Edited by Roadie Joe
(The following a fictional piece based on mature material between consensual adults. No fictional characters were harmed or abused during the making of this piece. If at any point in time while reading you find yourself to become irritated, nauseated, offended or start to suffer from any mental ailment, discontinue reading immediately and find yourself a book. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.)
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I'm writing this because it's something I need to do. I need to write this for my own well being. I have to silently peck the keys in my dark study in the hopes that the chattering of the keyboard will not spark the interest of my wife Helen, just two doors down. I know it sounds kinda silly, but that's just me; 'Scaredy Cat Jack' as the kids in school called me. But enough about me. This is truly about my daughter...
In order to get the ball rolling, I will only say that which is needed. The raw facts of the immediate time. I am just thirty minutes away from turning the 'Big Forty.' Helen still has another two years. Our daughter will be nineteen in two months. Now that we've been introduced, let's begin with Lilly.
When Lilly was born, Helen and I laughed at what we held. Tears of joy would pour down our faces as we had suddenly become parents. This little wonder had us to look to, and we now to her. Naming our child was something that we struggled with but it didn't take us long at all to find the one that truly fit.
Lilly was always an oddball. She was a quick learner, but learned things in the most peculiar of manners. But that was our girl. As she grew older, her wit stayed as sharp as ever. She began to show a lot of the looks she obtained from her mother. She had soft blonde hair, just like Helen. Both of them have eyes that were that emerald green you only find in jewelry shops. Same small nose, and similar giggles. However, she did gather some from my side as well. But my features need not be discussed.
She had a normal childhood as far as I could tell. We always maintained a healthy relationship with her all through her years. When she reached High School, she was just shy of being the head of her class. Not only that, but she was turning heads like the best of them. My little girl had begun to fill out in places a father never should notice. Her bust had grown to fill C-cups proudly. Her posture stood tall with the rest of her fit body. By her senior year, she was quite something. Having been involved in jazz dance the past four years kept her firm and fit. Her hair she kept shoulder length. But as for her fashion sense, she always wore tight clothes. Nothing sleazy, but definitely ones that framed her form.
It was about a month and a half after we celebrated Lilly's eighteenth birthday that the first incident occurred.
I had just come home from a long and boring business trip. I opened the door and set my brief case down. As I was about to hang up my coat, I noticed an extra jacket on the rack. It belonged to Lilly's best friend Celeste. Celeste was almost the visual opposite of Lilly. Her hair changed as often as a chameleon. Long and red one week. Short and dark the next. Her face had more roundness compared to Lilly's, but not in a bad way. Celeste was also on the dance team.
As I looked around the entry room, not a soul was to be seen. It was a Friday. Helen always works late on Friday. The other two would more than likely be up in Lilly's room doing whatever it was that those two do. As for me, Friday night meant poker night which I always thought was a fine tradition to end the work week.
I loosened my tie and popped the first few buttons free on my collar shirt. Now I know it isn't exciting, but I do have a bit of a routine when I get home. Mainly that consists of what I've already described. But of course, after that is about the same. Grab a beer, read a line from the paper as I pass the kitchen counter, and unwind on the couch until the bottles empty. Repeat every twenty-four hours.
So there I was, sprawled out on the couch with the cold beer cooling my hand. My head back staring at the ceiling. My vision beginning to blur the specs of spackle from lack of focus. Just melting into the couch. I then hear a door open upstairs.
My eyes shift position on the ceiling as if I were able to see through. I look to the approximate location of Lilly's door and visually follow the footsteps radiating through the floor above me. They draw nearer the stairs. That familiar giggle is heard announcing the arrival of Lilly in front. A laugh behind her from the soft mouth of Celeste as they come down the stairs. From where I'm seated, I cannot see them or them me. For some reason, I sank further into the couch. Hiding it would seem. I now could hear every word.
"So?" my daughter inquired.
A brief pause.
"I don't know," Celeste responded. "It seems really... I don't know."
"Come on. It's not like you'll be the only one. You know I will be doing it too."
What the hell are these two up to, I wonder.
"Yeah, I know but.... I mean... I've never..."
"I haven't either," Lilly quickly interrupted. The levels in her voice did little to hide her excitement. It hid her intentions very well, though.
"Come on Celeste. Don't you think it will be wild?" I could almost hear her raise one eyebrow. The fridge door opens. Bottles clang.
"Oh, I don't doubt it." She responded.
"Then why not?" pleaded my daughter once more as metal scrapped together followed by the hiss of a bottle cap. That little snit. If she just took one of my beers...
"Well... I'm not sure..."
Another pause filled the air.
"Fine," Lilly said. "I'm going to. You'll just miss out."
"Wait!" Jumped Celeste's voice. "You said you wouldn't without me."
"Well I changed my mind. I'm gonna do it, and I guess you'll just miss out." Footsteps began to head back to the stairway and began to trot up.
"Lilly! Wait!" Cried Celeste as she followed behind.
My eyes followed the footsteps across the ceiling once more. I door shut only to be followed moments later with the low reverberation of bass from above. What was it that they were talking about? Millions of possibilities were flying through my head. The father figure in me felt like running up there and finding out, yet what if it was something simple and harmless. No good would come from that.
Slowly I arose, shaking my head at myself as I slowly headed back into the kitchen. Upon disposing of my trash, I noticed the bottle cap. She had indeed raided my brews. I wonder how long that's been going on. And here I thought it was Helen.
I looked up to the ceiling and shook my head once more.
Kids.... Always up to something.
As I headed towards the stairs, I snagged the paper on the counter. Quickly I skimmed the topics as I climbed the steps. Pretty much the same thing now-a-days. War, Crime, Weather, and some student from some school being honored for something.
Lilly's door was closed as I entered the hallway. The music blaring out from the crack was barely masking their mumbled voices. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I walked past but then came a low moan that almost made me stumble. I turned and stared at the door. There is no mistaking what that sound meant.
"How does it feel?" Celeste
"Oh God it's cold!" Lilly's voice cooed.
I know I shouldn't have, but I leaned against the door pressing my ear to the wood.
"Just cold?" Celeste sounded disappointed.
"Oh no. It's... It's kinda' weird but it feels.... Oh wow,' my little baby purred scarcely keeping her breath.
The soft moans seeped through the door and right into me. A stirring in my loins slowly began. What am I doing!
"Hurry Celeste... You.. You gotta' try it!
"It doesn't hurt at all?"
"God No! If you don't put them in, I will for you!"
Suddenly I had no idea what they were talking about, but for some reason, my hardon had a pretty good idea. My breathing intensified as I pressed harder into the door eager to hear Celeste's response.
"You would?"
