Two Young Gymnasts Part Two - Sex Stories

Two Young Gymnasts Part Two

... the seat with a smile on her lips. She sensed his gaze and turned towards him. The look of love, almost adoration, in her eyes set any doubts he might have at rest. This was so obviously right, so obviously what she wanted. They drove the rest of the way home in a companionable silence. After a minute or two Jake felt his daughter’s hand slide onto his thigh where it stayed until they pulled into the garage. They sat there for a moment once he’d switched off the engine. Christine turned towards her father; “You do mean it” she asked “you really will be my boyfriend?” Jake nodded; he wasn’t at all sure what was going to happen now but he decided to follow his desires. “Remember,” he said “not a word to anyone.” His daughter smiled at him, “No, it’ll be our secret.” Sheila opened the door from the house and peered into the garage. “Oh, you are there” she said in a rather accusatory tone “I thought I’d heard the car but wondered when you didn’t come in.” Jake smiled at her as he got out of the car as she turned back into the house. He heard Christine give a little giggle and he shot here a warning glance. She went into the house and headed for the stairs, yelling to her mother that she was going to take a shower. Sheila was in a bad temper; which happened every time it was her turn to prepare the dinner. She resented any time that was taken away from the work that she’d brought home. Most of her meals were bought on the way back home and tonight was no exception. She merely ...

... had to set the table and warm up the Chinese takeout that she’d selected. Jake took over the setting of the dinner table. He’d read somewhere, a long time ago, that families that ate together were stronger. Although they still did eat together, Sheila usually spent much of the meal looking at her phone or reading a report and making exasperated noises under her breath. This evening wasn’t going to be any different as she’d already put a pile of papers next to her place. With the food microwaved Sheila yelled up the stairs for her daughter to hurry up; that she’d been long enough in the shower. Jake had spent the time since Christine disappeared upstairs imagining her naked in the shower, with the warm water caressing her young body. He felt his heart speeding up as he dreamed that, maybe, one day he’d see her naked and caress her with real hands, not imaginary ones. The dinner went as usual; Jake and Christine talked and Sheila read her papers. The only time she joined in was when she said that she wouldn’t be back for dinner the next day as they were planning a retreat for the department heads (which included her) that would be overnight for Friday and Saturday. Christine burst out that her gymnastics competition was that weekend. Sheila didn’t seem particularly concerned; she just shrugged and said that Christine’s father would drive or, if he couldn’t, Sandra’s parents would certainly be going and could take her too. Christine shrugged and looked at her father. It happened ...