All characters are 18 years old or over. This is purely a figment of the author's imagination and any likenesses to real-life is completely coincidental.
This story takes a little time to really get moving and takes quite a bit of time meandering through thoughts. I hope you enjoy it.
Helping To Realize A Truth -- Chapter 01
"Mr. Gaelen, you look like you need a blowjob," said the young voice in an almost matter of fact delivery.
Daryl Gaelen looked up from his desk to spy Cheryl-Lynn, the best friend of his daughter for the last eighteen years, standing in the doorway with a straight face. Her demeanor seemed to suggest the comment in simply a talkative format like, "Hey, you look like you need a cup of coffee."
Oddly, behind Cheryl-Lynn stood his own eighteen year old daughter with her face in her hands and head shaking in pure embarrassment.
Cheryl-Lynn Watson and her family had become fast friends on the day of their daughters' births. Since Aleah Gaelen was born on the same day as Cheryl-Lynn it seemed almost prophetic to come into one another's lives. Both fathers were expectantly proud and nervous and when they accidently literally ran into one another it set off a conversation that seemed as though it would never stop. The girls were put together in nearly everything while their dads played league softball and their moms held the houses together. All four parents worked and when life became difficult they helped one another out. The Gaelen's were there for the births of Cheryl-Lynn's brother and sister and the Watson's were there when the Gaelen wife, Andrea, passed away. That seemed to bring the fathers closer together in friendship while Mrs. Watson, Diane, seemed to drift away. Some of the closeness, or, at least, recognized friendship, between Diane and Daryl returned when after sixteen years Greg Watson left the family to spend time with someone no one seemed to know anything about. It also presented a closeness for the girls and glued Cheryl-Lynn as family. She even had a key to the Gaelen house while Aleah had one for the Watson abode.
Looking more closely Daryl couldn't tell if the young woman he figured as his second daughter was joking or not. He was never one to shy from the oddities of the children of today and even challenged the girls on occasion. This was a little different, though, and it caught him off guard. Still, something had to be said. "Uh, thanks for being able to see what I look like, Chynn, I think." Using Cheryl-Lynn's nickname always made her smile and it worked this time, too.
Before any more conversation could be broached Aleah stepped in to cut it off. "Okay, here's where we stop! Dad, Cheryl-Lynn is practicing for the debate team for the college and she has an assignment that makes her start a conversation with anyone about the most ridiculous subjects. Unfortunately, sex was one of the choices."
Leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest Daryl looked at the two girls standing in his study doorway. This was strange but why not see where it could go? It could be fun. He'd always considered himself a "cool" dad -- he didn't know if his daughter felt that way but all of her friends seemed to like him. "Even after all this time, Leah? I've known you both literally all your lives. A little role play couldn't hurt that much could it?"
Aleah looked at her dad in frustration because he was both right and wrong. Right -- their families had shared just about everything beyond partners and they were always open about the world and what happened in it. Wrong -- because he was her dad and him talking about sex wasn't gross but it was something uncomfortable. What was even more wrong is that she'd known for who knew how many years that her best friend in the universe had a crush on her dad. And why not? He was handsome, funny, fit, well-manicured, clean, intelligent and as supportive a dad as any could be. Sure, Aleah knew, she was an only child but she was never spoilt and was taught well about the properties of life but, hey damn it all, this was her dad! She had to answer, she guessed. "Oh, fine," Aleah said, waving her hands in dismissal, "let's see where this goes."
Cheryl-Lynn looked from her BFF to her second dad and moved into the study and sat in one of the chairs near the desk. Daryl looked at her and could see that she drew a faux concerned, almost truly pensive, stare in her eyes. He knew he had to be ready for anything as Cheryl-Lynn somehow grew up not wanting to take prisoners in anything she did and it always seemed to work out for her.
Placing a closed fist under her chin Cheryl-Lynn said with a scary ease, "So, Mr. Gaelen, when was the last time you got a blowjob?"
"Right to it, then, eh, Chynn," Daryl asked. At her nod he set himself for an interesting conversation but he did have to set her straight. "First, let's get how to debate straight. Debating is a basis of consideration about a position over a specific topic. Telling me that I look like I need one or asking when my last blowjob was is not the beginning of a debate." Daryl looked at both young ladies in his study with the measure of a teaching moment. "For something like a conversation about sex it would be more appropriate for the assignment to start with a question like, 'What is your take on getting a surprise blowjob versus a regularly scheduled one?'"
Aleah looked at her father like he had just taken his junk out of his pants. The openness of the conversation was not new, he had always been straight forward and to the point and he had never called her vagina her hey-hey or called her going to the bathroom a poopie. But this was something new, probably because it dealt with sex. Sure, she had learned the ideas of sex, or the birds and the bees, from her father but it was always in strict terms. Aleah couldn't remember her father ever even saying the word 'blowjob.'
Daryl continued, "You can also seek concession of interest about an edging blowjob against deep throating or something like that. Do you understand?"
Cheryl-Lynn was frozen in her seat. Yes, she'd known Daryl Gaelen for her just more than eighteen years and he'd always been forward and open but this was completely shocking to her. She had ventured the question to try and shock the man who was her second father but he never seemed to be fazed by anything. Between Aleah and herself Cheryl-Lynn knew she was the more adventurous and daring but this man was always a surprise to her.
"Chynn, Leah, are you alright?" Daryl's face showed a bit of concern but underneath it was a happy moment where he'd shocked his daughters to silence. Neither of the young ladies spoke, their jaws open in stupor.
Daryl looked back and forth between them for another moment or two before he suggested that they remove themselves until they were more prepared for the reality of a debate and if they wanted to debate about sex, no problem.
Cheryl-Lynn slowly rose from the chair and she and Aleah left the study in a daze of broken ideas.
Daryl, however, thought nothing more of the conversation and went back to work. His blood daughter and adopted daughter were always interesting and he loved them both and would help them if he could. Since Diane didn't really speak to him very much anymore he could only count on himself for his girls.
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Cheryl-Lynn and Aleah sat in the kitchen trying to keep their laughter quiet but as frequently happened when something went a bit awry they just made fun of one another.
"I can't believe you actually asked my dad about blowjobs," Aleah said with a little jealousy in her voice, hidden behind a giggle.
"I can't believe I actually had the guts to do it. I've been thinking about it for a week," Cheryl-Lynn returned. "Let's go ahead and talk to him about it?"
"What?"
"Sex."
"Why do you want to talk to my dad about sex," Aleah asked, very serious.
