I know I shouldn’t have looked at him that way... He’s my best friend’s dad—sweet, respectful, always so nice. But the way he looked at me when we were alone? The way his eyes lingered? It was only a matter of time before I gave in. I tried to be good. I really did. But once I had him, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted everything. So I let him take me—on the couch, standing, grinding in his lap like I was made for it. And when he finally filled me up…? God, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at her the same again.