Chapter 1

It was another typical friday night. I was staying overnight at my friend becky's house. We have been best friends forever, and typically stayed over at each other's house on weekends.

We were both freshmen that year, finally in high school, and we were both loving it. Her mom and dad had just finalized their divorce and her mom was in Dallas with her boyfriend so we were at her dad's house.

Becky was taller than me, she was five foot eight inches tall, and thin, where i was only five foot six inchs tall and a little more voluptuous. I'd bloomed in junior high, wearing a c cup and my breasts were already quite full and big, while becky was basically an a cup.

We were both pretty, and attractive, and both had plenty of boys after us for dates but both our parents had decided no dating for either us yet.

Neither one of us had had any real sexual experience, other than some kissing with boys at a few parties. We were both quite into boys and very curious, and on occasion would read each other little sex stories out of her dad's penthouse magazines. Sometimes as we'd read them we'd ooh and ahh, or give our opinions to each other. That was a typical night over at her dad's house for us while he'd be out, or be downstairs watching television by himself.

Her dad was really cool and a hottie, he was tall, dark, and had this gorgeous smile. He had a hairy chest too, which I thought was incredibly sexy.

On most weekends at his house he didn't mind if we had an occasional wine cooler, as long as we were staying in the house, and we took full advantage of that.

I'd always had a big crush on him. He always made me feel so special that I couldn't help but put him on a pedestal. He was simply so gorgeous and sexy.

This friday night had turned into another one of the typical drinking wine coolers, and reading sexy stories, and we eventually went to bed.

Around 2:30 or so i woke up and went downstairs to get a drink, and her Dad was still awake watching tv. I said hi, and went on into the kitchen, he got up and followed saying he was thirsy too. He poured us each a big glass of orange juice and and told me to follow him back into the living room, so I did.

He sat down on the couch next to me, and started talking. He was telling me how glad he was that Becky had me for a friend and that he was glad I came over and how it helps keep Becky's mind off their divorce, and as he was telling me this his hand was on my leg squeezing my thigh along the bottom of my nightshirt.

I was a little nervous, but at the same time it excited me that this gorgeous older man was talking to me like an adult. His touch felt strong and warm, his hand caressing my thigh, and he started telling me how beautiful I was and how he'd even had dreams of me which made me blush a little, but he still had me hanging on his every word.

He suddenly leaned into me and kissed me, not a peck on the cheek, but a full passionate kiss, and I was so nervous but I was simply melting in his arms. His lips felt so hot and hungry on mine, his tongue sliding into mouth. I felt and heard myself moan softly as his ams pulled me on top of him, his lips never leaving mine. His hands started caressing my back rubbing up and down, slowly and softly til they settled onto my asscheeks.