Different Dads, Different Daughters – Chapter 2

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Different Dads, Different Daughters – Chapter 2

The next morning was hectic for both Ryan and Patty. Between him trying to get ready for work and her in a hurry to leave for school, the two of them continually tripped over one another. About the only place where there wasn’t interference was in the shower. Mind you, when one was attempting to wash the other of the results of the previous evening, their co-operation severely compromised their schedules.

“Dad, move your head out of the way! I can’t see what I’m doing if you keep staring at your cock!”, Patty kept telling her Dad as she tried to wash the thin film of blood off him. She had insisted that she be allowed to do that chore based on the logic that it was her hymen that had caused the stain in the first place, and it was therefore her responsibility to clean it up. Ryan’s version had something to do with being the person that had actually broken her maidenhead, and as a result it was his job to wash both of them.

Having finally gotten each other washed, the two dried each other off, laughing and giggling like a couple of teenagers, although technically, only Patty could claim that excuse. When they were both dressed, they made their way down to the kitchen, ate breakfast, and stared into each other’s eyes like the love-struck puppy dogs they were.

“Are you gonna be okay all alone here after school?”, Ryan quizzed his daughter.”I mean, I wouldn’t want you to get lonely all by yourself.”

“Umm, I’ve been looking after myself after school for the last four years. Why would that change now?”, Patty reprimanded him, but with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Arriving at school, Patty met up with some of her friends before their first class. They all seemed to note that Patty somehow seemed undefinably different this morning, and she had a far-away look in her eyes
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“Patty, are you okay?” asked her friend Michelle. “You look like you’re about a zillion miles from here! What the hell’s going on with you?” Patty caught herself before sharing this new part of her life with her best friend. The two girls had known each other since before they started elementary school, and had been inseparable all that time.

“Oh nothing. I’m fine, just a little preoccupied though. Dad and I got talking last night, and he gave me a lot to think about. I’m just trying to sort it out in my mind” was her excuse.

“Like, what were you two talking about? It must have been pretty complex to get you so . . . I don’t know. You’re almost dreamy-eyed. Hey! Have you got a new boyfriend you’re not telling me about? Come on, fess up! Who is he? And don’t spare any of the juicy parts either!” Michelle grilled her.

“No, silly! Nothing like that. Dad met an old family friend that we’ve known for as long as I can remember and brought him over last night. Shit, I haven’t seen . . . Paul . . . like forever! Anyway, we all got to remembering old times, but Paul’s version is way different than what I remember. Funnier, too. We must have talked and laughed until after midnight, and I’ve never had so much fun in my whole life. I have a sneaking suspicion, though, that some of the things that Paul came up with are total bullshit. Guess that’s just his way of keeping us entertained, but what a laugh he can be!” She hadn’t meant to use her Dad’s middle name, but it was the only one she could come up with that would fill the gap.

“Really?” injected Michelle. “So when are you gonna let me meet this B.S.ing Dude? Or are you hogging him all to yourself?” Oops, this was getting a little too intense for Patty to try and remember what fibs she told. Her Dad had always said that if she told nothing but the truth, she wouldn’t have to keep track of her lies. Now she knew exactly what he meant.

“Good question. He took off late last night — well, this morning, actually, as it was after midnight — and I have no idea when we’ll see him again. Sure hope it’s not long though. He’s great to be around.” Silently she thought to herself, “Great for me, at least, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna share him with anyone else!”

The rest of her school day was a blur. Her concentration was minimal at best, and two of her teachers had threatened her with detention if she didn’t smarten up and “get with the program”. After school, she and Michelle walked home together, just like every other school day, but Patty’s mind seemed to be miles away, and that fact wasn’t lost on Michelle. She just wasn’t sure if she should pry into Patty’s little world, or just give her friend some space. It wasn’t that Michelle was worried as such, but she did have some concerns.

“Patty, what the fuck is going on in that head of yours? You’ve been staring into space all damned day, walking around like a bloody zombie, and I doubt you’ve heard more than ten words anyone’s said to you since this morning! If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think you finally got laid! So, who’s the lucky guy?”

“I got what? You think I got laid? Shit, I wish! Maybe some guy’s cock in me might get this fucking fog outta my head, but I doubt it. No, it’s nothing like that. Just that some of the things that . . . Paul said last night have got me thinking, and I’m just trying to get my head around all of it. It’s no biggie. Really”, but in her mind she could hear her brain screaming at her that she had to tell someone — anyone — all about what she had experienced. But then there was that part about her lover also being her Dad. That would be a major complication. No, she’d just have to give herself some time to let it all sink in, and keep her big mouth shut in the meantime.

Patty looked at her friend intently, thinking, “Damn Michelle! You’re my best friend, and I can’t even tell you how wonderful I feel, or why! It’s just not fair! I hate keeping a secret from you, but what else can I do?” The questions just kept going around and around in her head, but nothing helped her clear her thoughts.

“Listen, why don’t you come over to my house for a while?” Michelle offered. She was really starting to worry about her friend now, but had no idea how to help her. “Maybe we can talk, and you can tell me all about this Paul guy, okay? He seems to have really gotten into your head, because your brain is totally fucked up! And ya know what? It’s starting to really scare the shit outta me!”

“Yeah, maybe that might be a plan. Get my mind off this shit, and get back to somewhere sane?” Patty agreed.

“Umm, you want to stay over for dinner tonight? Then we can maybe do something afterwards?” Michelle suggested.

“No . . . well . . . maybe. I’ll have to check with Dad first. Actually, the more I think about it, if I was gonna talk to anyone, it’d be him. I know, I know, most fathers can be real assholes, but mine’s pretty cool. I mean, he actually listens to me, and helps me figure things out. I guess in that regard, I’m a pretty lucky girl.”

“Wow! I knew you and your Dad got a long okay, but he actually listens?