[M]y dad’s best [f]riend takes my virginity and teaches me everything I know about sex (Part 1).

I was cleaning out my stuff the other day and found a diary I used from ages 9 to my 19th birthday. While reading it, just like everyone else, I had my fair share of laughs – god, I was an embarrassing kid. I would talk about my classmates like they were demons and boys my age like they were venom and cartoons like they were heaven-sent.

My first ever real crush was my dad's best friend, Mel. My diary (and my ten year old self) pretty much described Mel as the kindest, most attractive guy I'd ever met. As the years passed, of course, I really got to know Mel. Mel was twenty-two years older than me, was Mario Lopez cute, wrote for the local paper, and he met my dad when he was in his freshman year of university and dad was in his second year of writing his thesis for his master's degree. Don't ask me how they became friends – they just were.

I lost my virginity to him when I was 18. We did it in his place, and I remember coming home the next day and scribbling down everything that happened so I wouldn't forget it. Every time I went over to Mel's place after that, he and I would do something, and 18 year old me would touch herself while remembering all the things he'd done.

Since my parents were always out of town, Mel's apartment was pretty much my second home. I'd go there whenever I wanted a change of scenery, whenever I wanted someone else to cook, whenever I just needed some company. And if I wanted to see some embarrassing photos of my dad when he was younger.

In my junior year, it started to rain pretty hard one day. I couldn't walk home with that weather. Home was relatively far from school. Since Mel lived pretty close to my high school I decided to just run for it. He gave me a key to his apartment when I was thirteen and dad was sent abroad for work. By the time I got there, I was soaked through and already sneezing. God forgive me for leaving building's floor wet. Mel was working on a story he'd got on a political candidate when I entered.

Don't think it was one of those usual "hot girl comes in with a wet white shirt and black bra then they end up fucking" scenarios. For one thing, I wasn't wearing a white shirt. I was lazy to get dressed for school and just decided to go to school in a huge-ass Nyan cat sweatshirt (I don't know why I owned that either) and a pair of jeans. Mel did end up asking me why I looked like a train wreck while laughing, then made me a cup of coffee.

He disappeared into his bedroom and came out with a towel and some of his clothes. He told me to shower, and so I did. Mel stayed in the living room, typing away on his laptop, working on his story and left his room to me.

I'd decided to leave his clothes on the bed while I showered. I came out of the shower, towelled myself off, came into the bedroom, and Mel was in there.

Three things made that situation awkward: 1) The towel wasn't around my body or anything, I was just holding it. It wasn't covering my boobs, my pubes, any part of my front. 2) Mel was holding on to my old underwear. Not my old clothes, just my old underwear. 3) There was a particularly large bulge in the front of Mel's pants.

We just stood there for awhile. It took some time for it to took in that I was standing naked in front of a forty year old man with stiff nipples and water still dropping off my body from a hot shower. As soon as I realized it I covered myself up with the towel, ran back inside the bathroom, and locked the door.

I was trapped inside the bathroom of a middle aged man with no clothes aside from a towel. Fuck.

Mel knocked on the door. "Sweetie? It's okay for you to come out."

"Gimme the clothes!"

"Why?"

Are you fucking stupid?! "Please just give me the clothes!"

"Sweetie, you're beautiful, you don't need the – "

"It's embarrassing!"

"I'm fucking turned on by the sight of you so please just come out so I can look at you. Please."

I opened the door. Mel was standing there, his dick still straining against his pants, mouth slightly parted, just looking at me. I looked at him. We just stared at each other.

His hand shook when he reached out and ran his fingers through the tangles in my hair. "You're so beautiful." He was looking me up and down and up and down. His other hand went to my waist, playing with my skin, sending shivers up my spine. He leaned in closer, close enough for me to feel his breath. "Can I…?"

I didn't know what he was about to do, but I knew what he wanted to do. And I nodded.

We kissed. He kissed me like my lips were fragile and he didn't want me to break. His hands were always shaking – he was so unsure of what he was doing I could feel it.

I reached up and held onto his shoulders. Mel was tense. He was tense and nervous and maybe he could feel how nervous I was too.

His lips moved down my chin, towards my neck, licking and biting and sucking and just breathing against me. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and his free hand squeezed my bare ass. My breath hitched. He picked me up and carried me over to his bed.

We lay down together, him still fully clothed, me fully naked, just kissing. He kissed my throat, my chest, my breasts. I'd never had anyone touch me like that before. He whispered compliments onto me, calling me beautiful, wonderful, amazing, gorgeous. He nibbled on my skin. He sucked and licked on my nipples. He kissed every bit of skin on my tits and moved down to my belly, to my belly button, and looked up at me when he reached my clenched legs.

I opened them. He sat on his legs and lifted up my hips, nibbling on my thighs, digging his face into my pussy. Mel's tongue was all over my clit, all over my lips, going in and out of me while I squirmed and writhed and cried out for him. He knew what he was doing. Mel squeezed a finger inside of me and I felt him laughing.

"You're so tight, baby, just relax."

"That's harder than you think!"

"So am I, now relax." He kissed my clit gently and I attempted to calm down. "You're so wet, sweetie." He put another finger in, moving slowly at first, still kissing and sucking on my clit like I was glass he didn't want to break. All of a sudden he went faster. Faster and faster and harder on my pussy. "Can you hear that, baby? You're so fucking wet." I was squirming. My nails dug into his bed and I wanted to cry out loud. "Cum for me sweetie, it's okay, fucking cum for me."

Eighteen year old me didn't know what it meant to cum, but I guess I did it right when everything started to feel so good and Mel kissed me down there. He took off his shirt, unzipped his pants, and took out his cock from his boxers.

I'd never seen a cock in real life before. Mel picked me up, sat me down on his lap in front of it, and kissed me.

"I'll be gentle sweetie, I promise, just relax and it won't hurt so much."

He positioned himself at my entrance and slowly pushed it in to me. He was filling me up – he felt too big for my tight pussy at the time, stretching me and taking up every inch of my insides, but losing my virginity didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.

There was pain, but it was the kind of pain you wanted more of.

Mel filled me up. I was sitting on his lap, facing him, him inside me. We kissed. I tasted myself on his tongue, on his lips. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks and he groaned and growled when he started to move. He was slow at first, taking his time with me, listening to me groan and gasp, and almost smiling. Then he sped up. He sped up and fucked me and slapped my ass hard enough for me to yelp. He lay down on his back and I was riding on him, moving on top of him and feeling his balls slap against my pussy lips. He rolled us over so I was on my back. The closer I was to cumming, the better it felt. When he was close, he pulled his cock out and shoved it into my mouth. He came inside my mouth and asked me to swallow – so I did.

I lost my virginity to Mel that day. I was eighteen, he was forty. I'd be coming back to his apartment every day for three months.

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