Katy twirled the ends of her shoulder-length brown hair in her fingers while mindlessly scrolling through social media posts on her tablet. The look on her face, if anyone was there to see it, spelled out plainly how bored she was.
Part of the reason for her boredom was the life situation in which she now found herself. She had just turned twenty years old, and yet she was sprawled out on the sofa in her father's terrace house scrolling through posts and seeing all her old school friends living it up at universities peppered across the country. As her father often reminded her, university was hard work and not a constant party no matter what her friends' posts may portray. But nonetheless she suddenly felt that life was already passing her by at much too young of an age.
Despite the onset of discontentment regarding her social situation, she still had no regrets about her decision to remain home. She was there chiefly to be with her father.
Katy had watched her mother slowly drain the joy out of her father's life for years and then finally deliver the crushing blow, divorcing him by the time Katy was sixteen. She saw her father lose much of what he had worked so hard for over the years... their nice home, his collection of electric guitars, even his truck was sold off to keep from being cash broke. The irony of it all was Katy's mother had originally claimed that her father was not the religious role model that she wanted for her daughter. But as time would reveal, the true motive for her mother requesting a divorce was an affair with none other than a man who attended the same church.
That situation came to a head nearly three and a half years ago and Katy's father was just now beginning to recover both financially and emotionally. The house where the two of them landed was more than adequate with two bedrooms and a small garden out back. But it was a far cry from the sprawling country plot they left after the divorce. In those three and a half years, Katy's heart had broken for her father. She knew that he had loved and was committed to her mother, though she didn't fully understand why. Her mother had spent most of her time that Katy could remember in her own world chasing her own interests, often at the expense and detriment to Katy and her father. She spent years refusing to work when Katy's father had to take side jobs to make ends meet. During that time, her mother continued to burn money on her entrepreneurial endeavors that predictably ended up at a loss.
Then came the outing her affair amidst the divorce proceedings and she saw her father's pride in his family evaporate and be replaced by pain and loss. Of course, she couldn't leave him. She was not her mother, a fact that she had a habit of reminding herself.
It was a dreary mid-spring Friday afternoon, and the original purpose of Katy's scrolling session was to unwind after a day of work. She had found work as a receptionist at a local medical practice in order to help cover living expenses as much of her father's pay went toward alimony and the absorbent legal fees from the divorce itself. She knew how fortunate she was to find work like that, especially at her young age and experience level. Though her age and experience level may have aided her in landing the job in the first place.
Katy was a curvy, short brunette with eyes that could make most men weak in the knees if she desired it or found it to be at her advantage. She had been told by multiple parties that they had a magic about them and could go from endearingly sweet to seductively erotic at the drop of a hat. Her hips were wide, her backside had its own enticing rhythm, and her B-cup bustline was perfectly perched on her torso to show itself off without being generally obscene or grotesque. All these features seemed to come to her aide when landing a job at such a young age in a professional office that was overseen by a doctor that obviously fancied her.
Katy knew he fancied her, and while flattered, did not fancy him in the same way. The doctor was older than Katy of course, closer to her father's age than her own. He was average height, no receding hairline and in relatively good shape, and Katy often thought to herself that she could do much worse when it came to finding a partner than a doctor. Something unnamed inside her was stoking her resistance to his advances. More than a few times she was perplexed at why she couldn't just give in to him but could never reconcile the contradictory notions in her mind.
The closest she could arrive at an explanation is that she still didn't feel quite right about leaving her father. Of course, with a doctor suitor, she may be in a better position to help him financially, though she knew how much it bothered her father to rely on her at all. "I should be the one taking care of you and sending you to university..." he would often say. But beyond the financial or administrative aspects of her remaining at home, she didn't feel right leaving him alone emotionally.
Katy had always had a close relationship with her father. He was a typical doting daddy when she was a young girl, back when she was oblivious to the things of the world and how her mother treated him. Their bond only strengthened after the divorce and she got to see up close how hard working he was, the stresses he was under, and how, despite everything he was going through, he always made time for her and made her feel special. She thought to herself that may be what put her off about the doctor. She shivered as the phrase,
he just doesn't measure up to daddy
, was silently uttered in her mind.
Of all the things that her father had unswervingly provided, there was one thing she needed that he just could not... she needed sex. Like any other twenty-year-old, her libido was humming right along, and she was often craving release when she couldn't get it. Nearly all her regular partners had gone away to university and the frequency of her liaisons since the conclusion of school was down sharply. This missing part of her life was at the root of her frustration over still being at home and dealing with full time employment when it seemed all her friends were partying and fucking their way through their studies.
Her frustration over her not being at university with her friends quickly translated into sexual frustration as she lay on the sofa. Her hand wandered down her curvy torso outside her blouse and over her hips. She imagined herself being in a dorm room with some random boy and just going at it like a couple of animals in heat by the time her fingertips reached the hem of the skirt she wore to work that day. Even though she didn't plan on giving herself to the doctor, she still enjoyed giving him a show with what she wore, and today was no exception. Being some of the first truly warm days of spring she had worn a floral top with thin straps over the shoulders that kissed her bustline in just the right way to draw the attention of the eye. Below her top was a dark-coloured skirt and dark tights clad her legs. Her left hand hiked up her skirt to the waistband of her tights while the other worked on her phone to find a suitable video. She quickly averted her eyes to the clock, making sure she had time to finish herself off before her father returned from work. The time was four-thirty... she had roughly twenty minutes.
She landed on a video of naïve, young university student who was willing to do anything for her tall, dark haired professor in order to pass the class. She watched the actress get on her knees in front of his desk while the actor pulled out his impressive cock. Katy's hands teased between her legs on the outside of her tights while she watched the porn actress gobble up her professor's cock like she was desperate for it. Katy could feel herself getting wet, both from inside her tights and on her fingertips as her arousal began to soak the fabric. She pulled her hand up and then shot down the front of her tights until she came to her slick, hungry cunt. She let out an audible moan as her fingers caressed over her smooth, waxed lips. She lifted her hand up to taste her own juices before slipping it back down in her tights and rubbing soft circles over her hood. The student in the video had now been hoisted on top of the desk by the professor, her ridiculously short skirt lifted to her waist, and he was angling himself at her opening. Katy's strokes across her slippery button became steadily faster, occasionally slipping her fingers into her dripping hole before returning them to her clit.
Katy was getting close. She could feel all the telltale signs her body was giving her... her legs were beginning to quiver, she rolled her lower lip over her teeth as she stifled her own moans, the soft muscles in her vagina were beginning to tighten...
She opened her eyes for one last look at her phone as the professor was railing his educationally challenged student. All at once she had a horny realisation. The man in the video appeared to be about six and a half feet tall, short dark brown hair with just hints of grey at the temples and a short, trimmed beard... he reminded her of her own father!
That realisation, horrifying as it was in this context, sent her masturbatory episode into another gear and her body reacted all on its own as she climaxed there on the sofa. Her tights between her legs were drenched. She thrust her hips up as if to meet someone's imaginary thrust. Her breathing ceased for several intense moments before returning in a desperate series of gasps.
No sooner had she settled down enough to lower her hips back to the cushion of the sofa than she heard the front door being unlocked and opened. In a mad dash, she pushed her shirt back down her legs and shuffled her still recovering body, so she was leaned against the arm of the sofa. Clicking away from the porn video, she gathered herself as best she could while she heard her father drop his keys into the metal tray next to the door.
"Katy! Come out here a second!" he yelled excitedly before even arriving at the living room. "Katy... oh you're already down here!"
Jeff, her father, stood at the short corridor between the open living room and the front door. He worked as an engineer for a local manufacturing plant. He towered over everything at six-foot five inches. He stood there smiling in his shirt, sleeves rolled up as they always were upon arriving home.
