The party was okay, but Cindy was bored anyway. It wasn't her friend Katie's fault- Cindy just wasn't into sleeping on the floor, playing games like truth or dare, and talking about the same thing she was required to talk about all day at school: boys, boys, boys. She quickly excused herself to the bathroom for probably the 3rd time since she arrived at the house a few hours earlier. Cindy felt relieved that she had avoided these parties for eighteen years now that she had experienced their dreadfulness.
The house was beautiful. Cindy stopped to look at a group of family photos carefully arranged on the wall. She saw who must have been Katie's mother; Cindy had met Katie's mother once but she was young and hadn't been able to remember the blonde woman's face. Cindy didn't know quite what had happened, but from overhearing her own mother on the phone she knew that the story revolved loosely around Katie's mom running off with another man and giving up her husband and children.
They looked happy in the pictures; the three daughters with their mother and their handsome father. He hadn't changed much since this picture was taken some ten years ago; same scruffy but neat face and dark hair on a tall, well-built man. He had grayed some around the edges, but in Cindy's opinion this only added to his looks. He had answered the door earlier and was quick to make sure that all the girls had everything they needed before disappearing to his own room and leaving them to their party. Cindy secretly wished that he had stuck around.
In the bathroom Cindy stared at herself in the mirror- her long red hair had been in a braid for the sleepover but Cindy felt the urge to let it down now. It tumbled loosely around her shoulders. She thought herself quite picturesque with her pale freckled skin, green eyes and red lips, all framed by her wavy red hair. If only Katie's dad had seen her like this.
She didn't know if she was crazy or not but she really felt like he smiled at her differently than he did to the other girls. Well, why shouldn't he? Cindy was tall and, although she was a late bloomer, her perky C-cups and wide hips were very popular among the boys at school. The problem was that she couldn't care less about the boys at school; they were only boys. Cindy was saving herself for a man... someone who would know what to do with her, Cindy needed that because she knew nothing.
On her way back to the living room Cindy took a detour; she felt the urge to go by Mr. Parker's room. She felt crazy... what was going to come from walking by his room? 'Nothing' Cindy told herself, but she went anyway.
As she neared his room she started to hear muffled noises, panting interspersed with light moans. Was that really happening? Was Cindy really hearing this? Mr. Parker, the recent object of Cindy's innocent girl fantasies, was pleasuring himself and Cindy was a witness? Cindy felt possessed as she knocked on his door. What was she doing? This was crazy!
There was silence, and then rummaging... "One minute," gasped a surprised and embarrassed Mr. Parker.
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James opened the door, expecting to see his daughter Katie... instead he was presented with Cindy.
He had just been pleasuring himself to this underage friend of his daughter's.
Trying to collect himself James stammered, "Uh, um, Cindy... Hi. Is there anything you need sweetie?"
She just stared, and that's when James really looked at her- her wide eyes, deep breathing, and parted lips. Had she heard him? What was happening? His eyes slipped down, almost of their own accord and he saw her hardened nipples under her night shirt.
Oh no. James felt his cock reharden in his boxers. His boxers, the only thing he was wearing... shit.
