Authors' Note:
I have placed this story in the Novels and Novellas section as it is the beginning of a much larger story, depending on how it is received,
which will cover many different categories. This is the first story that I have written here and if you like I would appreciate your vote and any constructive criticism. Hope you enjoy.
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I shuffled through the hall-way into the kitchen. My destination was my chair at the table. I made it without any mishaps and slumped down onto my usual seat. I stared into nothing with un-seeing eyes, the space in front of me a total blur.
Suddenly and without warning, a steaming mug of strong black coffee was placed in front of me. I gave a simple nod to show my appreciation. As I slowly drank, the strong coffee performed its' daily miracle and I gradually started emerging from my stupor.
I looked over at my step-daughter Sally, who was at the kitchen cupboards, navigating last nights' dishes, quietly putting everything back in its' place. She knew better than to talk to me when I had just woken up. It's not that I'm anti-social; I am not a morning person, plain and simple.
Without a word she whisked away my empty mug, only to place it in front of me again a few seconds later refilled from the percolator.
"Thank you sweetie'" I acknowledged.
"Welcome," she smiled back, knowing that once I spoke to her I was sufficiently awake to hold a conversation. "Good morning."
"Morning," I groaned. "How are you feeling today?"
"A lot better than last night. Not too bad really."
She looked exhausted, but I had my doubts as to if it was from lack of sleep.
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She arrived on my doorstep the evening before in the pouring rain. There were two medium sized suitcases at her feet and a giant back pack slung over her shoulders. She looked ready to drop.
"Got a spare bed for a poor homeless waif?" she tried to joke.
"What the bloody hell...?" I half shouted. "Hurry up and get inside before you drown yourself out there!"
I pulled her inside and rushed to get her cases. I pulled the back pack from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She started to speak but I stopped her with a raised hand.
"Go through into the kitchen while I get you a change of clothes."
I shot upstairs to my bedroom and pulled out a fleecy tracksuit that would warm her up nicely. I grabbed two large bath towels and quickly ran downstairs again.
Sally had already taken off her shoes, jeans and jacket and was standing shivering in her tee-shirt and panties. I wrapped a towel around her, trying to warm her a little, but not before my eyes settled on two swollen nipples proudly protruding from her soaked tee-shirt.
"Take these," I ordered, handing her my tracksuit, averting my gaze from her chest, "and go and have a hot shower." She turned to leave but I continued. "Do you have a pair of slippers in one of those bags?"
"Yes, I think I put them in the blue case."
"Go. I'll fish them out for you."
I opened the case and thankfully it was waterproof so the contents seemed no worse off for their ordeal. I rummaged through her things and came across quite a few thongs. Holding a pair up I had a quick flashback of her in her wet tee-shirt. Her nipples jutting out in a manner that was so...
"Oh for fucks' sake you sick bastard," I chastised myself, "she's your daughter!"
I threw the panties back in the case and almost immediately found her slippers. Taking them through the kitchen towards the spare shower room I knocked on the door.
"Sal, your slippers are just outside the door."
"Pop them inside would you?" she shouted back.
I opened the door a little and the whole room was like a steam bath. I couldn't have seen anything even if I had wanted to and dropped the slippers down on the carpet for her. But why would I want to see anything anyway? It's not as if I'd never seen a naked or semi-naked woman before. It was after all my bread and butter and I had seen and photographed more naked women than I could count. Nudity had barely any effect on me nowadays, so what was so different about my own daughter. Was it because she was my daughter? Taboo? Forbidden fruit? In reality she wasn't really my daughter, well she was because I adopted her, but not my flesh and blood, but I'll explain that a little later.
At twenty two years of age Sally had become her own woman and was very headstrong with it. Just over five feet eight inches tall with long, and at the moment, dark hair this could change at a moments' notice and being a brunette in the morning did not guarantee that she wouldn't be a blonde or red head by nightfall. She is not slim but absolutely not overweight either. She is what you would call curvy, and a very sexy curvy to go with it. She had large breasts and nicely proportioned hips with a round bum and trim waist, giving her a nice hour glass figure. Her round face, with small button nose and hazel eyes, is the prettiest face that I have ever laid eyes on. To me she even surpassed her mother who in all reality was a beauty.
I slowly closed the door and turned to the kitchen. Filling the percolator jug and putting a new coffee filter in the machine, I switched it on and took out a couple of mugs. A hot cup of brew would do us both the world of good right now. I started to think of what could have happened but I knew that she had another argument with her girlfriend. Sally and Tina had been together for nearly three years but it had been an uphill battle all the way. Tina was butch and the man of the house in their relationship. Sally on the other hand was femme. I liked and got on well with Tina, but she had certain issues and was prone to anger attacks. After having spoken to Sally on various occasions I had decided to steer clear. Sally loved Tina and she was after all an adult, and being as tough as nails, I knew she could take care of herself.
The door to the shower room opened and Sally plodded out in my tracksuit. She sat down in front of me and I got up and poured two mugs of coffee. I passed one of them to Sally and she accepted it with an outstretched hand and a huge smile on her face.
I said nothing, giving her the space to tell me what happened of her own accord and sipped my own coffee.
"We broke up." She began.
"How many times have you two broken up before?" I asked shaking my head in disbelief. "How long will it be before one of..."
"No not this time," she categorically stated. "This time I am through with her."
"Can I ask what happened?"
"It's not one thing daddy, it's the accumulation of different things but tonight was the last straw." Raising my eyebrows, I waited for her to continue as she took a sip of her coffee. "She started off with an argument about sex," and I spluttered into my coffee. Sally turned a bright pink and held her hands up in submission. "Sorry she half smiled; this has to be as embarrassing for you as it is for me."
She was right, it was embarrassing, and I really didn't need to know my lesbian daughters' sexual escapades. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks but at the same time knew that she was after all my daughter and if she couldn't confide in me without being judged, who could she confide in?
"If it helps to talk about it go ahead," I softly answered, holding onto her hand. She nodded.
"It started off as a normal evening really. To cut a long story short and not to get into details we were making love and Tina pulled out the strap-on. She knows I don't like her penetrating me but she persisted, saying it wasn't the first time we'd used a strap-on."
"Is that true?" I questioned.
"Yes," she softly replied, "but only three times and she knew I hated it."
I looked at her through a fathers' eyes, feeling her pain, but at the same time I had to remain objective in my reasoning. We had, many years ago when she was still young, come to an agreement that I would never sugar coat a situation for her just to make her feel better. I also had the same agreement between her and her late mother. I would always give my view as I see it and not be biased by one or the other. It wasn't always the perfect thing to do as there were often repercussion from both of them but I had to remain true to myself and both of them.
"Wasn't there any way that you could come to some sort of agreement on this," I knew, and had spoken to enough lesbians to identify, that using a strap-on made them feel more masculine. "You know there's a psychological factor in this for Tina."
"No dad! I don't want to go into specifics but Tina is not a gentle lover and to be honestly blunt, having a huge nine inch plastic cock rammed up my pussy, smashing my uterus to what feels like pulp, is no fun for me!" She was truly angry. "It's fucking painful!"
"So how did it escalate to the point of you walking out?"
"Well, we carried on arguing about it all and I finally told her that if she wanted to fuck me with the strap-on, she'd have to let me fuck her first."
"And?" I asked raising my eyebrows in disbelief, although I knew what the answer would be.
"And she blew her lid. She started screaming and shouting that there was no way in heaven or hell that I was going to put that in her. That was the last straw for me. That is what pissed me off more than anything else. It's okay for her to 'fuck' me but woe betide should the shoe be on the other foot, or to be exact, the dildo in the other cunt! Things have been getting slowly worse between us but now it's just too much. I went and packed my bags and walked to the bus station to come here. The rest you know."
She hung her head in her upturned palms but I was at a loss as to how to console her. The way I saw it, both Sally and Tina had their own reasoning and maybe if they had sat down and talked about it like adults they might have come to an understanding. I was more inclined to believe that Sally was fed up and used this as an excuse to get out of the relationship.
I don't know how long we sat in front of each other, the argument going back and forth between us, both giving as good as we got. Playing devils' advocate with Sally is not an easy game and she does her utmost to come out on top in an argument and to be honest, I would have liked for Sally to stay with Tina because apart from a few shortcomings, Tina was a good person but above all else, good for Sally.
"Would you like me to talk to her? Maybe a different opinion might shed some light on the matter?"
"I think not. Tina would just see it as someone helping my cause."
"Do you really think Tina would believe I am trying to help only you? She knows my credo of never taking sides. She knows full well I have favoured her views in many an argument before."
"True, but this is a little more personal than the normal shit we argue about."
