All characters involved in sexual situations are over 18, and all of this work is mine. No one else has permission to reproduce or sell it.
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Untethered
Chapter 3
He knew about the pictures, and the videos and he'd deliberately lied to her! She was briefly furious, and then hurt, but then realized that she really couldn't blame him, not with all that had been happening recently.
She swore loudly then, her mind a mix of jumbled feelings and emotions. She closed everything on his computer then and left it like she'd found it before returning to her room and sat on her bed, unsure of how to feel. Part of her was angry at him for lying to her, but a bigger part of her understood why he'd done it. Still, why did he save the pictures?
"Maybe he's going to use them to jerk off to?
she questioned herself. The thought intrigued and revolted her all at the same time.
She sighed and ran a hand through her blonde tresses. "I've gotta get out of the house," she said to no one. Picking up her phone, she quickly sent a text to Dakota and asked if she could come over.
"Sure thing!" came the expected reply from her friend.
"Be there in a few..." Emily sent back, and grabbed her laptop before she headed out.
Around 10 minutes later, she pulled into Dakota's driveway and headed towards the house. Dakota's dad, Charles, answered the door and smiled down at her.
"Hi Mr. Sanderson," Emily said, smiling back.
He stepped aside as he said hello to her. "Dakota's in her room, go on up."
"Thanks!" Emily said politely, and bounded up the stairs.
Knocking lightly on the door, she peeked her head in and saw Dakota look up from her desk and smile. With a wave, she ushered Emily to enter and came towards her.
"Hey there, slutty-two-shoes!" Dakota said as she grinned and moved towards her.
"Dakota!" Emily whisper-yelled.
Laughing, Dakota came up and hugged her. "He can't hear me, don't worry," she said, pulling Emily into the room before shutting the door and locking it.
Emily glanced back at the door and then around to other girl as she moved to sit on the bed.
"Planning on raping me?" she asked.
Dakota nodded and patted the bed beside her. "Yep. Gonna rape my best friend with my dad downstairs."
Emily smirked and sat on the bed. The look of consternation on her face must have been there awhile, and Dakota could easily tell that she was worried about something.
"So what's bothering you this time?" Dakota asked. She reached over to the nightstand beside her bed and took a long drink from the glass of iced tea sitting next there.
"God, where do I start?" Emily replied, dropping her head as she scooted up next to the red-head.
"Uh oh, that doesn't sound good," Dakota said, rubbing a hand comfortingly on her shoulder.
Emily sighed. "Well, we had an okay weekend, but..." she stammered, unable to continue. "I uh... sorta..."
Dakota's eyes widened then and she covered her mouth.
Emily looked over and rolled her eyes. "No, you lunatic, I didn't sleep with him. Jesus, you go to dark places."
Dakota's face returned to normal then and she exhaled in relief. "Well can you blame me?"
Emily had to give her that. "I know. It's not that far of a stretch for this tramp is it?" she asked.
"Emily, you know I didn't mean it that way," Dakota said, a hand moving to her shoulder.
Nodding, Emily looked up. "No, I know... I just... it's been a trying day."
Dakota moved closer. A sympathetic look came to her face as she looked up at Emily. "So this happened today?"
"No... it was like... Friday or Saturday of last weekend. We were having another of our talks. After we talked about how it was okay that he looked at me, I told him more of my California stories and I sort of condensed it all down for him. It seemed to be easier for him to handle it that way. I told him that I'd been with women, and men, and multiples of each at the same time. He got really turned on again, and I moved to hug him and that's when I fell.''
Dakota looked confused. "That's it?" she asked. "I thought you knew he was turned on by your stories already."
"I fell in his lap," Emily clarified, looking up at her as if she was supposed to piece it all together. She sighed, seeing that she hadn't. "I fell so that I was accidentally straddling him...," she said, "with my panties still on," she added, seeing the question on Dakota's face before she even asked it.
The redhead finally nodded in understanding. "Okay, so? I've seen you guys hug like that before. It's not so weird."
Emily sighed. "Dakota, I was sitting in my father's lap and he had a hard-on..."
Dakota's eyes were wide again, but then confusion crossed her face. "But wait, you said that you guys didn't..."
Emily grew a little frustrated then. "I didn't fuck my own Dad!" she said, exasperated. "I sat down on him and felt his dick slide right up the front of my panties." The second part of the sentence was much quieter than her first proclamation.
"Oh...," Dakota said, finally understanding.
"It had been so long since I'd felt an erection, and he was so... turned on," Emily said, closing her eyes. "I felt him as I fell on him, and then again as I pushed him up against my pussy." She lowered her face in shame then as a tear appeared at the corner of her eye. "I couldn't help it... we were both just sitting there for what seemed like hours and I couldn't help myself. I pushed into him and... and..."
She covered her face with her hands then. "I felt so bad about it afterwards, even during, but I couldn't stop myself from dry humping my own father!"
Dakota nodded slowly, absorbing it all.
"I apologized immediately and ran upstairs, and of course he followed me and comforted me. He immediately said it was his fault, that he shouldn't have been excited and etc, etc, etc... I just don't know what's the matter with me anymore."
Dakota squeezed her hand and continued listening while Emily divulged everything that happened.
"Sunday morning, I went to church, and then came home and we talked some more. We seemed to move past it, and kind of accepted that it had happened, but we weren't going to let it make us crazy."
Dakota took another sip of her tea, but continued to listen quietly.
"That afternoon, I tried to use my laptop and get my email, but it had an error, so I asked my dad to fix it. He let me use his computer while he was working on it, and so I checked my email. I hadn't checked in forever, so I was expecting something from my friends in California. I got an email from Shawn."
Dakota nodded. "Was he upset?"
Emily shook her head. "No, he'd seemed to have accepted that I'd had enough of what had happened in California, that it had been too much for me and that I'd just went home. The email he sent wasn't to check up on me, it was to send me something."
Dakota continued listening.
"The attachment was large, and it took forever to download. I didn't want to wait, so I went downstairs to fix us dinner while it downloaded and I just told dad that he could call me when it was done. I had no clue what it was, honestly."
She flipped open her laptop and turned it on.
"Dad told me after it had finished that it was corrupt and couldn't be saved, and got my laptop working after a few days. The week itself turned out to be pretty normal, and we didn't see each other very much. When we did, it was business as usual. I mean, he would look at me when I bent over, or I'd catch him looking at my panties or my breasts, but it wasn't anything that hadn't happened before."
Dakota nodded, listening.
"Then, when I finally got my laptop back, I checked my email again and re-downloaded the attachment that Shawn had sent me. I figured maybe Dad's computer caused some error with it. When I opened the attachment, I saw that it was all of our pictures and movies together. See... I let him take pictures of us when we were fooling around..." she said, looking down and waiting for her friend to berate her.
"Can I see them?" Dakota asked, instead. She was too good of a friend to punish her for that small of a thing.
Emily shrugged, opening the archive and passing the computer to her friend.
"The problem is, I found an archive of these on Dad's computer, after he told me that he couldn't get them to open correctly."
"No!" Dakota said, genuinely surprised. Her face fell then, "Well, he probably didn't know what to do with them. I mean, they were of you and your lovers..."
Emily shrugged. "I don't know, but he had them hidden under lots of differently named folders. I had to call the computer help desk at school to get help finding them."
Dakota shook her head. "I'm sure he was just in shock... he'd just seen lots of nude pictures of his only daughter."
Emily turned and looked at the laptop that Dakota was looking at. "What are you looking for?" she asked.