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I Had Sex with My Friend’s Dad
The price of a fuck that destroyed three lives
A bottle of tequila, two bodies, and zero sense of consequences. While everyone was celebrating the 21st birthday party inside, two bodies were intertwined against the backyard wall, the smell of expensive cologne mixed with sweat and alcohol, the muffled music from the party and distant laughter from people who had no idea of the betrayal happening just feet away from them.
He, with his experienced 49-year-old hands, knew exactly where to touch, how to move, how to make a 19-year-old girl completely lose sight of right and wrong.
The most brutal reality of that night wasn’t just the sex that happened in that backyard — it was the calculated destruction of two decades of memories, the perversion of a family dynamic that should have been sacred.
A man who should have been a father figure transformed into a lover who now says he loves a girl young enough to be his daughter. And the most fucked up part?
A part of her wants to believe him, wants to justify the unjustifiable, wants to transform this sordid story into a forbidden romance.
This man watched her grow up, was present at her birthday parties, consoled her after her first heartbreak, probably fantasized about her while she and his…
