All day I laid in bed engaged with shapes that graced my ceiling. I saw things in these shapes that I had never seen before and I was slightly frightened by this. There was something different about my room and the girl that was laying in it and I was not sure if that was a good thing or if I had made a terrible mistake. I have had time to think over the events that took place earlier in the evening and I am unsure if I am okay with them or if I feel wronged by my father.

Turning over in my bed I think back on what had happened, my fingers wrapped around my dad’s cock as his cum ran down my fingers. I was so overcome with emotions at the time that it happened, my mind racing but my pussy flooding down my legs and begging for more from my dad, more that I was supposedly going to be getting. Was I excited?

I thought about staying in bed all that day but I was restless enough and new that I needed to get out and get some air. What was I to do on this warm Saturday afternoon.

My phone began to ring as if someone where reading my mind from a distance. I quickly grabbed it and pulled it up to my ear, not bothering to even look who might be calling me.

“Hello,” I spoke clearly into the phone. I was a much better talker on the phone than I was in real life, maybe it was because the person could not see me I felt less scared in putting my voice on the line.

“Hey Brooke,” a boys voice spoke on the other line, causing my heart to race. “What are you doing today?”

I was not sure what to say to Logan. I was shocked that he was even calling me to begin with. Normally he did not go out of his way to talk to me, just when he wanted us to meet up behind the bleachers and make out. The school was locked down on the weekend, so that could not be the reason for actually calling me.

Before I had the chance to answer him, there was a knock at my bedroom door. I could tell that it was my mother because she knocked so lightly as if she were scared to disturb me.

“Logan can you hold on,” I asked.

“Yeah sure,” he responded.

I placed my phone down on my bed and walked quickly over to my door, pulling it open to reveal my mother. She looked dressed and ready to go, which was strange because I did not remember us having plans this afternoon.

“Are you leaving,” I asked her curiously.

“Yes,” she answered. “Your father and I are going to go see your grandmother, she is not feeling so good this afternoon and your uncle was called into work. We are going to be there all day, you want to come?”

I thought about a trip to my grandmothers house, which was not all that bad, she had a million and one channels which I always enjoyed, but I was not really in the mood to spend the day with her. Plus, Logan was on the phone and he seemed interested in my day, so I was going to go with that option, even if it ended in me being home alone for the rest of the day.

“Not today,” I told her, giving her an apologetic face. “Tell grandma that I said hi and I love her would you?”

“Of course,” my mother smiled, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. “I’ll leave you twenty dollars on the table, order pizza or something, we probably won’t be home in time for dinner.”

“Okay, thank you.” I said before shutting the door and running back over to the bed.

“You still there Logan,” I asked into the phone quickly.

“Yep,” he answered.

“So what’s up?” I asked him.

“Not a lot,” he responded. “I was just seeing if you wanted to maybe catch a movie or something.”

I tried not to squeal with excitement, which worked but I was so close to letting it out. This meant he liked me, if he was making an effort outside of school right?

“I would love to go,” I responded, a little of the squeak sadly escaping my mouth. “When would you like me to be there?”

“Um,” he said and then paused. “How about I pick you up at about two and we will go from there.”

“Sounds good to me,” I responded.

“See you then.” He said before hanging up the phone.

I was going on a date with Logan and I only had two hours to get ready.

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The doorbell rang just minutes after two o’clock. My heart was racing as I looked myself over a few more times in the mirror. A red tank top clung to my body, covering slightly the top of my jean shorts that were cut off just below my ass. I wanted to look sexy for Logan, I even avoided wearing a bra. I did not have that big of breasts, so I could get away with it, but they were still there and they were still noticeable, my tiny nipples perked up ever so slightly.

The knocks became louder so I rushed over to open the door. Logan was on the other side, a t-shirt with some sports logo on it covered his body, but it was cut off at the arms, showing off his slightly muscular shoulders. A pair of shorts hung just at his knees, his legs perfect all the way down into his tennis shoes. He reminded me of why I was okay with just kissing behind the bleachers and being kept a secret.

“You look nice,” he said with a slight smile across his face.

“So do you,” I responded.

“You ready to go,” he asked, spinning his keys between his fingers and pointing towards his pick up truck. You could tell it was a hand me down, but still it was a nice truck. Not that I really knew anything about cars.

I looked over him as he moved, his shirt holding on tight to his skin from the sweat that the heat had created. I could see ever single curve of his body, causing my heart to race in my chest. I did not even bother to answer him before I grabbed a hold of his shirt and pulled him into the house, closing the door behind us.

Pushing him against the front door, I brought my lips against his and kissed him hard. I wanted to fill his tongue in my mouth the way I had so many times before. I needed it wrapping itself around my own, his hands holding onto my back and sliding down to my ass. He loved to grab my ass when we were making out and I secretly loved it just as much.

“What are you doing,” he asked me quickly before our lips were pushed back together. I did not answer him and he did not ask me again, we just stood there in the entryway kissing, holding onto one another, until we were completely out of breath.

“Follow me,” I smiled, grabbing a hold of his hand and leading him down the hall into the living room.

Pushing him down onto the couch, I climbed onto his lap. Our mouths quickly met with each other once again, my tongue pushing down his throat, him mouth moaning against my own.

Reaching down his body I worked to undo his pants. I was ready to see what he thought about what I had learned. It did not take long for me to get his pants undone and his cock pulled out. It was no where near as big as my dad’s was, but I wanted it just as much.

“Oh my god Brooke,” he moaned, his hips pushing up against my hand.

“You like that,” I asked him quietly in his ear, before kissing down the side of his neck.

“Oh god yes,” he moaned.

I softly ran my fingers along the length of its cock, helping it get hard between my fingers, which did not take the long. His cock grew surprisingly quick in my hands, unlike my dad’s which took a little bit more coaxing.

Feeling it rock hard between my fingers I moved back and leaned my head down toward his cock. I spit on the tip and he jumped slightly, his moans echoing in my ear. It turned me on so much to hear him moan, I could feel myself getting excited, but this was not about me, it was about Logan. I wanted to make him cum the way my dad had cum.

Once the tip was nice and wet I began to stoke at it quicker, shoving my free hand down his pants and softly wrapping my hand around his balls. This seemed to be the breaking point for him as he moaned loudly.

“Oh fuck Brooke,” he moaned loudly, gripping the side of my arm so hard I was sure that I was going to have a bruise. “I’m cumming.”

I looked down at his cock as his cum shot out, much further than my dad’s. Drops of it covered my shirt and the bottom of my face. I could not help but stick my tongue out and lick the bit of cum that had landed right below my lip. I moaned at the taste absorbed itself into my tongue.

“So how was I,” I asked him curiously.

“You were,” he began, still trying to catch his breath. “You were amazing.”

I smiled big and pressed my lips against his own. We kissed for what felt like hours, his cock still hanging out of his pants, pressing against my pussy from the other side of my jeans, but it was not time for anything more.

I showed him to the door shortly after and ordered by pizza. I had felt like the night had been a success. Logan felt that I was amazing and this made me excited. Even though I knew I could be better because my dad told me so, I liked that Logan though I was great, that just meant that he was going to think I was amazing the better I got. Dad had more to teach me and I was ready to learn anything he had. I was going to be the best at this with his help.

So I sat and waited patiently in my bed, ready for my dad to get home and my lessons to continue.