Daddy Whats Mama Mia About Pt 01

Copyright Cather78, all rights reserved.

My name is Annette (Annie) Nordstrom. I am twenty years old now and I am a junior at the University of Washington, I was technically a member of a sorority, but after the first quarter of living in the sorority and drinking and fucking boys at joint fraternity sorority parties and being seduced and dominated by a Senior sorority sister caused me to just about flunk out.

I fell in love with Sofia, she is of Greek heritage and startlingly beautiful. She has dark, olive toned skin, jet black hair, long legs, thin but flaring hips. She kissed me on my lips during pledge week and stared into my eyes and I swear to God, my heart fluttered and I felt a buzz down just above my coozes (cunt). I smashed my tummy and soft titties against her large A-Cups. I could feel my nostrils flaring as I smelled her lemony perfume and wanted to submit to her. My thighs were clinching and moving against her.

She said, "I'm Sofia, girl are you queer?"

I said, "I didn't know it, but I am for you. You touched my lips, my heart's pounding. Don't make me cry in front of everyone, I beg you."

She hugged me which made me shudder. Not an orgasm, just my body delirious to be against her. We were holding hands, wasn't sure how that happened.

She said, "Let's go for a walk."

We walked all through frat row, sororities are mostly on the East side of the street, holding hands and bumping hips. The contrast between us was startling. She looked like a runway model, turns out she is still, five foot eleven and in heels six foot three or so. I am not short, five foot nine, platinum white hair, I am one hundred percent Swedish descent. I have blue eyes and a deep philtrum (the narrow tube connection your nose to the middle of your lips) which causes me to have very full lips.

We both have perfect teeth. I am a full C-Cup, small D-Cup and have a big soft ass and thighs and great calves and thin ankles, (Sofia would tell me that she could get me jobs as a swimsuit model, even Sport's Illustrated cover, I was clueless about Sports Illustrated) in other words, black and white. Hard and soft. Dominant and submissive.

She said, "Are you a virgin?"

I said, "No, never been with a woman, before, but lots of men and boys, cousins in Sweden and their friends. I'm a size queen. Some of my dad's friends, girlfriend's dads. I can't get into it, but I have daddy issues.

She said, "Do you have any idea how many guys?"

I hung my head and finally shrugged my shoulders and said, "Mid to upper two digits, roughly, "I scrunched up my face.

"Are you clean?"

"As of three weeks ago, according to my doctor I am, " I opened my hand bag and pulled out a report showing I was cleared of Chlamydia, "I have not been with anyone since, I'm a nun now."

I started crying and I turned and started to walk away from her back to the sorority feeling as low as I felt since my parent's separated when I was in middle school. I felt that the whole sorority would know I was the worst slut everywhere, like Emma Thompson in the movie "Easy A" the classic slut shame movie.

Sofia grabbed my arm and I hugged her and broke down sobbing, hiccupping. I knew my mascara and lash liner were running down my face, but I felt so safe in her arms.

I pulled back and looked up at her and said, "You're the only person I've ever wanted to be with, I have never loved anyone, but now because I'm a slut, I ruined the only opportunity for real love I've ever had. You probably do that to all your lovers, " I started crying some more.

She pulled my face onto her chest and patted my back softly and said, "I'm still here, not going anywhere."

She grabbed my hand and we walked about two hundred feet and we sat on short brick fence holding the yard from spilling onto sidewalk. She had a clutch and she pulled a white handkerchief lined with blue flowers out of her clutch. She licked it and started wiping one side of my face and then repeated the process. It was right then and there that I fell hard in love with her. It was the most intimate moment I'd ever felt.

Then this burst forth from me, "Sofia, I am totally in love with you. I will follow you wherever you go. If you don't feel anything towards me, please tell me. I will not join the house, because I could not bear to be without you and see you every day with someone else."

She kissed me deeply, her long soft tongue so gentle but taking my mouth. I tried to follow her tongue softly touching her tongue, so she knew I was hers and wanting her to feel my love for her. We walked back to the house, her arm around my shoulder and mine around her waist.

We entered the house into this great room and up these stairs and into her room. As a senior she had no room mates. Now I was her lover. That was a Friday night.

At first it was more kissing, then her hand was under my pink sun dress and her long fingers were in my coozes, immediately all over my g-spot, pulling upwards and my big ass was humping all over her bed, our bed, "Sweet Jesus, oh my fucking God, I'm cumming!!!"

Then she was eating me with that that mouth and tongue, patting on my taint, which she later taught me to do for her and she would not stop. At one point, she put one finger, then two fingers and finally her fist in my ass, lubricated from all my coozes's juices and I'd nutted before from a guy in my ass, but nothing like this. Her lips giving my hard little clitty a little blow job and her fisting my ass I started to cum and I heard this woman's voice grunting in time with me being fisted and it was both Sofia's voice and mine in synch and I passed out.

In the middle of the night I woke up and my big fat leg was thrown over Sofia's thighs and my face was plastered to her chest and my arm possessively claimed her by pulling her into me. She had the cutest little buzz snore going on.

It was the first week of October and we were studying in our bedroom, I was listening to old music of Lou Reed, "Sweet Jane" and reading this Russian novel, Notes From The Underground, by Fyodor Dostoevsky. She walked over to her dresser and took something out of her drawer and walked over to me and I was full on watching my lover walk to me. I pulled out my buds just as she dropped to one knee, opened a little box which had a huge diamond ring in it.

My mouth opened up and I was crying instantly, and she said, "Darling will you marry me?"

I started nodding and screamed and we were kissing and then I held my left hand out and she put it on my finger and it was gorgeous of course, but all of me loved Sofia. That night was incredible, I mean when wasn't it?

The class I was in, that the Russian novel, the professor Willis Konick had us act out all the parts and I sat in the front row and he said "Miss Nordstrom, stand up and show everyone your engagement ring, " I did and he said, "who's the lucky guy?"

Continuing to hold my hand in the air, I said, "Her name is Sofia Giannopoulos she's a super model and I love her with my whole heart."

The class erupted in applause.

After the most wonderful weekend before that I called mama, her name was Ingrid, and told her about the engagement. While we were talking I sent her some pictures of Sofia and I and she said, "Oh sweet Jesus, what a beautiful couple! Fire and ice.

Could you come over next Sunday? Midafternoon dinner?"

Sofia was lying next to me and I raised an eyebrow and she nodded. The week flew by and mama's home was in Ballard, due west of our sorority. The district is full of Scandinavian heritage families, Denmark, Iceland, Norway and Sweden. We were Swedish.

But there were Finnish families and Eastern Baltic families who moved after the collapse of the Soviet Union, Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania. Blond people, even some of them were part Russian too.

Mama's boyfriend was an Argentine banker who had been with her for the last three years and he was kind and gentle and I was so happy for her, coming out of the mess with my Daddy. Our home overlooked the locks that connected Puget Sound (saltwater) with Salmon Bay, Lake Union and Lake Washington which were fresh water, directly below our front yard, the locks that is and then to the right Puget Sound and the snow covered Olympic Mountains.

Sofia asked me as we drove over in her black 1995 Mercedes E 320 sedan, "Annie, will your mother be upset that we're queer?"

I responded, "I've been to our family in Kristianstad, which is South of Stockholm.

We have farm lands that go back over a thousand years and there are old, ancient Catholic churches and more recently Lutheran churches. Really since the 1960s, weddings and stuff sometimes happen at the Churches, but there are lots of queer women and couples in our family. Gay men, and straight couples. Tons of kids. It's also common for people to have affairs, long affairs, both partners. What is not liked at all is abuse of kids or women and abandonment of a spouse."

This week we both got new ink and some piercings. I had a heart with Sofia written in script around the heart on my upper right arm. Sofia's ink was above her left nipple above her heart and it was Annie, with a little heart over the i.

Sofia was stunning in a white sun dress and black open toed pumps. I had a pink wife beater, that laid bare my ink, but my new jewelry which were platinum bars with black opals on the end through both nipples. I had some pink yoga pants, with pink strappy stilettoes, with a five inch heel. For contrast my hair was in a ponytail, my nearly white hair seemed to make me hot.

I was five foot nine and when we met I weighed one hundred and thirty five pounds. I had gained ten pounds and mostly it had gone to my titties and my ass. Recently, Sofia would wear a nine inch dildo with a harness and I'd ride her cowboy and she would fuck my brains out pinch my nipples and I'd collapse against her chest after the first orgasm and then she'd fuck me into oblivion.

We parked out front and walked on the flagstone path around the side of our home and both Ramon and Mama were there. The grill was fired up and there was a huge sockeye salmon, bright orange back off the direct wood fire and there were some large fresh herring being grilled.

"Mama we're here, " I proclaimed, "Ramon and Ingrid, this is Sofia. Sofia, Ingrid is my mama. Ramon is her partner."

I raised my eyebrows at Ramon and he smiled at nodded."

Sofia and Mama were talking and mama had her arm around her waist and she was crying.

Ramon hugged me, kissed my cheek and said, "Annie I love your mama and you too, I always wanted a daughter."

Then I was blubbering and hugging him.

He said, "I have clothes in the dresser and space for shirts in the closet."

I said, "Marriage?"

He said, "Divorce seems to be here, the attorneys are going back and forth on the splitting of assets."

I said, "Thank you Daddy!"

Ramon, my new Daddy, grilled fresh herring, with some lemon and then of course a twelve pound sockeye salmon, which is beautifully orange and full of fat and flavor. Mama made a salad of sliced English cucumber with the peel, sliced granny smith apples, some Walla Walla sweet onions and a dressing of buttermilk, minced garlic and dill. Served with crisp flatbread (Knakebrod)

We drank both beer and Ramon had some Argentine Malbec from his family's estate, which went surprisingly well with the rich fish.

After the meal the wind picked up and we went inside and sat in the living room and Ramon fired up the fire place. October in Seattle, low sun in the sky, seventy degrees and then fifty five, in a matter of hours.

Mama brought some Akvavit that was our families. We really had two versions, one that was heavy on anise seeds and the other was carraway seeds. She brought out the anise version that tastes like licorice. If you put it over ice it turns white like milk.

Sofia immediately proclaimed, "This is like the finest ouzo from Santorini where my family lives, and we produce this, mostly bought locally.

Driving home, to the sorority, was the best I'd ever felt in my life. We'd started talking about how many kids we wanted and she had five brothers who could be sperm donors, so it would be part of our family heritage. We made gentle love, I loved her on top when we took the sixty nine position. I started on her rosebud and just touched her clit briefly and gentleness left the tracks as she humped my face and squirted all over me which was a first for me being able to do that and she passed out.

I started singing the old Helen Reddy song, "I am woman, hear me roar."

Sofia started giggling returning from her stupor. I rolled her off me and crawled up and kissed her just on the lips, staring into each other's eyes. "Sofia, I love you so much. Thank you darling."

We fell asleep, like that.

Mid-terms were upon us and the week was a mess of all night studying and exams.

Friday afternoon she texted me and said there was a family problem and she had to go to her mom's to discuss it and she'd be home late. I fell asleep on the couch at two a.m. waiting for her.

At ten in the morning my phone woke me up, it was Sofia and she said, "Annie, my grandmother has died and I'm on our family plane and headed back to Santorini for the funeral. I will call you tomorrow after the funeral."

I looked up Greek Orthodox funerals and I read that there are no funerals on Sundays. Maybe she meant Monday. There were a few texts, she loved me and couldn't wait to be in my arms again, had to sort out family business, there was a huge storm coming. They slowed down to a couple of times per week. Now it was final's week and school would be out tomorrow for Christmas break.

I looked up her parent's address which was in Bellevue, technically Medina, close to where the extraordinary most rich man in the world lived. I drove an old 1990 Blue Isuzu Trooper SUV three point liter engine, five speed, tuned exhaust, midnight blue that Ramon got me. I had been there maybe fifteen minutes and her car passed me and she was in the passenger seat and the car rolled into the driveway which circled to right in front of the house and I jumped out of the Trooper and ran over to the fence.

She climbed out of the car and stretched reaching for the sky.. I was clicking away with my smart phone and then the super tall driver came around and I switched to video and then I shrilly whistled, she turned towards me and her hand covered her mouth.

I stopped the video, turned around and got in the Trooper and drove back to the sorority and went to our room and packed my shit up. It only took two trips to put it in the back of the Trooper. I went to the house mother who was a middle aged really nice lady and said, "I am going to take winter quarter off and want to withdraw from active status with the sorority. Do I have to sign anything?"

She said, "Can I ask why?"

I said, "Well, it seems as if my fiancée has dumped me, "I pulled off the ring and gave it to her, then I turned around and unscrewed the nipple bars and pulled them out and then gave both of them to her, "please if she returns give them to her."

She hugged me and said, "In the long run Annie, you'll be pleased you did this.

She's a nasty bitch and she's been cheating on you the whole time."

I knew there were details I could have got from her, but I needed no more and drove home.

I got home at half passed five. I rushed in and ran to mom's bathroom and found a pad, but I was a bit late so I showered and put the pad on, first couple of days I always had a heavy flow, then I went to tampons. I didn't normally cramp, just felt bloated and fat in my mid-section. Nobody was home. I had not talked to my mom in weeks, which was unusual.

I looked at my phone and there was a text from Sofia. I deleted it without reading it.

I needed food before I did anything, there were some canned sardines in oil, some Havarti cheese (white and rich in fat) and so I sliced four big slices of Havarti, mashed up two cans of sardines. I cut four pieces of pumpernickel rye bread. Got out mama's favorite cast iron fry pan, found some butter in fridge and smeared it on one side of each slice of bread. Carefully I spread the sardines on one side of two of the slices then put two slices of the cheese on top of the sardine spread and placed the two slices in the pan and turned the gas up to medium high. Then I put the other pieces of bread on top of each of pieces in the pan and smashed them down.

Quickly, I opened a jar of butter pickles and got an orange serving platter with a nick out of the side of it and set it next to the open jar of pickles, mis en place is what the chefs say. I smashed them further with a wide chef's spatula and turned them at four minutes.

There were two bottles of ginger beer, a non-alcoholic super ginger ale. Ice into a chimney glass and put the glass and the ginger beers at the kitchen table. There were thirty seconds left and I turned the flame off. The skillet would stay hot for fifteen minutes.

Using the spatula, I cut each sandwich into four sections and then placed eight sections on the orange dish and used a fork to spear twenty four sliced butter pickles from the jar. Three pickles per section. I carried the plate to the table, got my laptop from my bag and sat down.

I poured some ginger beer into the glass and drank a big drink that is so damn good and filled it up again. Three bites per section, a pickle for each bite. The first bite was wonderous, sweet, salty, crunchy and the sardines mixed with the cheese had this umami delight. There was no need to hurry, the sandwiches are great hot or room temp.

Okay social media. There was our fb page, hers and mine and the same for IG and X. I knew the all the passwords. Change all of those first. Then another bite.

I took my time. The pictures were up loaded, including texts about grannies death, Santorini Island contrasted with Medina.

A little research showed if there was a grannie on Santorini Island, she might still be alive or perhaps they were in Witsec (Witness Protection) which made it into the captions. I had some pics with Sofia wearing a strap on and her tattoo (Annie), and my hand with the ring, my favorite was her with one dildo in her cunt and another in her mouth. Lastly I sent an email to every e-mail in our shared email mine and hers.

We loved each other so much that we shared each other's passwords. The emails happened to include a couple of modelling agencies...oops.

I turned off my phone. I shut down my accounts on social media.

I was still kind of puckish, so I searched for some ice cream of sorts. I found a pistachio ice cream tub from Huskies Deli which was in West Seattle and also Swedish. I made a pretty good dent in that. Left it melting on the table.

I took the ginger beers upstairs to my bed, along with my laptop. I locked my bedroom door. I fired up the Canadian Porn site and found some cuckold videos, with hot wives getting hammered by their bulls while some dipshit made up husband watched. Supposedly enjoying it.

I thought I could play with myself watching black men. All I could see in my mind was Sofia and I turned it off and wept and fell asleep crying.

I woke up with a pounding head ache, not hung over, but way too much fucking sugar and I felt shitty, so I took a long hot shower. I put some sweats on and some runners. I ran in high school and I think I should start and build up and get the process going and lose maybe fifteen pounds. I ran the two hundred meter and four hundred meter.

I came out of the bathroom and there three girls, little girls, maybe nine or ten and twelve I was not sure and they were fucking with my laptop and in my bag.

"Get the fuck out of my shit right now God damn it. Move NOW, "I screamed, "who the fuck are you to be in my shit."

They stood at the end of the bed, the little one was crying. I walked over to them and gently prodded them out my door and was just about to shut the door and shove a chair under the knob, but my fucking real dad who I'd not seen in five years with this big shit eating grin comes striding to me with his arms wide open as if he wanted to hug me.