(for Pam, because you asked...)
"-I should have been a musician," Amy's father said. "There's good money in it."
They shared the three seater couch with an empty space between them. On TV the Blues Brothers were playing a gig at Bob's Country Bunker.
Amy smiled. He had a guitar in his bedroom and couldn't play a note.
She liked to watch her father watch TV. If it was something he liked he often smiled to himself.
Now he smiled at his own joke and turned back to the screen. The only light in the room came from the TV and it flickered on his face painting shadows then erasing them.
-If he was going to touch her she wondered how he'd start. Her skirt was short, even shorter now she was sitting down.
Perhaps he'd do something lame like a shy guy in the cinema; stretch, then put his arm around her?
Or would she feel his big hand on her knee, gently caressing before slowly moving higher as they both stared at the TV as if nothing was happening?
Would she dare to open her legs?
She didn't know. She might, the way she was feeling then.
Amy wondered absently if there was something wrong with her. It seemed all she thought about lately was...
-sex-
-masturbation-
-her father-
And those kinds of thoughts always made her heart beat a little faster. Made her feel nice inside...
-guilty, but nice..
She played with her hair and watched the movie. Sometimes she glanced at her father as she wondered just how aware of her he was; like right now he could be thinking how short her skirt was, stealing glances at her legs...
-dreaming about her panties-
-wondering what colour they were-
-perhaps even thinking about touching her and wondering how she'd react..
The thought occurred to her that they could both be thinking along the same sexy lines and neither of them would ever know.
That was kind of exciting and sad at the same time and Amy sighed and was surprised when her father turned to look at her.
-Was it that loud a sigh?
"All right?" he asked.
She nodded and smiled.
"-Bored?"
"Nope."
"We could watch something else."
"This is all right."
He looked at her a moment longer; what was he thinking? She didn't know. She couldn't know.
He turned back to the TV, crossed his feet at the ankles, and stretched out his legs.
In the stories she enjoyed everything just happened, one thing followed another, someone made the first move and it all went from there...
-hot father, daughter action...
-big, warm hands on soft, sensitive skin...
-experienced fingers...
-panting and breathless whispers...
Amy was aware of her body reacting predictably to her thoughts and she gently squeezed her thighs together. -If only real life was the same as stories, she thought. If only she knew what he was thinking, or if he even thought of her that way at all...
-if only this, if only that...
I'm sitting in the dark beside him and I'm wet, she thought, with an accompanying secret thrill of pleasure.
She pressed her bottom a little deeper into the soft couch.
-I'm wet Daddy...
