by Writing Shark
Alice tries not to think about her special problem
Maybe Connor can distract her. Even though her father doesn’t like him – in fact all the boys in her life are under his wrath, and Alice knows he only means well – he has allowed her to have her freedoms.
‘Hey’, she writes. ‘Are you still awake?’
‘Of course,’ comes the answer back immediately. ‘What’s up?’
Connor is always there when Alice calls him. It’s really sweet and she appreciates it. And he’s in her thoughts when she’s feeling lonely. And in the mood.
And Alice is often in the mood.
‘I have good news,’ she writes. ‘My father gave me more freedoms for my birthday.’ Excited, she presses her body a little deeper into the pillows and dangles her legs in the air. She wiggles her knees, which protrude from under her father’s long shirt, which she has worn for so long that it has taken on her scent. Alice hums softly and closes her eyes. The thought of her exciting future, of all the new things, of the hugs and relaxed togetherness with her family, her father, makes her feel light. She almost forgets the warm throbbing between her legs as she thinks of her father, but as the cell phone vibrates on her belly she realizes the throbbing has only gotten stronger.
Living in this house has this effect on her, she has already found out. Her parents live out their love life so openly that their girls see it, and even though Alice has no experience with such things, she knows what pleasure feels like. Whenever she feels like it, she calls Connor. He is good looking. His slim figure doesn’t have the muscles like in the magazines or that her father has under his clothes, but Alice knows that with love, it’s not just about looks. At school she is always told that a person’s character is the most important thing, and her guidance counselor Miss Hoover agrees. With a guilty look at the ceiling to her father, the hand of Alice moves slowly but deliberately between her legs. Then she remembers that Connor has already answered her. One hand moves to her cell phone, the other slowly strokes along her thighs.
‘Great,’ she reads, her brow furrowing. ‘So has he done what any good father should have done long ago? You’re not his little girl anymore Alice.’
Your daughter moans, not knowing if it’s from tension or frustration. She should have known better. For some reason Connor doesn’t like her father.
‘He’s very proud of me,’ she writes. Please understand this already. As nice as Connor is, there’s only one father like you in the world, and Alice pities her friends who can’t understand how good you are at making their lives great.
‘So am I,’ Connor writes. ‘You’re a great girl and I like being your friend.’
Alice smiles happily. She likes the lanky boy with the kind humor and loving eyes. And she thanks her father for allowing her so many freedoms that she can become friends with him. Alice thinks of Connor, of his body. Her fingers wander between her thighs and stroke down over her tender skin.
“Hmph…” she mumbles. But she can’t push the problem away. “Come on…” With a little more force, she strokes herself. She wants to get wet, wants to feel the lust for Connor that he’s earned. Never has he pushed her or looked at her the wrong way even when she knows what he thinks of her. The guys on the football team, the boyfriend of Valerie, they all stare after Alice when she works out with her teammates in their short outfits. But not Connor. Connor is a gentleman. And he deserves to have Alice touch herself for him. Even if she won’t tell him. Not yet.
But it’s not working, and that frustrates her. She’s embarrassed but she doesn’t often manage to drive herself to orgasm. But she knows how to do it. And Connor is definitely a better fantasy than Davis the quarterback and boyfriend of Valerie. Every girl likes Davis. But not Alice. Alice likes nice guys. And yet…
She’s almost glad when Connor writes, and with a disappointed sigh, she pulls her fingers out from between her legs and readjusts her panties. Once she watched movies, dirty movies. There, the women were all immediately wet and ready. This made Alice feel very insecure.
‘You shouldn’t always think that your father is the most important person in your life, Alice. Your friends are still there.’
What would her father think of these words? Connor doesn’t make it easy for her to defend him against her father.
Annoyed, she lifts the cell phone.
‘Good night Connor. See you tomorrow.’ But she sends a kiss smiley behind so he doesn’t feel too bad. Connor says goodbye in the same way, leaving Alice in her bed.
While her mother continues to scream and moan, Alice lies awake and touches herself. The twitching in her crotch keeps her awake and urges her to move her hands again. She breathes faster as her fingers touch her labia, but she doesn’t get wet. Maybe she shouldn’t imagine Connor as he is, she thinks to herself. She adds some muscle and lets him say the things she would like to hear him say.
You are so beautiful Alice.
“Connor… yeah…” She thinks she should say things like that.
Your body is beautiful. Keeps touching you.
“Yes Connor.” And it works. In her mind, Conor stands over her, powerful and all-knowing. He knows she’s in trouble and helps her.
It’s okay, Alice. You can do this. I believe in you. Rub your little cunt for me. Alcie didn’t even know she knew such words but… She opens her eyes… and hears the soft smacking of….
“Yes Connor” she breathes happily. “I’m touching myself for you. I’m wet for you…”
Keep it up. Horny little thing. I know you can do it. Keep it up!
“Yes! Connor I… Oh God I’m coming for you!” And in her mind, Connor is naked. He’s standing by her bed watching her manage to finger herself to orgasm. Usually it’s so hard for her, but today Connor is helping her.
Alice hears her mother again. She’s going to get fucked hard today.
“Fuck me Connor. Fuck your horny little girlfriend. Watch me give it to myself!”
That’s right Alice my darling. Go ahead. See? You can do it! Rub yourself with your fingers! And that’s what Alice does.
“Thank you Connor. Thank you!” Something builds inside her. Something big comes. Her thighs twitch, then tense. Her bare toes dig into the covers, her head into the pillow. Her hair falls in her face but Alice doesn’t care as she heads toward something big, a powerful orgasm. “Thank you Connor. Finally! Damn it finally!
Way to go, he cheers her on. I’m so proud of you! Almost there. Alice clenches her teeth and her fingers rub quickly over her swollen labia.
“Connor!”
That’s it! Go on. That’s it!
Muffin.
Alice snaps her eyes open.
“What?” But it’s too late. “No!” Her orgasm ebbs, fizzles into something small, disappointing. But the frustration lasts only a moment, then comes the shock. In her mind, standing in front of her bed, is not Connor. “No…” It is her father. He’s nacked. And he eyes her appraisingly, shaking his head. Alice doesn’t understand, is confused and afraid. And she’s in lust, horny, wanting more. “Fuck!” And this time it comes from her as she turns around and presses her head into the pillow, too ashamed and confused to show herself to the world.
But in her mind’s eye, she still sees her father. He looks at her and his look….
I expected more from you Muffin
Writing Shark 