Copyright by Bobbs
Mf,inc. Slow start, but when it heats up, it really heats up. Keep reading, I promise, you won't regret it!!
Chapter 1
Tom was a tall man, a stately figure at over 6' tall. His short dark hair accentuated his light hazel eyes. He worked as a freelance writer. He was always so busy with work that Amanda didn't think her Dad even noticed her. Tom spent all of his time on his computer typing away into the wee hours of the night. Amanda would wake in the night sometimes, and sneak into his office. She would see her father pecking away at his keyboard, he seemed to be memorized by the glowing computer screen. He never noticed that she was watching him.
Paula, well, she wasn't exactly what Amanda would have liked in a Mother. She herself was a statuesque figure, almost as tall as Tom. Paula worked in an administrative position at a local bank. She seemed cold and distant, not just to Amanda, but to Tom as well. Paula would freely admit that she wasn't cut out to be a Mom. She worked all day, coming home long enough to change before going out several nights every week to spend time with her friends from work.
Amanda at only 5'1" tall, felt invisible. Her blonde hair was cut simply at shoulder length, and her sweet disposition went unnoticed by everyone around her. Her family didn't pay much attention to her, until, she turned 18. Amanda's petite little body sprouted small breasts that filled out nicely over the last year. She left a small tuft of blonde hair growing just above the slit on her little mound, choosing to shave the rest clean, she liked it smooth. The changes in her body used to confuse Amanda. Most girls growing up had a Mom to explain things to them, but Amanda couldn't talk to her Mom and was too embarrassed to discuss these things with her father. She struggled with the issues by herself, often wishing she was closer to either one of her parents.
Paula was always too busy to spend much time with either Amanda or Tom. Her work seemed to take priority in her busy life. Paula did most of the shopping for them on her lunch hour or after work.
By the time Amanda needed her first bra, she was almost an adult. She probably wouldn't have gotten one then, if it wasn't for her Uncle Jack's shameful behavior one weekend. He came over for a visit, Amanda ran out to greet him in the driveway. Jack hadn't seen Amanda for almost a year and he noticed that her body jiggled where things didn't used to be. He jokingly told her to "Put band-aid over those things!"
Amanda was a bit embarrassed, but, she didn't know any better. She walked to the house by his side, and headed directly to the bathroom. Amanda opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the biggest band-aids she could find. She lifted her shirt over her breasts, and carefully positioned a band-aid over each nipple. Amanda walked proudly out of the bathroom, thinking nobody would be able to see her nipples anymore.
Unfortunately for Amanda, her thin white T-shirt was a bit too tight. It just happened to accentuate the band-aids over her nipples, showing a clear outline of each one. Amanda headed to the kitchen to join the lively conversation between her Dad and her Uncle Jack. Uncle Jack was the first to notice, he watched her walk into the kitchen where he and Tom were talking. His laughter seemed to build up and roll out of his entire body.
Amanda didn't know why they were laughing. She knew he was laughing at her, but she did not know what she had done to cause such an uproarious scene. Tom took her aside and whispered "Honey, go take those band-aids off and wear your swim suit top until your Momma can get to the store to buy you a bra."
Amanda was humiliated, they were laughing at her! She ran to her room and cried the rest of the afternoon. Uncle Jack was so mean!
Paula left a bra on the kitchen table for Amanda the next afternoon. It was one of those ugly sports bras that do nothing to make a girl feel sexy. Amanda so wanted to be sexy. Nobody ever noticed her, unless it was to laugh at her, she thought to herself. She wore the ugly bra, but she didn't like it.
Several weeks later Amanda had a horrible accident. It was horrible to begin with anyway. Amanda was looking forward to the weekend on a beautiful Friday afternoon. She was horseback riding with one of her friends. Her girlfriend Karen dared her to jump the horse over the fence leading into the green pasture where they like to ride. Like most kids, Amanda was a sucker for a dare.
She got the gentle mare going as fast as she could, held her breath, heading at full speed toward the fence. When the mare realized what was in store for her, she stopped in mid gait. This sent Amanda hurling through the air, over the fence. Amanda tried to break her fall with her arms, but the velocity was more than her fragile bones could sustain. When she awoke, she had no memory of the landing. The only thing she remembered was the searing pain in her arms.
After a visit to the hospital with her father, and two casts later, she finally got to go home and cry herself to sleep again. It had been such a horrible year, but at least she got to pick the color of the casts she had to wear for the next six weeks. She always loved green, it matched the color of her eyes.
Amanda woke the next morning to a beautiful spring day. She rolled over, stretched, and remembered, she had broken both of her arms the day before. How was she supposed to take a shower? She got herself out of bed, walked downstairs to the kitchen. Daddy was at the table reading the paper and drinking his coffee. "Daddy, I need to take a shower. How do shower if I can't get my arms wet?" Amanda asked him.
Tom looked up from his paper momentarily and said "Don't worry about it this morning, wait and take a shower after your Momma gets home tonight. She'll help you with your bath."
Amanda shrugged her shoulders and returned to her room. She searched for the remote, deciding she didn't have much of an appetite anyway. She spent the morning in her room watching Saturday cartoons and waited for her Mom to get home from work.
Amanda heard the phone ring, and ran out into the hall to pick up, but her Dad had already answered downstairs. She never knew quite what made her do it, but rather than hang up, she listened to their conversation. Her Dad was angry with her Mom, he yelled at her "Fine, then why don't you just stay there! If Amanda isn't important enough for you to come home, maybe you shouldn't come home at all!" He bellowed.
Her Mom sounded just as angry with her Dad when she said "You know Tom, all you do is sit around on your ass all day, writing your perverted little stories for your sick little friends!" "Why can't you take care of her? Are you afraid of giving her a bath?" She asked taunting him. "And, where in the hell, do you get off telling me what I can or can't do after work?"
"Now wait just one minute Paula, you know damned well that you enjoy reading my stories as much as any one of those ‘perverts' out there. As a matter of fact, I believe your favorites are the ones about lesbians." He paused. "Hmm, I wonder why that is you slut!" he threw the ugly word at her. "You think I don't know what you and your ‘girlfriends' are out doing every night? Do you think I am that stupid? If your pussy is more important than helping with Manda, then go get fucked you heartless bitch! And don't bother coming back!" He added.
Amanda heard her Mom's tone change, she was almost taunting him. "Well, Honey," She drawled, "Why do you suppose that is?" "Could it be that women know how to please women, but men, well they only know how to please themselves?"
