My name's Gwen. I come from the typical broken home. Two parents who once loved each other and now have a hard time just being in the same room. They finally wised up earlier this year and divorced, finally putting to rest everyone's mental pain. And like every good divorced mommy and daddy, they began a competition to see who could buy my love first.
Well Mom won the first round, buying me this awesome computer. Too bad I had to endure years of their childish fighting to finally end up with one. Then Daddy scored high, possibly throwing Mom out of the competition all together. I had my eye on this gorgeous, crystal blue Mustang, practically since I can remember. And what did I come home to find as a graduation present? You got it .... that gorgeous horse in my driveway. Daddy handed me the keys, and without realizing it, handed me keys to my sanity.
I would often get behind the wheel and escape to my own world. A place where no one was divorced, no one fought and no one put me in a tug of war just to prove they're still worthy of a title. It was my salvation and I thanked Daddy for it every chance I got. But one day, after returning home from one of my many fantasy getaways, Mom approached me.
"Ya know Gwen, I didn't buy that computer for it to just sit in your room collecting dust", she said.
"I know Mom, I get on it once in awhile", I lied, hoping to ease the tension.
"Well now that you've graduated from high school and all your friends are moving away, maybe you can use the computer to make new ones, instead of running off in that car every 5 minutes," she said.
"Yeah I'll think about it Mom," I said as I left her standing in the kitchen.
That night Mom left on one of her first "after the divorce" dates, finally leaving me with the quiet time I had been craving. As I sat in my room, undressing for my shower, my thoughts went back to the comment she had made earlier. Maybe she was right, maybe I could find some new friends online. So I tied the belt around my robe and sat down at my desk, just staring at this box with a blank screen.
I had no idea what to expect. Talking to people online was never something I had ever given much thought to. I had just wanted a computer to surf college and fashion sites. And maybe drop into Puddle of Mud's website and add to their huge girly girl fan mail list. So, needless to say, when I got to my homepage and saw all the different chatroom options, I was pretty reluctant.
But realizing I had nothing better to do that night, I finally settled on a city chat for my town here in Florida. Everyone was very nice, many hello's and a few hey baby's, but nothing major. So I decided to just watch, at least until I got the hang of this whole "chatting" deal. Within minutes, some guy had whispered me, asking me for A/S/L. So I told him I was 18/F/FL. He wrote back that that was a coincidence because he was in Florida too.
We quickly became fast friends, swapping stories and comical observations about the chatroom we had both been drawn to that night. After a brief pause, he asked me if I minded talking to older men. I replied back that age is just a number. He seemed very thrilled with that and told me he was 43, recently divorced, with one daughter and a job he hated. Jokingly I wrote back that he sounded like my dad. We both giggled and moved on.
The night quickly became early morning hours as I heard Mom return from her date. She stuck her head in for a second to tell me she was home and was going to bed. After a quick good night, I wrote back to my new friend that it was getting late and I should be going. We both made plans to meet back there that night. As I disconnected, I couldn't help but smile and be somewhat turned on. The thought of fucking an older man had always been one of my secret sexual fantasies. They had so much more to offer then these brain dead boys I had dated in the past.
The next night, as promised, we both met back in the same spot, once again, taking our secret place in the whisper box. This routine continued for weeks until we both decided it was finally time to meet. Time to put a person with the words. So we made plans to meet at my favorite restaurant for lunch. I don't know whether I was more excited or nervous. We had never exchanged pictures before so I had no idea what he even looked like. But I gave him my physical description so he wouldn't be totally lost.
As I sat there, scanning the many faces in the crowd, I suddenly spotted my dad, looking around, just as lost as I was. Quickly I ran over to him.
"Daddy!," I said, tapping on his shoulder.
"Oh hi babygirl, he said, nervously, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm meeting a friend for lunch," I answered.
"What a coincidence, so am I," he said, "Why don't we sit at the bar so we don't have to wait alone."
"Ok daddy," I answered.
I started off the conversation by asking him how he was enjoying the single life, was he dating, how was work .... things like that. He told me that he wasn't dating anyone at the moment but he had been talking to a woman on the internet and that he was meeting her here today.
"Really?!?" I asked, "Now that IS a coincidence."
"How so?", he asked.
"Well I'm meeting someone I've been talking to online too."
Suddenly we both froze, then began laughing like two kids. Could it be? Could the man I've been talking to for weeks be my own father? How could I have not picked up on that? How could I have missed something so obvious?
I did not feel shame or embarrassment, for some reason, I felt just the opposite. I began to see my father in a whole new light. I could tell he was feeling the same thing. He began to stare at me like he had never done in the past. His eyes examined my body from head to toe.
"Where's your mother?", he asked.
"She's working today, she has a big case coming up," I answered.
"Does she know about this "date" you're on?" he asked, still staring at my tits which were now accented by my nipples poking proudly thru my t-shirt.
