My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved in. July, in Texas, is hot; the sun lives here, I swear. The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and there she was. Amanda. Wearing shorter shorts than we wear in Cali, a skimpy little tank top that halfway covered her bikini top. She was 14, same age as me. That afternoon she would become my first friend in my new home.
Freshman year breezed by, thanks to Amanda. We played together, studied together, talked about boys together. Our bodies became more developed, filling out our bikinis a bit more nicely. We were both on the volleyball team, skipping cheerleader tryouts, at least for freshman year. Sophomore year was more of the same. Amanda talked me into trying out for cheerleader. We both made it! More studying together and talking about boys, and practicing our cheers. My first kiss, my first real kiss, was with her. It wasn’t a lesbian type kiss or anything. Neither of us had ever kissed a boy, and Amanda had a huge crush on this guy, I don’t remember his name, but he asked her to Spring Fling. She was freaking out.
One night, when I was at her house, she was like, “What do I do?! What if he tries to kiss me, I’ve never kissed anyone ever!” I hadn’t either but I didn’t tell her that. Instead I got closer to her and said, “here, let’s practice.” We kissed. And then we laughed hysterically. And then we tried again. Both of us, wearing white cotton panties and a tee, made out in her bedroom. Looking back, what if her parents would’ve walked in. OMG! She dated this guy for a couple weeks, and that was that. But Spring Fling was fun. We both got our first kisses from guys, and a little more. Second base was gone, for both of us! Neither of us got wrapped up in the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing, but we hung out with these guys a few more times. Then, meh. We just kind of stopped.
Sophomore year ended and summer began. Lots and lots of pool time at Amanda’s house. We were among the oldest in our class, both 16 and would be turning 17 in October. It was this summer that I first noticed Amanda’s dad. And I think, this was when he first noticed me. I caught him checking me out at the pool one day. At first, I thought it was a little creepy, but he was kind of hot, so I guess I didn’t mind. I never told Amanda. I decided to have some fun with it. I got a new bikini, a little more revealing. It was time for a new one anyway, my boobs had outgrown my old one. He was definitely checking me out; all summer long. And I liked it.
Summer ended and junior year started. Amanda and I celebrated our 17th birthdays together with a giant Halloween party at her house! To say our costumes were sexy would be an understatement. I was Little Red Riding Hood and my costume oozed with anything but innocence. Wouldn’t you know, Big Bad Wolf was at the party too. He was tall, super hot, and his costume was amazing. I had no idea who he was, but by the end of the night I knew what his lips tasted like. He pulled me into the library (their house is magnificent), closed the door, and we made out for quite a while. He began to kiss my neck and I didn’t stop him. His mouth went lower and lower, and I leaned back on the mahogany colored leather sofa, arched my back and moaned. His mouth got to the top edge of the red lace that was peeking from my white linen top, and he traced his tongue along the edge. I remember thinking this is it, I am about to be fucked for the first time, at a Halloween party, by the Big Bad Wolf. And I was more than fine with it. In my mind, I was begging for it. I wanted him, whoever ‘him’ was. His paw squeezed my tits through my top, hard. I sighed, heavily, and told him to not stop. He looked at me in the eyes, and said, “I have to,” and that was the end. He kissed me again, long and sweet, and he left the room. I never saw him again.
The next day I told Amanda about it. She said she never saw a big bad wolf. I exclaimed that he was there! She teased me and said it must have been a wet dream. We both laughed, but it wasn’t. So many people were there, she could easily have missed him. Our junior year trudged along, like junior years do I suppose. We were just waiting to finally be at the top of our class, and graduate! And her dad, sigh. We still worked on our cheers at her house, and I caught him watching a few times. Our cheer skirts were fairly short, but of course during performances we had on matching shorts underneath. During practices and games we did–at Amanda’s house, not always. I didn’t mind him watching, checking me out. He had gotten hotter. Or perhaps my sexual desires were getting stronger. Either way, Amanda’s dad was HOT! I wanted him so bad, but he was my best friend’s dad! I think that made it even hotter.
Junior year ended, and the summer went by way too fast. Soon, we would be 18! That summer I kept daydreaming about her dad, and I know he wanted me. I made sure I revealed more than a little when I knew he was watching. I liked being a tease. Senior year started and it was awesome! We owned the school! Amanda was captain of the cheerleading team, and everyone wanted us, and wanted to be us! It was great!
We celebrated our birthdays together again, 18 was special! We went on a cruise, by ourselves. Her parents paid, of course. We could never afford it! So much fun, and so much alcohol. Leaving from Galveston and traveling south into international waters is very good if you’re between 18 and 21. Time to party! And we did. I kept thinking about last year though, where the hell was Big Bad Wolf. It didn’t matter, I lost my virginity on that cruise, and so did Amanda. I had done things before, but never all the way. Amanda only did it once, I let my guy fuck me three times. Each time it got better and better. I loved sex, so much! Why did I wait so long?!
A month later, I went over to Amanda’s. I missed cheer practice because of a dentist’s appointment and wanted to catch up. I walked into her house without ringing the doorbell because I never do. I practically lived there half the time. Down the entryway, I walked, and then I stopped. I heard noises. What was that? Sex noises. Holy fuck, what was going on. I crept slowly down the entry way. The noises got louder, and hotter. Who was that?! I peeked into the living room, no one there. I followed the noises; they were turning me on a little. Through the living room I went, being sneakily quiet, and slowly made my way down the hallway. I felt like a female James Bond in a cheer uniform. I poked my head slowly around the corner and into the library. The same library where Big Bad Wolf made Little Red Riding Hood’s red silk panties soaking wet. There, I saw Amanda’s dad, leaned back in his chair, and watching his giant iMac monitor. The noises were definitely coming from there. He was watching porn! That meant no one was home for sure.
I felt a smile come across my face. I walked into the study, slowly, “Mr. Thompson?” He froze, embarrassed. “I, um, Emily, um, I” he stuttered. He had no idea what to do, or what to say. He was caught, and knew it.
“It’s ok,” I said, “What ya doing?” As if I didn’t know. I walked closer to him and could see that his pants were unbuttoned. I could see the outline of his cock through his boxers, mmm, so hot. I wanted him. I had wanted him for like two years. I was quite sure he fantasized about me. Now, his wife was gone, Amanda was gone. I was 18. He was horny and watching porn. This could be so bad, and so fun! To say I was a little turned on would be an understatement. The blue panties under my cheer skirt were about to be more than wet, and there were no shorts underneath to hide it. “I wanna watch.” I walked around the desk, and…click here to continue.