Loud banging on the door woke me up. At first I attempted to ignore it but the person was persistent. I got up with my eyes half closed, immediately grabbing onto the bed post due to sudden pain in my head. Hangover is a bitch.

I was completely unaware of space and time and it took me a couple of seconds to remember that I was drinking last night and that I fell asleep after. Without peeping through the peep hole I pulled the door open. A familiar face showed up.

Adrian.

His cologne quickly reached my nostrils and he looked clean unlike me. I smelled and looked really bad. It made me regret opening the door before checking who is there.

"Hello little alcoholic." He spoke in a serious manner but a tiny smirk gave him out, showing he said it jokingly. I wondered how he knew what I did. Maybe Ellen told him.

"Umm...hello." I was still half asleep and completely lost.

Instead of moving to the side for him to come in and close the door behind him, I just left it open for him to do what he wants and walked back into my bedroom. Throwing myself on the bed, I heard his footsteps.

"Are you not embarrassed?" He asked taking a seat on the side of the bed while I buried my face deep into my pillow.

"What for?" I asked uninterested, wanting only to go back to sleep. He sighed.

"I'm talking about the texts you sent me. Come and fuck me Adrian; Be a man and take me; Make me cum daddy." He quoted and I immediately snapped out of my half-sleeping state. Raising my head to face him, I immediately became worried.

"Wait what? I wouldn't send that." Knowing I blacked out and couldn't remember anything at all, it was a possibility that I sent him something. Especially since I've been having sex daydreams about him.

He found the messages on his phone and turned it towards me. "Yes you would."

Looking at the texts I felt the shame spread throughout my entire body, making my face bright shade of red. Sighing, I shook my head in regret.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean them. I don't even remember sending them, I blacked out. It wouldn't cross my mind to tell you something like that while sober." I explained myself or at least tried, but it was the truth.

Id made me feel extremely embarrassed, especially how cheap and desperate those messages sound. Yet I am not angry at myself because I genuinely don't remember any of it. And despite all the dirty things I imagine about him, it really wouldn't come to my mind to say something like that in the beginning. I am not that low.

Well technically I am.

"You don't need to feel ashamed, I figured you were drinking. Alcohol isn't good for you." Okay dad. "Could you take a day off today?" He suddenly changed the subject.

"Why?" I asked turning to lay on my back. He was still sitting on the side and looking down at me.

"I'll be away for a week, work stuff, and I want to spend the day with you." His suggestion appealed to me immediately and I thought of ways to get a day off. I usually have to ask in advance but maybe I could say I'm sick and have Ellen confirm.

"Sure, let me call my boss." Accepting without hesitation, I reached for my phone and called.

Due to the hangover my voice sounded raspy so Tom believed me straight away when I told him I'm sick. He tried to make a conversation which I appreciated because I wanted our friendship to go back to normal, but I cut it short because Adrian was next to me. Then I texted Ellen to make sure she confirms my story.

Feeling dirty and disgusting, I asked Adrian to wait until I went to the bathroom and showered. Meanwhile he prepared some scrambled eggs with bacon and orange juice which I really liked. While washing my face and teeth I remembered of him saying he'll be gone for a week and it made me groan inside. Spending time with him excites me so not having him around will be dull.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked while washing the dishes after we ate our breakfast. He was changing the tv channels and sitting on the couch. When I was done I dried my hands with a cloth and joined him.

"Well if you don't mind I could stay and we could watch movies or something." I liked his idea because it is an opportunity for us to talk more. Whenever we meet it's either at the club or somewhere out, we barely spend time inside.

"I like that. I have a hangover anyway so I prefer staying in." I took a seat on the armchair and he followed my moves with his eyes.

"Come sit on my lap." Assuming he'd ask me to get closer from the way he watched me sit, I got up and walked up to him in silence.

I gently sat on him placing one hand on his shoulder while he stroked my cheek and hair. Even the simplest touch coming from him brings me a lot of pleasure.

His soft touches relaxed me and I moved in closer to him, leaning my head on his chest. We stayed that way silently for a couple of minutes and then I sat straight again.

We stared at each other's eyes, practically eye fucking. He placed his hand on the back of my neck and slowly pulled me. He pecked my lips before kissing them properly. It was an unknown feeling for me and realising it's our first kiss and that I never really kissed anyone properly, I got both excited and nervous. He went slowly about it, our lips locking together. I followed his lead, mimicking his moves and moving my fingers through his hair.

It was a slow and gentle kiss that lasted for a minute or so. His mouth tasted like mint and his natural scent. He didn't go full on French kissing on me because he knew that I haven't kissed before so he let me explore the new sensation. Despite that disgusting man forcing his tongue into my mouth that horrible night, I felt like this was my first kiss because I actually got to feel what it's like and do it in return. Once Adrian pulled back ending the kiss, he smiled.

"A little bit clumsy but sweet." He referred to the way I kissed him smirking all the time. "I'll give you more practice." He then kissed my cheek which I appreciated because it was a sign of affection. Affection which he promised to try and show.

"Despite what happened that night I feel like this is my first kiss." I felt the need to tell him this because I could notice the guilt he felt about that event, I just don't know why.

"That's good. Will you be pressing charges?" He started stroking my hair again, looking at it instead of my eyes. I shook my head slightly.

"No, I just want to forget it. Let's change the subject please." I demanded and he nodded. Moving me off his lap, he got up.

"Let's go to your bedroom and find a movie to watch." Grabbing my laptop once he said it, we went to bed and he chose the side to lay on. It is the side I usually tend to sleep on but he doesn't know.

We browsed movies on Netflix and some other sites, unable to find one we both liked. While I opted more for romcoms or murder mysteries, he tended to pick science fiction and action ones. I was about to give up and let him choose but he already had an idea in mind.

"What if we watched porn?" He asked looking at my face for a reaction. His question made me blush and I became somewhat agitated, unsure of what to say. "Don't be shy around me, there is no need to blush."

"Okay. Let's do it." I replied instantly encouraged by his last sentence, although it was uncomfortable. I feel sexual tension between us and I want him to do things to me, but I feel shy watching porn with him.

He took the laptop from me and placed into his own lap, searching for a website. I silently prayed that he won't choose something cringe because it would really ruin the mood. This can either be a total win or a total flop.

Since he didn't ask me what I liked but took it upon himself to find something we will both enjoy, I knew he figured that I don't really watch porn.

Finally he picked something and pressed play. First there was an ad during which I tried to relax myself inside. I felt tense and nervous and tried my best to hide it from him because I didn't want to make big deal out of it all.

To my surprise the one he chose started off quite normal. Basically this girl and her, assuming, boyfriend were in the bedroom and they were kissing. She slowly started taking her clothes off and I could notice our body shapes were quite similar - petite and no boobs. He kissed her everywhere, eventually laying her down and kissing her thighs. I got aroused realising he was about to lick her pussy and when I looked at Adrian I saw that he was watching my reaction. Shifting my gaze back to the screen the guy was eating her inside out and she was moaning loudly. The video wasn't anything wild or extreme which I appreciate considering it's the first time we were watching something like that. I could feel myself getting wet due to the action and due to Adrian's presence next to me. I knew he opted to show me this because he wanted to introduce me to what he will be doing to me. The video neared the end, the girl having already orgasmed three times.

Adrian exited the website and turned his head towards me. I took a quick look at his pants and realised that they didn't have a bulge.

Wait he isn't turned on?

"Did you like it?" His question came right after he turned the laptop off and closed it, showing we won't watch another.

"Yes, did you?" Curious as to why he isn't aroused like me, I waited for his answer patiently.

"I did but this is too soft for me. I didn't want to choose something more intense for the first time." He explained and I kind of understood why his dick wasn't up. Apart from liking more intense things, he probably also needs more to get turned on unlike me who gets wet the moment he says my name.

"Mhm I get it." I showed understanding realising that he was holding back in order to make me comfortable before moving on to kinky stuff. I'm thankful for that.

"While I'm away I'll send you videos of girls fingering themselves and I'd like you to do it just to get more comfortable down there. You might find it easier if you do it yourself. I want to try things with you when I come back."

His order made me tense because I've always been scared to touch myself around the entrance, let alone insert a finger. But I decided I will deal with it when he sends those vids and kept my fears to myself.

"Yes sir." I replied submissively.

"Good girl."