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I heard the sound of a car door slamming and my daughter's voice raised in anger. The fact that I could hear her over the rolling thunder was a testament to how upset she was. I counted to ten before the door flew open and my teenage daughter stood there in all her sopping glory. Her cornflower hair was plastered to her skull, as was her t-shirt to her chest and it was obvious even from here she hadn't worn a bra out of the house again. I got up without a word and fetched a couple of towels, one for her head one for the rest of her and lastly one for the floor.
"I take it Dennis and you had another fight?" Her only response was to throw her drenched body against me as her arms went around my neck as she sobbed. She was incoherent for a long time until she lifted her face to mine it was impossible to distinguish her tears from the rain water freely flowing from her head and pooling at her feet.
"I am so sorry sweetie, but if only you could see what a worthless piece of shit he is." I don't believe I could have chosen the worst words to say just then. Her body became frenetic trying to get away from me.
"Daddy! You don't understandโฆ" it always started with the same words. "I mean you are old and just don't get it." Those were the worst words she could have said my anger rose up to meet hers head on. I mean I love my daughter but she is so thick headed at times.
"Oh I'm old am I?" She saw her mistake and tried to back peddle but failed miserably.
"It's justโฆ" My eyes narrowed as she continued and saw that her position was hopeless and left the fight before it escalated and soon there came the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut. I sighed walked over and closed the front door and then sunk back down into my chair my eye fixing on the towel where she had stood not a minute before. When did my baby girl become a woman? Granted she was a college freshman but tonight feeling her very adult form pressed against me reminded me of my dead wife and how much I missed her. I never remarried and dated little; it upset my daughter too much. All that sexual energy needed release and I guess it was back to tried and true friend, my hand. I rose to my feet grabbed the towel, made a pit stop in the kitchen for a beer then it was up the stairs to check on her to see if she was okay. I paused before the door and could hear her sobbing still.
"Steph, are you ok?" I got no response so I opened the door and there she lay on her bed her head at the far end her body wrapped in a towel. My mouth hung open and I was grateful she was facing away from me. Her ass, so much like her mother's, was barely covered and I could just make out the lips of her sex. I bent down to collect her wet clothes lying on the floor, as my angle changed I could clearly see her young sex and it looked so appetizing, I immediately chastised myself for such thoughts. But hell six years of celibacy weighs on a guy. I licked my lips and stood up again.
"Honey, I'm sor-" I never even finished.
"Just go away will you?" She didn't even look at me. The rage and something else took over. I snatched the towel from her and that got her attention.
"Daddy!" She spun around and I got a good eyeful of her well-formed young body. Her body so like her mother's and well I 'll be damned she shaved her pussy. I pointed in mock shock.
"When did you start doing that?" Her eyes looked down at the damning evidence.
"Wellโฆ" now it was my time to cut her off.