Janie woke up covered in sweat. The air in her darkened room was still and stifling.
"Damn air conditioning," she muttered, flinging the light sheet off her body. Getting out of bed she didn't bother putting any extra clothes on to go down the hall and check the thermostat. She pulled at the sweat covered tank top that barely came down to her panties, her bare feet padding softly on the carpeted floor.
Opening her door sleepily she immediately noticed a light coming from the living room. Curious, she stepped to the end of the hall without bothering to be quiet. As she stood in the landing she could tell the television was on and it appeared her father was sitting in the recliner watching some late night movie. Pulling her tank top down again she crossed the tiled entryway and stopped just behind the recliner as her eyes focused more clearly on the television.
A dick was sliding between lipstick covered lips on the screen.
Janie pressed her hand to her mouth to cover the gasp that tried to escape. Looking over her father's shoulder she quickly noticed that his dick was out of his pants and that he was stroking it rapidly. Her eyes flew open with surprise and she knew she should flee but her feet wouldn't move. Riveted she watched his right hand slide up and down along his shaft while the left hand cupped his balls he had pulled free from his underwear.
On screen the woman had pulled her mouth off the dick and had moved to her hands and knees on a bed. She gave a lusty look to the man as she stroked her wet pussy, pulling the lips apart with her fingers. The actor placed his dick at the woman's pussy and began to fuck her with slow strokes.
Janie turned to watch the show her father was putting on, mesmerized by the sight of a man pleasuring himself. She wasn't a virgin, but she had never watched a guy masturbate.
Janie's father began to grunt softly. His pace quickened on his cock and then a long groan as he threw his head back. The shift in weight caused the recliner to lean back and for a second Janie thought he was looking right at her. A moment later she realized his eyes were squeezed shut and when she dared to look away again she saw the eruption coming from his cock. White sticky cum rocketed out landing on a towel he had placed over his stomach.
His breath came in heavy gasps as his hand slowed and he pumped the remains of his orgasm out onto the towel. Janie quickly stepped back to the end of the hall, hidden in the shadows watching her father finish. After he recovered Janie watched as he stood and tucked his deflated cock back into his underwear and then moved to the television. Realizing the show was over Janie slipped back into her own room and shut the door.
Her room was still hot and stuffy, but there was no going to the thermostat now Janie knew. She opened her window and turned her ceiling fan up higher and then lay atop her sheet, the image of her father stroking his cock strong in her mind. Dad's a man, a man with needs, she thought as she slipped into a satisfying dream.
For the next several days Janie watched her father with a newfound curiosity. A small smile played across her lips every time she was near him, the only outward sign of the secret she knew. One morning at breakfast her father remarked that she looked like the cat that ate the canary. Janie only responded with a kiss to his cheek before she left for school.
The street she had lived on most of her life passed by unseen as Janie stared out the car window, her friend Rebecca prattling on incessantly on their way to school.
"So?" Rebecca asked.
"So, what?" Janie asked slowly.
"Are you going to go to the party tomorrow night at Stacie's? Jason is going to be there." Rebecca punctuated the last by making dreamy eyes at her friend. "What's with you lately anyway?"
Janie thought for a moment if she dared mention anything about what she had seen her father doing and the recurring dreams that had followed. After a moment she opened her mouth to speak.
"Anyway, of course you're going," Rebecca poured on. She only needed someone near by to hold a conversation, even if they weren't listening. "I'll pick you up at 7 and wear your white dress; you always look killer in that dress."
"And it makes my ass look bigger than yours," Janie added silently. No better not mention it to Rebecca, who knows what can of worms that would open up.
At school Rebecca parked her car and the pair was met by a small group of girls. They talked while they waited for their first class to begin.
"Becky!" A man's voice called from a car with the passenger window rolled down. Rebecca walked over to her father's car and stuck her head in. When she pulled back she had her calculus book. With a long glance her father waved at the girls and then drove off.
"Your dad is kind of cute," Janie said when Rebecca had returned.
"Eww! Gross!" Rebecca was genuinely horrified. Several of the other girls made similar faces at Janie's remark and they rushed off ahead of her. Janie just laughed it off but didn't follow immediately after.
"He is kind of cute," Janie heard from behind her. When she turned Amy was leaning against the next car. Janie had gone to elementary and junior high with Amy, but as they approached the end of high school she realized they had not really spoken in nearly four years. Amy pushed away from the car and started to walk off.
"You going to Stacie's party?" Janie called after her. When Amy turned around Janie grabbed her things and quickly moved to walk along with her.
"Didn't know about it," Amy said as they walked.
"Well you should come, we can give you a lift if you'd like," Janie offered.
"We?" Amy asked raising her eyebrows.
"Becky is picking me up, come over to my house we'll get ready together." Janie smiled genuinely before she turned in to her class.
Friday night the door bell rang at Janie's house.
"I got it honey!" Derek called out as he poured himself another drink. When he opened the door one of his daughter's friends was standing there. "Well hello nurse," Derek drawled at the sight before him.
"Uhm, hi, is Janie here?" Amy said with a quizzical smile upon her face. She watched as he eyed her up and down sipping his drink. Even with the distance between them she could smell the alcohol. Before the silence became too awkward Derek moved to the side and motioned the young woman into the house. He closed the door and pointed down the hall to Janie's room.
"Becky's not the only one with a cute dad," Amy said as she walked into Janie's room.
"Don't say that too loudly or my dad may think I invited you over for him," Janie quipped. Amy laughed and they set about getting ready for the party.
Janie pulled her white dress out of the closet and laid it out on the bed.
"Are you wearing that tonight?" Amy asked sliding her hand along the soft material.
"Why? You think I shouldn't?" worry tinged Janie's voice.
"No, it's fine. I really like it," Amy admitted.
