My names Danielle, I love sex and I have a lot of sexual adventures I want to share, here's another...
This particular story stays with me because I didn't so much plan on it happening but I knew it was going to happen someday. I graduated High school at 16, got my fist apartment at 17 and after a few months there I turned 18.
This was about a week after my 18th birthday. I have a best friend named Morgan. She's been my best friend since kindergarten, literally. We are the type of best friends that stayed at each other's houses over weekends, went through all grades together, had threesomes together, we even at one point fucked our boyfriends at the same time, in the same room while facing each other and then let our boyfriends switch and fuck us. We've been through a lot.
One night she texted me and said that she was going to get dropped off at my apartment which at that point she'd call her dad and he'd pick her up there. I of course said ok and went back to sitting on my couch scrolling in my phone.
About 20 mins later I can hear someone coming up the stairs and then knock on my door. I thought, she got here fast and without looking opened the door.
When I answered the door it was her dad! I've known him for years so he wasn't a stranger to me but I told him I thought Morgan was going to call him once she got to my place. He told me Morgan had called him and that he was actually not far from my apartment and asked if he could wait there instead of driving around waiting for her to get there.
With Morgan, you can't count on her being on time. I invited him in and asked if I could get him anything to drink. Now Morgan's dad is average across the board. He's not ugly but he isn't hot, he's not fat but he's not athletic if you know what I mean. One thing I can say is I have caught him looking me up and down for years now which I never minded but also never said anything about.
So naturally when I bent down in the fridge I knew he'd look so I like to show off the goods lol and tease. My home outfit changes but the style is always the same, I wear a crop top with high booty shorts. I love being checked out. So he got an eye full and he must've been on one because that started him up.
He asked how things were, small chit chat like how my parents and work were and if I was dating anyone. I love to tease so I said No I'm not seeing anyone I'm just having fun right now, doing what I want. I could tell this kept him going and he kept on asking what type of fun I was having.
At this point, this was literally our first adult conversation. I was 18 and we only had ever talked about school and kid things like that, we never even talked much. Looking back I think that fact is what first made me horny.