I let my best friend’s newly divorced dad take my virginity [FM] part 1

I never dreamed I would ever sleep with Mr. Young. Sure, growing up, I always had a school girl crush on him. But he’s known me since I was 10 years old! Back then, a 25 year age gap was a lifetime between us… but the summer I turned 18 is when everything changed.

It started the week after graduation. I was sleeping over at Lex’s house on a Thursday night. We were especially hyper because my 18th bday party was the following Saturday. We were lying together in her bed, laughing, when we heard a muffled argument coming from the room below. Lex rolled her eyes and said, “My god, you’d think they would have gotten it out of their systems by now.” Lex’s parents had been going through a divorce for the past few months. It turned out that Lex’s mom, Carol, had cheated on her husband for years and had decided to leave him once Lex was accepted into college since “her work was done here”. Mr. Young had not exactly been surprised but you could tell it hurt him to know that both his wife and his daughter were leaving him soon. He didn’t seem to want to fight her too much in the divorce proceedings, but it sounded like Carol was determined to make things as messy as possible.

“Is your mom still trying to get the house?” I asked. “Yup,” she answered, “I think she’s trying to get my dad to sell it or buy her out. She seems determined for him not to keep it.” Just then, there was the sound of the front door slamming shut. Lex hopped out of bed, “Finally! Now we can go get snacks. Can you grab some sodas from the big fridge? I’m going to heat up some French fries.”

“Sure!” I said. We skipped down the stairs and split up once we reached the kitchen- the “big fridge” is what the Young family called their spare fridge in the garage. I walked into the backyard and entered the garage. Mr. Young was sat at his work table, seemingly lost in thought. I gave an awkward “hi Mr. Young” and he swiveled his chair to face me.

“Oh… hi Melody,” he said with a tired sigh. I noticed him give me a once-over before looking back to my eyes. He gave a polite smile and said “you girls going to bed anytime soon?” It wasn’t until that moment that I felt self-conscious about my attire: my long, auburn hair was up in a messy bun. I had on tiny pajama shorts that didn’t quite cover my ass completely. I was in an old white cami that I wasn’t sure was completely opaque. I was suddenly hyper aware of my long, pale legs and my freckled arms and face. I always was bashful around Mr. Young (even in high school) but I never really felt like he ever truly SAW me… until that night.

“Oh, Lexi and I have too much to discuss with all the party planning!” I said as I turned to the fridge. I swung the door open and looked for soda- I couldn’t see any. I had to bend low to examine the back of the shelves. I could feel Mr. Young watching me as I bent down. “That’s right, the big 18. Your birthday is in how many days?” He asked.

“My birthday is tomorrow but the party is on Saturday,” I said as my face flushed hot from embarrassment. I heard him stand up and walk towards me. I stood up quickly, moving to the side as he peered into the fridge as well. “Well that’s exciting,” he said quietly. He knelt down and reached to the far back of the fridge, fishing two sodas out. I took the sodas, fully aware that my face must have been beet red.

Suddenly, out of sheer panic, I blurted out “I’m sorry that Mrs. Young- er- I mean, Carol, is giving you such a hard time.” He gave me a half surprised, half amused look. “Oh… thank you for saying that, Melody. It definitely hasn’t been easy. But I don’t wish Carol any ill will. She is Lexi’s mom after all.”

“Well I think she’s an idiot for leaving you. You’re such a good dad and a great husband. She was so lucky to have you…” I trailed off then. What was I saying?! This was my best friend’s dad! I shouldn’t be telling him this.

“Thank you, Melody. That means a lot coming from you.” He gave me a smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. Up close, I could smell his cologne. He was tall, his shoulders were broad and his eyes were kind. I always melted at the sight of his eyes…

“Thank you for the sodas Mr. Young,” I said breathlessly. “Please, Melody, call me Chris.”

Later that night, as Lex slept peacefully next to me, I couldn’t sleep a wink. I tossed and turned, agonizing over the stupid things I said to Mr. Young. It was silly to be so spastic around him- he was just my friend’s dad. But there was always something about him that made me feel safe and cared for… I looked over at the clock- it was past 1am. I got out of bed and crept downstairs to get a glass of cold water (mostly to have something to do). As I stood over the sink drinking my water, I heard Mr. Young’s footsteps approaching.

“Happy birthday, Melody” his voice was slow and deep. I turned with a small gasp. “Oh- th-thanks Mr. Yo- um. I mean, thanks Chris.” He gave an amused chuckle as he walked towards me. He was in cotton pajama shorts and an old band T-shirt. I had seen him in these pajamas many times before but something was different- it was almost as if he standing taller, or maybe he had lost some weight?

“I wanted to be the first one to tell you. How does it feel to be an adult?” He said with a playful smile. I laughed- his humor was immediately disarming. “It feels like a whole new world of opportunity” I said sarcastically.

“Any opportunities that you have in mind?” he asked, chuckling. He looked at me then, our eyes locked suddenly. The smiles on our faces vanished instantly. It was as if a magnetic force was caught between our stares. My breathing became shallow. His eyes were unwavering as I said “as a matter of fact, there is one”. He didn’t break eye contact as I purposefully crossed the kitchen and stood an inch away from him. I could hear his heavy breathing, as I stood up on my tip toes and kissed his beautiful lips.

He didn’t kiss me back, but he didn’t pull away. I pulled my face back just enough to look into his eyes again. I could see the hunger in them. The fear. The exhilaration. I leaned in again, pressing my breasts into his abdomen. My lips met his and this time, I could feel him begin to relax. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I rolled my hips against his, trying to be as close to him as I could. My brain was buzzing with adrenaline. I was entirely incapable of forming a single coherent thought as his arms slowly wrapped around my waist.

His lips parted and our tongues intertwined- his kisses were strong and passionate. I was hardly aware of the fact that he had scooped me up and sat me on the counter. He gave a pleasurable, deep sigh as I wrapped my legs around him. He kissed my neck and I rolled my head back, giggling softly.

“Mmm… you smell amazing.” He said into my neck. “This is so wrong… but I can’t stop myself. You feel so good.“ His hand gently slid down the front of my little shorts, his index finger gently pushed against my slit. I gave a tiny yelp and he gave me a quizzical look. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, not at all. It’s just that… I’m not used to being touched like that.” I could feel my cheeks flush again. The buzzing in my brain began to fizzle out. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that Lexi was asleep upstairs. He looked confused. He gently lifted my head so that our eyes could meet, “what do you mean, Mel? Have you never done things like this with a boyfriend?” I stayed quiet. I felt like a child that was caught lying. “I would have never guessed that given how cocky you just were with me” he said with a smirk. I cracked a smile at that.

“Well I am a girl who knows what she wants.”

“Oh yeah? And what is that?”

“I want you to take my virginity” I said firmly. He goggled at me for a second. I genuinely think he was not expecting me to be that blunt. He stood there, frozen, with his gorgeous lips parted and his groin still pressed against mine. I could feel that he was hard. He took a tentative step back, as if he needed room to think. I hopped down from the counter and closed the gap between us again. “What do you think, Mr. Young?” He exhaled sharply- I couldn’t tell if it was out of disbelief or arousal. I put my hands on his hips and I slowly knelt down to my knees. I coiled my fingers into his waistband. “Please, Mr. Young?” He gave an exhilarated sigh.

“Can you please take my virginity?” I tugged on his shorts- the base of his cock peeked out from the waistband. I pressed my thick lips against the soft skin of his hard cock. I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Please Mr. Young?”

Chris had endured so much thanks to Carol; it was hard seeing him act so sad when he had no idea that I wanted him so badly. This was the perfect moment for me to show him the silver lining to being newly divorced. I pulled his shorts down lower, now a few inches of his shaft was showing. Without breaking eye contact, I licked his shaft up and down. He gave an involuntary gasp. I giggled, then pulled his shorts down lower until his erection popped out of his shorts, nearly hitting me in the face. I gave a gasp of delight, then wrapped my hand around his cock.

It was feverish, thick, and at least 6 inches. The head of his cock was thick and juicy- I salivated at the sight of it. When Chris asked if I had never “done things with a boyfriend” I didn’t answer because the fact was I never did have a steady boyfriend in high school, but I did learn how to give very good blowjobs- but he didn’t have to know that. What was important for him to know was I really was a virgin and I wanted him to take my virginity.

I ran my tongue from tip to base. I could feel his vein pulsing as his hand gently pressed on the back of my neck. I looked up at him, and asked, “so is that a yes?” I positioned my lips at the tip of his cock, ready to go. His eyes seemed to ignite.“Yes,” he said in a rough whisper. I slid his cock into my waiting mouth.

Tears welled in my eyes as I let him push the fat head of his cock to the back of my throat. I didn’t hold back as I made involuntary “gawk gawk” noises on his dick. My skin seemed to be on fire as his hands pulled my head in. I kept my rhythm- his moans were soft and passionate. I could feel the stress melt off of him as I sucked. I was lost in my task- I had no concept of time as I gagged and sucked. I wasn’t aware of the fact that I had pulled my cami down, exposing my C cup breasts, nor did I realize that I had slid my fingers into my panties and had started to play with myself. His moans became deeper and longer, he looked down at me and we made eye contact. I can only imagine what he saw- a beautiful teen who was topless, touching herself, giving him what I was sure was the best blowjob he ever had since he married stupid Carol.

I could feel his cock tense up, and I gave a soft moan of permission. He held my ponytail in his hand and with a final thrust, shot his hot cum into the back of my throat. I milked his cock softly and sweetly as he panted above me. I tilted my head back so he could see his hard work. My mouth was open and my tongue was out- his cum had coated my tongue completely. He gave a pleasurable sigh as I swallowed his hot load. He pulled me up to my feet then, without warning, picked me up and placed me back on the counter.

Before I had time to ask anything, he had yanked my pajama shorts and underwear off of me, and spread my legs. He knelt down and looked at me closely, “my god… you have such a pretty pussy.” I gave a long sigh as he leaned in close to my slit. I could feel his breath on my clit- it made me shiver. The tip of his tongue gently ran from the bottom of my opening up to my clit- he topped the maneuver off with a soft and sensual sucking of my clit. I gave an involuntary, high-pitched moan. “Shhhh,” he said, “we can’t have Lexi waking up and finding me eating out her best friend”. And then he dove into me like a man on a mission. He flicked and sucked and fingered.

I covered my mouth to stifle my moans and cries of elation. It wasn’t long until my legs started to spread wider, the heat building up in my core. I tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling him close. I could feel the smug grin on his face as his tongue slid in and out of me. His finger rhythmically slid over my clit- I was in heaven. My hips began to roll and my legs seemed to close vice-like on his head. I gave a great shuddering sigh and had the most life-altering orgasm of my life. Waves of pleasure washed over me as I gushed onto his hands and chin. He seemed to bask in his triumph, that same smug smile on his face. I collapsed into his arms- it took me a minute to catch my breath.

I only ever was able to cum on my own- no stupid boy from high school could ever do that. And yet here I was, getting eaten out by my best friend’s divorcee dad, cumming my brains out in the process. I felt like a damn queen.

“Good girl,” he said as he kissed me. My stomach fluttered at the praise. It seemed to awaken something in me. I held his face in mine, fully aware that my legs were still spread and my pussy juices were dripping out of me. “Saturday night,” I said to him.

“I want you to take my virginity on Saturday night”. He smiled broadly and kissed me deeply.

“Okay,” he whispered,” Saturday can’t come soon enough.”