Aftermath

I still slept with dad and mum. Dad cuddled me but made no advances. I did wake in the night with mum and dad shagging, and again in the morning. I lay there trying to ignore them, it wasn’t that I didn’t want shagging, but I wanted it to be with Jase before anyone else, ignoring the day before with his mum in a field.

I texted Jase, just a question mark a space and then an X as a kiss.

I got two X’s back. Then ‘woods?’

I responded ‘on my way.’

I got up and washed, skirt bra, pants top on and shouted goodbye and was out of the front door before mum or dad could interrogate me.

We both arrived at the car park at the same time. He just pulled me to him and hugged.

“Sorry” he said. “I was a tit.”

“A bit, yeah, but I understand why.”

He took my hand, and we walked our little path along the edge and found our way to our clearing.

“It wasn’t me that had that awful thing happen to them, it was you, and all I could think of was my hurt feelings.”

“I am sorry I hurt them.”

“I know. Mum gave me a right bollocking yesterday afternoon, said I was an insensitive oaf, and she would be very surprised if you ever wanted to see me again.”

Interesting, a bit of adult psychology there by the sounds of it.

“Oh,” I said. “She came to see me and we talked, and once she knew what had happened she was upset, she said that we were too young to deal with what had happened. She said she would talk to my mum and they would come up with something.”

“She said she saw you,” good job I fessed that up then, “and that what you had been through was traumatic even for a grown woman, not a fledgling woman, yes, she called you a fledgling, and that I had acted insensitively and that she was ashamed of me.”

“Ouch.”

“Later, after she must had told dad, dad just called me a ‘bloody idiot that is throwing away something so good that I didn’t know I had it.’ And, yeah, I think he was right.”

“Oh? You are not going to throw away whatever it is that is so good?”

He soft punched me on the shoulder. “Idiot,” he said.

“Oh, he meant me?” I laughed. The first laugh I had in two days. Jase can make me feel so good, it just seemed to have take ‘the happening’ to make me, and him, realise what we had.

“Shit,” I said, “I am scared.”

He hugged me in tight, “scared of what?”

“What we have become, I think we were always on the path to it, but now it is here and it is scary.”

“I know. You were my first and now I want you to be my only and my last.”

“I know, I am the same, but what about our parents?”

“How about we say that they don’t count whilst our mums are taking the tablets?”

“Okay, yes, I can do that.” Could I, I wondered, I still get those unbelievable feelings and do things when I am with other people, could I really keep my end of the promise.

We cuddled and tentatively touched each other. I was still a little sore inside, ‘Gently,” I said, “but I want you inside me.”

After we had parted, Jase still needed to go to work, I had missed one days college, but could soon catch up, I walked slowly home. I waved at Sandra who waved back and made a come in gesture, I shook my head and mouthed a ‘sorry, I can’t’, and I opened up and went indoors, making a conscious effort not to lock the door behind me.

I was sat in the lounge, daydreaming really, sipping water, when dad came home.

“Good,” he said as he saw me in the lounge. “Glad to see you are moping around.”

I gave him the raised eyebrow and he laughed and squeezed my shoulder.

“How’s my best girl?” he asked.

“I’m good dad.” And I was, Jase and I were sorted and the horrors were behind me.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to go upstairs then?” Was this a test I wondered, and anyway , the events had not involved cocks down my throat.

“With you? Of course I do.” I put my glass of water down, stood up and gave dad a kiss on the lips and headed up stairs.

In our bedroom I stripped off my top and bra and was stood in skirt and panties when dad walked into the room.

“Looking good sweetheart.”

“I try to for you dad.” I undid my skirt and let it fall and then turning away from him I bent forwards and slowly removed my panties. I like to give my dad the best view.

I straightened up and turned around, dad was naked too. He walked towards me and scooped me up and placed me on the bed, bent forward and licked my fanny.

It felt good. No horror images, nothing giving me mental grief, just my dad and me, shagging. I held his head loosely in my hands as he ran his tongue up and down my fanny crease, his tongue pressing in, separating my lips, his tongue delving along my valley. I closed my eyes and let dad do it all, it would be a treat. I felt fingers at my entrance, and then two entered me, his tongue still in my valley, I could feel my temperature rising and my boil approaching.

I was really enjoying the fingering, my fanny was being nicely and randomly stretched not simply being pummelled, and dad’s teeth chewing at my clitoris or his tongue sliding in my valley was really working. I felt a twinge between my bottom and my fanny, I felt my nipples tighten and harden and I felt the electrics as they shot from my fanny, heading north, south, east and west.

My back tightened and began to arch, nothing constraining it, no pain just pleasure and my climax exploded through me, intense pleasure at my every point, me screaming my delight and squeezing dad’s head between my thighs as my orgasm pulsed through me.

I lay back, gasping, laughing at my moment, pleasure not pain, relaxed not tense. I was back.