Sheila's Story - Sex Stories

Sheila's Story

... am when I'm with you." He kissed me on the top of my head, and I left his apartment.

Megan, Mary, and I decided we were going to go bar hopping again. As usual, there were sporadic comments about men not being built like my dad or being real men, like my dad. Normally, I would find the subject of my dad funny. After last night and the conversation from this morning, I didn't find it funny anymore. I was growing increasingly frustrated, which caused me to drink more. I typically would drink to get a buzz. Tonight, I knew I was heading towards inebriation. I was trying and failing to get my father out of my head. When I realized that wasn't going to happen, intoxication was the way to go, I thought.

Around midnight, Megan and Mary decided to cut me off and send me home. They called my father and told him they were sending me to him in an Uber and that I was trashed. My dad told them to have the Uber go to his apartment, and he would meet me there.

Before my ride came, I told my friends that I was going to be sick. I proceeded to puke all over the sidewalk. I was so embarrassed, kneeling on the sidewalk in my miniskirt, puking everywhere while my friends were trying to hold my hair back and keep my skirt from riding up my ass. Finally, my Uber showed up, and they got me into the car and told the driver, "Her father is waiting for her. He is a badass, so I'd get her to the address as quickly as possible." Of course, I thought, 'They had to end the night with a comment ...

... about my dad. Fuckin bitches.'

During the ride, I felt much better. I think puking all over the place helped me. We pulled up to my father's building; I could see him waiting for me. He thanked the driver for getting me home as he helped me out of the car. I could tell I wasn't the only one who drank in excess tonight. My dad was unsteady as we walked up the stairs to his apartment. Once we were in the apartment, I asked my dad for one of his t-shirts and told him I was going to take a shower to try and sober up. He handed me a shirt, telling me, "That's probably a good idea."

After I showered, I felt better. I was worried that I had vomit on me, and showering always helps me when I'm feeling the effects of alcohol. I put the T-shirt on, realizing I didn't have anything else to put on under it. 'Fuck it', I thought.

I went out to the living area, and as was the case last night, Dad was already in bed. He looked up at me, asking me, "Same routine as last night, baby?" He lifted the blanket, coaxing me into the bed as he did the night before.

This time, I noticed he had no shirt on. He had his usual shorts on but no shirt. The first thought in my head was how hot he was. Without his shirt, I could see how all those gym nights had paid off for him. Against my better judgment and forgetting how exposed my body would be lying with him, I responded with, "Of course, Dad. This is the best part of the night." I got into the bed, scooting close to him, as we had the night ...