It was night. 8:43 PM to be exact. I looked at my watch anxiously, as I sat at the bus stop, biting my lip. 'When will it be here?' I thought to myself, getting a little annoyed. Daddy was expecting me home by 9:00 and if the bus didn't hurry the hell up, I was going to be late. Three and a half minutes later, just as I was standing up to leave, the bus arrived. "How ironic," I grumbled to myself unhappily. As I deposited my bus fare, I looked around the bus for a place to sit that wasn't infested with some disgusting pervert or crazy person.
Finding a place near the back of the bus, I silently sat beside an older woman. She looked about 73 or so, and had white hair and thick-rimmed glasses. "Why hello there, dear! Why are you riding the bus so late? It gets very dangerous when the sun sets, you know! In fact, when I was a wee little girl, I was never allowed to go anywhere without me parents!" She told me, nodding in agreement with herself, in her strong Scottish accent. In my mind, I couldn't help but smile, for she reminded me much as Mrs. Doubtfire.
And so 'Mrs. Doubtfire,' who later told me her name was Ellen Lacroix, chatted for a while on the bus. I kept looking at my watch, trying to predict if I would get home in time or not. Perhaps if I was lucky I could get home with about a minute to spare, but chances of that were slim. Stop after stop, people started to get off the bus, until it was only Ellen and I left. Eventually, the bus rolled to a stop as it reached my street. I smiled and stood, waving goodbye to my new friend. "Bye Ms. Lacroix! Maybe I'll see you next time I'm on the bus?" I said, but sort of asked.
She only smiled and waved, a sort of confused look on her face. Blinking, I walked towards the door of the bus and looked at him. "Is she...okay?" I asked him, a concerned look on my face.
"Oh...She's fine, I guess. It was very nice of you to talk to her. People rarely speak to her; you know, since she has short term memory loss and all. Oh yes, it's been going on for thirty years now. She always talks about her childhood, but she can never remember things she did the day before, ya' know, Miss? She rides the bus everyday, looking for her old home, but she just cant ever remember where she lives now. It's really quite sad," the driver said, then waved goodbye to me.
Confused and a little depressed after I heard the sad tale of Ms. Ellen Lacroix, I stepped off of the bus, thinking to myself for a minute as I quietly walked home. I shivered, walking slowly, as if stepping carefully along my thoughts; I didn't want to crush them...Damn, it was cold! Perhaps Daddy would have some hot chocolate waiting for me when I arrived home. Wait a minute--- I stopped in my tracks and gasped, looking at my watch. "OH FUCK!" I cried, 9:12 staring back at me with a sickening glare. Suddenly running at full-speed, I dashed to myself, thinking of what lie I would tell my father.
Perhaps I could tell him that I--umm...was mugged? No, they would've probably killed me. Umm...I could tell him that the bus was late? No, he wouldn't believe that either. I panted softly as I finally arrived at my house, 324 Pepper St. Swallowing a little, I slowly opened our front door, pulling off my shoes at the door mat. Quietly closing the door behind me and locking it, I bit my lip and slowly started to creep up to my room. Ha-ha! Daddy was probably asleep already, and he wouldn't even catch me being late! I felt like jumping in triumph as I headed down the hallway towards my room, but I stopped outside my father's bedroom door when I saw a flickering light.
Well, curiosity grabbed a hold of me and wouldn't let go, because I slowly entered the room. It was the television that was emitting the flickering light but--what was on it? I gasped softly as I realized what it was--film of me sleeping. I was shocked and appalled at what I saw. Film of my father pulling my blankets away while I slept and pulling off my pajamas...Film of him fingering and licking at my pussy. I felt like vomiting but...at the same time, it was turning me on. I slowly sat down in my daddy's office chair, spreading my legs a little. Reaching a hand down, I gently started to play with my pussy. Rubbing and fingering my wet little hole; massaging my clitoris with my thumb, just like my father was doing on the screen. I gasped when I heard a voice from the doorway.
"I swear, you're such a slut sometimes..." The voice said, closing the door behind themself when they entered the room. I swallowed and sat up, pulling my hand from my skirt and quickly standing up. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, like a jackhammer and I backed against the wall instinctively. I was frightened and horribly humiliated, in front of a stranger. In the dim lighting I couldn't even see who it was, which frightened me even more. The person hidden in the shadows clicked off the TV with the remote and pinned me against the wall, kissing me possessively.
I struggled and fought, trying to get away, but they were much too strong. Somehow, he managed to get me to the floor, and I figured he was a male because I could feel his cock growing in his pants as he pressed against me. Dominating me was obviously turning me on. I tried to bite at him, but he only slapped me and growled. "Stop it," I cried, thrashing about, "or I'll scream! Daddy help me, please!" I screamed desperately, knowing that any second now, my father would rush through the door and save me.
But daddy didn't come. Well--not yet anyway. "Mmm...but I am helping you, baby.. Daddy's helping you lose your cherry...Mmm we don't want that nasty thing around anymore, now do we?" The voice said, which I easily recognized as my father's. I was confused, I was scared, and I was getting horribly wet at the exciting news.
