Curious Virgin Falls For Her Boyfriend's Father

Most people didn't believe that I'd never met Thomas before my 21th birthday. I had, after all, been going steady with his son since I was 18. Gregor was my first and only boyfriend, the first boy who kissed me and he was going to be the first boy I fucked. Fuck. That's how we looked at it. We loved each other and we knew that we'd be getting married, but we didn't have any romantic ideas. We were down to earth people who simply wanted someone we liked to spend our lives with and have kids together. And we were going to make each other feel good by fucking.

Gregor was almost 19 and he'd waited patiently for me to turn 18 so that we could finally fuck. He'd waited more out of respect for my parents than out of respect for me. And I'd let him wait. I was as eager to experience my first fuck as any girl. But if I was honest, it wouldn't have mattered if it was Gregor or another boy. I just wanted to feel a cock inside me. I'd done everything else by then, it was a natural next step.

Let me explain. I was not the prettiest or the smartest girl in my school. Or in my family. One of my two brothers had gone to college, as had both my sisters. My sisters both took after our mother and had long, blonde hair. They were tall and athletic and very smart. Eva was studying to be a teacher and Anna had studied bookkeeping. I took after our dad. I'm quite short, with big tits and a round butt. I have dark, curly hair that's never going to grow long. And although I got OK grades in school, I wasn't interested in studying and I knew that I was never going to have an academic career.

I knew from an early age that I was never going to marry a doctor or a lawyer, so I was thrilled when Gregor Finch wanted to go steady with me. He was a nice and respectful boy, so even though my parents didn't want me spending time at his house (his dad worked away and his mother was always too tired to care about anything) they were happy for him to come to our place and they even let him stay the night at times, sleeping in my brother Gary's room.

So it didn't seem strange to me that I'd never met Gregor's dad. I'd only met his mother half a dozen times and she wasn't the one who worked 600 miles from home.

By the time my 21th birthday approached, Gregor and I had planned everything. He'd been an apprentice with a carpenter since he left school the previous year and he'd been promised a good future in his chosen trade. I was working part time as a receptionist at the local gym and I'd been promised a full time position as soon as I finished school. We were going to get engaged when I left school and by the time Gregor had finished his apprenticeship we'd buy a house and get married. We'd never