Rose was my best friend, and I’ve stayed over at her house lots because we rode to school together, and it was easy since I also kept a lot of my clothes in her closet. We were both sixteen and had known each other since we were six.

When we first met, her parents were still married, and I’ve known them through all the mess of her mom getting caught by the wife of the guy she was fooling around with and her calling Rose’s dad, Earl.

So, they split the blanket, and Rose stayed with her dad.

He’s a really nice guy, kind of quiet, nice-looking, forty-one, I think. Rose has always been very close to her dad, and she still gets in his bed every night, and he reads to her for half an hour, sometimes more, and sometimes they just talk. Maybe you think that’s pretty lame for a sixteen-year-old girl, but I think it was pretty nice. They’re close, and it’s good that she can be close with her father. I’m not especially close with mine as he’s a workaholic and not around much.

I’m pretty close to her dad, too. We kid around a lot, and he teases me and jokes around. We just have a lot of fun.

Anyway, when I spend the night, I get in bed and join in. We usually make a sandwich of her dad, one on each side, and over the years, it just felt natural to all snuggle together.

Of course, as I said, I’m not a little girl any longer. In fact, I’m pretty well developed (D-cup if you’re into body statistics) and am five seven and a half. Now, I do have my naughty side like most girls, and, yes, I liked to snuggle my boobs up to him, and I’m pretty sure he liked that. I know I sure did. I also liked wearing nighties around him and would specially choose them so they would be a bit see-through. I spent a lot of time in front of my mirror at home just getting the right look. I wanted my nipples to just barely show through, just a little.

So, one night, we were all in bed. I had my arm over his chest, and as I ran my hand down, I bumped right into his dick. It was difficult to miss as it was big and hard. I just acted like I didn’t know what had happened and left my hand right over it. My heart was racing, and I didn’t know what might happen. I expected that he would put his hand under the covers and move my hand away, but it never happened. An hour later, Rose and I got up and went off to bed, and Earl’s dick was still hard.

I was so turned on by what happened and his silence that I masturbated that night twice; very quietly.

A few nights later, we were all back in bed again. Almost as soon as we got in bed, I raised my knee to bring the covers up so Rose couldn’t see, and I turned toward Earl and moved my hand right over to his dick and wrapped my fingers around his hardness. Every once in a while, I would squeeze but made sure I never looked at him when I did.