Divorce sucks. I know it’s not like I am making a groundbreaking statement here. But watching my parents go through it has been rough. Not as rough as watching their marriage fall apart over the course of the last 5 years–the constant fights, tension, disappointment, sleeping in separate beds and all the while trying to mask this from me and my two younger brothers. When everything was finalized I think we all felt a sense of relief and I guess at first we did. Dad moved out, we stayed with mom and visited dad every other weekend. But now, a few months in, things suck again.
I think everyone is realizing what has finally happened. Mom is out trying to date again and dad is just sad. Its weird seeing my mom trying on dresses and talking to me about push up bras. Probably weirder for my brothers as they are still so young (twins and freshmen in highschool) and trying to cope with the fact that my mom has cleavage.
So here I am in the middle of it all. Just trying to make it to graduation so I can ship off out of this mess. The saddest part of it all (and there are many sad parts) is how common all of this is. Most of my friends’ parents are divorced and some for the second or third time. I don’t know what that says about our society or what it has been selling us on what marriage is, but clearly there is some confusion. But what do I know? I have been 18 for 5 days now.
Free period at school was a strange thing. I spent the last few just out in the grass reading and messing with my phone. Seemed weird that I was supposed to be getting ready for college, but to do that I am given time to sit and do nothing. Maybe I am missing something?
“Where do you want to eat for your birthday?”
The text from my dad made me smile. He was always great about celebrating my birthday and making it special. He had a way of always making me feel like his little girl.
“McDonalds!” I replied.
“Typical little girl. Looking forward to buying you a happy meal.”
I put my phone down and leaned against the wall. I was ready to be done with high school. Ready to be done and onto bigger things. Now that Conner and I were no longer together there really wasn’t any reason for me to stay here. Dramatic I know, but the only real tie I have to this place was my boyfriend. All my good friends were coming to college with me, he was the one that opted to “take the year off to learn about himself” or whatever.
Breaking up with him wasn’t easy. He was funny, cute and he knew how to fuck me. We had learned about love and sex together. But things had run their course and in the end I needed someone that had more to offer than “bro movie nights” and football games. I mean that isn’t too much to ask right?
I stood up, stretched my back and looked at my reflection in the window. I knew I was cute. “Hot” according to Connor. It all kind of happened a bit more than a year ago. My boobs came in full on as well as my butt. I had always been skinny and tall (5′ 8″ about) but more lithe and not curvy. Then suddenly my boobs came in. From B to C to D cup in a manner of a summer. I was a runner so I know I had a cute butt and yet as my chest grew my butt got rounder. That was the full transition from one piece and tankinis to bikinis. Pretty much when that happened I went from fun tomboy to cute girl. The power that gave me was amazing and something I had to learn to weild carefully.
I was picked for more activities, my grades got better and male teachers did everything I asked. Even some females did. Connor and I went very physical, but maybe that was the problem. I needed someone to look past my boobs or see me as more than just a pretty girl in tight clothes. College would be better. Guys are more mature there.
I had vowed to my girl friends that we would stay guy free till college. Now was the time to focus on each other and making sure we leave school with a good feeling and no regrets. All of this was timely as now that my parents’ marriage had exploded I had time to be home and to be a good daughter and sister.
As an example tonight was going to be Daddy/Daughter date night.
I threw on a tank top and some jeans then went down stairs to the message board. My mom had this system where we would write where we were and when we would be back. I just wrote: Daddy’s for my Birthday. Be back on Sunday!
I wasn’t sure if I would be the weekend, but it sounded good to me right now. My mom was being way too hormonal and female at the moment. My brothers could settle her down much better than I could. The last thing I wanted was to watch some romantic movie with her tonight and then watch her try to set up an online dating profile.
I got in the car and meandered toward my dad’s apartment building. It was kind of sad that he was in an apartment in the not-so-good part of town. He was 49 years old, greying hair and a successful Director of Operations Beylikdüzü escort for a software company. I knew he made good money, but my mom was getting most of it now. I mean it’s not like my dad needed lots of money but it is sad to see how he has to live now. “The cost of our choices,” he would say.
I was about 45 minutes early when I parked. I didn’t feel like being home and I knew my dad was off work now. It was Friday and he was done at like 4. I figured he was on the couch streaming some new show that he wanted to tell me about. He was so cute with that stuff. He loved to talk movies and shows and we had many late nights binge watching TV and eating ice cream. That sounded really good to me right now: Just me and Dad on the couch watching TV all night. 🙂 That was our version of Netflix and chill!
The building was probably nice in the early nineties. The problem was it hadn’t been updated since and things from the early nineties just didn’t age well. I was up the stairs as quickly as I could as I hated the smell on the 3rd floor. I could have taken the elevator but I was always a fan of taking the long way for that extra bit of exercise. Yes I did follow online fitness models and yes I was aiming for an ass like they had. You had to start early and you had to commit. Taking the stairs was just an easy thing to do.
I tugged the keys out of my pocket. I hated knocking on my parents’ doors and it was just easier. Half the time they weren’t home anyway and I just wanted a place to hang out. The key slid in and the door was open in no time.
I couldn’t help but smile when I walked in. He cleaned his place up for me. Dad was so sweet like that. One of the good things that came out of this whole divorce bullshit was time spent with Dad meant more. I could tell that he took it very seriously. He always went that extra step to make sure that everything went off without a hitch. It was super cute and super considerate. In this case, the small two bedroom place had been picked up, vacuumed and everything put in its place. The pillows on the couch had been fluffed and he already had place settings out on the coffee table.
So I am nosey. Like I know most girls are. It’s just a thing. If I am in your bathroom I am gonna open the medicine cabinet and look at your meds. I am gonna look in your fridge. I don’t judge, I just look. In Dad’s case I like to poke through the bedrooms. Not that I expect to find things. But I figured out he was trying to work out more when I saw his workout shorts on the floor, or that he wasn’t cleaning his room because everytime I went in there it was a mess. That kind of thing.
I went into his room and noticed first that things were picked up. Cute. He USUALLY did that when I came over but not every time. The second thing I noticed was his laptop. It was open in the middle of his bed. I figured he was up working last night or something. I sat on the bed and looked around. Everything was in order. Boring.
I went to his laptop and brushed the touch mouse. The screen popped to life. I blushed. His desktop was a picture of the two of us from 4 months ago. We had gone on a hike and managed to get to the top at sunrise. The hike was lame (but yes, totally worked out my legs and ass and I recommend it to anyone looking to make things more trim and firm) but the sunrise was gorgeous. We sat and watched for a while that morning and it was super special. He was a sweetie.
I saw his browser was still open so I clicked. It filled the screen and my heart froze. It was a video entitled: College Hottie Takes Huge Load.
Sure enough it was paused at minute 6 of the 10 minute video. The girl was bent over looking back at the camera. I minimized the window.
I did not need to see that. No way did that just happen.
I got off the bed and walked into the living room. Porn? Seriously? Not what I expected. Dad isn’t into sex. Right? How could he be? I laughed out loud. It was totally my brother. I could see that. He would pop over here all the time to hang out and I could totally see him surfing the porn. Not cool to leave it up on Dad’s computer. Kinda risky really. But whatever. Boys are dumb and I am totally sure Dad has dealt with that before.
That made me feel better.
“College Hottie,” I muttered and walked in front of the mirror. I studied myself for a moment. Boys are dumb. Porno girls are fake. I smiled at the thought and pushed my arms in to press up my boobs (yes we girls totally do that on purpose). I had cleavage. The real deal. D cups were no joke and I was grateful. Yes buying bras was a huge pain and you never quite felt like shirts or dresses or any tops fit just right–especially cause I had a smaller waist (I always felt like my boobs made my tummy look bigger so i compensated with tighter stuff), but when I took time to look at them I knew they were pretty. Actually, if I am being honest that is a bit modest. My boobs were fantastic. They just were. Connor loved my tits. He was gonna miss them.
I Beylikdüzü escort went back to the living room and decided I was going to make dinner. I wasn’t a great cook, but I know my dad was going to get one of those take and bake pizzas like he always does and I wasn’t into that. I poked through the fridge and cupboards and as I suspected he had nothing.
“What a male,” I said aloud. “Well, off to the store.”
I had the pasta and salad done by the time Dad got to his apartment. I had committed to not going back out so I was wearing a little white spaghetti strap top and black yoga pants. That was something I loved hanging out with Dad, I could wear as comfortable clothes as I wanted and didn’t have to worry. He just loved me the way that I am.
I was working on the salad when he walked in.
“Hey gorgeous!” He said with a big smile.
“Daddy!” I blurted and went around the counter to give him a big hug.
His face lit up as I got close to him and I pressed against him firmly. He was such a great hugger. I smelled cologne.
“Is that cologne?” I asked.
He laughed. “Yep, gotta try something.”
I looked into his tired eyes.
“Aww what does that mean?”
He looked at me with a kind of sadness, “Nothing sweetheart. I am glad you are here.” He hugged me again, “You cooked? I was going to get pizza…”
I pushed away from him and laughed, “I know, I know. I am not a little girl anymore, Dad. I wanted it to be ready when you got here.”
I went back to the salad.
“This smells great. You got dressed up and everything too!” He said with a wink.
“Ha! Yeah right. I figured we were staying in so I got comfy,” I said. I realized I was pressing my boobs together and flirting. II couldn’t help it–just a habit.
He looked at me for a few seconds and smiled. “Well you look great. Always have.”
He was so sweet.
We spent the evening eating in front of the TV and watching random movies. Dad was so fun because he was game for whatever. No matter how sappy the movie he would watch it with me and act like it was the best thing he ever saw. It was around 9 pm when he got out the wine and like any good dad he had no issues with me drinking with him. We finished the bottle a bit before 10 and he had another open almost immediately. I could tell that something was wrong.
When he got back to the couch I cuddled up to him. “What’s going on Dad?”
“What do you mean?”
“You seem kinda sad and you are all about wine tonight.”
He chuckled, “I am fine, honey.”
I pushed away from him and paused the movie. “Really Dad, you can tell me. Isn’t that part of the deal with our dates. We connect.”
“I suppose,” he said with a bit of a slur.
I was totally gonna hang out with my drunk dad! “Ok so what is it?”
“It was just a rough week in general,” he started. “Work hasn’t been great and its not like I have much of a social life right now.”
That’s how it began. He was opening up to me. Maybe for the first time. He told me about his shitty boss named Connie that seemed to treat everyone like shit–especially my dad. Then he told me about his internet dating adventures and how they really didn’t seem to lead to anything. Women were complicated he kept saying and he was just tired of being controlled by them.
It was hard seeing him like this.
“You know,” he smiled sadly, “that I haven’t had sex in a year.”
He was drunk. I smiled.
“Shit, i’m sorry, honey. I shouldn’t be telling you about this stuff.”
“It’s ok,” I sad quickly. “I am grown up. We can talk about whatever you want.”
He then really began to open up. It was weird at first but then wonderful. What I mean is I realized that my Dad was a man. Not just my Dad. He was lonely and he was horny and he had needs just like everyone else. The difference was he wasn’t a teenager. He was a grown man.
We talked late that night. It was past 1 am by the time we went to bed. I lay in bed for a while thinking about everything he told me. He was lonely, horny and looking for a connection. I imagined him on dates with different women and I frowned at the thought. He was such a great, sweet and sensitive guy. Older women were bitches. At least the ones he seemed to attract. He needed someone that was attentive and that understood his needs. Especially after being married to my mom. I giggled at one of the last and very drunken things he said to me: “This might sound misogynistic or something, but I don’t mean it to be. But sometimes a guy doesn’t want to feel like he has to jump through 20 hoops for a women to agree to sex with him. Do you know how many times I wished your mother would have just given me a blow job or even a hand job just because she wanted to? In all those years, that never happened once…”
I could see what he meant. My mom was selfish and she used people. Escort Beylikdüzü That was really something that women did these days. They had all the cards. I knew i did. I knew that I was cute and I knew I could use it, but it was more than that. Men had to do what I wanted because I could always find one that would. Saying no didn’t mean anything to me because there would always be someone else. I would always have another option. It was selfish.
I got out of bed and went to the kitchen for some water. I got a glass, filled it at the sink and took a sip. Dad’s room was open. He was pretty drunk, I hoped he made it into bed. I walked over and peeked in the door. He was asleep on top of his covers in a white undershirt and his boxers. I saw his laptop next to him and it was open. I couldn’t deny it. He had been looking at porn.
I frowned. Dad. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that is the closest you are getting right now.
I turned and started back to bed and then I had a thought. It wasn’t a normal thought. But it was an interesting one. I looked back toward his room and took a deep breath. He was dead asleep now, it probably wouldn’t occur to him what was happening. I walked back to the door of my room and stopped. But maybe that was better. Maybe it would be a dream. I turned back and looked at his room. I am not gonna lie, it was a dirty thought that I was having and not normal. But my heart was beating a bit faster. I walked back to his room and looked in. I imagined him looking at porn and masturbating. It seemed so sad. So desperate.
“Ok,” I whispered. “Daddy, you don’t need to feel so desperate.”
I walked in quietly, past the bed and into his bathroom. I found some lotion and walked back over to the side of the bed. I knelt down next to the bed and set the lotion down. I remembered Connor telling me that there was nothing like being jerked off by a beautiful girl. I knew that is what Dad needed. He needed someone else to jerk him off and I was going to do it for him.
I took a deep breath then whispered, “Dad?”
He lay still and didn’t move.
I poked him.
He didn’t budge.
I reached over and touched his boxers. My heart raced. I slid my fingers to the opening. I looked up at him. Still asleep. I slid my fingers to the opening and felt it: His penis. I opened the boxers slowly and lifted his penis out. He was flacid and dead asleep. I knew the sleep didn’t matter. Best case, Daddy has a nice hot dream while this is happening. I put some lotion on my hand and then gripped him with my fingers. Three things surprised me: 1. He was bigger than I thought and bigger than i had seen. 2. He clearly shaved his pubic hair. 3. He was getting hard almost immediately.
I rubbed the lotion on his dick and jerked on it a few times. He grew in my hand and I gasped when I realized his dick was probably 8 inches. It was perfectly straight with a nice mushroom tip. Honestly it looked like a dildo. I smiled who knew my dad had a perfect cock? These ladies were seriously missing out.
I jerked it slowly and just looked at it. I mean the thing was big and getting more rigid. I slid his balls out of the hole in his boxers just so I could look at the entire picture. It was one of those things where the word “cock” fit. I got more lotion on my hand then decided this was a two hand job. I gripped the beautiful dick with both hands and started jerking in a circular motion. I could tell it felt good as I heard his breathing quicken and his cock was rock hard. I started jerking faster and faster making sure my hands when down to the base and I also gripped his balls. He was breathing fast and I fixated on running my hands over the whole thing. Up, down, up down. It was a work out, but I had to admit it was beautiful.
I could tell he was getting close and I started to go as fast as i could. The fat tip was getting darker. I suddenly realized that I had no idea what I was going to do when he came. Like how was I going to clean this up? I took a deep breath and stopped jerking him.
“No,” he said suddenly.
I froze and looked at him. Our eyes met. Fuck.
He looked at me directly. He was wide awake. Oh shit. This was so awkward.
“No,” he said again. “Please don’t stop.”
I paused. “Really? I..”
“Honey it feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
Um ok. I took a deep breath then gripped his cock. My heart was racing. How long had he been watching me?
“Your hands feel so good sweetie.”
I looked into his eyes and started to jerk him off again. This time slower. All the way up and all the way down. All the way up and all the way down. He didn’t take his eyes off me and he groaned. I kept going, stopping only to get more lotion. Pretty soon he sat up and moved to the end of the bed. I was on my knees in front of him–both hands on his gorgeous cock. I jerked it more and looked up at him. He felt good in my hands. No…not good. Perfect.
He stopped me so he could take his boxers off. His dick flapped up so fast and pointed right at me. Suddenly I knew where I wanted him to cum. I stood up. He watched me as I pulled the tank top over my head. He looked at my bra and tits with desire. I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor. My tits jutted out with hard nipples.