The first time I hooked up with my best friends Dad [FM]

ok so i'm 19f and i need to spill this somewhere cause it's messing with my head. i can't tell anyone irl, so here i am on a throwaway. this is so messed up but also so fucking hot and i'm kinda losing it. plz don't hate me too much.

so my best friend (she's also 19) and i have been super close since middle school. her dad (he's like 40ish) has always been around, like he'd drive us to the mall or make us snacks when we hung out at her place. he's hot for an older guy—tall, kinda muscly, with that salt-and-pepper hair thing going on. i never thought much of it, just like, "damn, her dad's kinda fine," but that was it. until this summer.

i was staying over at their house for a weekend cause we were planning a road trip. her mom was out of town for work, so it was just me, my friend, and her dad. first night, we're all chilling, watching some dumb horror movie, and my friend passes out early on the couch. i'm still up, and her dad's sitting in his recliner, sipping a beer. we start talking, just random stuff—movies, school, whatever. he's funny, and i notice he's looking at me…different. like, not creepy, but intense. my stomach did a flip.

he offers me a beer, and i take it even tho i'm underage. we keep talking, and i'm getting buzzed, feeling bold. i don't even know why, but i start teasing him, like, "bet u were wild in college, huh?" he laughs, says something like, "u don't wanna know u?" and i'm like, "try me." it's flirty, and i know it's wrong, but my pussy's getting wet just from the vibe.

he gets up to grab another beer, and i follow him to the kitchen. we're alone, and it's quiet except for the hum of the fridge. he hands me a beer, and our hands touch, and neither of us pulls away. i'm like, "u ever think about girls my age?" so fucking stupid, i know. he stares at me, all serious, and says, "only when they're standing in my kitchen like this." my heart's racing. i step closer, and he grabs my waist, pulls me in, and suddenly we're making out, his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my ass.

we stumble to the laundry room so we don't wake my friend. he lifts me onto the dryer, yanks my leggings down, and i'm so wet i can feel it dripping. he pulls his dick out of his jeans—thick, hard, with a vein running down it—and rubs it against my pussy. i'm biting my lip to stay quiet, but i moan when he slides it in. he fucks me deep, one hand gripping my thigh, the other covering my mouth cause i'm getting loud. he's whispering shit like, "u like this old man's cock, huh?" and i'm losing it, my pussy clenching around him. i cum so hard my legs shake, and he keeps pounding my ass against the dryer. when he's about to cum, he pulls out and shoots all over my stomach, some of it hitting my tits.

we clean up fast, and he's like, "this never happened." i nod, but i'm still shaking. i sneak back to the couch, and my friend's still passed out. next morning, he acts normal, but i catch him glancing at me, and i'm so wet again i have to change my panties.

now i can't stop thinking about it. i touch myself every night picturing his dick, his hands, the way he fucked me. i know it's so wrong—he's my friend's dad, he's married, he's old enough to be my dad—but i want it again. i'm scared my friend will find out, but i'm also kinda hoping he corners me next time i'm over. am i fucked up? probly.