My Best Friend’s Dad

I was 16 and in 10th grade. We had moved around a lot since my father was in the Military. He had retired a few years earlier and my parents decided to retire in Miami. We lived in West Kendall, a suburb, and I went to Sunset High School.

My first years in Miami I was a little shy and didn’t fit in. Most of the kids in school were Latin. Both my parents were of Russian ancestry. I was always quite a bit taller (and paler) than the other girls. I was already 5’8” when I started High School. Sometimes they’d make fun of me since I looked like a grown woman while they still looked like kids.

When I entered High School, I started coming out of my shell a little and had a somewhat rebellious phase, perhaps driven by teenage hormones. I started to embrace looking a little older, and started dressing very sexy and trying to act older. I started smoking because I thought it made me look older and sexy.

I started getting a little of a reputation as a bad girl at school because of how I dressed and wore makeup. It was totally undeserved though, since I was still a virgin. Not to say I wasn’t curious about sex, because I definitely was. I fantasized about it a lot! Masturbation had become a nighttime hobby.

My best friends were Fernanda, Isabel, and Alejandra. We always hung out together. When we’d go out, I could sometimes buy us cigarettes and alcohol without being carded.

Sometimes, we’d just go over to Isabel’s house and hang out. Her parents were divorced and she lived with her dad, Daniel. He was very good looking! It was Alejandra that first said it. We were hanging out on the back patio and Daniel had just come home from work. She said “Isa, your dad is hot!”

“Yeah he is” I chimed in.

Isa looked mortified and said “shut up you guys!”

We liked to go to her house cause Daniel was a “cool dad” and let us do whatever we wanted, and stay as late as we wanted. At the time, I thought he was so much older, but I think he was only in his late thirties.

Many times we would flirt with Daniel just to tease Isabel. She would get so mad and wag her finger and scold us in Spanish. I never knew what she was saying, but it was funny. Daniel would be so embarrassed he turned beet red.

One time I came up behind him and put my arms around him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. We had fun seeing how long he walked around the house with my red lipstick on his cheek. We giggled uncontrollably.

As time went on, I’d catch him staring at me a lot. I liked the attention. I’d dress to show off my long slim legs just to make him stare at them.

One night we were all going to meet at Isa’s house and hang out. I got there right at 7pm as agreed, but only Daniel was there. He opened the door “Hi Courtney, come in”, he said, “Isa’s not here, she’s with her mom and should be here soon. You’re welcome to wait.”

He had a pool table in his living room and was drinking a beer, probably one of several, while making some pool shots by himself. I leaned against the table watching him. “Want to play a game” he asks.

“I don’t know how” I respond shyly.

“Not at all??….Do you know how to shoot?” he asks.

“No, never tried” I say.

He stands on the same side I’m at and demonstrates, “hold it like this, one hand on the table”, he makes a shot. “Here take the cue.”

I take it and hold it awkwardly. “Put your left hand on the table” he instructs.

I put my hand on the table and he gets behind me. He puts his arms around me and puts the cue in my hands the proper way.

He puts his hands on mine and we bend over the table a little. He guides me making a shot. “See, just like that.” He says. As a horny young girl, I’m acutely aware of how he’s touching me, and how the front of his jeans brushes my ass.

He puts his hand on my waist “Move over here, we’ll try another.” I’m excited by his touch. I’m really enjoying the attention he’s giving me.

We make a couple more shots like that, his front to my back. Then I try one on my own, completely missing the shot. He stands behind me still just barely touching, his hands on my waist. “How’s that?” I ask.

“You’ll get it, it takes practice.”

I notice he’s still holding me by the waist with both hands.