A few weeks after Nick and I had initiated our first encounter, we had already slept together a handful of times. Sometimes with condoms, sometimes without. It was hard keeping it from his Dad, that’s why we decided to stop using condoms (He found a wrapper once). Every time I slept next to Nick’s Dad I always felt a little bad, knowing I had fucked his son in the bed where we slept, but that would always go away but that feeling of guilt would go away whenever I found myself fucking Nick again. I felt nothing but relaxed and upbeat for days after.
One of our favorite getaways was the pool. The second or third time I fucked him, I found myself doggy style at the edge of the water with my bikini thong down around my ankles and my top dangling half off, his fingers on my clit as he pounded me from behind. I kept telling him after everytime we did it that it should be our last time, but not much later we’d find ourselves fucking each other again at the most unexpected of times.