A few weeks after I fucked Bob, my boyfriend’s father, my boyfriend Eric’s financial situation changed and he ended up moving back in with his father. Their rocky relationship was starting to smooth over a bit, but it also felt like I helped the two of them get along better. Or, maybe that’s just what I tell myself to feel better about what happened.
After Eric moved back in with his dad, I was over at their place a lot since I was still living at home with my parents and Eric and I were typical 18 year olds who were fucking pretty much every day, sometimes multiple times in a day, and there was a lot more freedom to do so at his dad’s place. Bob didn’t really make any moves on me during that time. He was friendly, even a bit affectionate, but it was at the point where I was starting to wonder if I had imagined the night he made love to me. That is, until the day it happened again.