Elise

"Elise," Chapter 22 (MF old/teen18, sexting)

Elise

I had a nerve-wracking Saturday. Mom headed out to her lunch with Sandy, and when she returned she'd only say they had a "nice" discussion.

That bit of non-information didn't help me at all. I didn't think that in the end, Mom could keep me from being with Sandy. But she could make it uncomfortable for me. For one thing, I couldn't imagine how Dad or Brett would react if one or both found out about us. And if Mom really had a problem with it, I couldn't imagine Dad not catching wind of it somehow. Even though he was home only on the weekend, and not even every one, he always had that uncanny ability to be aware of things that he wasn't around for during the week. It would definitely not be cool to have him angry at me, and particularly at Sandy, about our relationship. I didn't like the idea of being cut off entirely at 18. It wasn't beyond him to threaten me with that, and what's more I didn't really trust him not to then carry out such a threat.

With all this swimming around in my head, I knew I was going to have trouble getting to sleep, unless I really mellowed out somehow first. I knew how to do that: masturbate. Only I didn't feel much like it. I lay in bed, trying to figure out how I could improve my mood and chill before bedtime.

Then it came to me. I didn't know if, after this afternoon, my Daddy was in the mood to help me out, and he'd told me last week at the gym what he thought about online sex, but I figured out it wouldn't hurt to see -- for both of us, actually.

So I texted Sandy, using the voice recognition on my phone. And it turned out to be just what I needed.

Elise: Daddy, can you help me please?

After about a minute, he responded:

Sandy: What do you need, babygirl?

E: I need you to help me calm myself down so I can get to sleep. Mom hasn't talked to me today, and it's freaking me out.

S: Am I supposed to be talking to you? Would we get in trouble if I did that?

E: Why not? Mom never said you couldn't. Anyway, she'll never know. I'm up in my room, and she never looks at my phone.

S: So how would you like me to help?

E: Have you ever sexted?

S: No.

E: Well, I need some dirty talk, Daddy.

S: Why? Are you thinking naughty thoughts, babygirl?

E: Thinking about last time I saw you, what nice, sweet, filthy things we did to one another.

S: That's interesting you mention that. You know what I've jerked off to every day since then?

E: Ooh, what, Daddy?

S. The memory of my dirty hungry mouth between your long sexy legs.

E: Oh God, that's hot, Daddy. Tell me what you're doing to your poor little babygirl down there.

S: I'm raising your legs up and apart, using my filthy Daddy fingers to spread your little pink pussy lips.

I thought, Oh, he's getting into this. Time to have some fun. I jumped out of the bed, stripped myself naked as fast as I could, then grabbed my vibe and dildo, and jumped back into bed.

E: Oh yeah. How do I look down there, Daddy? Am I wet yet?

S: I see you are starting to get wet. I'm running my finger up and down your sexy little slit. You're squirming, and I can see you moistening, the more I play with your pussy.

With my finger, I rubbed myself, just the way he described. I imagined it was he who was doing the rubbing.

E: How do I feel, Daddy?

S: Between your lips are warm, smooth, and slick. My fingers are sliding easily, up and down. I can feel your body give a tiny jerk every time my filthy, greedy fingers rub over your little clit.

E: Oh yeah, Daddy. Shit that feels good. Every time your finger rubs over my clit, it's like a little electric shock goes through me.

E: Your fingers feel so good. But I want your mouth on my wet little teen pussy, too. Are you going to eat me, Daddy? Please? I need it so bad.

I turned my vibrator on low setting, and ran it up and down my slit, running it over my clit each time. I was definitely getting turned on by both the action on my pussy and the nasty scenario I was conjuring up in my mind: me back in my Daddy's bed, tied up, defenseless, him free to have his way with my virginal pussy. To do whatever he wanted to me, for as long as he wanted.

S: Of course, babygirl. I'm lowering my head down to your little sex. I run my tongue up and down your pussy. I can taste your juices. You taste so fresh and tangy. I want to drive my tongue into your slick hole and taste more of you.

E. God yes, Daddy. Please French kiss my pussy. Put your tongue inside of me.

S: My tongue is inside your virgin hole now. I'm tongue-fucking your pussy as I diddle your inflamed young clit with a finger.

I touched the vibe to my clit, slowly inserting the dildo into my hole. I fucked myself slowly at first, as at the same time I continued to stimulate my sensitive center. I felt something building. Something big.

E: It feels so good, Daddy, but I need more. Please, Daddy, can I please have your dick? Put it inside of me, make me a woman.

S: Do you want me to be your first, babygirl? Do you want your Daddy to take your cherry with his naughty old man cock?

E: Oh, yes, Daddy. I'm so wet. So ready. Move up and drive your dirty old dick into your babygirl and break her in. Please Daddy.

S: I'm at your entrance, baby. I'm running the purple head of my cock along your pussy, oiling it with your juices.

E: Yes, Daddy. Put it in. Take my virginity. Claim me. Please, I need you so much. Make me yours. Do it please, Daddy.

S: Are you sure you want it, sweetie? If I put my hard cock inside of you, there's no turning back.

E: Oh God, yes Daddy. Don't torment me any longer. I need you. I need to be properly fucked, taken, deflowered. Do it, I'm begging you, please.

I was glad I had my phone on a stand and was able to speak the text messages, leaving my hands free to work myself, one hand sending quivers through my core with the vibe, the other pumping my wet hole increasingly fast. It was really starting to feel good. I started to think it was going to happen for me. This was really going to be a good one. Just a little more...

S: I'm at your entrance, babygirl. I'm sliding my rigid manhood into your slick tunnel. Oh baby, oh God, it feels so hot and tight. And you're so wet. I'm slicing through you easily as I move back and forth. You're not a virgin anymore. Your legs are wrapped around my straining body as I pump deeper inside of you on every stroke.

E: Fuck yes, I feel it. You're so big. You're hitting all the right spots, Daddy. Please pump me faster. Really give it to me. Pound my little pussy until I cum all over your hard Daddy cock

.

S: I'm deep inside you. Balls deep, baby. I'm increasing speed, pounding you, giving you what you want. The feeling on my cock is incredible. Yes, I'm going to give you this cock as hard as you can take it until you cum all over it.

All this time, I'm pounding myself with my curved dildo, as I reached my limit on my clit. It became just too sensitive to continue there. So I dropped the vibe, closed my eyes tight, and kept pounding my cunt. I was almost there -- just a little more. I frigged around my clit with my finger a few last times. That did it...

E: Oh Daddy, I'm cumming so hard around your cock. Ahhhh shit. Fuck that's so good. I'm squeezing your dick so hard. Can you feel that?

S: God, your cunt muscles are massaging my poor old cock. I can't hold out any longer. I'm cumming inside you, baby. Take all of it inside of you. Oh shit that feels so good. Haven't felt that in so long.

E: Yes, Daddy, give it all to me. I can't stop cumming.

S: Ah, yes. I'm finished shooting inside you. I'm slowing down. I can still feel your velvety pussy caressing my shrinking cock. I want to stay inside you and enjoy this moment.

That was one of the better ones I've ever had in my room by myself. I completely lost control and my senses were flying. And my Daddy helped me do it. Who knew he could write so well? It's like he knew exactly what I needed to read and when. I could see that we'd have to do more of this at times we couldn't actually be together.

E: That was wonderful, Daddy. You did such a good job talking dirty to me. Thank you. Now maybe I can sleep tonight.

S: Any time, babygirl. That got me excited, too. I'm going to finish myself, just reading our little correspondence from tonight.

E: Next time I'm with you, you're going to get the real thing. I'm going to show you just how much I appreciate you, and finally give you my pussy.

S: Can't wait. Let's see what your Mom says. Don't want to cross any lines with her that we can easily avoid. I hope we can get together soon. Have a nice sleep, baby. Dream of when I actually get to deflower you. It'll be special for both of us.

E: Yes, it will. Good night, Daddy.

***************

I did sleep pretty well that night. When I got up Sunday morning, I was refreshed. My toys were still in my bed with me. I must have just drifted off after our sexting.

I kept myself occupied throughout the day, working on school assignments mostly. I was in honors English, and it kept me busy with reading and papers. Good thing I didn't mind doing either one.

Finally, Mom came up just before dinner. She said she had ordered out some Chinese, and maybe we could have dinner and talk. I told her I'd be down shortly. I was certainly relieved that maybe we'd clear the air a little. Hoping, anyway.

I went downstairs when I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery had arrived, and Mom and I spread boxes and dishes on the table. Dad was in San Francisco this weekend, so it was just us two. All our meals were informal, many of them by myself. We didn't really sit and eat as a family, except at some holidays. I supposed that if I ever had to take part in a formal dining experience, I'd have to take an etiquette course first, just to avoid embarrassing myself.

After we sat down and dished ourselves each a serving, Mom started. "Elise dear, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to talk to you, but I had to process your whole situation, as well as my conversation with Sandy yesterday."

"I understand that, Mom. It's a lot to take in. I know it's been for me, too."

"And that's been one of my concerns, baby. I know you have a lot going on. Last year of high school, keeping your college options open by maintaining your grades, playing sports, and all without a lot of support at home. And a new relationship on top of that. Particularly one across generations like this one, and especially with the way people will see this."

"Mom, I frankly don't care how people see this. I know this is not the kind of thing people my age usually get into, but my brain, my heart, and my gut all tell me it's the right thing for me, the right way to explore my sexuality and find out who I am in that area. With someone kind, understanding, compassionate, and who I trust completely. Not to mention that he's really become a friend, one with whom I can share my opinions and feelings, and have them valued and accepted. And for someone without a lot of friends, that's really valuable to me right now."

Mom nodded. "I get that. And I see why you consider him a good friend after so short a time. He obviously has a lot of regard for you and sees a lot of potential in you. In fact, he may be the only one who fully realizes how great you really are. And for that I'm truly ashamed. I'm afraid your father and I have been too busy chasing our own careers to ever have stepped back and realized just how wonderful our daughter is. You're sharp, independent, self-reliant, and able to responsibly make some adult decisions on your own. All-in-all, just what we would have wished you to be."

I felt like I was going to tear up. "Oh, mom, that's so sweet. You just don't know how I've wanted to hear things like this from you and Dad."

"And I know you haven't heard it enough from us. I want you to know we've hardly ever said so, but I know I speak for your Dad when I say that we've always been proud of you. And Elise, I'm going to try to be a bit more involved. Sandy has urged me to come see you play, and I'm going to find a way to do just that."

"That would mean a lot. I know that after Sandy started coming, I looked forward to him being there to root me on."

Mom sighed. "And I guess that leads me back to him. I still question how he came to suddenly start attending your games, how he knew so instinctively to befriend you after his first game, especially after you had JUST turned 18." She gave another sigh. "Sounds more than a bit of a coincidence. I guess I might never know the whole story of that. But it hardly matters now. What you're doing is legal, if not socially acceptable to a lot of people. But at this point I have to trust that you've thought this out carefully, made this decision with your brain and not your hormones."

"I think I have, Mom. Not that my hormones aren't working just great, but I think my thought process has been very clear and thorough. And you and Dad have been a model of that for me. Neither of you make impulsive decisions; you always think things through. And that has created a stable home life for Brett and me, for which I'm grateful."

"We've always tried our best, dear. And Sandy pointed out that he believed we've always made decisions with the good of our family in mind. And I like to think we always have."

I turned the subject back to our current issue. "About Sandy, Mom. I think I'm hearing that you are not going to try to keep us from seeing one another."

She nodded, a serious look on her face. "Yes, baby. But I have some conditions, and I expect you to meet them."

"I figured you might. What are they?"

Looking directly at me, she started, "Probably nothing you wouldn't expect. First, I expect you to maintain your grades and your extracurriculars."

"No problem at all with that, Mom."

"Next, I know we don't do much together as a family. But if something comes up, I'll expect you to make it a priority, and fully participate in a way that won't cast suspicion on you."

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help a little guffaw and an eyeroll here. "I promise that if any should come up, I'll give them priority. And by the way, Sandy would probably insist that I do just that. He's very family-oriented."

Nodding, she replied, "I suspect that he might be, at that. Next, I think it would be a prudent thing for you to soft-pedal your association with Sandy out in public."

With what must have been a quizzical look on my face, I responded, "I don't really get that. It's not like we've been out there flaunting it all over town."

"I realize that. But just the few games he's been to, you've apparently been observed leaving the gym with him each time. And at least one person has seen you hugging him a time or two."

"Sure," I replied. "But we weren't exactly all over one another. And I did have my cover story about him being an uncle I hadn't seen in a while, which I'm sure you're aware of."

"Yes, I was made aware of that. And I did my best not to let it spill that I didn't know of any Uncle Sandy, although Gilda could probably see the surprise on my face. So I don't know what she might have made of that. And I don't really care. She has nothing definite to go on, anyway."

She continued: "Look dear, all I'm saying is that it wouldn't be in your best interest to have anyone else become aware of Sandy and your... um, arrangement. Especially your father or your brother. Although this town is growing, Blanksville is still an awfully small place, and we know a lot of folks in town. Your brother went to school with a lot of them, and there are lots of ways these, shall we say, unusual goings-on could get back to him. I shudder to think of either your father's or brother's reaction, should these things become known to them."

I felt a jolt of anger course through me at that. "Mom, frankly, I don't give a damn about their reactions. For all I care, they can stuff them where the sun doesn't shine."

"Now Elise, that's not a very considerate thing to say about your father and brother."

"You know what, Mom? I don't really care. All these years, those two couldn't even give me the time of day most of the time. To them, I've just been an afterthought. Honestly, I often feel like the daughter and sister that neither one of them wanted to have, anyway. If they couldn't care less about me all this time, why should I go out of my way to care about their feelings now?"

Mom had a stricken look on her face. She reached out and put her arms around me, pulling me in by the shoulders for a hug. She spoke softly. "Oh baby, please don't feel that way. If you could have seen your dad's face on the day you were born, you'd never say that. He was so proud, so happy. It's no reflection on you that he chose to spend most of his life somewhere else. And you're not the only one who has been hurt by that decision."

That brought me up short. I leaned back and looked at her. "I never really thought about it, Mom. It must have been tough on you, too."

Eyes glistening, she took a moment to compose herself. Mom had always seemed to be so strong, impregnable, like a rock to me; it was very weird to see her battling tears. "You have no idea, baby. I was forced to look out for myself day to day, and in turn you kids were forced to do the same. It has caused a lot of strains in this family, believe me. It is certainly not the life I would have wished for us."

I realized that there was probably another major discussion there somewhere, one long overdue. But I figured this was not the time. And neither did Mom, as she continued, "Anyway, just because you didn't feel loved by your father or brother doesn't mean that both of them don't have a strong protective instinct toward you. Frankly, if either of them felt there was a threat toward you, I wouldn't put it past them to resort to anything to meet that threat."

Again my anger flared. "Even if the threat was only in their minds?" Mom nodded sadly. I continued rapidly, in the most adamant voice I could muster. "Well, there IS no threat. Sandy presents none at all. I trust him as much as I do anyone in the world right now. He has never given me one moment to think I was at any risk at all. Has always taken the utmost care of me and my needs. I always come first with him."

Catching my breath, I plowed on. "And if either of them think they're going to ride in on some white horse to save me, they better think twice, because any silly attempt at something macho like that will be met with the most resistance I can manage." I paused, then added, "And you can tell them that to their faces if the subject ever comes up."

Mom was silent for a moment. Then softly, she said, "Well, you obviously think the world of this man."

"I do, Mom. And why shouldn't I? He is a very special person, kind, thoughtful, gentle, considerate. In just a short time, he's become my best friend, really my only friend out there. I relate to him like no other person I know. He is the first person to ever help me realize that I have a lot going for me, that I shouldn't ever sell myself short. I feel like I've gained more wisdom from him in two weeks than I have from any other adult my entire life, maybe except for you. He's just what I've needed. And I'm not going to let any testosterone-laden bullshit ruin the friendship I have with him."

She regarded me tenderly. "OK, dear, I get it. And if I ever have the chance, I'll certainly discourage any actions on their part that we all might regret later. But, that brings me to my last condition."

"And what's that?"

"You have to promise me that if you ever feel any threat or danger at all -- even if it's just your intuition telling you something -- that you'll come to me with it and allow me to face it together with you."

"I can promise that, Mom. You'll be the first to know. Although with Sandy, I'm confident there'll never be anything for either of us to worry about."