I showed up at my best friend’s place wearing my usual baggy hoodie and thick glasses, carrying a stack of comics under one arm. My friend had already passed out drunk in her room after one too many beers, leaving me alone in the living room with her dad. He was forty-five, built like he still lifted weights, and he kept staring at my legs when I kicked off my sneakers.
“You’re always so quiet around here,” he said, pouring himself a whiskey. “What’s a geeky girl like you thinking about?”
I shrugged but felt my face heat up. “Just wondering if you’d ever notice me the way I notice you.”
He set the glass down hard. Two minutes later his hand was under my hoodie, squeezing my tits through my bra while his mouth crushed mine. I dropped to my knees on the carpet without being told. His cock was thick and already half-hard when I pulled it out. I licked the head, tasting salt, then took him deep until my nose pressed against his stomach.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, grabbing my hair. “Suck it like the little nerd slut you are.”
I gagged but kept going, drooling down his shaft while I worked my hand at the base. He pulled me off after a minute, yanked my jeans and panties down in one rough tug, and bent me over the arm of the couch. My glasses fogged up as he spread my ass and rubbed his wet cockhead against my pussy.
“You’re soaked,” he said, then slammed inside with one thrust. I bit the cushion to keep from moaning too loud. He fucked me hard and fast, balls slapping my clit every time he bottomed out. My tits bounced under the hoodie until he reached around and pinched my nipples through the fabric.
“Harder,” I begged. “Use me.”
He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove in deeper. The couch creaked under us. I came first, clenching around his cock so tight he had to slow down. He pulled out, shoved two fingers into my mouth, and told me to taste myself while he jerked off over my glasses. Thick ropes of cum landed on my lenses and cheeks. I licked what I could reach and swallowed.
We didn’t stop there. He carried me to the kitchen, sat me on the counter, and ate my pussy until my thighs shook. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me from behind again, this time slower, making me beg for every inch. I came twice more, once with his fingers on my clit and again when he pulled my hair and called me his dirty little secret.
By the time my friend woke up, I was back on the couch in fresh panties, pretending to read a comic. Her dad walked past, gave me a look that promised round three later, and poured himself coffee like nothing happened. My pussy still throbbed, and I knew I’d be sneaking back to his room the second she left the house again.
