I was normally happy to see Wayne, a close friend of my dad's, but when I answered his knock on that late afternoon in May, I could barely muster a smile.

"Hey, Wayne." Even my voice sounded listless. "Dad's not home yet. He works late on Thursdays, remember?"

Wayne gave me a look that said, How could I have forgotten? "That's right! Well, sorry to bother you, Frankie. I'll catch him later."

He started to turn away, but I finally found my manners and called him back. "He shouldn't be more than an hour or so. Why don't you come on in and wait for him?"

"Are you sure? I don't want to be any trouble."

"Of course I'm sure. Now get in here." A hint of my usual playfulness returned as I stepped aside and beckoned him into the living room. "Would you like a beer?"

Wayne closed the front door behind him, then set about removing his work boots. "Yeah, a beer would be great, sweetheart."

Despite my low mood, I couldn't resist sneaking a glance at Wayne's ass while he was bent over and placing his boots out of the way. There was no denying my dad's friend was hot. Even at forty, he could have his pick of women. And according to my father, Wayne had made the most of his charms. He'd never married, instead preferring to remain a bachelor. 

Sometimes I wondered if Dad wished for that carefree life, especially now that he was divorced from my mom. Though he showered me with love, I knew it wasn't easy for him to be a single parent. 

I'd turned eighteen a couple of months ago, so Dad was technically finished raising me. Still, he wanted me to stay in town and under his roof for at least a couple more years. "There's always community college," he frequently pointed out. Neither of us mentioned that a four-year school was far too expensive.

Once I got a beer from the fridge and returned to the living room, I found Wayne sitting on the couch. The television was playing a show I'd lost interest in long before my dad's friend arrived. I kept it on to fill the silence.

Now, I handed Wayne the cold beer and nodded toward the remote. "Feel free to watch whatever you want."

When I started to leave, he quickly set his beer on a nearby table, making sure to use a coaster. "Hey, wait a minute, Frankie."

I stopped and raised my eyebrows expectantly.

For a second, Wayne looked a little unsure of himself. He ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair, then stroked his equally dark beard. "What's the matter?" he finally asked. "You're normally a lot happier to see me."

That made me grin. Wayne was right; I tended to be flirtatious and giggly in his presence, which my dad tolerated with mild exasperation. Wayne enjoyed teasing me, but he was always careful not to cross the line. 

"Sorry," I said. "I'm not up for feeding your ego today."

Again, I tried to retreat. This time, he leaned forward and gently seized my wrist. 

"I mean it," he persisted in a low tone. "Have I done something to upset you?" His brown eyes filled with concern.

"God, no! You're always wonderful," I rushed to assure him. "I just..." Staring down at his fingers on my skin, I swallowed hard. "I'm just having a bad time at school."

"What's going on?" Suddenly realizing he was still holding onto me, he released my wrist. "You know you can talk to me. Someone giving you trouble?"

My face burned with humiliation, so overwhelming that I couldn't meet Wayne's gaze. Instead, I studied my baggy T-shirt and lounge pants. As soon as I'd gotten home from school earlier, I changed into more comfortable clothes.

"There's this guy in my class," I managed to say. "We've been friends since the start of the year, when we had to work on a project together. Anyway..." My fingers nervously tugged at the hem of my shirt. "I finally worked up the nerve to tell him I like him, and..." My voice trailed off; I could feel the tears trying to pool in my throat. "He said I'm really sweet, but he's not interested in girls my size." The tears now burned my eyes, and I struggled to blink them away. "Basically, he said I'm too fat."

Wayne's mouth dropped open. I watched numerous emotions sweep over his face: disbelief, then outrage, followed by actual anger. "That little fucker is an idiot!" 

I let out a startled laugh. "It's true, though. His last girlfriend was, like, a size two."

"Frankie, you are absolutely gorgeous!" Wayne insisted. "My God, if I were your age, I'd do all I could to make you my girl."

My laugh turned into a giggle. I didn't need a mirror to know I was blushing. Brushing an auburn curl back from my face, I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right, Wayne. We both know you would have been dating the prom queen."

"Hey." His voice grew uncharacteristically sharp, and I was taken aback by his stern expression. "Are you calling me a liar?"

My eyes widened. "No, of course not! I mean, I—"

Wayne let me flounder for a few moments before he flashed a grin. "I'm just teasing you, hon. Now get over here."

I let out a shriek when he tugged me onto his lap. Immediately, I erupted into more giggles. The feel of his strong arms circling my waist encouraged me to turn so I was facing him. It took just seconds for me to straddle his thighs.

Now, he was the one to appear surprised. His smile faded into a look of confusion, but that didn't stop me from resting my hands on his shoulders. My large breasts were already close to his face. I couldn't resist the wicked impulse to thrust them forward.

"You really think I'm attractive?" I sounded almost wheedling, which I realized was pathetic, but at this point, I was desperate for compliments.

And desperate for his attention.

Tentatively, he placed his hands on my hips. "Absolutely. You're one of the most beautiful young women I've ever seen. All those luscious curves of yours..."

I discovered it was fun to make him a bit uncomfortable. While pressing my lips to his cheek, I made sure my tits were mashed against his chest. I breathed in his familiar scent, along with a hint of clean sweat. 

Sitting up straight, I drew my shoulders back. "What do you think is my best feature?"

Ever so briefly, his gaze darted to my breasts, but that was enough to send me into another fit of giggles. "Oh, you like these, huh?" I cupped my boobs and gave them a shake.

To his credit, he didn't try to deny it. Instead, he let his stare roam around the room in an attempt to keep it from settling on me. "You know I do, but I think we'd better stop this."

"Come on, you can have a better look." I tried to hide the fact that I was breathing faster. Before I could lose my nerve, I pulled my T-shirt over my head to reveal the forest-green bra I wore beneath it. I'd recently bought some sexy undergarments with my leftover birthday gift money, hoping I'd feel more desirable. Even if I was the only one to see the matching bra and panty set, I could enjoy the feel of the smooth fabric caressing my curves.

Wayne gasped. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't manage to tear his gaze away.

Biting my lip in a gesture of innocence, I lowered each bra strap in turn. As more of my breasts were revealed, Wayne's breathing quickened as well. 

"You'd better cover up," he said in a strained voice. "Be a good girl and put your shirt back on."

"Don't you want to see? Because I want to show you."

I pulled down the bra, allowing my tits to escape the confinement of those cups. A quick glance let me know my deep pink nipples were already hard. 

"Fuck," Wayne whispered. "Those are stunning!"

I felt a powerful throbbing between my spread legs. "Touch them," I urged. "Please."

My pleading stripped away the last of his defenses, for he instantly gathered my breasts in his large hands. 

"Oh God, I love the weight of them!" he groaned. 

I released a soft whimper at the feel of his thumbs grazing my nipples. Wasting no time, I reached behind me to unclasp the bra so I could remove it altogether.

That was enough invitation for Wayne to press my tits together so my nipples almost touched. Abandoning all restraint, he lowered his head to wrap his lips around both peaks. 

Part of me couldn't believe this was happening. My dad's friend was sucking on my tits like he'd never get enough!

But the part of me that wanted this more than I'd ever admitted, even to myself, took full advantage. Weaving my fingers through Wayne's hair, I held him to me. As he licked and suckled, and even occasionally nibbled, my hips began a rocking motion I couldn't control.

"I am one lucky bastard, getting to enjoy you like this," he murmured against my skin. "You've got me so hard!"

His words made me move faster. When he grabbed my ass to urge me on, I dared to grind my pussy against the crotch of his jeans.

The sensation, though pleasurable, was muted by the layers of clothing. I soon grew impatient as my arousal increased. Sliding off Wayne's lap, I stripped out of my pants, then slowly turned so he could see I wore a thong.

"Your ass is a work of art, Frankie." He reached for me, and I allowed him to draw me back toward him. The feel of his lips and teeth, and then his tongue, against my left buttock sent a fierce tremor through my body. Already, my skimpy panties were drenched. 

I whirled around to face him again, and he offered no resistance when I resumed straddling his lap. Eagerly, I pressed my pussy against his groin, working my hips in order to create the pressure I craved. Wayne watched, seemingly spellbound. 

"Take out your cock," I said quietly. 

He shook his head, his jaw set in a firm line. "I won't, as much as I want to. We might get carried away."

Whining with need, I pulled the crotch of my panties aside. Wayne's fingers snaked between my thighs to touch my slick flesh. 

"You're soaked," he said. "Absolutely sopping!" 

He lifted his hand to show me, and I was mortified by the sight of my lubrication coating his skin. 

Then he raised his fingers to his lips. With a satisfied groan, he set about licking up my juices. "I could eat your pussy for hours."

God, how I wished we had hours! But the afternoon was speeding by, rushing toward evening and the time when Dad would arrive home.

I started grinding against Wayne yet again, faster now. My face flushed with excitement, and my tits swayed from my frenzied rhythm. I could feel how hard he was beneath his jeans. Although the denim was rough against my clit, the thought of using his erection to make myself come spurred me on. I'd be chafed and tender later, but that was a small price to pay for this pleasure. 

Wayne fondled my right tit while suckling my left. Rolling my hips, I worked my pussy against his dick; arousal guided our every action.

"I'm gonna come," I panted. The flap of fabric covering Wayne's zipper provided a perfect amount of friction. 

He lifted his head to meet my eyes. "Just let go, angel!"

As he spoke, his fingers brushed over my nipple, which was elongated from his mouth. It felt as if an electric current was running from my lower spine, along the curves of my ass, and down the backs of my thighs. Meanwhile, my sensitive clit pulsed.

I stayed right on that edge, unable to fully surrender. Wayne must have noticed me shaking. He must have sensed my pitiful state.

Grasping my hair, he brought my face close to his and said, "I'm dying to bury my cock inside your needy little cunt."

It was the heat in his eyes, and the hard edge to his voice, and of course, that dirty talk, which summoned forth my orgasmic contractions. I could only choke out a weak scream while I shuddered on his lap. My hips kept rocking, so my pussy remained in constant contact with his crotch. 

I squeezed my eyes shut as my mouth wrenched open. Wayne's arms encircled me, and I slumped against him while at the mercy of more spasms.

"Ah, yes, you're coming so hard, aren't you?" His tone sounded soothing, as if he wanted to comfort me.

Even after my body grew still, I felt my clit twitch and throb from all the stimulation I'd inflicted upon it. It took a minute for my breathing to slow. Trying to recover, I welcomed Wayne's palms gliding over my back. 

"Promise me something," he whispered. 

"Anything," I whispered back with a smile.

"Promise you'll never settle for some asshole who doesn't appreciate you." 

I sat up in order to search Wayne's face. He looked so intent as he waited for me to respond. 

"You appreciate me," I pointed out. It was impossible to look innocent while I was propositioning him.

His laugh made it clear he was delighted by my advances. But before he could speak again, we heard the sound of gravel crunching under tires outside. 

"Dad's home!" I scurried off of Wayne's lap. As I rushed to collect my clothes, Wayne grabbed a throw pillow and placed it over his erection. 

I knew Dad would be another minute; he would park the truck in the garage and then probably stop by our small garden before heading toward the house. With my shirt, bra, and pants in my arms, I dared to lean toward Wayne.

I meant for my kiss to be brief, just a peck on the lips, but to my surprise, Wayne drew me closer. I heard his moan as the kiss deepened, and the instant our tongues met, another powerful jolt of arousal traveled downward from my nipples to my pussy.

When I finally broke the kiss, I found that Wayne had that wild look from before, the one that said he wanted to devour me. 

I lowered my clothing to reveal my tits to him again. "I want you to fuck me. And I know you want it, too."

"Oh, I do, more than anything!" Wayne allowed himself one last fondle of my breasts, then reluctantly withdrew. "Wait a few years, Frankie, and see if you feel the same when you're a little older."

Before I could argue, he pointed down the hall. 

"Off to your room, naughty girl!" His attempt to appear stern failed miserably, for he couldn't hide a playful smile. "But don't be too quick about it."

Releasing a sigh, I started out of the room. "You and I are gonna have a date three years from now," I called over my shoulder. "I'm holding you to that!"

"You won't have to remind this lucky bastard," Wayne promised.

Satisfied, I sashayed down the hall, letting him have a long look at my ass as I went.