Hey! I’m Elena and I’m 21. This relationship started when I was 19. First though, please no bullying for my username. I made this account when I was a kid and roleplaying was not the move back then but I was in love with AJ Lee. She was my bisexual awakening!
I’m sure some of you have been the mum of your group. The mature one making sure everyone has a good night, dealing with the tears, stopping arguments, holding back hair when someone is throwing up and ensuring everyone gets home safely. My three closest friends were mayhem back in the day and thankfully they have been tamed now but not before I accidentally took out my frustration on one of them.
It was August 2021 and we had a nightmare of a night out. People were letting their exes dictate their mood and by the end of it I had a scratch on my face from getting between two sets of acrylic nails. I had to call one of my friend’s sisters to come and collect her and then me and the other two got a taxi back to the house we were staying at, which was one of my friends dads place. He is separated from her mum. He was awake when we got back and helped me to get them up the stairs and then smartly fucked off back downstairs while I handled the rest. I got my best friend changed and into bed and then dealt with his daughter who was still throwing up. I cleaned up the excess from the toilet seat and then hoped they would hold it in until morning. I lay in bed with them both for a while but they had that smell on them so I decided to sleep on the chair in her room. Before I settled down I decided to top up the glasses of water we had in the room and when I got down I saw he was still awake.
He joined me in the kitchen, checked if there was anything he could help with and asked about the cut on my face. I ended up sitting down with him in the living room and just complaining about the girls for what must have been 10-15 minutes. I was probably ego boosting myself a little bit like I was some hero for keeping them alive but I just needed to vent and he was happy to listen. When I stopped moaning we got talking about other stuff and the mood started to change. I felt like he started to flirt, just a little at first but it got more obvious! He was asking about me a lot and getting to know me. He was intense with the eye contact, very complimentary about me and I just could feel his body language drawing me in. I was 19. I’m well aware I probably just got seduced by an experienced older guy but I was giving back in the conversation as well and gave out signals that I was feeling it. I started to feel the temptation but this was also my friend’s dad. I couldn’t make the first move and be wrong.
After a while he asked if I was planning to head to bed at all and I said I didn’t want to go back into the vomit headquarters that was his daughter’s bedroom. He said he could grab me a duvet and I could sleep on the couch if I wanted and that seemed better to me. He went upstairs to grab me a quilt and pillow and during that time I moved onto the couch that would be my bed, which is the spot he had been in during our conversation so when he came back he joined me there and we were a lot closer. I started to lean in to the flirting more hoping that if I was reading into this correctly he would make the move for me. In the end we basically shared the decision. His comments led to me making the physical move.
What it came down to was him asking if I had everything I needed, me agreeing that the couch was perfect and him saying that “the only other option is my bed.” I let out a little flirty giggle and then he said he was “thinking about doing some crazy right now.” The quotes might not be exact to the word but it was all I needed. I pounced on him and we were kissing in a second. It’s so fascinating how suddenly things can change. We both just knew the moment was then. It felt incredible to make a move like that and I can still feel the excitement of the moment to this day. It was just so naughty. One minute on the edge of something and the next climbing into the lap of your friend’s dad. My hands on his face frantically snogging him and his on my hips and then arse.
The beginning was so quick, like if we didn’t cross the line quick enough we might bottle it. As quickly as I was kissing him I was also on the floor between his legs. He pushed down his shorts and I started to suck his dick. I was like a wild animal for a short while, letting all this frustration and arousal out on him. It wasn’t until he brought his hand to my cheek and lifted my eyes up to face him that I got a reality check. Not about which dick I was sucking, but about where I was doing it. I remember his soft whispered “Shh... shh... shh…” and the smirk on his face so well. My two friends were still upstairs and we had to be careful about that. I knew they were probably completely passed out but all it takes is one loud noise and one of them coming down the stairs for a glass of water I never returned with. I started to suck him again but with a little more control and patience. It was so much fun.
After watching me slobber all over his dick for a while, he leaned forward and lifted me up. My vest top was already hanging off each shoulder by this point so instead of lifting it off, he pushed it down onto my stomach. I unhooked my bra and he pulled me in to suck on my boobs before moving his hands to my hips and pushing my shorts down my legs. I climbed back into his lap and he put his dick inside me and I started riding him while he played with my tits and arse, helping me to grind and bounce on his dick as quietly as I could manage. At one point we heard a creak and I sat up. His dick slipped out of me and we both went silent until nothing came of it. I looked at him and we both laughed before I just sat right back on his dick like we didn’t just have the fear of God put into us. I’ve never had such quiet sex and it was so hot just knowing how bad we were being.
We changed position once into missionary and now he took over trying to fuck me while keeping as quiet as possible while I just got to enjoy myself and hope there were no surprises to come. When he got close he made me aware and I told him to cum in my mouth so when it was time he pulled out of me and I sat up and just sucked his dick as he blew his load for me.
I wouldn’t say the weight of the world instantly washed over me, but I got myself dressed quickly. We took all that risk so it would be stupid to get caught now. He dressed as well and I would say the mood was still quite heated between us. He kissed me a few more times. He wasn’t showing any regret and I didn’t feel too guilty either. I could leave that for the next day. Once we had cleaned up and opened the window to get some fresh air in, he said he would head to bed and off he went. It took me a while to fall asleep. I was still shocked by what I did and knew it was going to be a heavy secret to carry but the experience was fun and I have always tried not to regret my decisions when it comes to sex. That’s pretty much it for that night. Next morning I was back with the hungover girls upstairs and didn’t feel as terrible as I might have expected.
Now here I am on a Saturday night writing out how I ended up fucking the dad of my best friends and the reason for that is because we don’t go out as much as we used to. The girls grew up and stopped getting into drunken mischief and that’s the real meaning behind this story! I have more stuff to tell from sleeping with him and some of the other stuff I have gotten up to. I’ve wanted to do it for ages and finally had my moment on inspiration.