First Date I
I hate hearing my parents fight. Especially when it’s about me.
“It’s time you stepped up as her father.” My mom screams. “It’s time you became her father, for real.”
I’ve seen them argue enough to visualize it in my head - mom standing at the doorway, arms crossed, one leg bent and my poor daddy sitting on their bed with his face in his palms.
“She’s not ready!” My dad doesn't yell but his voice is powerful enough to travel through the wall. “She’s still my sweet little girl.”
I disagree. I am ready. I don’t know why dad thinks otherwise, why he still thinks I’m such a little girl. I’m a senior now! Maybe it is my fault though. I try so hard to be a good girl, it’s all I know how to do.
“She’s not your little girl anymore darling, she’s your daughter.” My mom’s voice is softer now. “She’s your legal eighteen year old daughter. And all of her friends are already dating their fathers. If you don’t step up, Isabelle will think it’s because you find her ugly or repulsive or dumb or something.”
“I think she’s the most beautiful, smartest and amazing woman ever!” My dad snaps.
“I know you do, sweetie. But it’s your job as her father to make sure she knows that.”
“You’re right.” My dad sighs and I hear him fall back on the bed. “I’ll pick her up from school tomorrow and ask her on a date.”
I’ve waited so long to hear those words that I started to believe I never would. My knees wobble and my stomach twists. I can’t believe my dad is actually going to ask me out on a date tomorrow! No more will I just have to watch the other girls at school spend their free periods with their dads, no more will I just have to see friends tag themselves with their dads on social media every weekend, no more will I have to feel like a little girl. Tomorrow, I will finally be like everyone else, I will finally be a woman dating her daddy.
“Good!” I hear my mom walk over and join dad on the bed. “Now let me fuck your brains out while I still can. I doubt I’ll get many chances now you’re dating our daughter.”
“Come on, she hasn’t even said yes yet.”
My mom scoffs. “Of course she’s going to say yes. You’re her father and she loves you.”
I hear my parents start to make love. I’m so excited about daddy asking me out tomorrow - I can feel it in my stomach and between my legs - that I decide to go peek at him.
I tip toe past my twin brother’s room. It’s half the size of mine, the only non-master bedroom in the house. We have your typical layout: a master bedroom with an ensuite for the parents, a master with an ensuite for daughters to share with their fathers, and a basic bedroom for any sons. Sometimes I feel sorry for boys - they have to wait to become fathers to experience love like us girls - but tonight is not one of those times, tonight I am too excited.
My parent’s door is ajar. I sit down by the crack and peer in. I don’t even bother to glance at my mom, I only have eyes for daddy. This isn’t the first time I’ve watched my dad but I don’t touch myself like I normally do. I’m too afraid I’ll make a noise and somehow mess up my chances with daddy tomorrow.
I try to imagine myself in there with dad. The thought both scares and excites me.
I head back to my bed when they finish and slip a hand under my pajamas.
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