Editor's note: this work contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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A week ago something happened which I just can't keep to myself, and I just have to tell someone about it. My daughter Jennifer had her friend, Julie, staying at our house for some of the summer vacation. Normally it is just Jen and me in the house because I was divorced five years ago, and I got sole custody of my daughter. This is because her mother is an alcoholic and was judged not fit to bring her up. We have often had Jen's friends stay over and I welcomed it because with just me in the house Jen needed companions of a similar age.
Jen and Julie are in their first year at university. Julie is a very attractive young lady and I enjoyed taking sneaky peeks at her. She is average in height, and very slim, and because it was the summer she often wore extremely small shorts that showed off a very nice pair of legs. She is blonde, with shoulder length hair which she liked to wear in a ponytail. Her face was very cute, somewhat elfish, and her upturned nose was most endearing. But what was particularly attractive about Julie were her breasts. I am not a fan of large breasts and much prefer an A cup size. What turns me on the most is when the breast is 'pointy', with a conical tip. A spherical breast is not nearly so alluring. Julie seemed to be perfect, and from what I could judge her breasts seemed to suit my ideal. I tried not to ogle her, but I often delighted in seeing a flash of her breasts if she bent over - the tops she wore were often loose and somewhat revealing.
Anyway, last weekend the girls were invited to a party at a friend's house and I drove them over, and picked up some beers and a Chinese take-away on the way back home. I intended to settle down to a pleasant evening of watching TV - being able to choose the channels to suit myself for a change was great. A few hours went by and the beers were making me pleasantly mellow, when I was surprised to hear a car pulling up outside. I muttered a few choice curses at the interruption and went to the door but before I could get there it opened and Jen and a boy came in, half carrying a very limp Julie.
"I'm sorry, Dad," Jen said, "Julie seems to have had too much to drink. We didn't notice her drinking that much but she is completely piss... I am mean out of it!"
I helped Jen and the boy take Julie through to the living room and together we got her onto the sofa. She was giggling and pushing us away, and trying to stand up, and it was clear that she was very drunk.
"Has she been sick?" I asked and they told me that they thought she might have been ill in the toilet at the party but weren't sure. I decided that coffee was what was required and we managed to get her to drink a cup of almost black coffee and it seemed to be having the required effect. The giggling stopped and Julie looked as if she just needed a good night's sleep.
"Let's get her upstairs," I suggested and Jen and I coaxed her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Julie flopped onto the bed and Jen took off her shoes and made her comfortable, covering her with a blanket. We left her and went back downstairs.
"Dad, do you mind if Richard and I go back to the party?" Jen asked. "She seems OK now."
"Well I wasn't thinking I would have to baby-sit tonight!" I retorted. Jen could see I was annoyed, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, go on, please? It was a really good party. She'll be OK, she just needs to sleep."
My daughter always knows how to wrap me round her little finger. I could see the quiet evening in front of the TV vanishing fast.
"What if she is sick?" I asked, "I don't feel like sorting that out!"
" I don't think she will, it's been half an hour or more, she looks fine."
With that I got another kiss on the cheek and Jen and Richard disappeared through the door. I stood in the hallway a moment, thinking oh great, they zoom off to a great party and I end up looking after a drunk teenager!
I checked on Julie and she seemed to be sleeping soundly so I went back to watching the TV and poured myself another beer. I had hardly swigged a drop when I heard Julie moving about upstairs. I say moving, but from the sound of it she seemed to be colliding with every door and wall! I shot upstairs to find her groping along a wall in the passage way. She saw me and the giggling started again.
"I need the loo!" she said and started sliding down the wall. Oh great! She would probably throw up all over the carpet! I caught her before she was horizontal and dragged her to the bathroom. I tried to get her to lean over the toilet but she started giggling again.
"I don't want to be sick - I need to pee!"