It's been three long, anxious weeks since my life's most wonderful, passionate day.
Our Disney trip is finally here, and it's all Zoe and I can talk about. I've barely seen my Dad. He's been so busy except for a couple of lunches we've gone to.
It has been awkward around our house as well. Even though my parents have been divorced for nearly two years, they share a law practice.
In my crazy imagination, it seems ever since our night of total passion, He and Mom have been on the phone an awful lot these last three weeks.
They haven't been those angry, short conversations. These are longer. And Mom has had a smile a few times, which is a great and not-so-greatest thing.
I'm nearly packed and can't wait for my Dad to pick us up. He will be in a pissy mood as my grandma has the jet in France somewhere and told Dad we must fly domestically; OH NO, LOL.
That's not going to change my plans. I have another perfect Daddy's eye-catching outfit prepared, and now I have a whole air terminal to flaunt. I chose my bum-hugging yellow shorts, one of my past white Disney T-shirts tied at the belly, white ankle socks, and my new sneakers. It is The perfect holiday girl attire; the only catch with my too-snug yellow shorts is their tendency to crawl up my parts for all to see.
I was dragging my suitcases down the stairs when my Dad stepped through the door; I practically flew down the last five steps, let go of everything, and threw myself into my Dad's arms.
Great big giant squeezes and kisses on his cheek,k, and reciprocates and lets me go.
I spin to grab my bags as I'm so excited to get going and see my mom at the bottom of the stairs with this wild grin on her face; what is all that about? I glance back at my Dad, and he is smiling back at her; he quickly changes his manner when he notices me looking at them
and says, "Okay, sweety, let's get going; I sure hope Zoe is ready this time."
That's odd; Zoe is never late. But anyway, Dad loads my bag, and off we go with Mom standing in the doorway, still a crazy bat shit smirk on her face.
Zoe and I almost always color-watch our outfits; the last thing one needs is too similar a look, but today, with all the excitement, it really didn't enter me. We arrive at Zoe's, and the three come through the door. Her Dad's dragging three bags, her mom's barking last-minute instructions to her, and I'm standing at the car starting to rage.
My little slut Bff is wearing a little purple flower chiffon dress, barely halfway to her knees; even from here, I can see she's not wearing a bra, A large brim straw hat, and her sunglasses. My God, girl, you're not Hollywood. I look at my Dad, and he can barely keep his eyes off her. She runs up and gives me this big giant squeeze and kisses and tells me how much fun we will have.
We load up, wave our goodbyes, and head to the airport with Dad pretending to be mad about flying Domestic, which is a ploy to keep looking at her in the back seat. She sits in the seat behind me, so I can't see what is going on, but Dad keeps his eyes back there. It's time to fight back. With all my on my bum, I slide forward in my seat with my knees slightly apart, creating that dreaded but perfect Dad's attention-forming camel toe.
I pretend not to notice and tell Zoe I must tell the girls we're on our way. I get on my phone and slightly open my knees a tad more. Using my phone as a mirror, YES, that's what I wanted, Dad staring right down at my parts. I quickly look up at him for that embarrassing I caught you look. OMG, there you go, Zoe.
This crazy Jealousy has to stop. She's my best friend 'forever, and we'll have fun. After all, what can happen while we're all together?
We check-in, and my Dad gets his fur all up there. Business is a big screw-up, and business class is completely sold out. After a lengthy, heated exchange, we get our seats,
'My Dad's words," Not mine. Looks like we're seated with the peasants".
We make our way to our seats. Dad loves the window to see where we are, and Zoe quickly maneuvers in the middle next to my Dad.
"What the hell, girl"
All the way there, she's just throwing herself at him. Her dress slid up her thigh, always leaning on him, touching his arm with his dumb Dad jokes. Both of them practically ignored me. Then, if all else,
Dad says, "There is the Grand Canyon."
Zoe leans right up to the window with her hand almost entirely on his crotch, pretending to look out the window; Dad puts his hand on her back to guide her, pointing to the sight. This is getting out of control, and I only have one trick. I rise from my seat to use the washroom to adjust my shorts and make sure they're chewing at my parts. I pull them tight and do a squat to pull them tight between my Labia and head back to my seat.
They're giggling as I stop and raise my hands over my head for a fake stretch. I twist my hip slightly with my legs apart so Dad gets that perfect view of his only honey pot and crawls into my seat.
Zoe quickly whispers to me," Oh My God, girl, your pussy is eating your shorts,"
I pretended to be embarrassed and said, "These shorts are so tight; I didn't plan my outfit well for a long flight."
We go through all the commotions and check into our Hotel, which we've been to since I can remember. We almost get to our same suite, and Zoe and I get unpacked and start to have fun. Zoe wants to head to the pool, but Dad wants to have dinner first.
Zoe conceded and said, "Okay, let me change and get ready."
Dad Quickly barks back, No, what you're wearing is just fine; I don't need a half-hour wardrobe change."
We all giggle and head for dinner, which is always excellent here, and back to the room.
Zoe's insistence on going to the pool becomes quickly apparent as she puts on the sluttiest red thong bikini imaginable; she, just like me, has a horrible problem with exaggerated nipples that seem to have a mind of their own. Her Lycra Bikini top with her nipples fully on display and her thong riding up her bum was an instant turn-on for my Dad.
