgust and disappointment. I was NOT expecting to see curiosity flit across his face.
That's when I noticed pressure against my stomach. He was hard. For me.
It should have been disgusting, gross, terrible. Instead, I did the unthinkable, I pressed myself to him harder.
He winced at the pressure against his hard cock. There was no denying it now, he was turned on by this, and so was I.
"Maybe you do want to help. Is that it? I suppose they say kinks are hereditary. Is Daddy interested?"
He closed his eyes tight and clenched his jaw. I was testing him in ways I didn't fully understand, but damn if I wasn't having fun doing it. I waited, hoping for some kind of indication I hadn't misread him. But as the seconds ticked by I started to question myself. Was I really propositioning my DAD? Holy shit I was fucked up.
"Let me go! I can't deal with this." My cheeks were burning and I wanted to cry in shame, frustration, disappointment.
But his grip tightened again.
"Be very careful with how you tease me." I didn't recognize that voice, he'd never used the tone with me. It was... exciting. NO! Scary?
"Or what? You'll ground me? You're probably vanilla anyway, aren't you. Couldn't handle a freak like me."
He took a long deep breath.
