Ahead of the Curve - Chapter 14: Brighter the Sunshine (MF masturbation menstr)

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Chapter 14: Brighter the Sunshine

I spent the night with Rainey in her bed. We stayed up until almost three so that she could get back in rhythm for her Sunday night shift. I yawned the whole time, but managed to stay mostly awake until she was ready to turn in.

She slept in a nightshirt and panties, me in my boxer briefs, spooning til well after daybreak. I slept a little, buzzing from excitement and new relationship energy. I really liked Rainey, and it wasn't just the excellent blow job she'd give me the night before.

I woke before her and wrapped my arm around her body, hugging her gently as she slept. I listened to the woman breathing for a long time. I slowly slipped my hand over her breasts and massaged them through her shirt. "Mmmm..." she purred softly. Her tits were full and heavy, a nice weight when I cupped them. Her nipples felt large and tender and I lightly pinched them before sliding my hand lower.

I pulled Rainey's shirt up a bit, then slid my hand into her panties. She purred softly again as my fingers massaged her clit, the hard button rising quickly. The string from her tampon was twisted up over the top of her slit, so I pushed it lower, then returned to slowly, carefully circle her erect flesh. "Mmm... Morning... lover..."

"Morning, Rainey," I whispered, "this okay?"

"Mmm-hmm... ohhhhhhh..."

I wasn't in a hurry, slowly building Rainey's tension until she began to rock her hips against me. She pressed her ass back against my erection and then shuddered into a soft, wonderful climax. "Uhhnnnnnnn... Uhnnnnnn... Mmmmm... Mmmm... Ohhhh... Mmmmm... mmmm..."

She turned over to face me, my hand slipping from her panties. I felt wetness on my fingers and carefully held them behind her in case they were bloody. We kissed passionately, Rainey's leg brought up to rest on my hip. She reached into my briefs, pulled free my penis, and stroked my erection against her stomach.

I groaned in pleasure, "Ohhhh... god, Rainey... Mmmm..." I felt my orgasm rushing in like a burst of desert wind, like the heat of a hot shower on a cold day. "Mmmmm..." I ejaculated with each of her strokes, my cum splashing against her stomach. "Ohhhh..."

When I finished, Rainey pushed closer to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me again, our stomachs together, squishing my sticky semen around our skin. "You cum so much..." she whispered in my ear, "I love that..."

"It's all because of you," I told her, honestly.

"Mmm... wish I didn't have to work tonight..."

"Me too... Can I make you some breakfast?"

"Sure... Want to shower with me and help me get this cum off?"

I smiled my agreement.

- - -

Showering with Rainey was playful and fun. I managed to bring her to orgasm again before she said it was too much, her clit very sensitive during her period. I finished first and went into the kitchen. I made coffee, cooked scrambled eggs and sausage, and cracked open a can of biscuits which I soon had baking in the oven.

By the time Rainey joined me, everything was ready. We ate and chatted. I was amazed both at how quickly our relationship felt casual and natural, and also how much better the world looked to me when I woke up next to a beautiful lover. How much brighter the sunshine seemed streaming through the windows. Audrey who? Yeah, it didn't go that far, but it was as close as I'd been since I'd lost her. Only a small part of me felt pangs of guilt over it. And that part was swamped as soon as Rainey kissed me again.

I left her place after breakfast. She had errands to run and I didn't want to overstay what had been a wonderful, much needed night of joy for me.

My daughters were both up when I got home. They were in the living room watching a Marvel movie. A movie which was immediately paused when I came into the room.

"Morning, ladies," I said, greeting them.

"Morning, Dad," they said in grinning unison.

Vic beat her sister to the punchline, "Have fun sleeping with your girlfriend?"

I couldn't help but laugh and smile. "I had a very good night, yes. Thanks for asking."

"So are you like, really dating?" Gwen asked.

"We are."

"Cool. I like Rainey."

"I do, too."

And just as suddenly as it had begun, the subject was changed, "Can I have some money, Dad?" Gwen asked me with a too-innocent expression on her face.

"For what?"

"I need a new dress."

"For what?" I repeated.

"The winter dance. It's two days before break."

"What's wrong with the two dozen other dresses you own?"

"Dad... Please. I really want to look nice for Pete..."

I grinned. "Good ole Pete. When do I get to meet him, anyway?"

"God, Dad. When I'm ready."

"I thought you wanted money for a dress..." I replied, leading her to the obviously better response.

"Next weekend. I'm hanging out with him on Saturday. I'll bring him over first. Will that work?"

I nodded. "How much is the dress?"

Gwen shrugged, "I don't know yet. Audrey's going to go with me to pick one out. She has to get one, too. Her school's got a dance the same night."

"Ah." It stung much less than I would have expected. I suppose having Rainey in my life now gave me the buffer I needed to not feel jealous of Travis and his relationship with my young ex-girlfriend. "Ballpark it."

"Mmm," Gwen said, thinking, "Two hundred?"

"One hundred," I countered.

"One fifty," Gwen offered back.

"One hundred."

"Dad, you're supposed to negotiate."

"One hundred. If I like Pete, I'll negotiate. If I don't like Pete, Vic gets your one hundred."

Vic laughed loudly and Gwen stomped her foot, "Dad!"

"I'm half joking," I mussed Gwen's hair and said, "Tell you what. I'll give you One hundred. Every dollar over that has to come out of your spring clothes budget. An advance of sorts. Deal?"

"Alright, fine," she agreed, "but Vic better not get it just because you don't like Pete."

"What ever gives you the idea I won't like Pete?" I teased her.

Gwen rolled her eyes and turned back to the television, restarting the movie and ignoring the way Vic and I laughed.

- - -

Pete was a fairly short boy for sixteen. Maybe five-foot-three. Maybe five-four. His hair was dark, with bangs, a little shaggy in the back. A white guy who might have had Italian or Greek roots by the slight olive complexion. I met him at the door when I heard Gwen pull up in her car. "Hello. You must be Pete. I'm Darren, Gwen's father."

"Hello," the boy said evenly. He was a touch nervous. Good, I thought. I prefer him to fear me just a bit.

"We're gonna swim for a while," Gwen said, pushing past me. I let Pete follow her, then made Vic and me lunch. The two of us sat together, eating chicken salad and grapes, beside the pool while Gwen and Pete swam.

"Nice kid?" I asked Vic quietly.

She shrugged, "I suppose."

"Any rumors about him I should know?"

"Ummm," Vic thought a moment, "Not really. He dated a girl last year, so I hear. They broke up because... I don't know... reasons?"

"Decent student?"

She shrugged again, "No idea, Dad."

"I though you were somewhat cool with his brother."

"Somewhat," Vic agreed, "but we don't talk about Pete."

"You're supposed to be my insider, Vic. Get me the details I need to know. Don't make me take your license to kill away for failure to perform."

Vic cocked one eye at me and closed the other, "Are you telling me to spy on my sister?"

"Given how the last few years have gone, I assumed that was already part of your job description."

My daughter laughed. "I suppose. Sorry, I really don't know much about him. Seems okay to me, though. He sure likes kissing Gwen, that I know for certain."

I watched the way Gwen frolicked with her boyfriend. She certainly acted happy around him. Teasing him gently, laughing at his jokes. The two clearly knew it was a bad idea to do more than laugh and talk where I could see them. I expected the kissing and whatever else they did together would wait for later.

We had an open-door bedroom rule until Gwen was fifteen, but I thought it was only right that if she had my blessing to engage in sexual activities, she should also have a safe place to do so, namely closed in her own bedroom. While it made me uncomfortable to think that my daughter might have sex while I was in the house, it was much better than the two of them doing it in a car, or behind a store, or somewhere less savory. At least here, I could be sure she had a supply of condoms at hand, a soft bed, and a reasonable amount of safe privacy for her intimacy.

I'd given Vic the same permission when I'd offered to put her on birth control. She didn't say much about it, really, but as we sat there watching Gwen and Pete, I reminded Vic again that birth control was an option.

"Thanks, I know. I'm not having sex any time soon, Dad."

"Okay. I'm just saying that... sometimes you don't really plan to, but then you want to. You still keep condoms in your purse, right?"

"Always..."

"Okay. And if you do decide—"

"God, Dad. Honestly."

"—if you do decide to have sex, I'd much rather you do it here at home and not risk it somewhere you might not be safe."

"Okay. I get it. Jeez, you're obsessed with me having sex..."

I thought a moment, considering her words. "No," I replied, "I'm obsessed with trying to come to grips with having two beautiful daughters who are old enough to make that decision for themselves now. I just want you to be safe, Vic. That's all. One day, if you have kids, you'll look back and understand. Trust me. I love you and just want you to be safe."

Vic tilted her head and smiled, "Yeah, I know. I'm just giving you a hard time... Thanks."

I nodded.

Gwen and Pete got out of the pool. "Can we order pizza?" she asked.

"Got any money on your card?"

"No..."

I shrugged. That was our deal, usually. We ordered out sometimes, but if one of them suggested it, it was upon her to pony up. I usually ended up paying most of it, but it was the principle of the matter. "Guess we starve, then."

Pete grinned even as Gwen rolled her eyes. "Do you have any on your card?" she asked her sister.

Vic shrugged. "Maybe. What's in it for me?"

"Pizza. Pizza. Just pizza." Gwen responded.

"Drive me to the movies and pick me up after. I'll buy the pizza if you'll do that."

"Fine. Deal."

I loved watching my girls barter. It was an important skill. Sure, I had enough money that each of them would likely inherit enough to be picky about when and where they worked. But I still wanted them to understand that it isn't always easy to pick and choose what you can afford. If things got bad and either had financial issues, it was vital that they were able to weight costs and benefits and handle budgets. They'd grown up negotiating with me and with each other. They were actually quite good at it.

So, Vic ordered pizzas while Gwen went to change. She left Pete with me. I offered the lad a seat and he plopped down.

"How's your coursework this year?" I asked.

"Not too bad."

"Any challenging courses?"

"Physics I. Definitely not easy."

"Gwen's taking that. Are you in the same class together?"

Pete shook his head, "Nah. Unfortunately hers is in the afternoon. I've got a morning. The only ones we have together are English and Chemistry."

"At least you share those."

"Yeah."

"Got any plans after you graduate? You'll be a senior next year, right?"

"Yeah. I'm looking to go to college. My mom wants me to go to Penn, near where she lives. Dad hopes I'll go to UoH. I haven't decided."

"Doesn't sound like an easy decision. At least you have time. Any subjects that really interest you?"

"I dunno. I kinda like English."

"Hard field to find a job in. Teaching, mostly, I think."

"Yeah. I like to write. I've had a couple of stories published in a magazine."

"Oh?"

Pete replied, "Yeah. I write magical fantasies about this guy who came from our world and got pulled into a place where there's magic. I'm working on a full novel."

I liked to hear that the boy had a purpose in life other than the contents of my daughter's panties. "That's fantastic. Could you have Gwen send me link or something to what you've published? I like fantasy and sci-fi."

"Sure," the boy said enthusiastically, "Yeah, I'd like that. Let me know what you think."

"I will."

Gwen came back then, dressed in a t-shirt and blue jeans, and said, "Bathroom's free now. Go get changed."

Pete rose and nodded towards me.

"Nice talking with you, Pete."

Gwen plopped down in his place, eyes narrowed, "Talking about me?"

"Not really. I didn't know every conversation had to be about you." I cracked a smile to let her know I was joking.

"Very funny. So what did you talk about?"

"Pete's plans for college. His writing. Did you know he has been published?"

Gwen smiled, "Yeah. He's a good writer. He's even written me poems."

"Can I read them?"

"Hardly... they're... personal..."

"I see," I replied, "well, I like knowing that your boyfriend has some hobbies in his life. Writers are usually readers, and readers are usually the smartest people in the room."

"I read," she said.

"I know. I was including you."

"Oh," Gwen glanced inside then spoke quieter. "I really like him, Dad."

"I can see that. Seems like a good kid."

"He is. Listen," Gwen fidgeted. The only times she fidgeted were when she wanted to same something which made her uncomfortable. "I... I, um... We... Pete and I... I think we're getting close... you know... to that point...?"

"Okay..."

"I just... I wanted you to be okay with it. You said you were, but that was before, you know, we got more serious... I think I'm ready..."

"It's your decision to make, Gwen. You know that. If you trust him and you like him... All I can do is ask you to use condoms..."

"We will. I have them in my room..."

"All I ask, part two," I smiled, "is that whatever happens in your room, Vic and I don't have to hear it..."

"God, Dad!" Gwen blushed fiercely.

"Just saying... I'll make you the same promise should Rainey stay over."

"Deal."

"Music helps. Turn it up loud." I was chuckling freely by that point as Gwen's face turned beat red.

"I got it, thanks!" She stood up, started to walk away, then she stopped and laughed, shaking her head. "You're a little crazy, you know that, Dad?"

"Now we know where you got it from."

She laughed. "Alrighty, then. I think the pizza's here. Good chat, Dad." She paused again, then wrapped her arms around me.

I knew instinctively that, despite her outward confidence in being sure she was ready for sex with Pete, she was also quite nervous. I hugged her back and whispered, "Be safe, but have fun too, okay? Sex is fun. Don't worry too much. Just go with what feels good. You'll get the hang of it soon enough."

"Thanks, Dad. I love you."

"Love you too, Gwennie."

- - -

Vic and I sat in the living room watching an animated movie about bugs. Gwen and Pete had quietly slipped back to her bedroom and closed the door. When I'd heard the music grow loud enough to hear in the hallway, I gathered up my youngest daughter and suggested we stay on the other side of the house.

Vic was stretched out on the couch, her head against my outer thigh. "Are they having sex?" she asked almost an hour after we'd started the movie.

"No idea."

"I bet they are having sex," she said confidently.

"Possibly."

Vic said nothing a moment, then asked, "Is sex fun, you know, like everyone says?"

I suppose it might have been an uncomfortable conversations for some dads, but I'd had to raise two young girls through puberty and beyond. I'd had many uncomfortable moments, but being honest with them about sex were actually some of the easiest.

"Yes. It is a lot of fun."

"I thought so," Vic replied. "Did you have sex with Rainey?"

"Sort of..."

"What's that mean? How do you sort of have sex with someone?"

"Well," I said, sipping my scotch, "usually, when people say they have sex, it means vaginal intercourse." I didn't mention that anal sex usually qualified, as well. "Rainey and didn't do that..."

"So what did you do, like, mouth stuff?"

I laughed. "Yes. Like, mouth stuff."

"Oh." She wrinkled her nose and her legs started to rock back and forth. "That seems kinda weird."

"It's not weird. It's just another part of being intimate with someone."

"So... you like, put it in her mouth?"

"Yes."

"Then what?"

I laughed again, "Now we might be walking a bridge too far, Vic. I'm not providing a play-by-play for you."

"I'm just asking. I don't know anything about that stuff."

"You've never seen porn on your laptop, that's what you're telling me?" I knew she had. Even though I'd installed filters on both girl's computers, I'd found that they'd been able to bypass them to access adult sites.

"Mmm, I dunno..."

"Be honest..."

"Okay, fine. I've seen them, yeah, but... that's not, like, real, right? They're just acting?"

"Kind of. They are definitely having sex, at least most of the time. They may be acting about what it's like, you know, exaggerating, doing things that make it easier to film rather than more enjoyable. But they're having sex."

"Oh." Vic was quiet a moment, then she said in a soft voice, "Dad... this may seem like a weird question, but, uh... when a boy... you know... does stuff in a girl's mouth... what's she really supposed to do with it? Does she have to... you know... swallow it?"

I almost laughed, but she was being serious and if she was old enough to ask the question, she deserved a serious answer. "That depends. You've kinda got three options. Spit, duck, or swallow."

Victoria giggled. "Ew."

"Not ew. At least not everyone thinks it's gross," I replied. "You can make him ejaculate somewhere other than your mouth, you can let him do so in your mouth and then spit it out in a tissue or something, or you can swallow it."

"Which one did you want Rainey to do?"

"Getting close to that line, again... but... I suppose most guys, myself included, like the 'swallow' option."

Vic stared at the screen. "Figures. The grossest one."

I stroked my daughter's hair. "Oh, Victoria. You're in a place where the whole world is ahead of you. Old enough to talk honestly about sex, yet too young to know exactly what you're asking."

I felt her shrug. "I'm just saying it sounds gross."

"You might feel differently in that moment, though. If you're enjoying it, and you like the guy, you might decide otherwise. Anyway, I think I've said enough about blow jobs and swallowing."

Vic convulsed with laughter. "'Blow jobs and swallowing'," she repeated. "You're crazy, Dad."

"You're the second daughter to tell me that today. I'm glad I don't have a third to confirm it."

With the sound turned up for the movie, I never heard Gwen and Pete come out of the bedroom until the door opened and I heard Gwen call back inside, "I'm taking Pete home."

The door closed before I could respond, and Vic looked up at me from my side, giggling. I just shook my head and smiled.

- - -

The movie was over and Vic was in her room when Gwen came back. "Hey, Gwennie... err... sorry, Gwen."

She looked flushed and a bit sweaty, trying not to meet my eyes.

"Everything okay?"

Gwen couldn't hide a smile, "Uh-huh."

"Just checking."

She stood in the doorway as if she wasn't sure what to do next.

"You can come in. You do live here."

"I know, I'm just... processing."

"Want to come sit and talk?" I asked gently.

She nodded a few times and I led us to the living room, turning down the documentary I'd been watching.

"So... tell me what's on your mind," I prompted her.

Gwen's grin grew broad and toothsome. "Oh... I dunno..."

"Dunno, or not sure how exactly to tell me that you're not a virgin any more."

Gwen blushed but kept smiling, "Something like that... yeah."

"Anything you want to tell me? You don't have to tell me anything, you know."

She shrugged. "I dunno. I just feel... different, I guess."

"Sometimes it does that to you."

"Like... I've wanted to do that a while, but actually doing it... I guess I wondered when or if it would ever happen."

"I'm happy for you."

"Thanks, yeah... It was cool..."

"Cool?"

"Fun, I guess. Yeah, fun."

"It will get better. Like your dancing. The more practice you get, the better you'll get."

"Jeez, Dad," Gwen proclaimed, still smiling, "are you actually encouraging me to have sex with Pete again?"

"Not precisely, no. But you will, if that what you want to do. I'm just saying that you'll learn things along the way. Different things you like. New positions. Ways of doing the same things in a different manner."

"Good to know." She was quiet a moment, then asked me, "Odd question, though. Like... Ugh... I can't believe I'm going to ask this... Like... how long does it usually last?"

I chuckled. "I suppose that's not so odd a question."

"Well, like... It was over pretty fast."

"That happens on a lot of first times, Hon. That's one of those 'it gets better' sort of things. You'll figure out how to make it last longer, if you want. He will, too. I assume," I said gently, "that he was rather worked up by the time you had intercourse?"

"Jesus," she muttered under her breath. "I suppose."

"That's part of it, then. Young guy, excited. He'll get better at it."

"Okay... I mean... I'm not complaining. It was fun and all, I just... you know... thought it might be more than it was once it started."

I shrugged, "Sometimes it depends on how you look at things. You might kiss and touch for an hour and then spend sixty seconds on intercourse. Not saying that's the preference, but that's still an hour you spent together."

"That about nailed it..." Gwen said, "I was just worried, you know... maybe I did something wrong."

"I doubt it. Take it as a bit of a compliment, Sweetie. He likes you so much he couldn't hold back."

Gwen laughed. "I have the strangest conversations with my father," she said to the room.

"But at least I'm honest. Look, Gwen. You can talk to me about anything. You know that. No matter how personal. Jeez, remember who was the one to help you put in your first tampon?"

"I really try to forget that..."

"Well I haven't, because I love you. I'd do anything for you, and if that means helping with your period, or talking to you about sex, I just want you to know the truth, no matter how uncomfortable it might seem."

She nodded and smiled, "Thanks, Dad. I really do appreciate that. I think... I think I'll go to bed early tonight." She made a show of stretching, "This non-virgin is rather worn out..."

I shook my head and she leaned in for a hug. "Love you, Dad."