Copyright © 2009 by Baron Rod (baronrod.macf@gmail.com) My Friend's Dad (Mf first) I had known Carla for six years, since we were nine. We hung out together and told each other our hopes, dreams and fears. I had been a ready shoulder for her to cry on when her mother died in a stupid car accident caused by a drunk driver two years back. She told me of how her father was even more shattered than she was. The insurance and lawsuit monies left them moderately well off, but there was always this sadness with them. I was at her sweet sixteen birthday party and sleep over. We had some boys at the party, but they had to leave by midnight. Carla's dad, Paul, was a good sport, mostly letting us do our own thing, but he kept a wary eye out for anyone having too much fun. Mostly he stayed in their den playing computer games. Every little bit he would come out to get a soda and count noses and make sure no one had gotten off to a dark corner. At about ten o'clock he spotted Michelle and her boyfriend in a serious lip lock with her blouse up and bra down. He only told the excited couple "Break it up! Put your clothes back on and move on to the living room where everyone else is. Now." They were really embarrassed and Michelle's boyfriend left soon after. The other girls started asking Michelle how it felt and if she really would have gone farther. I didn't take part in the hazing because I knew how she felt. I had been going out with guys, nothing serious, but I had been felt up, and had held a cock, and knew what happened when you rubbed it the right way. That always gave me a feeling of power, to be able to make a guy beg me to continue and to make him cum. I also knew how much ‘won't' power it takes to stop a guy from going farther than you really want him to. But that wasn't really the reason I didn't tease Michelle. The real reason was that I had spotted the hard on that Paul had gotten from seeing the amorous couple. He had covered well, but I knew the signs. I got real horny and started to fantasize about Paul. From talking to Carla I knew that he hadn't started looking at women yet. He had been two years without a bed partner. I wondered if I could... if should... help him get over his grief in a womanly way. After all the boys left we all put on our jammies. Some were shorter than others. Mine was about average. Paul kept up his ‘going for soda' routine, but now I could tell that he was interested in the ‘eye candy' we were providing him. About one AM he shut the computer down and went to bed, telling us to keep the noise down to a dull roar. After a little bit the party started to break into two groups. The group in the front living room had the lights off and were getting to sleep. The group in the rec room was watching videos. I watched a few videos with that group until about three AM, and then drifted toward the living room. But I didn't stop there. I snuck upstairs to Paul's bedroom. When I got there, it was dark, but I saw him laying on his king sized bed. He didn't have any covers on and I saw he slept in his boxers. I took my jammies off and got onto the bed with him. I spread the front opening of his boxers and gently touched the head his penis. Very quickly it got hard and poked out of his boxers. I continued to massage his now rampant rod. He started to come awake and I leaned over and kissed him as he woke fully while continuing to play with him. He kissed back, questing his tongue deep into my mouth. We played tonsil hockey for a bit and he started to play with my tits. He leaned back a bit and looked at me and asked "Are you sure you want this to continue, little girl?" I said "Yes, I do." He asked "Have you done this before?" and I said "No, you'll be my first." He shook his head and reached into his night stand and got out a condom. Awww! That was sweet and thoughtful. I said "I've been on the pill for almost a year now." He dropped the condom and went back to stroking my nipples. His expert touch got me gasping in minutes. When he sent a hand down to my clit I nearly died. I left off stroking him as his touch took me into realms of pleasure that I had never been to before. A couple of boys had managed to massage me to orgasm before, but Paul's sure touch made what I had felt before pale. I guess I started to scream, but Paul was then french kissing me again and I couldn't yell. The orgasm hit me hard and I was bucking under his hand like a mad woman. Some where in here Paul took off his boxers. I sure don't remember doing it. Paul then positioned himself between my legs and brought them up onto his shoulders. He rubbed his massive prong along my slit and then, as he kissed me, suddenly thrust in, all the way to the hilt. The pain was incredible, but the kisses again stopped me from yelling. He stopped and just held me and said "The worst is past. Just get used to me and then we'll continue." I guess his bringing me to orgasm first had lubed me up enough that the pain quickly died and my hips began moving. When Paul felt this he started pumping in time to my movements. I don't know if we rocked together for minutes or hours or years. Time had no meaning. I orgasmed again and as he kept pumping started a series of them. At this his thrusting became faster and somehow deeper. He then plunged into me as far and as hard as he could and gasped and blew his load of cum into me. He gave a few more convulsive thrusts and then let my legs drop and rolled off of me. He looked at me and said "Thank you, Jodie. I needed that." I snuggled into the crook of his arm and just hugged him. We fell asleep together. A little while later I woke up with Paul already in me, thrusting away like a stallion. We came together and then he suggested that I should clean up, get dressed and go downstairs before I was missed. I never had sex again with Paul and I'm still friends with Carla. A few weeks later Carla told me that her dad had started going out again, with a woman from his church. A year later they told Carla that they were getting married and six months later they were. I'm glad I let him take my virginity. I like to think that I helped him get through his grief and that he became a complete man again because of me.