Authors note:
Here is a little something to keep you warm during the winter cold.
*****
"Skank! Why don't you go back to the trailer park?"
Jackie ignored the group of girls sitting on the wall. She hiked up her backpack and crossed the school yard to where her Ford Pinto was parked next to Mustangs, Mercs, and Audis and it was bright yellow. It had an engine, four wheels, and that was all she needed. She threw her bag onto the passenger seat and prayed the car would start, and it did.
Driving past the girls on the wall to reach the main road, she saw them give her the finger and shouting things at her. She didn't hear any of it because the music was turned up inside her safe haven. She switched gears and the car shot forward onto the double lane road and she headed away from what she thought was purgatory, High School.
Jackie was new in school and had moved to Arizona for the dry air. She had a lung disease that had left her in a hospital for six months. She had missed graduation and on her eighteen's birthday her parents had informed her they were moving across the country so she could breath better. Thanks, she thought. I will lose all my friends and do my last year in a new school.
She wasn't trailer park trash, even though she might dress like one. Her parents were pretty well off and they lived in a nice neighborhood outside the city. The reason she was driving a Pinto and not a Mustang was that her dad was a cheap bastard.
Today was Friday and she had nothing planned. Life sucked.
When she parked outside the house she saw that her dad's truck was parked with the front toward the street. She got out and locked the door.
Peter Karr was in his and his wife's bedroom when he heard his daughter arrive. It was hard not to hear the old car when it came up the street. He looked out the window and shook his head slowly, and then he added a sigh for good measure. What was wrong with Jackie? She was such a beautiful girl, but since they had moved, she had begun to dress like shit. Today she was wearing green spandex pants, a tight tank top in pink and he could see her bra strap on her shoulders. Her hair was frizzy and full of hair spray and she was wearing way too much make up.
"Hi, honey," he called down to her.
She looked up and waved at him.
"How was your day?" he asked, when they met in the entrance hall.
"Like every other, like shit."
"Oh, C'mon, it can't be that bad."
She threw her bag on the floor and walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She looked at her options and decided on a beer.
"Jackie, you shouldn't be drinking."
"Fuck you, I'm eighteen and I need one."
She left him standing there and walked through the living room out onto the terrace where she slumped down in a plastic chair.
Peter poured some coffee in a mug and walked after her. "Hey, do you want to talk about it?" he said, when he sat down opposite her.
"What is there to talk about? I have no friends here, and I miss the ones I had in Boston. The school sucks, my car sucks, and my life sucks."
He sighed. "You know we moved here for your health, and you are doing so much better. When you graduate in a few months you will go to college and things will change. Meanwhile, I suggest you change the way you dress, honestly Jackie, it looks like shit. You remind me of some lower class slut hanging out at biker bars"
She looked at her father. "What would you know about sluts like that?"
He cleared his throat. "What I meant was that you dress horribly."
She watched him for a while. He was lying, but about what? Her mother was no slut. At least she didn't dress like one. She had heard them fucking once or twice since they moved and her mom was a real screamer. It was so nasty to her moan and beg, but she guessed they had a right to a sex life. Sex, when was the last time she had had it? Probably just before she ended up in the hospital. A quick fuck in the back seat of her boyfriend's car. It hadn't been very good, if she remembered right. He had come, and shot his load over her tummy and t shirt, but she was left with nothing. She masturbated a few times a week, usually before going to bed or in the shower. It was embarrassing that at her age she couldn't get a boyfriend with a real cock, but had to leave her orgasms to her own fingers.
I am so stupid, thought Peter. Why had he mentioned the biker bars? As a traveling salesman, he used the highways a lot and once in a while he would stop by a biker bar or a similar place and get himself some trailer trash pussy. Not that he and Jenny, his wife, had any problems in bed. He just liked the way they dressed. Maybe that's why he didn't like Jackie to dress like one? It made him think about the dirty sluts in their spandex pants and halter tops. Just the thought of the fabric between his fingers made his cock stir. He got up and left her by herself. He needed to get some work done upstairs.
Peter was whistling to a melody on the radio and tiling the bathroom when he heard a knock on the door. "Yeah?"
"Dad, I want to take a shower."
"Use the downstairs bathroom, I'm working here."
"But my things are in there. Let me at least get them."
Peter stepped down the ladder and opened the door. Jackie was standing there in her panties and bra. The swelling of her boobs above the rim of the bra and the deep cleavage made him take another, but involuntary look at his daughter's tits.
"Dad? I need to get in."
He looked up at her. "Of course, sorry."
When he stepped out to let her in, her tits brushed against his chest and they felt firm. He looked at her when she began picking down bottles from a cupboard. When she reached the uppermost shelves, she had to stand on her toes and her long legs looked smooth and shapely. Her ass looked tight under her panties. She was wearing one of those hip hugger models that let the lower part of her ass cheeks hang out.
"Could you pass me a towel from behind the door," said Jackie when she got the last bottle of hair conditioner from the shelf.
Peter came back to reality after having had several dirty thoughts about what he could do with an ass like that, if it hadn't been attached to his daughter. He stepped around the door at the same time Jackie took one step back and his hand brushed against the soft skin of her bum.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"What?"
"Did you touch my ass?"
