Sheila's Story - Sex Stories

Sheila's Story

... other hand, I think analytically, so I am always hypersensitive. I have never thought about the long-term consequences of behaviors. I responded, "Good, Dad. I'm glad you are comfy and warm. I am too." I was convinced he was oblivious.

I wasn't conscious of what was happening on the TV because my mind was taken over by the intimacy of cuddling with my dad. I felt like melting butter with his grasp on me. Then I heard him slightly snoring; he had fallen asleep on me. I stayed in the spooning position, waiting for him to fall into a deep sleep. Once I was sure he was out cold, I turned to face him. I watched him sleep peacefully as my curiosity drove me mad. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to have sex with him. But he did make me wet with his penis pushed against me, with his manly grip on me. I was confused, I thought. There was no way he would ever contemplate being intimate with me. My dad is a gentleman, a decent man. I thought to myself, 'Go to sleep, Sheila. You are thinking too much. You're drunk and tired.'

The following morning, I woke up with my head resting on my dad's chest, my arm lying on his bare stomach, and my leg over his thighs, with no blanket on us. I slowly opened my eyes, looking straight down at his torso. I could see his fully erect morning penis as it bulged in his shorts. Again, my mind was racing when I went to sleep, and as I woke up, it was racing again. My dad started to slip out from underneath me. I closed my eyes immediately so he ...

... wouldn't realize I was awake. If I was feeling awkward, I could only imagine how awkward he was feeling. I made no effort to cover my bare ass. After a few minutes, my dad had left. I took this as an opportunity to get up and get dressed.

After a few minutes, I texted him, "Good morning, Dad. I woke up, and you weren't there. Is everything OK?" I was worried he was embarrassed about how I was draped all over him, partially naked, when he woke up.

"Hey, baby. Everything is OK. I'm at the diner getting us breakfast and coffee."

I was relieved by his typical response. It meant he wasn't thinking about anything. My dad would always take me to the diner down the street when I was a kid and get me French toast. It was a good sign that he was going about his normal routine. What wasn't a good sign was me overthinking everything.

When he returned, I had trouble keeping eye contact. After a few minutes of uneasy silence, I asked, "How did you sleep? Did you have fun last night?"

"Yeah, Baby. I had fun last night. Your friends seem nice. I slept like a champ. How did you sleep?"

At first, I didn't know how to respond to that question. I decided to try and avoid it, "Yeah, Megan and Mary are my buddies. They both have a crush on you. They couldn't wait to see you. I told them they weren't allowed to flirt with you. Plus, they wouldn't even know what to do with a real man, let alone a black man." I couldn't believe I had just blurted that out. What the fuck was I ...