I had known Carla for six years, since we were nine. We hung out together and told each other our hopes, dreams and fears. I had been a ready shoulder for her to cry on when her mother died in a stupid car accident caused by a drunk driver two years back. She told me of how her father was even more shattered than she was. The insurance and lawsuit monies left them moderately well off, but there was always this sadness with them.
I was at her sweet sixteen birthday party and sleep over. We had some boys at the party, but they had to leave by midnight. Carla's dad, Paul, was a good sport, mostly letting us do our own thing, but he kept a wary eye out for anyone having too much fun. Mostly he stayed in their den playing computer games. Every little bit he would come out to get a soda and count noses and make sure no one had gotten off to a dark corner.
At about ten o'clock he spotted Michelle and her boyfriend in a serious lip lock with her blouse up and bra down. He only told the excited couple "Break it up! Put your clothes back on and move on to the living room where everyone else is. Now." They were really embarrassed and Michelle's boyfriend left soon after. The other girls started asking Michelle how it felt and if she really would have gone farther.
I didn't take part in the hazing because I knew how she felt. I had been going out with guys, nothing serious, but I had been felt up, and had held a cock, and knew what happened when you rubbed it the right way. That always gave me a feeling of power, to be able to make a guy beg me to continue and to make him cum. I also knew how much 'won't' power it takes to stop a guy from going farther than you really want him to. But that wasn't really the reason I didn't tease Michelle.
The real reason was that I had spotted the hard on that Paul had gotten from seeing the amorous couple. He had covered well, but I knew the signs. I got real horny and started to fantasize about Paul. From talking to Carla I knew that he hadn't started looking at women yet. He had been two years without a bed partner. I wondered if I could ... if should ... help him get over his grief in a womanly way.
After all the boys left we all put on our jammies. Some were shorter than others. Mine was about average. Paul kept up his 'going for soda' routine, but now I could tell that he was interested in the 'eye candy' we were providing him. About one AM he shut the computer down and went to bed, telling us to keep the noise down to a dull roar.
After a little bit the party started to break into two groups. The group in the front living room had the lights off and were getting to sleep. The group in the rec room was watching videos. I watched a few videos with that group until about three AM, and then drifted toward the living room. But I didn't stop there. I snuck upstairs to Paul's bedroom. When I got there, it was dark, but I saw him laying on his king sized bed. He didn't have any covers on and I saw he slept in his boxers. I took my jammies off and got onto the bed with him.
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