I'm a 19 year old college freshman living and studying at home due to the Covid stuff. I had looked forward to getting out on my own and having the first year college experience or experiences... I am an only child and lucky to have wealthy parents the make sure i want for nothing.
I am Daddy's girl and he knows it. Any time Mom says "no" all I have to do is go to Daddy and I get my way. He takes the heat with Mom. I love him for that and much more...
So my Mom took a trip with the girls to Palm Springs for some fun and who knows what else, it's an annual thing and she always comes back happy and smiling. good for her and me, no arguments, at least for a while.
It was Friday night and I was a bit bored Mom being away and Dad doing something at work. He is a Doctor so often works late when something unexpected comes up at his practice. My dad is is a Stud. He is 6'5" works out every day and is is still built like the All American Basketball player he was in College. He could have gone pro but opted for Medical school.
I got his height and a lot of his athleticism, I'm almost 6 feet tall and was a varsity runner for 4 years in high school. I hope to be running again in college when the sports resume. I'm a natural blond and although my boobs are a little small my toned body and long hair never fails to turn heads.
Here's what happened when I decided to take Daddy's Porsche out for a trip to the Store last Friday night:
I am forbidden to drive the Porsche ever since Daddy bought in 2 years ago. it a Turbo 911 some ungodly amount of horsepower and it is (or was) Daddy's favorite toy. Nobody gets to drive it but him. I can only describe the power from the passenger seat but my head would snap back whenever Daddy pulled out onto the freeway. Daddy always smiled when he saw the look of amazement on my face feeling the power of that car take off. Why i disobeyed him and took the car is something i will always cherish. I learned a valuable lesson from Daddy.
It was about 5:00 PM and I was getting hungry. I checked the fridge and it was full of all the healthy stuff Mom buys. Not Interested. I needed some decadent comfort food to end the week. Besides I had popped an edible gummy and was getting the munchies.
I found the Porsche key and backed it out of the garage and was idling down the street toward my next stop at the local Taco Bell. I stopped at the Corner looked both ways and stepped on the gas a little too hard. Before i knew it I shot across the the street, no time to even finish turning the wheel bang right into the curb. I felt the bang and and scrape of metal against cement. I had no time to react. I hit the brakes as the rear tire went up the curb and stopped sitting on the side walk.
"SHIT, What the fuck did I just do?" I said it out loud.
The car was still running and i figured I better get off the sidewalk before someone saw what happened. I backed the car off with a loud scrape as the under carriage made contact with the curb. I could tell the front tire was flat and I literally backed up to our driveway and pulled the car into the garage where it had been before. i closed the garage door and went inside. My thoughts about how i would get out of this one began to swirl in my head. Thank God Mom was away, she would be one to reckon with, or so i thought. My buzz from the edibles was long gone and i kept replaying what happened in my head. I was still hungry and all that interested was some toast with butter and a cup of herbal tea. The toast had just popped when I heard the garage door open, Daddy was home and I hoped he wouldn't see what I had done, I was dreaming. The next thing I heard was a resounding:
"WHAT THE FUCK!" He yelled.
Daddy did not curse much and the f-bomb was only in Mom's vocabulary and was usually reserved for me. I started to shake. I heard the garage door close and the mud room door open and slam hard.
"Uh-Oh." I said. His face was beet red and eyes squinting at me.
"You did that didn't you?" he said.
"Uh." Was all that came out, I started to cry.
That caught him off guard a little and his look softened.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
I was sobbing at this point. Mascara was starting to run down my cheeks.
"I didn't know it was that fast, it happened so quick." I said.
"Are you hurt?" he said.
I shook my head no.
He stood for at least 2 full minutes composing himself, looking down at me, the red was starting to leave his face. His eyes began to open and his fists were no longer clenched. I was still sobbing.
"Leave me alone for a while, just leave me alone." He said.
I left him in the kitchen, my toast and tea on the counter. I went to my room and took a long shower. It relaxed me as I washed the mascara off my face and felt the warmth return to my body. Somehow I felt icy cold in the kitchen, maybe the shock of what I had done or maybe just the edible wearing off. I washed every part of me twice not wanting to see my Dad again ever. I was in the shower for at least an hour, my fingers shriveled from the water. I got out, slowly dried off, dried my hair and put on a robe. I popped another gummy to calm down. I was still a but spun up mentally. I quietly snuck downstairs to see what was next.
He was sitting in the Kitchen, his back to me and I could see a glass and a bottle of his favorite Scotch whiskey next to a glass. The bottle was half empty. I slowly approached and touched his back, he jumped. I had snuck up on him and he was not ready for the touch.
"Dammit." He said.
"Tell me what happened."
I recounted the story, of course leaving the part of the edible out.
"I told you to never drive my Porsche, right?" He said.
"I know, and now I know why, it's too fast." I said.
"Right, and you disobeyed me, did anyone see what happened?"
"No cars came by and no doors opened on the street." I said with a straight face. Who knew?
"Your Mother is going to deal with you." He said.
"No, No, NO PLEASE NO!" My eyes began to well up. Mom was almost perverted in her punishments.
