‘You’re a beautiful young lady.’
Roger beamed, stepping forward to give me a kiss on the cheek. The gesture was swift but for a moment, he was way too close to me. To the point where I could feel the brush of his semi erect penis, resting against my thigh, through my thin summer dress.
It was inappropriate and I was left biting my lip, feeling incredibly awkward. When he pulled away, I could feel his saliva coating my skin. I resisted the urge to wipe my cheek, concealing my feelings of disgust behind a polite smile as I stood on the doorstep beside my new boyfriend, Chris. We were visiting his parents at their country house.
Well, *parent.*
‘My parents got divorced five years ago.’
Chris had explained earlier that day, in the long drive over. We were staying the weekend. I had only been dating Chris for a couple of months before he suggested meeting his dad. I had butterflies in my tummy when he had asked me. Most guys would balk at the idea of taking a girl home to meet the parents so soon. I took it as a sign that he was serious about me.