This is Chapter 7 of the Art Teacher Romance Series. I think this story benefits if you, the reader, know a little bit about the background of the two main characters, Terry and Anne. I recommend that you read at least one of the prior chapters; and I hope you will be inspired to read them all.
Also, you might enjoy the "Art Class with Julie" series which appears in the Erotic Couplings section. Terry, one of the two main characters in this story, is first introduced in "Art Class with Julie Chapter 03." Other characters appearing here were first introduced in that series as well.
Comments and criticism is always welcome.
The highway stretched out for miles ahead. The flat Illinois landscape was broken up only by farm houses, barns and silos. Puffy white clouds added depth to the blue sky. For all its beauty, the landscape did nothing to stir Terry from her melancholy mood. After two hours of driving, she finally hit the city limits. La Salle, Illinois; Terry's home town. Ten minutes after crossing the city line she was pulling her car into her father's driveway. The little house where she grew was situated on an acre of open land. She tried to visit her father every month, just to check up on him. But she also came back when she needed the feeling of home.
"Kitten!" John Andrews shouted when he saw Terry come into in the house. Terry's father, John, was a strapping big man, six foot five inches tall, topped off by thinning straw colored hair. He wore blue dungarees, a tan colored canvas shirt, and broken in work boots. This was how he dressed every day but Sunday. John Andrews was the only man Terry ever truly loved. Terry ran up to her dad, wrapped her arms around his big body and hugged him tight.
John had been calling Terry 'Kitten' pretty much all her life. Certainly as long as she could remember; probably even before her mother died when Terry was just three years old. Growing up after that it had always been just been Big John Andrews and his daughter Terry. She didn't allow anyone else to call her 'kitten;' not even her step mother, who John married after Terry left for college.
Terry had no secrets from her father; not about her life style and not about her friends. John knew that Terry wouldn't be bringing home a son-in-law for him. That wasn't Terry. John understood and simply wanted his daughter to be happy. But today he could tell she was not happy.
"Why the long face, Kitten" John asked holding his daughter at arms length to look intently into her eyes.
"Oh, Daddy," Terry whispered, as she slipped back into his arms, rested her head his against his chest, and started to cry. John held her tight, patting her back gently with his big bear claw hands. After two or three minutes of this, Terry settled down.
"Take yourself a minute, Kitten,' John said. "Go upstairs and wash your face, put on some comfy clothes. Then come back down here and tell me what has you so upset."
Terry stood on her tippy toes, kissed her father's cheek, and ran upstairs. She went into her old bedroom. Her father had updated the room since she first left home for college fifteen years ago. It was still a girl's room, pink roses on the wall paper, lacey curtains covering the windows, but not a little girl's room anymore. It was still Terry's room. She took off her shirt and faded jeans, tossed them into the corner for later; a teenage habit that only reemerged when she was back at her father's house. She walked into the bathroom where she took off her bra and panties. She wanted to take a shower before talking to her father. He'd understand the delay.
She started the water in the tub to let it get hot and then turned the lever to shift the flow up to the shower, stepping into the bathtub just as the hot water started raining down. Terry let the warm water wash over her head, down her breasts, along her thighs; the warmth soaking into her emotionally exhausted body. She could feel her muscles loosening up; she realized that she had been clenching her back and shoulders together, maybe for the whole time she was driving from Chicago. As her whole body finally relaxed, Terry felt the intense urge to pee. Making sure the drain was open, she let go with a hot stream. Her pee merged into the water flowing down her belly and over the vee of her crotch; then swirled down into the drain.
Now fully relaxed, she took a step backward in the tub, allowing the force of the shower spray to pound against her pubic hair. The first ripples of pleasure soon radiated from her pussy. Not really thinking, but only moving as the need came over her, she used the middle finger of her right hand to lightly caress her inner pussy lips for a minute or so. The water from the shower continued to pound down on her as she slowly moved her finger up along the side of her clitoris. Terry leaned back, tilting her head back slightly, to allow the full force of the shower to come down on the hood protecting her delicate flower bud. She continued to stroke along side her clit, focusing all of the sensations on this one little point of pleasure. She felt her knees start to wiggle as the first waves of an orgasm began to course through her body. Terry quickened the motion of her hand, as she felt contractions in her sphincter and high up in her pussy. A small squeal of pleasure peeped out of her throat as she gasped for breath. When she was done, Terry stayed in the shower for three or more four minutes, regaining her composure. Then she got out, dressed and went back downstairs to talk to her father.
"Hey! Wait a minute, young lady," John bellowed as Terry came down the stairs. "That shirt was hanging up neatly in my closet the last time I looked!"
"Yep, that's exactly where I found it; hanging up in your closet," Terry answered, a smile fully taking over her pretty face. The first smile her father had seen from her this visit. For as long as she could remember, Terry was always the most comfortable when she could wrap herself up in one of her fathers big shirts.
"Oh, heck, its worth giving up a shirt just to see you smile. Now come on, Kitten, sit down on the couch and tell me what's got you so upset."
Terry knew she'd have to tell her father, well not exactly everything, but enough so he could see what she'd been through. And really, that's pretty much why she came for this visit. Her Daddy would understand her. Terry sat on the couch; John sat down next to her. Terry leaned her head against her father's shoulder.
"I've been seeing someone, Daddy," Terry began. "Her name is Anne." Terry explained how she and Anne had met three months earlier on the North Shore commuter train in Chicago; and how they lived in neighboring suburbs. "Anne is really wonderful. Pretty. Caring. I kind of fell for her right from the start. And you know, that hasn't really happened very much for me."
"I know, Kitten, you've always been kind of picky with your friends." John reached over and took his daughter's hand, comforting her with that simple gesture.
"Well, unfortunately, I don't always make the best choices. Anne is married to a guy she loves. They've been married for twenty two years. She's a little older then me, as you probably figured. She even has two kids in college. So I guess I should have known right from the start that getting involved with her was a big mistake. And it really was my mistake. I kind of pushed and she kind of let me and next thing I knew, well, you know." Terry could talk to her father about anything, but the details were never necessary. John knew what two people could do; it didn't matter their gender. That part wasn't important and he didn't need to hear it.
"I'd see Anne maybe two or three days a week, when her husband was in New York on business. He's in finance or something like that. So for two or three nights each week, I could be with her. The rest of the time, I'd work, or spend the weekends painting, getting ready for my gallery opening. The last three months have been really happy."
"I thought you seemed sort of flighty the last time you were here," John said, referring to Terry's visit on Easter weekend.
"Yep, that was pretty much right in the middle of everything."
