This story was inspired by a story by WordsInTheDust, called Unintentional Lolita. I'm attempting to follow the same general premise but with my own characters and story. Some plot points may be similar but written with my own take on it. Some of the original plot points will not appear here. This is intended to be a slow burn.
Another user, 8Letters, helped to review this and kindly gave me an unpublished similar story for reference.
All characters are above 18 years old. This is entirely a work of fiction, for entertainment only.
Boundaries. All parents set them for their kids. Don't eat cookies before dinner, bedtimes, curfews, etc. Some of those boundaries shift as the kids get older, or when kids push them to be changed. Begging to stay up just 30 minutes later to watch another show on TV, and so on.
But what happens if boundaries set by society, boundaries you'd never dream of crossing begin to shift? This is one such story. It involves myself, Mike, my lovely wife Carrie, and our daughters, Kristen and Allie, the youngest. As I write this, my wife and I are retiring. On our way to visit Allie, our youngest daughter, and her family. Her daughter is turning eighteen soon.
Now, given the type of story this is, readers may assume it's about my granddaughter. It isn't. The story takes place about 20 years ago. Before social media, before smartphones, the internet was in its infancy. Our eldest, Kristen, was twenty-one, away at college. Allie was eighteen and just 2 months from graduation.
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"I'm worried about her, Mike." my wife, Carrie, said. "For the past few weeks, she's shut herself off and barely talks to us. She stays in her room, playing games or whatever she's doing."
I nodded. "I know, Allie used to be more engaged, but she was never very outgoing. Not like Kristen." Our older daughter, Kristen, was a social butterfly, always out with friends.
Carrie sighed. "Allie needs to go out, socialize, go on a date, or anything, rather than spending all her time playing on her PlayStation." Kristen showed no interest in video games when the kids were younger, but Allie loved them. I was happy about that, but my wife was less than thrilled. She thought for a moment. "Hey, how about we get her out of the house? Send her out on a date?"
"You want to set her up with a boy?" I chuckled. "I think she needs to find her own boyfriend."
My wife smiled and approached me, her hands on my chest. "How about I set her up with a handsome, charming older man?" In response to my raised eyebrows, she continued, "How about a father-daughter date? You can take her out, have a nice evening out, and maybe you can get her to open up and tell you what's been bothering her."
I chuckled. I wasn't opposed to the idea. I had taken both daughters out in the past. But that was when they were younger. Once they hit their mid-teens, they wanted nothing to do with their parents. "She's eighteen. I don't think she wants to be seen going out with her old man."
My wife wrapped her arms around my neck. "I'll talk her into it. Or at least try. How about next Friday night?" Her lips brushed mine. "Besides, it will give me a chance to drag her out shopping." My wife was always trying to get our youngest daughter into fashion." Our lips melded together, as our kiss deepened.
"Eww, get a room you two!" We pulled apart as Allie came into the room. She smirked at us as she opened the fridge, despite her feigned disgust. Allie wore her red hair in a frizzy unkempt bun and was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and track pants. Her glasses distracted from her pretty face rather than complementing it. She was very much a tomboy, unlike her sister.
Carrie sighed, but bit her tongue, refraining from commenting on how our daughter was dressed. "Allie, honey, your dad has something to ask you." she shot me a look.
"Ah, yeah, how about we get dinner and catch a movie next Friday? Just the two of us."
Allie looked at me, then her mom. She seemed unsure about the idea at first, then she smiled, thought for a moment, and said, "The new Harry Potter movie is out! Can we go see that?" Her eyes shined with excitement. She was a huge fan of the books and the movies.
I smiled and said, "Of course, sweetie."
"Yay!" she smiled and kissed me on the cheek. She then hugged her mother, who ushered her off to her room, probably to discuss shopping for clothes. I chuckled and left them to it.
Work was busy for the next week, so I put the planned evening out of my head until Friday arrived.
Carrie had me wait in the living room while she and Allie prepared. Probably doing Allie's hair, putting the final touches on her daughter. I waited patiently, reading the paper, until my wife called. She was standing at the foot of the stairs, waving me over. She looked exceedingly pleased with herself. I chuckled.
"Allie, come down now!" Carrie called.
"Do I have to?" Allie asked, out of sight at the top of the stairs. She then began to descend.
My jaw dropped. The transformation her mother had put her through was truly remarkable. Her red hair framed her face perfectly. She had been at a stylist. She was wearing contacts. Her face was beautiful. Lightly made up, she was a natural beauty. She wore a simple top and a flowing skirt that ended just above her knees. The outfit showed off her curves nicely. The material swished back and forth around her legs. Something I'd normally find very attractive on a woman, but I put that thought out of my head.
She did, however, look very uncomfortable and shy. "Mom, I look silly. Can I go change into regular clothes?" she said, looking like she was about to bolt upstairs.
My wife elbowed me out of my reverie, and I cleared my throat. "Honey, you look beautiful. Perfect." I reached out my hand.
She looked at me, a soft, shy smile beginning to play across her lips. "Thank you. Although you have to say that!"
I laughed. "No, really, honey, you look very pretty."
Her emerald eyes finally met mine. "Thanks." She said simply and smiled. "Let's go!"
We ate at a small Italian place near the theatre. As we waited for the food, we spoke about school, video games, and the movie. Finally, I decided to try to find out what had been going on with her. "You've been a bit withdrawn lately, Allie. Your mother and I have been a bit worried. Is everything ok?"
Her smile dropped. "Yes." She said hurriedly, "No. I don't know." She looked around. "Can we talk about this later? Please? I don't want to talk here."
I agreed, of course, but dread filled my heart. What was it that had her so worked up? Did someone hurt her? Or worse? We ate mostly in silence for the rest of the meal, I paid, and we headed out, walking towards the theatre.
On the way, she took my hand. "Dad?" I looked at her, "Can we go for a walk instead? I want to talk."
I nodded and suggested we walk along the canal that runs through town. It was a nice warm evening. My mind worked overtime, scenarios running through my mind, and how I was going to react. If someone hurt my little girl...
She soon pulled me over to stand by the rail overlooking the canal, out of the way of passersby. "Dad," she took a big breath. "I have... had... a crush on a boy."
"OK," I was wondering where this was going. It didn't sound like it was heading in a direction I was going to be pleased with.
"Billy. He's cute. I was talking to him at lunch last week and told him I liked him. He said he liked me too, and suggested we go for a walk after school."
My eyes narrowed, but I motioned for her to go on.
She took a deep breath. "After class, he found me and asked me to go down to the gym with him to pick up his gear. He was sweet. He came out of the locker room with his bag and held my hand, leading me to a quiet spot nearby where we could talk. He was being really nice, but then he asked if he could kiss me." She looked away for a moment.
"Go on."
"I said yes,", her voice trembled. My fist clenched unconsciously. "He asked me to close my eyes, and pucker. So, I did and waited." I nodded encouraging her to continue. "He didn't kiss me. Instead, it was Gerald."
I frowned. "Who is Gerald."
