Turn 18 and move on.

Clara-May’s 18th birthday passed with little to no fan fair except her stepfather wishing her a ‘happy birthday’ giving her a gift card for the local clothing store. They also had a nice dinner, he gave her some wine. It went straight to her head and by dessert she felt dizzy and tired. But didn't think anything of it.

She could admit he was always nice to her, polite. Unlike some of her mother boyfriends growing up who liked long hugs and tickling her when she was little. Definitely respectedand treater her nicer than her mother too. Her mother making it known from a young age how much she was unwanted, if not for the money the government gave for her care.

He was sweet, and willing to let her stay with him until she finished school, only 3 months. Not that she had anywhere to go after that, but at least she wasn't homeless and could at least get her high school diploma.

She wasn’t completely naive; she knew about sex and lust. She had a TV and Roger had cable.

Falling asleep in the living room wasn't a new thing, feeling herself being carried was.

So it was a bit of a shock to wake up later feeling disorientated. She never drank before, and didn't think the one glass would affect her so. So why was she feeling terrible yet somewhat pleasurable like those wet dreams she woke up to sometimes after the first R-rated sex scene in a movie she watched last year.

She felt a cold breeze on her chest.

Then something wet, she couldn’t help the moan that came out of her.

It continued for a few minutes, even a slight pressure on her panties.

An involuntary moan slipped from her lips before it stopped and moments later, she heard a click. Slowly drifting off to sleep.

Clara-May slept the rest of the night. Waking up feeling a bit disorientated but generally good, forgetting what had happened to wake her up during the night. Looking down and seeing her top unbuttoned and her panties a little wet.

Heading off to the shower before going down to get some breakfast.