Stefanie heard just enough snippets from the argument between her mother and her father to know it was about her clothing choices again. She was tired of hearing it, to be honest. She was old enough to make her own decisions about her body. After all, she didn't choose where people's eyes went, and she considered herself mature and independent enough to make the right decisions. She was eighteen years old, about to enter college. It was completely up to her who could enter her sacred spaces.
"Her ass cheeks are hanging out!" erupted her father.
"Honey, she's going to the beach," challenged her mother back to him.
"Yeah, but as soon as that boyfriend of hers catches an eyeful, it's a done deal."
Stefanie let the door slam as she left, having heard enough from eavesdropping to be able to roll her eyes at them on her way out. Her boyfriend Mat was a good guy, and she had complete control of her own decisions. Her body was hers, and Mat would respect whatever she decided, whether he liked it or not. He smiled at her as she got in. She didn't need to mention it to him as he drove her to the beach.
When they finally got there, truthfully, she kind of liked the idea that she could draw attention with her body now that it had finally developed like the other girls. She was on the thin side, even for a teenager, but her hips and chest had finally rounded out enough for those sexual markers to be noticed quite easily.
If her father had been mad at the tore up jean shorts that showed off her bottom, she couldn't even imagine the fury she'd face if he found out that she'd stripped it off to show off her bikini bottom at the beach. The low rise had tension at the hips that pulled up her bottom and made it appear rounder. She knew that would have really pissed off her father, which made her decision to leave in shorts the smarter of the options.
It did turn Mat on as they walked around the beach, and as he got frisky she smiled at other onlookers staring at them both. But Mat didn't push any further. Nothing really happened, except some minor indiscretions that never escalated any further. Mat eventually agreed to take Stefanie home in his car.
When they arrived at her house, the afternoon sun was still shining bright at an angle off above them. She noticed an empty driveway and an open garage, meaning that neither parent was home now. She shot Mat a mischievous look and invited him inside the house for a quickie.
"Yeah, Stef, I just hope your dad doesn't catch us."
She smiled reassuringly and he put the car in park. After they both stepped out of the vehicle, Stefanie made her way around it to Mat. She grabbed his hand and pulled him on up to the intimacy of her room.
Once they'd made their way up the stairs, she kissed him firmly but delicately on the lips. He returned her kiss, moving her to the bed where the makeout session began in earnest. Mat's hands began to explore Stefanie's body with a measured lust not typical of other teenagers, which is how she knew that Mat was different. Maybe he'd even be
the one
, if that was still a thing these days. His hands and the pressure of his groin told her that he wanted her badly, but he took his sweet time with her.
She closed her eyes and allowed her pleasure to rise to the surface. She was immersed. Until a door slammed downstairs, jolting her upright.
"Shit, he's here!" Stefanie warned Mat.
But he was no longer as in control with his actions and kept kissing her despite the threat and the risk. "Maybe he'll think we're doing homework," he said between his brief kisses full of passion.
She kissed him back and her heart pounded as she heard footsteps up the stairs. Mat went to lift her shirt off, and she obliged without thinking.
Maybe her father was going to check on her brother instead.
Nope. "Stefanie?" called her father's booming voice from the hallway. "I saw Matt's car here, did you guys wanna say hi? I just got home from work."
Wow, he was giving her an out. What a dad.
"Yeah, we're just finishing up some homework, we'll be down in a sec!"
She heard his footsteps head back down the stairs, but her relief conflicted with Mat's kisses on her neck as his deft fingers from years playing the guitar worked her bra off with ease.
He went at her adequate breasts, sucking them into his mouth over large nipples, sending mixed jolts of pleasure and worry throughout Stefanie's petite frame. His hand began to work down her back and into her shorts, where he squeezed a cheek before pulling down her shorts also.
"Mat, my dad's waiting on us," she insisted, squirming but putting up more verbal resistance than physical.
"Just a quickie," he promised her.
He pulled her shorts the rest of the way down, and put a hand down his own, pulling out his cock. She barely saw it as he immediately laid himself on top of her.
She felt him push inside, and she was disappointed that he seemed more rushed than she had anticipated him to be. That, and a new panic arose when she heard her father's footsteps on the stairs again. She didn't know if she could even get off with these mixed emotions.
This time, a knock came at the door, as opposed to the warning shout he'd given just a little earlier. "Steffy, I asked you to come downstairs and join us," he said as the latch on the door turned, and their indiscretions were about to be transformed from a dream into her worst nightmare.
The door opened in slow motion for Stefanie as Mat was still pushing into her, with all his weight on top just now registering to her. She needed to get away, but he kept plowing ahead like it was nothing.
Until the door creaked as the hinges opened. Mat turned his head and saw her father there. They looked into each other's shocked eyes before her father spoke to Mat.
"Alright son, I think it's time for you to go now."
The boy rolled over and instinctively pulled his swim trunks back on. He tried to think of an explanation, but her father held the upper hand at this moment. "Sorry, I guess I'll go," was all he could stammer before standing up and making his way out of the room.
Stefanie could hear his rapid footsteps pounding their way down the stairs too quickly. She now looked up at her father in horror in her undressed state.
"I knew I we shouldn't have let you go out like that," was all that he said, before walking away, head hung low between slumped shoulders.
Stefanie lay in her room in tears for a while after her father left her room. Her face was wet as she sobbed to herself her laments.
"Oh Daddy, I wish you didn't have to see your baby girl like that."
Then her feeling suddenly rose in anger at Mat, before subsiding again back into regret. "He didn't even finish, that selfish bastard," she spoke to herself.
She reached down toward her inner thigh, delicately fingering the edges for anything Mat might have left for her to clean up when he'd pulled her bikini aside.
She looked up to make sure her dad had shut the door behind him before speaking aloud.
"Oh Daddy, that was so naughty," she said to nobody as she investigated her own body. "But you didn't even give me a punishment for it."
As her fingers got closer to her outer labia, she felt the moisture that Mat had facilitated before he left. She traced her lips to the top of her mound before pressing it like Mat's weight had been doing to her before. Her thumb slipped down to her clit, sliding over the moistened flesh with ease.
She pressed the palm of her hand into her mound as her thumb flicked her clit simultaneously. "Why didn't you do it like this?" she asked invisible Mat.
"Daddy probably knows all these tricks," she commented and continued as an image popped into her head of her own father angrily pushing Mat aside to show him how it was done, how to please a woman, bring her to orgasm.
Her thumb quickened, splashing her juices side to side as her pleasure built. Her heart raced rapidly as she came to the edge of climax, eventually reaching the glory that she had missed earlier. "Oh Daddy, you know exactly what to do," she sighed heavily as she slowed her thumb and sunk into the bed. It wasn't long before she nodded off to sleep.
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