The sound of the water filling the glass felt deafening in the surrounding silence. As I closed the faucet and turned around, I jumped in surprise and saw Kent's dad standing at the kitchen's entryway.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he smirked.

"It's okay," I answered.

My heart throbbed as I tried to calm down. I was unaware anyone else was in the house, which made me blush hard. I was wearing booty shorts and a loose tank top. I had not bothered wearing my underwear because I didn't expect anyone but Kent to be home, who had already seen me in far less.

"Kent is not here," he stated matter-of-factly.

"I know. He just left. I was about to go home, too," I stuttered. "Sorry for intruding."

I moved to the side of the kitchen to let him in, but he remained still, blocking my way. I stood there, waiting for him to move. As the silence stretched on, I started to feel uncomfortable.

"Are you two fucking?" he asked out of the blue.

"What? No!" I stuttered, shocked.

Kent was my boyfriend's best friend, and I did not want anyone to know about us.

"Really?" he asked, raising his eyebrow at me. "I got here about an hour ago. You two didn't even notice."

I felt the color rise to my cheeks. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words would not come. Instead, I took another sip of the water and looked away. I was trying to think of what to do. Kent's room was in the basement, and the exit led directly to the back of the house.

We had used it to remain as discreet as possible, but in this case, it had backfired since we didn't hear him walk into the house either. It was a mistake to think we could get away with it. I had known that initially, but I had done it anyway.

"Kent and Jack have known each other since they were kids," he said. He was not smirking anymore. Instead, he was frowning slightly, and his tone was severe. "You are putting that friendship in danger. What do you think is going to happen once he finds out?"

"I'm sorry," I said, as tears started to swell. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Sorry?" his voice boomed. "That doesn't make any of it right!"

I flinched, startled by the sound of his voice. He was not a large man, but he was taller than I, and the way he looked at me was frightening. I knew I had fucked up. I did not need him to tell me that.

"I'll break it off. I promise," I said, hoping to calm him down.

He took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. I held the glass of water close to my body and remained still. I was afraid of him. I did not want to provoke him further, so I just stood there and waited.

"It's whores like you that cause so much trouble," he said spitefully.

"I'm sorry," I said again, "I didn't mean to..."

He cut me off, "You already said that, and I don't want to hear it!"

He turned to face me, and I saw his eyes travel down the length of my body. It made me feel uncomfortable. I tried to cover myself, but it was pointless. He exhaled long and deep, massaging his neck with one hand. Just then, I noticed I was sobbing, and the glass I held was shaking in my hands.

He looked at me and sighed; I must have looked pitiful.

"Look, don't cry. I know being young is hard. Your hormones go wild. But what you did is wrong. Do you understand that?" he said gently.

I nodded.

"I didn't mean to..." I started.

"Stop," he said, holding up his hand. "I don't care for excuses."

I nodded again.

He motioned for me to put the glass on the counter, and I obeyed. When I turned back to him, I noticed he had closed the distance between us. His hand cupped my chin and cleaned a tear that rolled down my cheek. I shuddered. I knew something was not right. I tried to step back, but the counter was in my way. I could not move. I was trapped.

I tried to look away, but he held my face in place. His eyes traveled down my neck. Then he looked back into my eyes. It was then that I saw it. The same hunger that Jack's face showed right before we fucked, was staring back at me. I felt scared. I could feel my heart throbbing in my chest.

"Everyone makes mistakes," he said calmly,

"Yes," I answered sheepishly.

"I can't blame you for being human." He raised my chin.

Due to my short stature, I had to stand on my tippy toes as he pulled me closer to him. I was unsure what was happening—it was just like with Jack. It felt as if I was fighting it; it could quickly go wrong. But if I went with the flow...

He leaned forward and kissed me. My eyes opened wide, but I let it happen. His kiss was hungry, and I could feel how his body pressed against mine, pinning me to the counter. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt. It was then that I realized what was going to happen.

His hands grabbed my hips, then traveled to my ass and squeezed. I could feel my body reacting to his touch; I was used to Jack being an initiator, so it felt natural. He lifted me by the waist and placed me on the edge of the counter. My mind went blank.

He spread my legs apart and stood between them. His kisses traveled down my chin to my neck. I felt the cool air of the room when he lifted my top, exposing my breasts. I closed my eyes.

"Look at me," he whispered, grabbing my chin.

I did as I was told. His eyes were full of lust. His mouth latched to my nipple, and his tongue swirled around it, teasing it to hardness. The sensation made me gasp, and my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. I felt him press against my pussy, his bulge noticeable. I let my head fall back. I could not believe what was happening. This was not like when I had cheated on Jack before.

I had told myself that hooking up with Jared and Kent was different. Both were caring and gentle with me, which differed from how Jack treated me; I told myself it was okay. However, it was not the case this time. Kent's dad was old enough to be my dad and was as rough and forceful as Jack. I knew this was wrong, not because I was young and confused, but because it was bad. This time, I was being taken advantage of.

I felt his fingers slip inside the front of my shorts, and the sensation of his fingers against my pussy made me gasp. I did not have to look to know that I was wet. It felt like my body betrayed me. He pulled his head away and smirked, confirming what I already knew.

"You are a whore," he said as he slid his fingers into me.

The sensation made me moan and arch my back, and my legs tightened around him. He pressed himself harder against me. I could feel his erection against my thigh, and the thought of it terrified and thrilled me. I had never been with someone so much older than me. The idea that he was more experienced than Jack or Kent was thrilling, but at the same time, the idea of getting caught was terrifying.

"You let your boyfriend's best friend fuck you, and now you'll let me fuck you," he said, his voice filled with lust.

He grabbed me by the back of my neck firmly with one hand. It did not hurt, but the feeling of his grip was frightening. I felt the fingers of his other hand curl inside me and his palm pressed against my clit. It felt different from Jack, who was always in a hurry, or Kent, who was always gentle. His touch was sure and deliberate. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks and my pussy throb.

"Look at you," he said with a smirk, "you are getting wetter."

I felt ashamed. I looked away and closed my eyes. I didn't want to admit how much I was liking it. Maybe if I did, it would be over quickly. I moaned as I felt him move his fingers in and out of my pussy. His thumb rubbed against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. I could not help but moan.

"Look at me," he commanded again.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. His face was full of lust, but his eyes were cold. I knew he did not care about me, but the way he played with my body was undeniable. I was turned on. I could feel my pussy throbbing. He removed his hand, leaving me empty, and then pressed it against my lips.

I knew what he wanted, so I opened my mouth and tasted myself on his fingers. He smiled at me and continued to finger fuck my mouth. I sucked on them, tasting my juices. His other hand reached down and unbuckled his pants. He pulled down his zipper and freed his erection. I could see it straining in his underwear, begging to be released.

He removed his fingers from my mouth and pulled my shorts. I was left completely naked. I was exposed and vulnerable. He grabbed my arm and pulled me off the counter. I stumbled as he bent me over the kitchen table. My heart was racing, and I could feel my body trembling. I was scared, but at the same time, I was turned on.

He grabbed my wrists and held them behind my back with one hand. His cock pressed against my entrance. I could feel my pussy throbbing, and I knew I was ready. The tip of his cock pressed against me, and I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him. He pushed inside me slowly, filling me.

"You are a tight little thing," he said, his voice thick with lust. "No wonder those two boys like fucking you."

He started to move slowly at first, but then he picked up the pace. He fucked me hard and fast, his hips slapping against my ass. I moaned, and I could feel my body shuddering with each thrust. I felt my face flush with embarrassment.

His free hand grabbed my hair, and he pulled my head back, making me moan in pain and pleasure. I could feel his breath on my neck as he fucked me harder. He was fucking me like a rag doll, and I could feel my body surrendering to him.

I could not help but moan as he fucked me. His cock was hitting all the right spots. The pressure built up in my body, and I could feel my orgasm approaching. He let go of my hair, reached around, and grabbed my breast with his free hand, squeezing it roughly.

"Please," I moaned.

"You are a fucking whore, aren't you?" he said, his voice thick with lust.

I could not respond; I could only moan as he pinched my nipple. My legs started shaking, and I could feel my pussy tighten around him.

"No, no, no, no, please..." I begged myself.

My orgasm hit me like a truck, and I cried out, shuddering beneath him. He let go of my wrists, allowing me to collapse on the table. He then grabbed my hips. I could hear him groan and grunt as he continued to fuck me. I could feel his cock pulsing as he fucked me faster, harder.

"Oh my god..." I moaned, trying to get a grip on myself.

My legs gave in, and all resistance left me. He noticed that and started fucking me even harder. His thrusts were so intense that I could feel the table shaking beneath me. I could hear the sound of our skin slapping together, the smell of sweat and sex in the air. He grunted, and I could feel his cock pulsate as he filled me with his cum. He continued to fuck me, milking himself dry, and I could feel my pussy throbbing around him, milking his cock.

He squeezed my small buttcheek before he pulled out of me. I was still trying to catch my breath as I felt his semen leaking out of me. He let go of me, and I felt his weight leave my body. I was still trembling, and my body felt like jelly. I slowly pushed myself up and looked at him. He was zipping up his pants and fixing his belt.

"You are a cheeky girl," he said.

I was unsure what he meant. All I could do was try to stay on my feet.

"Now you have me roped in this, too. This is what you wanted. Now I have to keep your secret," he said with scorn.

"No... I..." I started to say.

"Shut it. I don't want to hear your excuses," he snapped.

I flinched. I did not know how to respond to that. Guilt and shame washed over me. I could smell sex in the air, and it made me feel dirty. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I started picking up my top and shorts. As I did, I could feel his cum leaking out of me and running down my thigh. My hands shook as I tried to put on my shorts to avoid making a bigger mess.

***

"Are you ok?" Kent said as he finished putting on his sweater.

"Mhm?" I snapped out of my thoughts, "Yeah... I... I'm fine."

I covered my naked body with the bed sheets. My heart was throbbing hard.

"I'm glad... It's been a while since we... You know," his coy expression was so cute. "I was worried you were mad at me."

My lips broke into a smile as I saw his expression. He was so pure and honest that seeing him look vulnerable hurt me. It reminded me of how much he cared.

"I just needed some time to... think," I said.

He smiled. It had been almost a month since I had last been at Kent's place. I've had a falling out with Jack and was avoiding him, so I reached out to Kent for consolation. After a comforting time having sex, he got ready to go to his job like any other day. I saw him leave with fear and excitement in my chest.

I stared at my phone, counting the minutes, unsure if it would happen. I didn't have to wait long before the room door opened, and I could hear someone walking down the stairs into it. I felt the color rise to my cheeks. I did not know how I was feeling. All I knew was that I wanted it.

"I knew I was right about you," Kent's dad said.

His eyes traveled down the length of my body under the sheets, and I saw the hunger in them. His hands started to undo his belt as I smiled at him.