First Kiss Goes Too Far – Part II

My heart dropped into my stomach when I heard my father call my name from my window. Mike quickly released me but stayed standing in front of me, effectively blocking the lower half of my body from my father’s view so I could quickly close up my shorts. My shirt was still in my room; there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about that. Fearfully, I looked at my father.

His blue eyes were looking at me sternly, his lips tightly closed. I knew I was caught but I was more afraid that my mother was behind him than anything else. My father was always a softie where I was concerned but my mother…she would KILL me. “Your mother is upstairs sleeping,” he told me, reading correctly my worst dread and something in my chest loosened a bit although I knew I wasn’t quite out of the woods yet. He turned his gaze on Mike and his eyes went even colder as he looked him over; I’m sure he was figuring as I had that this was no teen boy with his very young daughter. I cringed even lower.

“Say good bye to your…FRIEND.” my father said coldly. “You won’t be seeing him again.” Mike took the hint and got the hell out of there, leaving me standing beneath my own window. My father stared down at me, the oddest light in his eyes as he took in my current state of undress. “I’d tell you to come in the front door but your mother will surely hear us and wonder what’s going on…I’m guessing you’d rather keep this between us?” I nodded shamefully and reached up to him. It took some doing but my father is almost as tall as Mike, and certainly at 43 he was stronger. He lifted me up and I scurried into the window, coming to stand in front of him.

My father was a handsome, redheaded man who was usually smiling and easygoing. He looked down at me now and his disappointment was crushing me, I could tell he was looking at me differently already. He sighed, his blue eyes regretful, and still…something else. “I’m worried about what I saw out there…I think I should wake your mother.”

I burst into tears. “Please, PLEASE don’t tell her, I didn’t even do anything, really” His eyebrow raised at that, he swept his glance down my body. “Honest, we were just kissing!!” I looked up at him, blue eyes huge, sincere, and frightened. Never mind that it wasn’t exactly the truth.

“Don’t bullshit me Tara, you don’t even have a shirt on! ” My father spoke sharply and then he shocked me by taking hold of the front of my bikini between his thumb and forefinger, his finger slipping between my tits to do it, tugging lightly on the front of it before quickly letting go. “Your top is barely on!”

I was crying, ashamed, but not ready to admit to anything. “it’s a bikini top Dad this kind always slips you always have to adjust it!” I looked at him sullenly. “I didnt even do anything…”

He shook his head, disgusted. “I know you’re lying, Tara. I can’t even trust you now, I thought I could ALWAYS trust you. I’m going to wake your mother and she can deal with you…” He started to turn away, and opened my door to leave.

“Wait, Dad, Daddy, please, please don’t wake her, please don’t, please” I tugged on his arm and he stared down at me, looking mezmorized, his eyes taking in my tearful face, my bedraggled clothes.