This is a story of fantasy. i do not condone these behaviors. All characters are over the age of 18.
Slow build to a story that will have many chapters.
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So, life is funny sometimes. My name is Maddie, and I was moving along in my life that has had its traumatic experiences. For instance, I lost my mother to cancer when I was ten years old. She had a brutal battle with cancer, and I had to watch my father struggle to make her comfortable at the end of her life. Then, I watched my father struggle to hold it together for the next few years while still trying to give me as good of a childhood as he could. My father struggled emotionally, but he always prioritized me. If you were looking from the outside, you would have admired and respected my dad. He had some help through the years from his friends and their wives. Specifically, his friends Bethany, Carlos, Fred, my uncle Billy, and their wives. They would help with carpooling me to and from school when my father had to work long hours to provide for him and me.
By the time I reached my teen years, my father had started to come out of his funk. We had settled into a quiet, decent life. We had a decent house that he and my mother purchased when they first married. Carlos and his family lived on the same street as us. While Fred and my uncle Billy lived in the same town with their families. Carlos had a daughter the same age as me, but we didn't run in the same circles growing up. Uncle Billy and his wife never had kids, but they are raising his wife's nephew, Timmy, because his parents struggle with drugs. Timmy is ten, and I babysit a lot for them when either of them needs help. My uncle works normal hours, but his wife Tina works overnight and, sometimes Billy works overtime. when they need childcare, I help out because i have no life. Fred and his wife have a son named Jay.
Jay and I hung out growing up. I wouldn't say we dated when we were eighteen, but we had something that people were not aware of. Jay never admitted we had anything even though we spent a lot of time together, and he was the first and only person I had been with; when it ended, it did a number on me. We were nineteen when we went our separate ways. Although I was upset, I understood that it needed to end.
I didn't know where Bethany lived. She did have a husband but no children. I found it odd that she would hang out with the guys while her husband didn't, but it was nice having a woman around on the nights they were all together. She was especially helpful when Jay and I ended our fling.
You may be asking why Jay was the only person I had been with and why Jay didn't want it public. I have always been aware of my looks. I am short, like, a little under five feet short. I am told that my face is plain Jane-looking. I have pale skin with brown eyes and hair, along with a freckled face, which makes me look younger than I really am. My body is a bit on the thick side. I have thick legs and a fat bum for someone my height, with A-cup breasts, and wider hips than most women my size. So, in other words, I didn't have a lot of guys lusting after me. For Jay, I was convenient. My father's friends would be at my house a lot, playing cards, watching sports, and of course, drinking with no wives around to complain about it. Jay would come with his father, and things just happened between us.
Since graduating high school, I've worked as a waitress at the diner my father owns. He and my mother started the diner before I was born. I had been helping out there since I was old enough to carry a tray. I liked working there and my father has been preparing me to take over.
When I turned nineteen, Bethany stopped coming over. I have no idea why she abruptly stopped being friends with my father and his friends. When I asked, I was told she didn't want to hang out anymore. That's when my father and his friends started to have me waiting on them when they would play cards or watch football on Sundays. They were always nice and would tip me at the end of the night. Their routines were always the same, the bar on Friday, cards on Saturday, and football on Sunday.
This routine continued until I turned twenty-one last year. A week before my birthday, Billy told my father that he should let me go to the bar to celebrate turning twenty-one. My father didn't think I'd be interested, so he asked, "Maddie, you don't want to come to the bar, right? You guys are crazy. I don't want her at that dive. I'd have to fight guys to keep them away from her. She doesn't want to go there. Plus, she needs to be up early on Saturday for work. Right, Maddie?"
Because I never did anything to make my father worry about me, he thought I was the perfect girl. He was oblivious to the fact that I had come home drunk on occasion. I was flattered that his friends wanted to celebrate my birthday with me. I had grown up with these guys in my life. I also didn't have friends in this town anymore. All my friends that I grew up with had moved on to college or the military. I typically work, then come home. My days at diner begin at five in the morning and don't end until five or six in the evening. The thought of going out and letting loose sounded like fun to me. Even though I am a lightweight when it comes to drinking, I at least know I'd be safe with my dad and his friends. "Wrong, Dad. I'm not as innocent as you think I am," I said with a slight laugh. "I need to have fun too. I'm in, Billy. Are all of us going out," I asked. Then, I followed up with, "Are you guys finally having me replace Bethany?"
My Dads friends cheered my response while my father looked stoic. All of them said they were in, and they were looking forward to having me along. It was Friday, so after the cheering was over, they left to go to the bar. On their way out, they each walked by, giving me a high-five as they went to the bar, saying, "One more week, and we have a new Bethany." I was looking forward to a night out. It seemed like all I did was work and take care of my father and his merry bunch when I was home. Now, I was going to be able to go out and have them take care of me for a change.
When my father walked by, he said, "You are not the new Bethany. Don't talk about things unless you know the whole story. Ok?"
"Sure, Dad. Sorry about that." I was confused. The guys thought it was funny that I could be the new Bethany, but my father did not find it amusing. I blew it off, thinking there's probably more to the story than I know.
The following day was a busy day at the diner. We were slammed all day, and I was exhausted when I got home. Before my father and friends started their card game, I decided to take a bath. Fortunately for me, I had my own bathroom next to my room. My father's bedroom was on the first floor, and he had a huge bathroom down there. On the second level was my bedroom, a guest room, and a full bathroom that nobody ever used. On occasion, one of my father's friends would get into trouble with their wife, and they would sleep in the spare room, but otherwise, the second floor was mine. It was on this day that I noticed things started to change. I was leaving the bathroom after taking my well-deserved bath. When I opened the bathroom door, I was startled by Fred waiting for me to come out. I yelped because I didn't expect anyone to be there, along with being wrapped in a towel. "Shit," I yelled.
Fred was apologetic, "Fuck, Maddie. Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Carlos is blowing the bathroom up downstairs, and I didn't know you were home. I'm sorry for scaring you."
My hand was on my chest, and I could feel my heart pounding through my chest. "No problem, Fred. I'm not used to anyone being up here. You look more scared than I feel," I said through a nervous laugh. Fred stood there awkwardly as we both were silent. It dawned on me that he must be as uncomfortable as I was. I needed to get into my room, and he was in front of my bedroom door. "Umm...Fred...You're in front of my door. I need to get by you."
Fred had a weird look on his face as he stammered through speaking, "Yeah...Ah...Sorry about that...Have fun getting dressed...Fuck, you know what I mean. Go get dressed, I meant...Fuck sorry, this is uncomfortable."
I giggled at how uncomfortable he was as I squeezed by him, saying, "It's cool, Fred. No worries." I went into my room and could see how red I was in my mirror. That was weird, I thought. None of my father's friends had ever gotten weird like that around me. It was even weirder for Fred to get weird around me like that because I spent more time around him from all the time I had spent with his son, Jay.
I got over my embarrassment and dried myself. I threw on a pair of leggings and a comfy T-shirt, my typical clothes when I am home taking care of my father and his friends. The only comfort of having small breasts is the fact that I didn't need to wear a bra all the time without it being noticeable. I went downstairs, and they had already started drinking. I was told that they were going to watch MMA fighting instead of playing cards tonight. This meant they were going to be more obnoxious than usual. They loved the violence of the fights. They would get loud, while Carlos would want to do demonstrations on how to defend yourself from certain moves. Carlos taught some kind of fighting class, and he did a self-defense class for women at the gym. He would encourage me to take the class all the time. I never felt the need to take it. On the plus side of the fights, they are less needy than when playing cards. None of them trust each other enough to leave the card table, so they have me sit in their spot to make sure no one cheats. Occasionally, I would play if one of them couldn't make it to the game. Sometimes, I would do well, but most of the time, I would lose badly. Luckily, they only used one-dollar bills to play with a total of fifty dollars per person. I liked playing with them. They treated me like an equal, which was better than waiting on them hand and foot.
I asked them, "What does everyone need before I take the night off?" Shockingly, they all said beer. My father asked if I would make them some buffalo dip. I knew it was too good to be true that I would have the night off.
I brought them all beers when Fred asked, "Do you need any help with anything?"
I was surprised by his willingness to offer help. "I don't think so, Fred. Thanks for asking. God forbid any of you ever offer to help, though," I said sincerely. I thought it was sweet that he would offer. Then I threw a dig at the rest of them. "See, guys, that's what chivalry looks like. You deadbeats could learn from Fred," I said while laughing as I went into the kitchen. I could hear them making fun of Fred, calling him an ass-kisser. It was out of character for any of them to offer help. The timing of it made me curious. Was it because he felt guilty about invading my space and seeing me in a towel?
I looked to see if I had everything; I needed to make a dip, but I realized that I would need to go to the store. My car was blocked in the driveway by Fred's car, so I told him I needed him to move to let me out. Again, I was surprised by his response. "How about I drive you to the market? We probably need more beer anyway. I can't wait for you to be twenty-one officially. Then we can send you on beer runs." The rest of the guys started laughing and telling Fred he got his man card back.
"Haha, assholes. I'm not going to be making liquor store runs for you deadbeats. I don't know how any of you got your wives to consider marrying you. None of you have any manners. That's probably what scared Bethany away," I shot back sarcastically. "Come on, Fred, you are officially my Uber driver tonight." They liked it when I talked back to them, but there was something about Bethany being mentioned that caused them to hold back their usual laughing at my smartass comment.
Carlos broke the awkwardness by chiming in, "If you're going to talk shit like that, you need to consider learning how to fight. I'm just saying you could get free classes."
