Dad's friend Stories

We didn't hold out for three years. Not even close. Wayne might have had the willpower to last if I hadn't been so intent on wearing him down. But every time he stopped by to see Dad while I was home, I waited for my chance. As soon as Dad stepped out of the room for another beer or to use the bathroom, I was on Wayne in an instant. Sometimes I merely teased him, lifting my shirt so I could flash my tits. Other times, I w...

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...