Julie just woke up. She was lying naked on her bed, but the heat in her bedroom was still oppressive. She was in her bed and it felt good to be home, in the comfort and the privacy of her own bedroom. She left her home at the end of last summer soon after her eighteenth birthday, to study at a university on the other side of the country.
The university course turned out to be nothing like what she expected. She did not like the course and she did not enjoy her time at the university. She found it hard to make new friends with the exception of her roommate that she was only just friendly with. She finally met a boy and lost her virginity to him. They were going out for a good part of the second semester, until two weeks ago when she caught him fucking her roommate.
She was not really that disappointed. He was not so good in bed, and she would often have to masturbate on her own afterwards, to fully satisfy herself. Towards the end, she was starting to suspect that he was cheating on her anyway, so when she caught him red handed, she was not really surprised. She was disappointed with her roommate. Julie suspected that her roommate also came to the University as a virgin and so when the opportunity to lose her virginity presented itself, she was more curious about it than what it meant to Julie.
Unfortunately, her roommate must have been trying to catch up on lost time, because once Julie caught them fucking and they were discovered, they seemed to be doing it almost all the time, irrespective if Julie was in the room or not.
That was a bit too much for Julie and since her end of year exams were coming up, she found herself studying in the library for extended periods of time, hoping to avoid having to have to listen to her ex-boyfriend and her roommate grunting like two pigs in heat. Unfortunately, this arrangement also removed any opportunity for her to pleasure herself, which she usually enjoyed almost every day. Now, she would only come to her room late at night and was usually not in the mood for some stress relief and self pleasuring. So as the stress of the exams and the study kept climbing, her frustration was climbing with it.
Everything changed three days ago. It was three days ago that she received the news of the accidental death of her mother. The shock of the loss was still with her. She realised that she still did not have time to fully process the news. She tried to book a flight back home to make it for the funeral, but could only find a seat on the red eye special. Having gained another day that way, she sat for her second last exam, though she was certain she failed it. She then advised the faculty of not finishing her final exam due to personal problems, but she did not think that they will accept her excuse. At best, they will let her take the subject again next year, but she did not really care.
She came home to pack her things, grateful that they were no grunting noises coming from her roommate's side of the room. She packed up all her stuff and quickly left for the airport, spending the last of her cash on a cab ride and a dinner at the airport. She landed at 5am this morning, having had virtually no sleep on the way. Her father came to pick her up at the airport and drove them home.
During the ride home, he filled her in on the details of the accident and the funeral arrangements. She could hear the pain in her father's voice, but was too numb, or tired or sleepy to respond. She just nodded and stared ahead. She wanted to hug her dad, to hold his hand while driving, but she felt silly doing it. Her mind was not functioning. She need sleep, but this morning was not time for that.
Once they arrived home she did not have a lot of time to get ready. She quickly showered and dressed because the funeral was at 9am. It was just as well because summer arrived early today and being dressed in an all-black dress and black stockings in the morning was bad enough. By midday, the heat became oppressive. She was milling around in the post funeral wake, talking with family and friends from school that stayed behind in her hometown, but all the time she was thinking of stripping down naked and sleeping on her bed. She realised that she was starting to feel the effect of the heat and the stress and the tiredness of the past few weeks. When the wake ended and her dad drove them both back home, he admitted that he also slept badly and was feeling very hot and tired.
At home, they both retired to their respective bedrooms for an afternoon siesta. Enjoying the privacy of her bedroom, and in response to the oppressive heat that seemed to permeate the house, Julie stripped down to her underwear and after a small hesitation she pulled off her panties and bra as well. Although she had every intention to pleasure herself to relieve some of the stress, she fell asleep on top of her covers before she could get into the mood.
Now that she woke up, it was later in the afternoon, and the need for a stress relief presented itself with the usual tingling and moisture between her legs. But she also needed to go to the bathroom. Listening to the silence of the house, she decided she could risk walking to the bathroom naked. Her mind quickly considered what would happen if her father caught her in the corridor naked.
They were always very private people, but life at university made her realise just how sheltered and conservative her life really was, and she felt that teasing her father may just become her next favourite pastime. They say that girls grow up to marry their fathers. Was that the reason why she was not so keen on her ex-boyfriend? He was nothing like her father. But her father was exactly like her father. The idea that she could tempt her father sounded exciting. She smiled to herself as she opened the door from her bedroom to the corridor. She decided she will never again close the door to her bedroom. He will be able to catch her sleeping, getting dressed or even masturbating whenever he would walk past. She loved the idea of being caught masturbating by her father.
The idea was very exciting and feeling the wetness between her legs she hoped that it was her juices that were leaking and not her bladder.
The corridor felt cooler and Julie briefly wondered where the lovely draft was coming from. Having satisfied her need at the toilet, she decided to investigate the source of the cool draft. Walking naked down the length of the corridor was the most exciting thing that she has ever done. She was even more excited when she found her father's bedroom door opened.
Normally, the heavy drapes covering her father's bedroom window blocked all light into the room, leaving it just dark enough that it was hard to see any details from the brighter corridor where Julie was now standing. But the window behind the heavy drapes was opened and the wind would move the heavy curtain, providing short periods of more light flowing into the room. Every gust of wind would bring out more details from the shadows for Julie's eyes to register. The first wind gust allowed her to see the shape of her father spreadeagle on his back, asleep on top of his bed covers.
