I (F, 19 or 20 at the time) was getting to know a guy I met at school and we had decided to hook up. He said his place would be good to meet cause he had it to himself that night, it was just him and his dad that lived there. I get there, we talk, we flirt, we drink, he drinks a lot. We get up to his room and he’s kind of a mess. Uncoordinated and not making much sense and not really doing anything but wildly grabbing at me. We fuck for a little bit but I don’t even think he came, he just pulled away from me and laid back and passed out.
I wasn’t nearly as far gone as he was so I was like, what to do now? Step one was browse the kitchen for a drink or food or something. I still had my bra on and just put panties back on. Good enough for an empty house I figured. Except while my head is in the fridge his dad comes into the kitchen.
For like half a second i panicked but I was tired, a little drunk, frustrated, and still horny so right away i was just like, whatever, it’s fine. He was cool about it and we chatted for a bit and I ended up telling him exactly why i was there and what happened and he thought it was really funny. We talked a bit more and he invited me up to his room. I had no other plans so why not? I went up with him to his room, we had a few drinks together and fucked and it was exactly what I needed after the letdown earlier. I hung out with him for a bit, collected my stuff from his son’s room, and walked home.
A few days later, the dad texts me and tells me he’d like me to come over again. I told him I was already planning on giving his son another chance but if it didn’t work out again I’ll be right over. The second chance comes and it’s better, but he got too drunk again and it was kind of a letdown. Not bad but over too soon. It was a while longer before he fell asleep/passed out but when he did I was still ready to go. So I went downstairs to find his dad in the living room.
He was happy to see me come down. He got us some drinks and we chatted for a bit and had a good fuck there in the living room and he drove me home. I stopped bother wit the son but I did meet the dad 5 or 6 more times when we could be alone before we broke it off. It was fun but I was over it, and he was started to get serious with an actual relationship so we just parted ways happily, except for one night i was making bad decisions and sent him a nude but that was fine.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/um8m6r/fm_not_my_proudest_moment_but_it_was_some_trashy
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