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A Break From Innocence  

bendman4u 55M  
18 posts
5/18/2021 7:02 am

Last Read:
5/18/2021 12:15 pm

A Break From Innocence


Jill had been considered a homely . In high school, other girls from the click called her Bill. She had her posse, a small group of over-achievers that stayed away from the popular parties opting to gather at one friend or the other for game night and movies and popcorn if not pondering complex algorithms and the next biology exam.

She was musing over old notebooks and year books she pulled from boxes that collected dust from a forgotten closet in her parent's basement where she was visiting before going off to start a career.

From the top of the stairs, her father calls down, "Honey, you've got some mail here. I'll put it on the table."

"Thanks." she answers and wonders why she would be getting mail at her parents house? She had moved out years ago when she went off to college.

"God I hardly recognize myself!" She thinks as she thumbs to one of her class pictures! "I can't believe how different I looked." Jill was rigorous in her routine to get fit during college and was nothing like she was in high school. Although she kept to herself, she enjoyed the way the eyes undressed her when she walked into a room. She is certain that even her father has noticed her transformation to being a woman - no eyes were immune to her curves. She remembers a time when she thought that she must be a man and even thought about going that way, but beneath it all, she was always a woman and with the help of one of her professors, learned to appreciate her sex. She will never forget him, even though a much older man in a sexless marriage, he showed her how beautiful she is and how much she enjoys fucking.

Her hand had drifted to pull up her skirt and without thinking of it had begun to stroke her perfectly groomed kitty while she reminisced the first time he came up behind her and ran his hands over her hips. A wet spot on her white cotton panties now visible; hard nipples plucked from her white braless tank top.

"Honey, do you want breakfast?" Her dad loved making breakfast - mornings have always been his favorite time of day. She knows he loves her but wonders about what holds him back. It would be so inappropriate, she knows, but beneath the facade of parental duty - a role he inherited when her parents got crushed by the drunk truck driver - how does he ignore the primal urges? He was such a good daddy to her and all she ever knew growing up, but still.. she wonders.

"Thanks dad, I'll be right up... whatever you are making is fine with me!" She knew he would be making waffles and bacon.

"Got it, darling, coming right up!" His voice was always upbeat and expectant.

She puts away the box of memorabilia and goes upstairs.

"Honey, you really need to go put some clothes on! You are not a little girl anymore." Her mother strolls into the room, clearly rushed as usual with somewhere to run off to - work she says, it's always work.

"Are you going to join us for breakfast? I have a feeling dad is making his special!"

"Not today my love, I am going to the city with Margorie to do some<b> shopping </font></b>today. It is their anniversary coming up and she wants to make a girls day of it and find something nice. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you wanted to come along."

"No, that's fine. I have spent enough time in the car for a few days. I wish they would get the train going again - then it would be so much easier to come out to visit. Thanks though. I'll make sure dad doesn't get into any trouble and keep him company."

"Ok dear, I understand that drive can be grueling." With that, she gives her dad a peck on the cheek and is out the door. "I'll be home this evening - have a good day." she calls over her shoulder as she heads out the door.

Jill turns toward the kitchen where her dad is whisking some batter. "So, whatcha making?" She smiles.

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