Everything I Know About Sex I Learned From My Best Friend’s Dad


He was the first guy to ever get his cock to that place in the back of my mouth where it can slip into my throat. It was an exhilarating discovery, learning there’s a whole new thing out there to try and do. I was surprised no one had tried this with me before, from what I can gather after the fact it seems very popular with men, but they’re too intimidated to try it in real life, or at least initiate it.

My best friend in college had a lake house about an hour away from our campus. We’d go there a few times a semester with our group of girlfriends and whatever guys we were dating/crushing on at the moment and spend the weekend playing drinking games and daring each other to go skinny dipping. It was a college students dream.

I’d met her dad a few times since I’d known her. I met him the same day I meet her, as he lugged her heavy furniture into our freshman dorm, sweaty and attractive — in a rugged, masculine way. His name was Steve and he bought us burgers later that day, after we’d all finished moving.

“Has anyone ever told you your dad is really hot?” I asked this when we were going to bed that night, figuring a little salacious question asking would bond us (it did). “Ha ha, are you one of those girls? I don’t get the whole “hot dad” thing. They’re just old. I like them young.”

It was the last conversation we had about him, but it definitely wasn’t the last time I thought about him. I always made sure to dress my best when I knew he was stopping by. Little dresses only a college freshman could wear, low cut tank tops and once — when I was especially bored — a sheer white t-shirt with no bra underneath because, “whoops” I had just rolled out of bed.

It was a fun game to play but I didn’t think he ever noticed, or at least he never really acknowledged me until one of those debaucherous weekends when my friend and her dad got their messages crossed and we all ended up at the lake house together. At first it was uncomfortable when we arrived and saw the trucks, Steve was there with his brother and some other men. They had planned a fishing weekend. But, Steve gave us a wink and told us to stay on the lower level and he’d stay out of our way. Everyone felt relieved and told my BFF how lucky she was to have a “cool” dad. But I felt something else when Steve winked at us.

That night, after many, many drinks I found myself wandering out to the dock. Everyone else had passed out, but I was wide awake. I saw Steve approaching me from the windy path down the hill from the cabin, two bottled beers in one hand. He handed one to me wordlessly, searching my eyes for something — the reason I was awake and alone maybe.

We stood there silently until he stepped forward and brushed my hair off my face, “You’re a beautiful girl, Adrienne, don’t think that goes unnoticed.” I blushed, could he tell I was harboring a crush on him? Did he notice the way I jerked slightly at his touch, nervous about my body’s powerful response to it?

“Thanks Steve,” I said, taking a swig of my beer and looking at the moonlight reflecting over the waves. When I dared to make eye contact with him again I realized he hadn’t moved, he was still watching me intently. Did this mean — before I could finish my thought, he was on me, one hand placed very firmly on my lower back the other in my hair as he kissed me. His tongue was in my mouth before I knew what was happening, tracing mine. I got the urge to wrap my legs around him, but there was nowhere to balance on this dock.

“Come up to my bedroom.” It was a request, but it was also a statement, he was sure of my answer.

I giggled when we crossed the threshold and closed the door behind us. It wasn’t just that when he grinned and you could see the wrinkles around his eyes, it wasn’t just the physical attraction. It was his demeanor, it was that he was a real live man, not a flimsy college boy. This was going to be a different kind of hook-up.

“You’re married,” I reminded him, not particularly pleased about remembering this detail myself.

“I can keep a secret,” he said, closing his mouth on mine again, and backing us to the bed.

He removed all my clothing fairly quickly and then he laid on top of me, fully clothed. The rough textures rubbing against my bare skin felt incredible. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he laughed. “I’ve wanted this for a very long time.

I wanted to prove that I was worth it, all this risk. So I reached up and felt him through his pants, staring longingly into his eyes. He pulled his shirt over his head as I unbuckled, unzipped, and released a very healthy looking cock.

I slid off the bed and onto the floor to get a better angle and he stood over me gathering my hair behind my head as I started blowing him. I looked up at him and was rewarded with a face that was most definitely in ecstasy as I took him in my mouth.

He held my head down on his cock while I took him in deeply. This was a move widely hated by every woman I knew, but it was usually performed by dumb frat guys. Steve knew what he was doing, he was looking out for me and making the experience short — just long enough to add a bit of excitement. When he pulled out of me he smiled and leaned down to kiss me. “I knew you’d be very good at this.”

He pulled me up and walked me over to a dresser placed underneath a large window. I could still see the moonlight on the lake as he bent me over it. Was it really just a few moments ago we were nearly strangers on that dock together? I was brought back to reality by Steve spreading my legs further apart and pushing my upper back down until my bare breasts were pressed against its cool surface and I felt him enter me.

“Oh my god…” I could help but moan as he thrusted into me. He shushed me by placing his hand over my mouth for a moment as he picked up speed. My moan was apparently too loud but he was willing to risk the loud sound it made as he slapped my ass over and over, groaning and filling me with his cock. I couldn’t believe how turned on this was making me. I was no virgin but I’d never experienced sex like this — it wasn’t awkward or embarrassing or rushed. I was very aware that I was getting fucked by a Man, not “fooling around” with a boy.

“Are you on birth control?” He asked and when I answered yes he cooed, “good girl.” The sound of that phrase coming out of his mouth sent me over the edge and I felt myself spasming around his cock as I released myself into my orgasm, even enjoying the sensation of a bit of extra liquid rolling down my thigh.

He was still thrusting into me rhythmically, alternating between kneading my breasts and grabbing — and slapping — my ass. I hadn’t had sex last this long before and I loved being able to savor the feeling. “I’m getting close,” he groaned and I tensed my body up, holding my place more firmly so that he could get deeper inside me as he unloaded his semen into me.

“You’re very good at this, but I can tell you’re just a beginner,” He began as we laid in his bed to rest. I laughed, it was true. I had this fantasy about being a girl who gave amazing head and being really good at all the sex stuff, like some kind of femme fatale men couldn’t resist. “I can sense you want to learn though.” I nodded in agreement. I could play out this crush and learn what would drive my next actual boyfriend wild — who wouldn’t want to kill those two birds with one stone?

And so, I began a year-long affair with Steve. We’d sneak away for a weekend when I said I was visiting my parents and meet at the lake house for lessons — how to stimulate differently for a long or a slow blow job, which positions let him get in the deepest while still providing some kind of external stimulation for me, how to prepare for and receive anal, how to lie with my head falling off the edge of the bed and allow him to push his cock into my throat (without choking). Occasionally I just gave him head while he drove me around campus, careful not to drive anywhere too well-lit or populated.

I never told my best friend about the affair, we’d ended it when the luster wore off at the end of the school year. By that point I think we both got what we wanted from the relationship, and had a lifetime’s worth of steamy sex. But every time I visit a cabin or a lake house I can’t help but think of that first night, where he showed me so many possibilities. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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