When I was in eleventh grade I was at a party at a friend's house. Her parents were on the second floor and we were in her basement drinking with a few friends. It got really late and everyone began to pass out. I didn't want to sleep in the guest bedroom because it smelled bad (someone had thrown up) so I went upstairs to fall asleep on her couch. I was almost asleep and then I heard someone walking in the room.
I was too drunk and tired to look who it was but they lifted my blanket and put their hand down my pants.
I wasn't really sure what to do because I was scared it would be awkward to say something so I just stayed still and after a while they pulled their hand out. Honestly it felt really good and i had wished they hadn't stopped.
Then I heard a zipper. They paused, but then coughed really loud and I heard them leave.
The next morning I realized it was my friend's 46 year old father because when I woke up I heard him coughing and talking to her in the kitchen.
I kind of want it to happen again.