Diane On Cam Ch 01

My eyes felt like they were bugged out of their sockets and I could feel my mouth hanging open in absolute shock as I took in the images that flickered on the screen of the laptop in front of me.

I put a hand to my temple and gently massaged my head as the images continued to unfold - one after the other. I checked the menu folder and there must have been over a hundred files in there! All of them with my name - Diane - on them.

I inhaled deeply. "That fucker!"

******

Later that night, I was lying in bed and feeling a lot more relaxed and at ease with things. I'd gone over to a friends place - but I'd kept my discovery a secret and just decompressed. While it was still shocking, I didn't bother to fume and fuss about it, If I'd learned one thing in my short life, it was that I did not always function best when reacting in anger.

******

THREE MONTHS EARLIER

I crawled out of my father's SUV and looked up at his house. In the eight years since my parents had gotten divorced, I could count on one hand the number of times I'd been there.

My father opened up the back of the SUV and began pulling out some of my luggage. "Look," he sighed as he placed two suitcases on the driveway and then scooped a bag over his shoulder. "It's like I said on the drive over, Diane," he hefted the suitcases back up and walked up to me. "The situation may not be ideal, but we have got to make the best of it."

I sighed and rolled my eyes beneath my sunglasses. "You're right," I cinched my purse up over my shoulder and started to head to the back of the SUV.

"Don't worry about that," my father called out. "I'll take care of it. C'mon inside," he gestured with his head.

I slowly followed my father up to the front door. It had only been a few weeks since my mom passed away. As it was, both she and my father agreed if anything were to happen to her, it would be better for me if I stayed with my mother's sister - Aunt Corinne. That went out the window the moment Aunt Corinne plunged a knife into the chest of her live-in boyfriend.

Even though I hadn't been overly thrilled about the idea of staying with my father, I had to admit I'd dodged a bit of a bullet there. Apparently Aunt Corinne had not been doing well the past few years - a lot of drinking and an abusive relationship - but my folks hadn't bothered to change my guardian in their wills. It may have been a little soon, but I mentally - and sarcastically - thanked my mom for keeping tabs on that and changing things accordingly.

Yeah. Not exactly daughter-of-the-year material here.

So, with my dad the only other option, I had to make the move to a different city, which required switching schools during the final semester of my senior year in high school. Needless to say I was looking as forward to this as getting an enema.

My father let me into his house - my house now I guess - and told me to make myself at home. He then went about retrieving the rest of my luggage. "Help yourself to anything in the kitchen you want," he called out as he headed out the front door.

I shuffled over to the kitchen and pulled the fridge door open. Nice! There was four bottles of white wine in there, along with a fair amount of beer. I noticed tonic water and coke in there too, so I skulked around, opening up cupboards looking for the liquor stash.

My father came back inside and noticed me. "Whatcha looking for?" he asked in a tone I took as more helpful than accusatory.

"Um, a glass," I said innocently. "I figured I'd have a glass of coke if that's okay."

"Of course it is," my father replied with a smile. "Glasses are in that cupboard over there. Ice is - obviously - in the freezer."

"Thanks," I called to him as he was heading back out the door again.

I grabbed a glass and decided to get some ice, so I pulled open the top freezer door. Bingo! There was a bottle of vodka in there. I smiled as I dug my hands into a container with ice cubes in it and deposited three into my glass.

I closed the freezer door, opened up the fridge, pulled a bottle of coke from the door and poured myself a glass. I took a sip as I walked over to the back sliding door and gazed out at my father's back yard. There was a nice deck - which I remembered from the few times I'd been there - as well as a barbeque. There was a new hot-tub though. I pursed my lips and nodded as I glanced over a bit to the left. I remembered this view - I could still see the lake not five blocks from my father's house. I had to admit I had fond memories of trips to the beach whenever I had visited my father.

"Okay," my father called from behind me as he closed the door and deposited two boxes onto the floor. "That's the last of it."

"You know, I could have helped you with that," I said as I shuffled back towards the living room.

"Don't worry about it," he replied with a wave of his hand. "Do you need a nickel tour or do you remember enough? I mean your last visit was about five years ago," he shrugged.

"I think I'm good," I said nonchalantly as I took a sip of my drink.

"Well," my father said with a chuckle as he scooped up some of my belongings. "C'mon let me show you where your room is."

I took another sip of my drink and began to follow my father. "I assume it's the same room I've always slept in," I said flatly.

"Actually no," he replied as he began heading up the stairs. "I thought you might need a little more room, so I cleared out my den."

"Holy shit," I giggled from behind my father and immediately winced as I was worried he'd chastise me for 'language'. Nothing happened so I continued. "You mean I'm getting your man-cave? I feel so honored!" I laughed.

"Well," he chuckled as he reached the top of the stairs and turned to face me. "At least we know you didn't just get your mother's blue eyes," he grinned at me. "You also seem to have gotten her gift of biting sarcasm."

"Sorry," I smiled as I made it to the top of the stairs. "I didn't mean to seem like an unappreciative brat," I sighed.

"Don't worry about it," he gestured with his head. "Second door on the left."

I pivoted and headed for the door and opened it up. "I remember not being allowed in here when I visited," I said as I glanced back at him.

"Those are standard man-cave rules," he chuckled.

I opened up the door. HOLY SHIT! My father had gone all out! There was a double bed with a duvet cover on it off to the right, along with a dresser and matching vanity set off to the left. Not to mention a couple of comfy looking chairs and more closet space than I'd seen in my life. "Nicely done," I complimented him as he moved past me and put the bags on the floor in the center of the room.

"So you approve?" he asked.

"Well," I sighed. "It's a bit harsh, but I think I can manage."

******

I set about unpacking as my father headed downstairs to get something ready for dinner. As I put my things away and went about arranging my new room the way I wanted it, I did recall my father was actually a good cook.

I was finishing up arranging things on the vanity table when I sighed wistfully. This was the easy part of things. Even though my father and I hadn't had a lot of contact over the years, it's not like he was a stranger.

That's exactly what I'd run into in a couple of days when I went to my new school. I shook my head at the prospect of it. I wasn't worried about things scholastically - I was killing it in every class I had, my GPA was 3.82! Rather, it was the new people. Who knows who I'd run into - and who knows how I'd fit in coming into this new school so late in the year?

I'd been a pretty popular girl in my old school. Lots of friends, and I was secretary of the student's council too! I reached for my now empty glass and tinkled the ice in it as I surveyed my surroundings. I was content with what I beheld. I began to make my way to the door when I paused in front of the vanity mirror.

I thought again about my new school. I took in my reflection and smiled. Actually, I should be all right.

I was a pretty diminutive girl - only 5'2" and JUST tipping the scales at one hundred pounds. However I had long, brilliant red hair and dazzling blue eyes. I may have only been a B-cup, but I was nice and curvy. I also had wonderfully round hips and an ass to die for!

I gave my 'ass to die for' a playful wiggle and admired my reflection in the tight little shorts I was wearing as I left my room. I headed downstairs feeling a bit more relaxed about the situation.

Like my friends at my old school told me, I'd have no problem fitting in at the new place. I was friendly and outgoing - and I had looks on my side too!

I paused at the bottom of the stairs. Of course, I also had a bit of temper too! I couldn't help but smile as I recalled the time, when I was twelve, and I punched Timmy O'Donnell right in the face when he told me 'red heads are psycho bitches!'. Clearly my actions were not going to change his thoughts. They did however, change his teeth just a bit.

******

After dinner, my father and I were sitting out back on the deck taking in the sunset on a warm spring evening. I even managed to convince my father to let me have a glass of wine with dinner. Even though he'd offered me a glass of the bottle of red wine he'd been drinking from, I opted for one of the white wines in the fridge.

"So when did you get that thing?" I gestured with my head to the hot-tub.

"Oh," he rubbed the back of his neck. "Three or four years ago I guess."

"Is that where you entertain your lady friends?" I giggled.

"Yeah," he scoffed. "Just an endless line of them coming and going," he sighed and finished off the remnants of his glass. "Gotta get a refill," he grunted slightly as he stood up. "Be right back."

I swirled the wine in my glass as I looked back to the sun setting over the lake. It always did strike me odd that my father never seemed to have a girlfriend. Mom had several dates and a few boyfriends during the years after the divorce. After all, for a guy in his forties, my father was in pretty decent shape, reasonably attractive, and - although it was starting to go grey - a decent head of hair. He had a good job and was obviously well-off -- so why weren't there women all over him?

I glanced back over at the hot-tub and headed inside to join my father. "Um, any chance I can have another?" I asked innocently as I held out my near empty glass.

"I suppose," he sighed as he placed his glass onto the island counter in the middle of the kitchen and turned to the fridge.

"So," I said tentatively as I leaned over on the island counter. "Is the hot-tub off limits for me?"

"No," my father had a quizzical look on his face as he pulled the bottle of wine out of the fridge. "Why would it be?" he moved to the counter and filled my glass up - half way (total dad move!).

"No reason," I almost stammered. In all honesty all kinds of sordid things to say were running through my head - another one of my traits; I would say a LOT of things most people only thought of saying - but decided against. "I just wanted to know if anything here was off-limits."

"Not the hot-tub," my father said with a smile. "But," he held up the bottle of wine before putting it back in the fridge. "This will not be a normal occurrence."

"Understood," I nodded. In my head it was: We'll see about THAT! "So? Can I hop in the hot-tub?"

"Sure if you want," he replied with a shrug.

"Awesome!" I replied giddily. "I'll be right back!" I scurried up the stairs and into my room. I stripped down quickly and then dug into one of my drawers and pulled out a bikini and got into it.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and smiled mischievously. "Holy shit, Diane," I giggled. "You're gonna give the old man a heart attack."

I headed back downstairs, retrieved my wine glass from the kitchen and headed for the sliding door. I saw my father pulling the cover off the hot-tub as I opened the door and stepped out onto the deck.

"Oh dear god in heaven," he groaned when he saw me.

"Problem?" I asked playfully.

"There will be," he almost snorted at me. "If you wear that outside the house."

I couldn't help but beam a smile at him. After all these years without him in my life, he had no problem getting into 'dad protector mode'. "It's not that bad," I complained to him.

"It can't be THAT bad," he scoffed. "There's not enough material for it to qualify as anything other than a pittance!"

In all honesty, I knew it was small - too small. That was the reason I bought it! "Oh god, dad," I moaned.

Holy shit! I think that was the first time I'd called him 'dad' in like, forever.

"So, um?" I gestured to the hot-tub.

"Yeah," he raised his hands in resignation. Fathers of teenage daughters do that an awful lot apparently. "By all means."

"You gonna join me?" I asked as I placed my wine glass on the edge and began to crawl up the steps.

"No," he sighed. "I think I'm gonna go downstairs and grab my shotgun and start polishing it." He grabbed his wine glass from the table and headed inside.

I laughed - I was pretty sure he was joking. Even if he wasn't, I picked up glass and raised in toast to my father. "Congrats," I chuckled. "You have an eighteen year old daughter living at home with you. Welcome to hell," I took a gulp and then placed the glass down.

I eased myself into the bubbling water and moaned loudly as I sat down and let it envelop me. Oh wow! I loved the sensation! I was totally going to have to get myself off in here at some point!

******

That night I decided to 'christen' my new bedroom. The vanity mirror was positioned in just the right way! With just my bed-side lamp on, I could see my entire body as I lay back on the bed. The bright shock of red hair in between my legs was brilliant even in the dim lighting.

Over the past few years, I'd debated with myself - and even switched back and forth - between sporting pubic hair and shaving. As I traced my finger through my pubic hair and down to my pussy lips, I had to admit to myself - I liked how it looked! If nothing else, it proved that I was a natural red-head.

I pulled my knees up as I began to dart a finger over my clit, already feeling the moisture of my pussy. I arched my back slightly as I flicked my finger all around my clit, bringing myself closer and closer.

I writhed my hips in pleasure and felt the warm softness of the duvet underneath me. Everything about this felt right!

As the first orgasm hit me, I immediately dug my finger up inside myself and felt my slick goo spurt forth. I moaned softly. I was doing as my father had suggested by making the best of the situation.

******

"Seriously," I said after swallowing my orange juice. "I'll be fine. Go and golf or something," I placed my glass into the dishwasher. "It's not like you have to wait on me or anything."

"Are you sure?" my father asked in a skeptical voice. "I don't want to find out later that this was some kind of test, and that I flunked for abandoning you."

"No test," I chuckled as I left the kitchen and began to head upstairs. "Really," I assured him before I headed up and into the bathroom.

I tossed my robe onto the hook on the back of the bathroom door and then went and fired up the shower. As I ran my hand under the water and tested the temperature I knew I did like this set-up. My father had told me this was 'my' bathroom. He had an ensuite with a stand-up shower adjacent to his bedroom. Short of him needing to take a bath, this bathroom as all mine.

I moved to the counter and picked up a brush and ran it through my long, thick hair. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. At first I wasn't sure this whole 'moving in with my father' thing was going to work. But after christening the place last night, I was feeling pretty good this morning.

I showered pretty quickly and got myself ready for the day. I was dressed in a spaghetti-string tank top and a pair of shorts. As I finished up with my hair, I glanced into the mirror. Just a bit of foundation should do, I thought to myself. I had a very 'fresh' look to my face, so I didn't like to clutter it up with make-up. I preferred the 'natural' look.

With everything done and content with my appearance, I went to my bedroom and grabbed my purse and headed back downstairs. "Woo hoo," I called to my father as I descended the stairs. "Looking very professional!"

"Thanks," my father rolled his eyes.

He was dressed in a collared blue, short-sleeved shirt, with a pair of black shorts - and I was impressed that they didn't go past his knees. I didn't think any man wore a pair of shorts anymore that weren't past his knees! "Seriously," I assured him. "You look good," I paused and felt a smirk cross my lips. "For a guy your age."

"And there it is," my father rejoined playfully. "Okay listen," he reached to the counter and pulled up a set of keys. "Here's your set. You sure you're okay with this?"

I smiled as I accepted the keys from him. "Yes," I assured him. "Have fun golfing."

******

I made my way towards the beach nearest to my father's place. I stopped and browsed at a few shops along the way, and eventually stopped at a café and grabbed a coffee and a muffin.

I munched and sipped as I walked along feeling the warmth of a beautiful spring day. Wow! It was glorious here!

I tossed the bag and wrapper from my muffin into a trash can as I approached the street to cross to get the beach. Even though it was just before noon, it looked like there was already a lot of people out there.

After getting across the street, I ambled up the sidewalk by the fence that enclosed this part of the 'beach'. It was actually a grassy area with a couple of volleyball courts. The beach itself - and the lake - were just a short walk up from here.

I paused as I watched some of the guys playing volleyball. Nice specimens! I smiled as I knew I was getting few looks myself as I continued to walk along. I got to the entrance from the sidewalk and headed through the opening and walked up towards the beach.

A cobblestone path divided the grassy area from the sand of the beach. I got to the 'T-juncture' and downed the rest of my coffee. I tossed it into a nearby trash can and worked my way left up the path. I had my eyes on the sand and water taking in the plethora of action going on.

Some people were laying back and relaxing. A few guys were tossing a football back and forth - but the one thing I noticed is that not too many people were actually in the water.

I found an unoccupied bench and sat down and soaked up some sun. Of course, for me 'soaking up the sun' was a relative term, being a redhead and all.

I alternated my gaze between the beach and some of the people walking along in front of me. All of a sudden I heard a bit of a 'clacking' noise and as I glanced to my right I saw a guy - probably close to my age - nearing me on a skateboard. And he stopped right in front of me.

"Hi there," he said with a warm smile.

"Hi yourself," I smiled back at him.

He was probably close to six feet and in GREAT shape! He had awesome, wavy sandy-brown hair and a killer smile! His shirt was off and that was how I knew he was in great shape. He had it tucked into the back of his board shorts.

"I don't think I've seen you here before," he smiled at me.

"Probably because I haven't been here in over five years," I replied with a shrug - I was trying to play it cool, even though I thought he was incredibly hot!

"Oh yeah?" he asked as he kicked his skateboard up and grabbed it. "May I?" he gestured to the bench.

"By all means," I said in a perfectly nonchalant tone, with a wave of my hand.

"So," he asked as he sat down next to me. "Are you just visiting?"

"I was the last time," I glanced off to my left, trying to play it cool - then I saw a blonde with big tits bounce off the beach and head to the public restrooms. Holy shit, I thought. There is some serious competition in this town!