[M]y dad’s best [f]riend takes my virginity and teaches me everything I know about sex (Part 2).

NOTE: Most of the things I have here are pretty much just things I'm taking straight out of that old diary I have here – I don't remember everything I was feeling or everything I was thinking, especially since this was a little bit over a year ago. :) (I'm still laughing at myself though HAHAH I was embarrassing)

I didn't talk to Mel for three days after he took my virginity, and for multiple reasons:

1) What the fuck was I thinking? I had every right to say no and not open that door and not even respond to anything he was doing. I had every right to scream, to shout, and to fight back – but I didn't. (I'd honestly written #regret. I know, I'm embarrassing).

2) He was my dad's best friend. Holy shit, he was my dad's best friend and I'd done it with him and my dad would kill us both if he found out.

3) I didn't know if he had any STDs and if he'd given me one I would have fucking died of embarrassment.

4) What if I looked desperate or clingy or needy? Sure, I thought about it a lot, not exactly finding it hot yet – more of disturbing and creepy, actually – but I didn't want him to know that.

5) I enjoyed it. Dear god, I enjoyed it. Mel couldn't know that, either.

6) If I was fucking pregnant, Mel had to fix it.

Mel did try calling me every day and the night right after I'd gone home. He'd left me these voice messages trying to apologise and explain himself and asking if we could meet up. I didn't answer any of them.

That weekend, Mel called again. I was in the middle of doing some homework, three projects, and two papers simultaneously. Of course, as your usual high school student, instead of wanting to deal with my problems I ended up picking up the phone, throwing myself onto my bed, and answering.

"Sofie?" Mel actually sounded frantic. "Sofie? Thank god – you finally picked up. I've been trying to call you all week. What happened?"

You fucking took my virginity, that's what happened, asshole! "I was busy with a lot of homework. Sorry."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Not exactly. I've reached the point of being so stressed about my GPA I'm calm as fuck now."

"So you aren't doing anything?"

"No, not right now. Why?"

"I just want to talk to you about what happened between us. I know I – I know I shouldn't have done that to you and you should have done it with someone you loved, and I'm sorry. Do you think you can forgive me?"

"Mel – "

"I did something wrong and didn't even ask for your permission, I must have looked like some sort of pervert! Your father and I have been friends for a long while now and he knows how I get sometimes, but I shouldn't have done that sort of thing to you. You're his daughter for Christ sake!"

"Look, it's – "

"I don't know how many times I can say sorry. I just got screened for any and all STD's I might have and don't worry – I'm clean, you don't have any, and if you're worried about being pregnant, I promise to take full responsibility for it and take you to a clinic if you need to – "

"Mel! It's fine! It's alright, okay?" I was almost laughing at this point. He was scared and panicking, but he did ease my nerves a bit. I was making a forty year old panic like hell and laughing my ass off for it. "It's cool. Don't worry. I actually didn't think you were the type to care this much."

"How could I not care? I've known you since you were a little girl and seeing you grow up and then fucking you like I did was just – god, I don't think I can forgive myself."

"Mel, you've probably fucked more girls than I have fingers – "

"Fingers and toes, sweetie." I heard him laughing on the other end of the line. "But that isn't important."

"Right, right, fingers and toes, so why should you care about being my first time?"

"Sofie, I've known you since you were a little girl. I've watched you grow up into the looker you are now and I can't just leave you without anything on my conscience. It's different when I actually care about the person."

"It was fun, though."

Fuck.

Eighteen year old me was stupid. Actually, present-day me is still stupid, and I still make stupid decisions, but I was supposed to keep that secret under lock and key for the rest of my life.

Mel was quiet for awhile on the other end. His breath hitched, then he said, "You enjoyed it?"

No turning back now. "Yeah, I did."

"Me too." I could pretty much hear him smiling. "You're beautiful, by the way."

"I thought I looked like a train wreck."

"That was while you were wearing that weird cat sweater – but train wrecks can be beautiful. You certainly are. Whoever you end up with…he's a lucky guy."

"He'll be wondering where the fuck my virginity went."

"I'd comment on that being low but there's absolutely nothing wrong with not being a virgin, sweetie. To be honest I find it kind of funny how we turn what's between someone's legs into such a priority, we start to forget about the content of their heads or their hearts."

Fuck, he knew what to say.

"Either way," Mel continued. "He's…he's a lucky guy. He'd get to have you. You'd be the most beautiful girl he'll ever know. You'd talk about days together and he better fucking let you lay on top of him and massage your back if you had a particularly rough one."

"My back's ticklish, I might end up killing him if he crosses the thin line between massaging and tickling."

"Your dad used to tell me stories of how you'd run around with your underwear as a mask wearing absolutely nothing. He actually carried around a picture of you doing that in his wallet and always showed it off to me whenever we'd go out for coffee."

I groaned. "That's embarrassing."

"To think I'd be hoping I could force my cock into that cute little ass of yours now that you're older."

I was silent, and he was silent.

"Sofie, have you ever touched yourself before?"

Believe it or not, I didn't know what it meant to 'touch yourself' until I was 18. I tried my best to stay away from those kinds of thoughts the older I got. Which is another reason why I was embarrassing, since I said, "Don't you need to touch yourself in the shower? Like, if you're putting soap on the rest of you? The soap isn't going to magically float on and rub itself on you. That's just fucking crazy."

Mel laughed at me. "No, no, not like that, sweetie. Can I ask you what you're wearing?"

"Honestly?" Well, fuck. "Pink robo sweats and a PB&J t-shirt."

"Is your wardrobe always so colorful?" He laughed again. "You didn't get to orgasm last time, did you?"

"I don't think so – I've never actually experienced it before."

"But do you know what it's like when you're close."

"I think I was close last time."

"Are you willing to try something new with me today?"

I should've said no. Hell, any sensible person would have said no. Apparently 18 year old me wasn't very sensible.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Just do what I tell you to."

"Okay, I guess."

"Take your pants off."

"What?"

"You heard me – take your pants off."

I kept my phone against my ear when I started taking them off. Mel was breathing heavily on the other end of the line. My hands were shaking when I took them off. The skin on my butt tingled.

"Done," I told him.

"Run your fingers in between your legs, over your panties."

My hands shook when I did it. I ran it over my lips, over my underwear, feeling my toes curl and my hips buck of their own accord. What the fuck was that?

"How does it feel?" Mel asked.

"Good," I told him.

"Now move your panties aside and run your fingers up and down your slit. Remember – gently."

"Okay." I didn't know how to stop shaking, dammit. My toes were curling and my breath was hitching and when my fingers touched in between my legs, I didn't want to be in the situation I was in – but I wanted it at the same time.

"Good?"

"Different."

"Now spread your lips apart. Are you wet?"

"Yes."

"Perfect." He started laughing again. "Your dad would kill me for telling you this – do you feel that small little lump near the very top?"

"I know what it's called!"

"Okay, okay. Rub one side of it – gently. Barely touch it. Small strokes. Tell me if you start to feel something."

I did. I started to rub – gently, just like he told me to, treating it like it would break. My body tensed up. I was getting warmer and warmer and the area between my legs was getting wetter and wetter. The more I played with my clit, the more I couldn't help but buck my hips and grind myself into my bed. I was barely touching it for chrissake.

"Mel…"

"Good?"

"Yes."

"Hold your breath for three seconds when I say so."

"Why?"

"Trust me, sweetie. Don't stop rubbing. I'll do the counting. Go."

I sucked my breath in. The feeling intensified and I was writhing on the bed by the time Mel said that one second had passed, rolling over onto my stomach in the next, and finally when he said three seconds were over, I nearly cried out when I was able to breathe.

"Just keep touching the same spot – don't move around or in circles or anything. Just that."

"But I can't – "

"But you have to. Just keep going, Sofie."

"But – "

"If you touch everything else you'll ruin the progress you've made. Hold your breath whenever you want to."

I buried my face in my pillow and bit down. How could anyone handle this? Every part of me was shaking and I could barely hold the phone against my ear. I could feel wetness getting onto my fingers and my entire body getting tighter and tighter just from touching that one point.

My thighs quivered, and just like that I went lightheaded. Tingles ran up and down my body, my breath was light, I was seeing stars. I collapsed on my bed, pretty much a breathing noodle.

"I'm guessing you had your fun."

"Yes."

"Good. Now come outside and fuck me."

"Huh?"

It was a struggle, but I got up, off my bed, pulled my sweats on and went downstairs. I was sure I looked like a mess when I opened the door, but Mel's car was parked outside. I saw him end the call on his phone and he stepped onto our front lawn then smiled at me.

Mel walked inside and gave me what must have been the biggest, warmest hug I'd ever had. He ran his fingers through my hair and my face was buried in his chest. "Such a good girl."

Mel tipped my face up and then we were kissing. This time, I was completely willing to do it.

I was still pretty tired from what I'd done and Mel probably knew that. He picked me up and we walked into the living room. We lay down on the couch, just kissing each other, before he started to take my sweats off. I helped him out and soon enough he was grabbing and squeezing my ass while I moaned into his mouth. I was grinding into his crotch and I didn't really give much of a shit about it. He was getting harder and harder and I was getting wetter and wetter.

He sat up and leaned on the arm rest, with me still on his chest. Mel took my panties off and undid his fly. His cock nearly sprang out and I'd never really noticed how big it was before. Eight, maybe nine inches?

He didn't really give me much time to oggle at it – he took a condom out of his pocket and slid it on. Mel lifted my hips up and I sank down onto him. He filled me up and moved, slowly, gently, and he never stopped kissing me. His stubble scratched my face and his fingers dug into my ass, squeezing, groping.

Mel's pace quickened and I could feel my boobs bouncing as I rode him. His balls slapped against me every time. He groaned and I groaned and all I could hear was the sound of his balls hitting my wet cunt, both of our breathing, and the moans going up the back of my throat. I was fucking my dad's best friend – and I loved it.

"I'm not going to cum until you do, sweetie." Mel was shaking. "So you better hurry up and cum for me." He reached down and just barely tapped on my clit – and I was shaking again, tightening again, feeling that newly familiar lightness again. Mel kissed me and I felt him tense. His fingers dug into my ass and I was sure he was going to leave his nail marks – but that was okay.

Mel stayed over that afternoon. He promised to make it up to me for the first time we did it and ended up treating me for pizza while I studied and he worked on one of his projects.

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