My name’s Ray. I’m 16 years old with light brown eyes and jet black hair. I’m 5ft 11 and fairly slim. My serious eyes are my most striking feature, combined with my evenly spaced brow I actually make quite an attractive teenager. This is a story about my first girlfriend (who lives next door) and her ominous step Dad.
It was the fifth of December when I started dating my first girlfriend. There was no denying it, I’d scored. At just 15 she had D sized breasts. Her long flowing hair came to rest, just tickling her nipples and her face had the complexion of an angel. Her skin was the lightest shade of brown and when she smiled her perfectly white, perfectly shaped teeth were on display to the world. She was a picture of such innocence you would never believe she was capable of the smallest sin. She was just 5ft 5 with a curvy figure and according to our friends we made “such a cute couple.”

However there was a catch. Her step Dad had been in the army for 10 years and even as I lay next to her on the sofa holding her hand, thinking life couldn’t be better. Gavin, her stepdad, walks in. “Ray I want a word.” I stand up silently. Lacey looks at me, smiles reassuringly, and moves to get up with me. “Uh hem, I want to speak to him alone” says Gavin. I barely hear Lacey’s muffled protest as the door swings shut behind me. Gavin turns around and looks at me. I meet his gaze. I knew this moment was coming. Lacey had warned me. I wasn’t about to show any weakness. As the seconds threatened to turn to minutes he begins to speak. “I don’t have a problem with you Ray, if I did you wouldn’t be here,” he pauses. I just nod my head. “You’re my daughter’s boyfriend because I let you be her boyfriend. But as long as she lives in this house she has to abide by my rules.” His eyes bore into me and his next words are lost as I struggle to hold his gaze. “…Keep you dick in your pants and your hands off my daughter. Do you understand?” “You didn’t have to tell me that Gavin” I reply, anger beginning to boil inside me. “It had to be said, so I’ll ask again are we clear?” “Yes, “I reply.

Back in the sitting room Lacey is wating anxiously. After I’d walked into the room and sat down, she asks in a hushed tone “are you all right?” I just shake my head and sit down. “You seem shaken Ray, what did he say?” “He said that I can’t do anything sexual with you,” I mutter. “Well duh, but you’re not going to let that phrase you, are you?” “Do I have a choice?” I retort.