Sara’s Awakening Part 1 (rewritten)

***I posted this story the first time a little over a year ago. It was the first story I’d done on this site and I was amazed that it was received fairly well. The biggest criticism that I received being it was unrealistic that Sara (the main character) who was eighteen was just learning about things such as masturbation and well all things sex related. So this is my attempt at trying to explain the reasoning for why she is the way she is. There are only small changes made but hopefully this will help in making the story a little better than it was previously. I guess I was attempting to give her the naivety and innocence of someone younger but still manage to keep her “of age” as I find the first experiences a person has with “discovering” themselves to an incredibly sexy thing. Anyway hopefully that helps clear it up and I hope you enjoy the new version. Also if you like the re-done version better than the original and think I should do the same with the other parts let me know and I may do so.***


Sara had been laying in bed for a little over an hour now. The first half hour had been easy for her but now her eyes were getting heavy with sleep. Then came the now familiar sound of her door creaking open slowly. It was so faint that normally it wouldn’t have been noticed but Sara had been expecting it. Hoping for it. She tried to be very still lest she give away the fact that she was actually awake. Pretending to still be sleeping she did a little roll in her bed so she was facing the door to her bedroom. Very carefully she cracked her eyes open so she could see the door. It was a little after eleven at night and all the lights in the house were out but she could still make out the shadowy figure of her father.

He had been doing this more often lately. The first time she had caught him was three weeks ago. She closed her eyes again and thought back on the memories of the last few weeks…

*She had been sound asleep when she’d heard a fairly loud bump against her bedroom door. Then a voice lightly whisper “dammit”… It took her a few seconds to realize that it was her dad’s voice. She sat straight up in bed and looked around her room. Her brain was still drunk with sleep but the sleepiness was fading quickly. Her heart was hammering with surprise and fear. She sat there in the pitch blackness of her room listening very carefully. She heard rustling, then the sound of footsteps retreating down the hallway. They were quick but surprisingly quiet.

Sara turned her attention to her bedroom door and saw it was cracked open slightly. Somewhere in the house a light flicked on and illuminated her room slightly. The sleepiness had finally drained from her brain and was replaced by the question of “what exactly had he been doing outside her door”?