My Friend’s Father Offered to Take Me Home

The university graduation party had ended after midnight, and Renata, my best friend since first semester, insisted that her father drive us home. She’d had too much champagne during the toast and could barely walk straight, so he showed up with the car and told us to get in without arguing.

I sat in the middle between the two of them, with Renata leaning against the window and her father at the wheel. When we got to her house, she stumbled out, gave him a clumsy kiss on the cheek, and went inside. I stayed in the seat, now alone with him, and something in the air changed at once.

“You’ve really gotten pretty this past year,” he said as he started the car again. “Every time you come over, it gets harder not to look at you.”

I laughed nervously, not knowing what to say. He was a little over forty, with silver at his temples and a deep voice that seemed to fill the whole car.

At a traffic light, he rested his hand on my knee as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“The truth is, you’re hotter than my own daughter,” he murmured, and his hand slid a little higher up my thigh.

I should push him away, I thought. But I didn’t.

I blushed and my heart rose into my throat. I had never been in a situation like that, no man had ever touched me that way, and even though I knew it was wrong, I didn’t move my leg or ask him to stop.

He took that as permission. He drove a few more streets and stopped the car on a lonely avenue, under a tree that barely let the streetlights through. He turned off the engine. The silence turned thick, electric.

His hand slid between my legs with a slowness that made me hold my breath. For the first time in my life, I felt myself truly turn on, a heat rising from my belly and clouding my judgment. Without realizing it, I parted my knees a little, letting him go farther than I had ever let anyone go before.

“Have you ever been with an older man?” he asked, noticing how wet I was.

“No, sir,” I answered, my voice trembling, completely betrayed by my own arousal.

He took my hand and brought it to his crotch, pressing it against the hard bulge stretching the fabric of his pants. It felt huge, thick, and hot. I trembled with sheer anticipation as I felt it throbbing beneath my fingers.

He pulled down the zipper and freed it, guiding my hand again until it rested directly on his bare skin. Then he gently pushed me onto his lap. Without saying a word, I took him into my mouth.

I was surprised by how much I liked it. With no experience at all, guided only by instinct, I sucked him with a determination that amazed both of us. He threw his head back and a rough groan escaped him.

Meanwhile, his fingers did not stop working between my legs, sinking into me as deeply as the angle allowed. Then he moistened them and went farther back, pressing slowly until he got one finger inside me, and then two. At first it felt strange; after a little while, it was pulling moans from me I hadn’t known I was capable of making.

“Turn around, I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

Without thinking too much about it, I obeyed. I settled as best I could on the back seat, on all fours, and spread my legs in a signal he understood at once.

He positioned himself behind me and started to enter me slowly. I shuddered, caught between burning and pleasure, not fully knowing what would come next, but too turned on to care about anything. I gave myself to that man without reserve.

He made me completely his, first from the front and then, with patience and saliva, from behind as well. Pleasure made me see lights. To both our surprise, I started moving against him with a boldness I didn’t know I had, until he finished with a long shudder and I, for the first time in my life, came with an intensity that left me wrecked on the seat.

I collapsed across his legs, exhausted, like a rag doll. Even so, I still had enough strength left to clean him slowly with my mouth before he got his clothes back in place.

“You’re amazing,” he said, stroking my hair. “I never would have imagined it.”

“Thank you,” I heard myself say, still panting.

We stayed embraced for a while, catching our breath, before he started the car to take me home. When we said goodbye, he gave me a long kiss full on the mouth: my first kiss, my first time, something I knew I would never forget.

***

What I didn’t know was that my father had seen us from the window. As soon as I crossed the door, he was waiting for me standing in the hall, his expression hardened.

“What exactly were you doing kissing a man almost my age? Who is he?” he asked angrily.

“He’s Renata’s father, my friend. He offered to drive me home,” I answered, nervous.

“That one’s father?” he snapped with a grimace, and from his tone I understood he had already slept with her once. We’re even, I thought.

“I would have liked to be the first man in your life,” he said, and his voice changed completely. “But that guy beat me to it. Anyway.”

I stood frozen. Before I could react, he took me by the arm.

“Now it’s my turn. Come on, let’s go to your room.”

And I, without fully understanding what was happening, let myself be led.

There’s no need to detail everything that happened that morning in my room. I’ll just say that my father had wanted me in silence for a long time, waiting for a moment he never found, until that night.

From then on, Renata’s father offered to take me home every day. We always stopped for a while on some quiet street before he dropped me at the door. And, as if by chance, my father was always awake waiting for me to go up to my room with him shortly after.

Just like that, from one day to the next, without ever having even had a boyfriend, I had become the secret lover of two older men.

***

Maybe because of that strange tension that had settled between my father and me, I noticed that he and my mother started drifting apart. I didn’t know if it was my fault or if something else was going on between them.

The fact was that, one good day, my father had to leave on a trip for a couple of weeks. And that was when my mother started receiving a man at the house.

At first I didn’t give it any importance. I only listened behind the door as my mother moaned, panted, and finished with long sighs I didn’t know from her. It was obvious that man was filling her in a way my father perhaps no longer was.

One afternoon, driven by curiosity, I decided to spy. I opened her bedroom door carefully so as not to make a sound and froze at the scene. My mother, kneeling on the bed, and him behind her, holding her by the hips, thrusting into her without mercy while she writhed and moaned.

It’s not the same to do it as it is to see it. A wave of heat ran through me and, unable to look away, I started touching myself over my clothes. With each movement he came almost all the way out and plunged back in hard, drawing a muffled cry from my mother.

He seemed even bigger than the other two men I’d been with. And, without intending to, I felt a huge urge to have him inside me.

When I tried to react, I realized my mother’s lover was looking at me while I was caressing myself. He just smiled and, without stopping his movements, made a silent gesture, as if asking whether I wanted it.

I ran out of there, mortified, red to my ears. I locked myself in my room and masturbated thinking about that scene, imagining that the woman kneeling on the bed was me.

Then the door opened. It was him, still naked, breathing hard. No words were needed. He knelt in front of me and started kissing me between the legs until I thought I’d lose my mind. I held his head with both hands, burning.

He wanted to get on top of me, but I, out of my mind, turned over and got on all fours. I was dying for that stranger to fuck me exactly the way he had fucked my mother just minutes before.

Without saying anything, he entered in one stroke. Pleasure made me scream, just as I had heard her scream, and then I finally understood why it sounded that way. He took me for a long while, changing pace, until I felt he was about to finish. He came with a deep shudder and I let go almost at the same time, in a pleasure impossible to describe.

“Your mother must be coming out of the bathroom by now, I’d better go,” he said, giving me one last kiss on the mouth that left me wanting more than I was willing to admit.

That’s how, barely three months after my graduation, without ever having had a serious boyfriend, I found myself turned into the secret lover of three older men. And, I confess, I regretted nothing.