Sheila's Story - Sex Stories

Sheila's Story

... Every so often, he would be asleep, and I would blast music to aggravate him or entice him to hold and talk to me. He would always repay me the following morning by blasting the TV in the morning, knowing I would be hungover.

On the other hand, my mom would badger me about how I dressed and tell me how careless and naïve I was. She would remind me how my wide hips and big bum would cause my skirt to ride up involuntarily. She'd complain that my stomach being exposed would draw the wrong attention and how my c-cup cleavage made me send a whorey vibe. These are the times when she and I would get into screaming bouts with each other. I liked to feel sexy. Are my skirts short and tight? Yes, but I wasn't asleep-around woman. Men and women always complimented me on how I looked. Even my dad would complement me.

Things changed on my 21st birthday. My friends and I decided we were going club hopping now that we could drink legally, with our own IDs. To avoid an argument with my mother, I decided to get ready at my father's apartment. My dad got home at eight as I was getting ready to leave. He was typically home by four on weeknights. I realize that it was Friday, but you could set a watch on my dad and his routines. Once he walked in, I could tell that he had been drinking. My dad didn't drink often, but when he did, it was noticeable. "Hey, Baby!" he yelled.

I liked this version of my dad. When he had a few drinks in him, he was talkative and huggee. I asked him, "How do ...

... I look?" As I raised my arms and twirled in a circle.

Dad immediately came to me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me on the top of my head. "Look at my girl, all grown up and looking sexy as hell."

Because I am only five foot one, every time my dad and I hugged, my face ended up in his stomach. I was worried he would mess up my hair and makeup, but I loved it when my dad hugged me. I loved this type of attention from him. Now that I was an adult, he had become less touchy-feely with me. We stood in place with our arms wrapped around each other; it felt so good. As we separated, I asked, "Why aren't you still out enjoying yourself?"

Dad laughed while fumbling his words, "I'm going back out. I'm trying to live a little now that you're grown. I came home because it's your birthday, and I wanted to give you some money for tonight." Then he handed me three hundred dollars. He was looking down at me with this big smile.

The look and smile he was giving made me blush, making it difficult to keep eye contact. "Thanks, DAD!" I exclaimed. I always make him aware of my whereabouts when I party with my friends. "Dad, just so you know, I am going bar hopping. So, if I end up somewhere you frequent, please don't feel uncomfortable. Feel free to come talk to my friends and me. Also, can you make sure the ringer on your phone is turned up in case I need you? Please and thank you." He continued smiling, looking down at me, so I asked, "Is everything OK? Is there something ...