This is my first attempt to write a story. Any constructive feedback is much appreciated.
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Lynn watched the sun sink in the sky. The colors of the sunset were beautiful but not enough to quell the longing for something more. Her life on the farm left her bored. Every day was basically the same. Wake up, slide into robe and slippers, make breakfast for herself and her father, clean up from breakfast and then start on the rest of her chores. Some might be satisfied with such a simple existence (her father, Gregory, was) but Lynn wanted more. She loved reading her mother's old novels. Her mother had died when Lynn was 5 years old. Her father, always a private man who didn't feel much need for others, had further receded from the outside world and kept Lynn with him.
Lynn loved her father, and he loved her, but she wanted to meet people and see other places. She found her solace in books in the small amount of time she had left after her chores and schoolwork. Her father wouldn't even let her go into town for school because he needed her to help him with the farm. He homeschooled her himself mostly just giving her the books and materials and testing her knowledge every Saturday night. Once she "graduated" high school, she began begging for a computer so she could take online college courses.
"Now, Lynn. What do you need college for? You have plenty to do around here and we don't have a bunch of extra money laying around here to pay for classes you won't ever use."
"I could learn about money management so we could invest what we have saved and not have to worry so much about whether we'll make enough each year on the harvest. It'd be worth it, Daddy. You know you don't like Mr. Healey down at the bank and he's just hoping for an opportunity to get our land."
"Well, you're right about that but I don't know that college will help."
"At least think about the computer. Even if I can't take classes I know I could sell my preserves and maybe other things online."
A few weeks later, while Lynn was hanging clothes on the line to dry the UPS guy delivered a box. It was addressed to her father so, despite her curiosity, she set it on the table and didn't open it. Her birthday was the next day so it might be a present for her. When her father got in from checking on the fields he saw the box and grinned.
"Looks like your gift is here. No peeking! What do you want for your birthday dinner tomorrow?"
"Can we go into town? I know we both love Ms. Sammi's peach cobbler!"
It was part of their ritual. Every year for her birthday they went into town so she wouldn't have to cook her own birthday dinner and every year she asked if they could.
"Of course," he answered. "If you made me blueberry pie tonight, you can open your present right after breakfast tomorrow."
"You know I did, Daddy! You can probably smell it," she giggled.
He breathed in the delicious smell. "Yep! And it smells good!"
After their dinner, she went up to her room and relaxed on her bed with one of the books she borrowed from the library. She'd had to hide this one from her father because she knew he wouldn't approve. On the cover, a muscle-bound man was holding a half-dressed lady in his arms. She'd never checked one of these out before despite wanting to. Her father usually stayed with her at the library but he'd left her to run some errands last time and she'd seized the opportunity. As she read about the hero's seduction of the leading lady, Lynn's cheeks flushed.
Is it really like that
?
Not like I'll ever get the chance to find out if I don't leave home.
She started feeling odd: her breath speeding up, her breasts feeling tight, and a dampness between her legs. As she read some more she realized her symptoms sounded similar to what the heroine felt. The book described how the woman's looks were inflaming her lover.
Would I be beautiful enough for someone to want me?
Her lack of experiences with any guys her own age bothered her. She hoped someday to find someone to love but living alone with her father, isolated, was not going to help that dream become reality. Working all day hadn't left her with much time to be vain, and her father had done all her shopping until she started her period a few years ago. Thank goodness she hadn't had to ask her father for a bra when her breasts really started growing. Lynn shut and locked her bedroom door. She couldn't imagine the awkward explanation she would have to come up with if her father walked in on what she was about to do. She undressed and walked to the standing mirror by her closet to try and imagine what a guy would see. She had wavy dark brown hair that just covered her breasts. Gently arched brows framed her thickly lashed green eyes. Her nose was decent. Not too big. Her lips were full and dusky pink. She didn't own any makeup because here father didn't allow it. Plus, she didn't know how to apply it anyway. She brushed her hair back over her shoulders so she could examine her body. Her breasts were high and roughly the size of grapefruits and with pale pink nipples. Her skin was pale from most of her work being indoors. Her father insisted she wear a big hat when she's outside to keep from getting sunburned. Her waist tucked in then flared to her hips. She was quite short, about 5'2". Her legs were well-shaped and her tummy was pretty flat. She supposed the had her chores to thank for the lack of excess fat. She glanced at the cover of her romance novel and looked back at her reflection. Her shape was pretty similar to the cover model's.
I think I'm pretty
, she decided. She further decided that at her birthday dinner the next night she would test her theory if there were any guys near her age at the restaurant.
The morning of her 19
th
birthday dawned and Lynn threw off the covers. She'd had an intriguing dream about a handsome man caressing her whole body. She felt the moisture between her thighs and decided on a nice hot shower. She scrubbed up with her pumpkin scented body wash and then while she was all sudsy decided to let her hands trace the paths of her dream lover. She lifted her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. She slid her hand down between her legs and rubbed but wasn't sure what else to do. It felt nice but not as good as her dream. Shrugging, she rinsed, dried off, and got ready for the day. Downstairs her father was making pancakes, which were pretty much the extent of his cooking ability.
"Happy birthday, puddin'!"
"Thanks, Dad! Those smell delicious!"
The dug into their breakfast and Lynn eyeballed the package that was now sitting on the end of the table messily wrapped in newspaper.
"Sorry I forgot to buy wrapping paper."
"That's okay, Dad. You didn't have to wrap it."
"Of course I did! It wouldn't feel like a birthday gift with no wrapping paper!"
