I was 16 and sleeping over at my best friend Kerry's house, she lived with her mum, dad and little sister. I had a crush on Kerry's dad, it was someth...ng i can't explain, he was in his 40's, tall, good looking but in an older man kind of way. Kerry and i would tell each other everything and she told me regularly that her parents were arguing alot. Her mum was always nagging him, shouting and dressed in baggy clothes, she wasn't attractive. We decided to watch a film that evening, Kerry got her. One Friday night, I came back to the apartment after a rehearsal, expecting no one to be there. The roommates were all going to one of the fraternity keggers and would be out very late. As I walked back to my bedroom, I passed Tim and Chuck’s room. Tim was there, on his bed, reading. He wore his usual outfit; white t-shit and tight bulging jockeys. I said Hi as I passed his room, and he called me back.Sticking my head in his room, I asked why he wasn’t at the kegger, and he told me he had. I wouldn’t exactly call her ‘drop dead gorgeous’ or a ‘man killer’ or whatever they categorize women these days. This girl was more of the ‘silent and sexy’ kind, a little bookworm meets punk-Goth meets little girl innocence all tied together with all natural sexiness. I leaned forward a bit and took a sip of my coffee as I let my eyes follow the line of her body. She was about five-six, add on a couple of inches with the black combat boots she was wearing. Being the punk-Goth-bookworm, she was. Before I could grasp and suck her amazing tits she forcibly pulled down my gray sweatpants and told me “It looks like Mr Doodle is very fond of me” and she got hold of my cock, the reference ‘Mr Doodle’ annoyed me a bit and I straight forward told her “Can you you not call it that, it sounds weird in like a bad way” she asked “What should I call it then?” after which she giggled I replied “Call it anything but not that” and then she was like “Okay but I still think that’s a.