“Could you please wear a bra when my dads around?” Tara asked. The question wasn’t directed at me, of course. I’m the conservative one. The innocent one. No, the question was directed at Claire.
“Why?” the blonde girl asked. We all know she knew why. Standing 5’7″, with a naturally slim build and shoulder length platinum-blonde hair framing her pretty face, her E cup boobs look almost too big on her. Even as she feigned innocence, I could see her sheer white tank top straining to contain them, her nipples outlined where they poked at the fabric. “Your dad wouldn’t look anyway, he’s not some creeper.”
It was a conversation they had every single weekend. It was a tradition. Every saturday, Claire and I would stay at Taras house. We’d go shopping, take a dip in the pool, watch a movie, play board games, or maybe find something new to do. But every time, after dinner, we’d get changed for bed. Tara and I would put on pajamas. Claire would put on something thin with no bra that showed off her assets, and Tara would ask her to cover up next time. It had been this way since her impressive boobs had started to grow a few years ago. This time Tara seemed too tired to argue. She just sat on the bed, shooting a withering stare towards Claire.
My two best friends are opposites in many ways – Tara is tanned where Claire is pale. She’s toned from running track where Claire has the softer look of a girl who doesn’t need to exercise to maintain her figure. The tanned athlete tops off her good looks with curly, jet black hair and perky C cup boobs rather than Claires straight platinum blonde and huge boobs. They’re both beautiful, and I’m insanely jealous of them.
I always feel like the ugly duckling next to them. A natural ginger, my hair is a waist length mess of wavy red. My skin is pale, with freckles scattered across a soft round face that people always say makes me look like a ‘pretty little girl’. I get called “cute”. I don’t take that as a compliment. I want to be hot. I wish men would want me, not treat me like a child. Even my body is not as nice as theirs. I’m thankful for my flat tummy and thin waist, but my thighs are thicker than theirs, my butt is bigger, my hips are wider. I’m in good shape from years of playing football – soccer, as you might call it – but I can’t help but envy my two best friends. Even my boobs are smaller, pointy little b-cups that make me feel like a failure. These girls have bodies to show off, and that they do, knowing full well that their bodies will always be admired. Meanwhile I hide my body. I always wear thick hoodies or shapeless sweaters. I’d rather just look bad than to try my hardest and still be outclassed by my friends. It doesn’t help that I’m also shy, quiet and introverted, either. I’d rather be reading or playing videogames than going out to parties. When they do drag me out I usually hide in a corner while they dance and get all the attention.
It’s not that I don’t want attention. I wish I had their confidence, especially with Claire always showing off to Theo. He’s Taras dad. Although he’s three times my age I’ve had a crush on him for years. His square jaw, wide shoulders and long, thick black hair are to die for. He’s fit, too, a muscular bull of a man with a the chiseled body of a greek god, thick biceps and a strong chest I always wanted to touch, with lightly tanned skin and a thick mane of wavy black hair that hangs down past his broad shoulders and flows around his thick neck. Although I’d deny any interest if I were asked, he’s given me thoughts I’d be ashamed to admit.
On top of all that, he’s an amazing chef. On that night he’d cooked his delicious greek style lemon chicken, and made an amazing rich cheesecake for dessert. He’d said he was trying a new recipe, and it was delicious. I still felt terrible though – Id been so full that I had given most of mine to Claire and Tara.
It had been a big day, so it was no surprise that we decided to sleep early. As we said our goodnights, I didn’t think much of it.
I didn’t know what time it was when I woke up. From my place on the fold out futon I shared with Claire, I could feel myself lying on my side, my back pressed against the wall. A crack of light had appeared at the bedroom door past the slumbering shape of Claire, but my eyes were so heavy…
“Girls!” came Theo’s hushed whisper from the doorway, rousing me from sleep once more. I opened my eyes just a crack, and could see the handsome older man standing in the doorway. It was open all the way now, and there was enough light to make everything visible – including Theo, who stood shirtless in the doorway. It wasn’t the first time he’d checked on us in the night, and I’d admired his muscular body more times than I would ever admit, but this was somehow different. His tone was different. Dangerous. It was the type of tone I’d imagined him using as he took me, in my wildest fantasies. I squeezed my thighs together and kept my eyes open only a crack as he crept further into the room towards his daughters bed and gently shook her by the arm. “Tara, are you awake?”
She didn’t respond, and he stood once more. I was expecting him to go, but instead he moved towards the futon. What on earth was he doing? I knew I was in the darkest corner, but still I pretended to be asleep. As he moved closer, I noticed he was wearing only a pair of thin boxer shorts. He leaned down over Claire, his large hand on her shoulder, and shook her as he had Tara, gently calling her name.
As my mind moved back and forth between tiredness and this unexplained excitement, I found myself wondering why they didn’t wake up. But as he moved around the futon and leaned over to give me a quick shake and call my name, I too stayed silent. Not because I was alseep, but because the feeling of his large, calloused hand and his voice calling my name in the dead of night bought thoughts I’d rather not face, and a tingle to my loins.
He straightened, moving back towards Claire, then paused. He cleared his throat, and in a clear, strong voice, barked “Girls!”
I would have jumped if he hadn’t cleared his throat first. He looked at each of us, then reached for the lamp on the shelf above the futon and turned it on. Bright light flooded the room, and I squeezed my eyes shut. The light seemed to dim a moment later, and I opened my eyes just a crack to see that he had turned the lamp, moving it so that it pointed directly at Claire. She lay still at the edge of the bed, her large chest rising and falling with the stay breaths of a deep sleep. But my eyes were on Theo. He towered over her, his broad and muscled body appearing to gleam in the light, his eyes shining with a predatory look that I had never seen on him. It excited me, and felt the heat growing between my legs. I wanted to touch myself. But more than that, I wanted HIM to touch me. But as usual, I was ignored. His gaze was fixed upon Claire.
As my eyes wandered his body, I had to catch my breath as I noticed something completely new. He wore thin black boxer shorts, and beneath then I could see a huge bulge, sticking out just inches from my sleeping friends face. She was completely oblivious, still sound asleep, lying unconscious on her back. He stepped closer to her, his bulge now almost touching her. One hand reached down and I watched, wide eyed, as he began to stroke her large breasts, gently pinching her nipples through the fabric of her sheer white top.
I knew it was wrong. Everything I’d ever seen or heard told me that I should be terrified. Disgusted. My friend was fast asleep, not three feet away, while the father of another friend – a man I had known since childhood – molested her in her sleep. But all I felt was arousal… and jealousy. You see, it’s true that everyone I knew saw me as the innocent one, uninterested in sex. But they didn’t know my thoughts. Nobody knew that I fantasized about sex, or that my disinterest in boys was only because I was so interested in older men. And nobody ever would have guessed my secret fantasy of being molested, even raped.
So I guess most girls would have found this challenging for different reasons. My eyes were open just a crack, but I could see him reaching down with his other hand now, pulling her top up. His hand slid along the pale skin of her flat stomach, stopping as he reached her large breasts. Most girls might have been scared, and struggled to resist the urge to scream, or to cry. But as he pulled the top further, Claires large breasts spilling out of her too-small shirt, I instead struggled with my own jealousy. I wanted to be his target. His victim. I wanted to beg him to touch me as he now touched her. But I couldn’t. I was terrified of what he would think, that he would be angry at me for being awake, or – even worse – that he would simply reject me, that he would not want me to watch.
While his left hand continued to squeeze the flesh of her huge boobs, his right reached down to his shorts. He reached into his shorts, and then pushed them down, and his organ sprang free. I squeezed my legs together, my mouth opening slightly as his thick, veiny cock was revealed. Maybe it was the lighting. Maybe it was the excitement. Maybe it was simply because I’d never seen a grown mans dick in person before, but it looked huge. Not cartoonishly huge, but far bigger than I’d expected, a thick, heavy chunk of meat that seemed far too big for the hand that held it. The big, bulbous purple tip glistened in the light, and even through my half closed eyes I could see the thick pulsing veins that covered the broad shaft, giving it a mean and dangerous look, like something that existed only to dominate. I squeezed my thighs together, transfixed as I felt excitement coursing through my body. I’m sure my face must have been flushed red, but still he paid no attention to me.
He held it in one hand, and slowly lowered it until it rested on Claires face. His other hand squeezed her breasts on more time before moving up to her chin, and he pushed his cock against her lips. He shoved it closer, his free hand holding her dainty chin and moving her mouth apart. I heard a groan as Claires mouth opened around him, the tip of his organ disappearing between her lips. He pushed in further, forcing her mouth wide, until the sleeping girl made a soft choking sound. Then he pulled back, his glorious cock glistening with her saliva. He began rocking back and forth, one hand going back to fondle and grope her larger breasts while the other cradled her face. The motion was almost hypnotic, a smooth rocking of his hips, his thick shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, just a few inches of the thick organ sliding in and out between her lips as the rest of his length lay torturously untouched. The soft cushions of the futon moved in time with his movement, and I felt as though I was part of it. Theo had his head back now, his eyes closed as his thrusting slowly became faster.
Claire was making sounds now, and yet she still showed no signs of waking. A wet squelching sound came from her mouth, and the occasional gagging sound as his thick veiny cock thrust in and out of her mouth. I briefly worried that he would choke her, but noticed he was still only using the tip of his cock.
He groaned loudly, and thrust himself deeper. Claire gagged as he held himself in her. Theo twitched, letting out one last loud groan as he pulled out of my sleeping friends mouth until his twitching cock was pulled free. A glob of thick cum spurted forth, landing on her cheek. Another followed, then another. He tried to catch it with his hand but a thick glob of it escaped to land on her face, and a few drops had landed on the bed between us.
Theo turned, grabbing a handful of tissues from the box Tara keeps on her nightstand, and quickly began wiping Claires face, his thick cock still hanging from his shorts, glistening with cum and spit. He finished cleaning her with a wet wipe, and quickly dabbed at a spot that had landed on the bed. I watched greedily as he tucked his thick beautiful dick back in to his shorts, turned off the lamp and hurried out the door.
I was in awe. I had never been so turned on in my life. I was shaking like a leaf from the combination of fear and arousal, excitement and jealousy. I sighed in disappointment before reaching between my own legs to touch myself at last.