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No I wrestled with it, but never considered stopping it, only how to manage it, so I guess I wanted it to happen, still felt like maybe I misread her intent, no I didnt, she was going to push me, she knew it wouldnt be a big push, we both knew what that fucking kiss implied, of that Im sure.
After giving the girls sodas and snacks, trying not to catch Jills eye, doing it anyway, her smile half sexual half innocence, or I projected that, quickly back downstairs, laundry room, a single dads day never ends.
Pow, like a two by four to the face, I knew my kid was holding back, having returned from her moms, but when I coaxed out her reason, wow, I was crushed, felt weary, beaten, She had decided that she wanted to try living at her moms, who had gotten an aparment, finally, after living at her moms for years.
She would have to switch schools, be an hour away from me and her friends, but she was determined, I knew I had to surrender, it was hard, but she needed to do this, why, I didnt care to guess, her mother was a cunt, straight up, miserable cunt.
Jill was peaches, going into a whole, over the top sarcastic drama about how we were madly in love, screwing on the washer, the other girls giggling, lots of ewws at Jills graphic description, fuck the cunts, I found my girl, cringing at that bit of tripe, brief wallowing in pity, at my inability to stop my feelings for her, quickly overtaken by pride, for Jills ability to deflect my bitchy daughters agression, knew Jill would be fine in life, she was wise and clever, her ability to grab everyones attention, she was a true diamond in the rough, so much potential, the semihorrible thought, wish she was my kid, thats something.
I entered the room, giving her a sly, I heard everthing wink, receiving the best smile, right to my heart, leaving the kids to their teen flick, feeling right that we delayed the inevitable, wanted to make it perfect, not some rushed, standing up in the mudroom shit, Jill deserved to be shown how wild it could all be, or maybe I was just being selfish, either or, I was getting into Jills pussy soon.
Her face was so flushed, she was gasping for air, licking her lips seductively, making sexy purrings, I had to have her, it was not possible to stop, again, I knew it was wrong, just impossible to stop.
Feeling worse, trying to get away, made her upset, we forced ourselves to talk it out, that I would admit my sexual feelings for her, that I was lonely, that I viewed her differently from her peers, who from the sound of things were having a great time cyberbullying a girl in their class, seems my kid was becoming her mom all right,so sad, so real.
Agreeing to talk later, Jill, with an awkward kiss, throwing her lips at my face, eyes closed, me catching her soft, full, hot lips, savoring their brief touch of mine, the electricity real, her eyes opening, staring at each others souls, that was fucking wild, she stumbled going upstairs to join the party, a look of confused lust making her glow, me feeling torn, yucky for not stopping this train, flushed with excitement, how alive she made me feel, not only the possibilites of her young, supple body, her mind, her quick comebacks, the ability to carry on conversation, fuck, she read books, real books, not because she had to, she wanted to, the broads I dated all read fucking People, like the words mattered.
All this in defense of what occured toward the end of my daughters ninth year of high school.
It was just getting springlike, that feeling of surviving another hard winter propelling you, energy soaring, happy to be alive, everything kosher, I was content.