Missy: Day Three

Day 3

It was raining when I woke up the next morning. The rain tapped gently against the windows in my bedroom, wind shaking the trees in the backyard. It was one of those days where I wanted to curl up in bed and read, cozy and warm under the covers. But unfortunately at eighteen I still needed to go to school. As quickly as I could I scurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower, closing the bathroom door to keep the steam in. Hopefully it would heat the room up a little and take away my chill.

I showered quickly, knowing Mommy well enough to know she didn’t like to drive in this weather. She would want to leave a few minutes early for the drive to school. I dried off, the soft cotton of the towel rasping against my skin. For a change, I braided my hair, Katnis Everdeen style. I knew my curls would be no match against the rain and dampness all day. Throwing on a cleanly washed and ironed uniform I walked down the stairs.

This morning there was no goodbye blow job at the bottom of the stairs. Instead I found Daddy alone, searching for ‘the good umbrella’ in the coat closet. Today he was wearing a slate grey suit and a dark blue shirt, setting off the color of his eyes. He was so handsome. The suit fit him just right, tight in all the right places. The way it cupped his ass had me tilting my head to get a better eyeful as he rummaged in the closet.

“C’mere pretty girl, Daddy’s in a rush this morning,” he said, hand outstretched towards me.

I skipped to him, leaning against his body when he pulled me close. He leaned down and placed his lips on mine again and kissed me. He wasted no time this morning easing me into it, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, dueling with my own. I whimpered into his mouth when I felt his hand slide under my skirt to cup my ass. After what felt like a few minutes he gave it one last squeeze and pulled back.

“I don’t want to hear about you not tending to your cunny all day again, do you hear me young lady?” he said sternly.

“Yes Daddy!” I replied earnestly, “I’ll be good, I promise!”

He nodded and I watched him jog to his car quickly through the rain. It was really coming down out there.

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At school that day I learned about how Christopher Columbus really wasn’t that great of a guy in History and then about how AP Statistics would help me throughout my whole life. So far this year we had heard more about how useful statistics were than actually learning how to use them. By lunch time the storm had gotten worse, the lights flickering occasionally at the school. Word spread that there might even be an early dismissal, but I was no stranger to those types of rumors. Unless the buses couldn’t drive on the roads and the lights were off, we’d be leaving at our regular 3:30pm dismissal time.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that gym class was canceled. We clearly couldn’t go outside to the soccer field as planned and the boy’s gym class was using the weight room. With an assembly going on for the 9th graders in the gym, ironically on sex education, we were stuck being ‘supervised’ in the girls’ locker room. By supervised they meant that Mrs. Davis would sit in the office attached to the locker room and watch The Bachelor while we hung out until the bell rang.

My pussy was starting to itch from not having attention all day so I went into the bathroom area, choosing the last stall in the back. I sat on the toilet, pulled my panties down and lifted up my skirt.