Rain battered the window pain with a steady pace, like a drummer warming up for a solo. A flash of light followed seconds later with a thunderous crackle. I folded my arms on my desk and buried my head between them. I didn't recall wanting to go to sleep more badly. I closed my eyes and listened to the storm outside.
Suddenly the door opened and Kristen walked in. "Girl, you need to get to bed, that doesn't look too comfortable," she joked. I slowly raised my head and looked at her with droopy eyes, my head spinning with facts and figures of Biology 101. "Haven't you studied enough?" Kristen continued, closing the door behind her.
"I guess you're right," I replied in a lazy tone. "I can't anymore, my head is going to explode!"
Kristen approached me with a soft smile, and kissed me gently on the forehead. "We wouldn't want that now, I don't think Jake would like you too much without a head."
Jake is a guy I had met a few weeks back at one of the keg parties off campus. We weren't actually dating, but we had been seen together enough lately to be considered a couple. I'm attracted to him, and he is great in bed, but I know he is far from Mr. Right. Actually the only person that seems to fit that distinction is my dad, but I try not to think about that.
"I don't think he'd really miss it, it's not the body part he appreciates anyway," I smirked sarcastically.
"Very funny darling", Kristen replied with a smug look of her own. "Just think, tomorrow it'll all be over with!"
"Thank God! I can't hardly wait," I said as climbed into my bed wearing my pink Care Bear pajama top and panties.
Tomorrow would be our last exam of the semester, our first term at the local university. I was much more of a bookworm than Kristen was, and I studied more intently than Kristen did. We roomed together this first semester as we had planned during the summer. I was very grateful to have Kristen as a roommate. Many of the other girls we became friends with during the past few months often complained of who they were stuck sharing a room with. Kristen would often go out to hang with some of our friends in other dorm rooms after doing her homework, and although I thought she should probably give more of an effort to her schoolwork, I was grateful for the peace and quiet to study.
Kristen and I have been best friends for the past two and a half years since I relocated to Florida with my parents. On occasion, we were a little more than best friends. We broke the ice the previous summer on a day in my backyard. After adventuring in nude sunbathing by my pool, I had joined Kristen for a quick skinny dip before my father's return from the store. Some playful splashing and bumping had caused our emotions to spill over, and before I knew it our lips were locked and we were having sex on the pool steps, a moment we both apparently had wanted for some time.
It was only later that day when after being caught fully exposed by my dad, we invited him for a playful swim as well. The following day was a day that remains fresh in both of our minds, and a day I will remember for the rest of my life. The day Kristen helped me seduce my father in the hot tub, and I let Kristen have him as well.
After that eventful day, my father had unfortunately returned to his senses, and had a long talk with me about it. I understood his explanations of why it could never happen again, and although it upset me deeply, I was happy that he never voiced any regrets, nor was he upset with either of us about it. I reluctantly told Kristen about my father's lecture in the right and wrongs of the world, and I had her swear to keep her flirtation with my father to a minimum. Kristen had always had a serious crush on my dad, and now knowing that she had actually had sex with him, it was still hard for her to believe.
I was having my own problems with reality during the rest of the summer. Being alone with my father most days as my mother was away on cruises with her job wasn't easy anymore. After that amazing evening, I couldn't help but think of it every time I saw him, and I was almost certain it was on his mind as well. We would continue to do our normal things, which included cuddling on the couch for movies and things of that nature, but my father was persistent in not letting anything else happen like that again.
As the summer months passed, I began to get used to the way it was, even if the memory remained at all times, and although I knew that I would never make love to my father again, I also knew that we had, and that thought filled me with euphoria. My dad was everything to me, and I admire him more than anyone. We had developed a special bond between us over the years, and it had only gotten stronger as we age. The magical night when we had sex would always be cherished in my mind, and I'll never regret it. I had given myself to my father, and he had accepted my gift, and that's all that mattered.
Despite the weird vibes that danced around the house, I was relieved to know that my dad wasn't putting a stop to everything that had happened that week. On sunny days when my mom was away, I didn't see a point in sunbathing in my bikini anymore, and my father let me continue to lye out nude in the backyard. I got used to being naked around my father, but it still did excite me, and that's why I liked doing it. Kristen enjoyed this tremendously as well since she was the one that had gotten me into it. I often tease Kristen of being a nudist, although I know she doesn't really practice it. Her freedom with her body was rubbing off on me.
Kristen was undressing in the other corner, and after stripping completely in the darkened room, she pulled back her sheets and slipped into her bed across the room. Kristen often slept nude, another thing that drew some friendly badgering from me. I had started sleeping nude at home on nights my mother was away, but I am still a little uneasy about it on campus. I didn't mind Kristen doing it of course. Seeing Kristen naked each night is always easy on my eyes, and it sometimes causes me to consider a little playtime before bed. Not this night however, although I admired Kristen's impeccable hot body, I had only one thing on my mind, sleep.
The following day was strenuously busy. After spending the morning packing with Kristen, my dad arrived about 11am to help me carry my stuff to the car. Some of the larger things would stay, but I still had a lot of clothes and other things to take home, and I was grateful he could help me. Kristen's parents picked up her up an hour later, and before long I was back home for the holiday season.
My mother was home for the holidays, and I did her best to stay on her good side. I quickly realized that the time away at school had benefited me in two ways. It not only had eased the weird sexual tension I had around my father, but it also helped relax the other kind of tension that existed between my mom and I. In fact, over the Christmas week, we had gotten along really well. However, it was only a few days later when my mother got a phone call, when my sour feelings towards her would begin to return.
I heard my mother saying things like, "What?" and "I understand, yes of course," on the phone. I was all too used to these phone calls, and I knew it could only mean one thing. Sure enough after hanging up the phone my mother announced that she had to leave for 4 days to cover for someone on one of the ships.
The cruise line needed my mother to cover for an ill host on one of their New Year's cruises. Although she was used to taking off on moment's notices, her status with the company gave her the right to have the holiday season off, something she was happy to have. Regardless of her seniority, my mom knew she didn't have much choice in the matter; they would not have called her unless it was absolutely necessary.
My father was always very patient with mom's traveling, much more than I thought he should be. But this time it had apparently pushed him over the edge, and he was quick to voice his displeasure about it with my mother. He immediately shouted, "I'm sick of this shit dammit!" His loud voice startled me, because my father rarely raises his voice for anything. "You're home for two weeks at most these days, I can't take this shit anymore!" he continued hollering louder than he ever gets.
"It's only 4 days Rich, you know I don't want to do this," my mom tried to reason with him, but the lack of disappointment in her face was too much for him to take. She always considered work more important than family, and with this being the holiday season; it was apparently too much for my father to accept.
