Sexual Awakening Part Three - Sex Stories

Sexual Awakening Part Three

Our Disney Vacation

It's been three long, anxious weeks since my life's most wonderful, passionate day.

Our Disney trip is finally here, and it's all Zoe and I can talk about. I've barely seen my dad. He's been so busy except for a couple of lunches we've gone to.

It has been awkward around our house as well. Even though my parents have been divorced for nearly two years, they share a law practice.

In my crazy imagination, it seems ever since our night of total passion, He and Mom have been on the phone an awful lot these last three weeks.

They haven't been those angry, short conversations. These are longer. And Mom has had a smile a few times, which is a great and not-so-greatest thing.

I'm nearly packed and can't wait for my dad to pick us up. He will be in a pissy mood as my grandma has the jet in France somewhere and told Dad we must fly domestically; OH NO, LOL.

That's not going to change my plans. I have another perfect Daddy's eye-catching outfit prepared, and now I have a whole air terminal to flaunt. I chose my bum-hugging yellow shorts, one of my past white Disney T-shirts tied at the belly, white ankle socks, and my new sneakers. It istheperfect holiday girl attire; the only catch with my too-snug yellow shorts is their tendency to crawl up my parts for all to see.

I was dragging my suitcases down the stairs when my dad stepped through the door; I practically flew down the last five steps, let go of everything, and threw myself into my ...

... dad's arms.

Great big giant squeezes and kisses on his cheek, and reciprocates and lets me go.

I spin to grab my bags as I'm so excited to get going and see my mom at the bottom of the stairs with this wild grin on her face; what is all that about? I glance back at my dad, and he is smiling back at her; he quickly changes his manner when he notices me looking at them and says, "Okay, sweety, let's get going; I sure hope Zoe is ready this time."

That's odd; Zoe is never late. But anyway, Dad loads my bag, and off we go with Mom standing in the doorway, still a crazy bat shit smirk on her face.

Zoe and I almost always color-watch our outfits; the last thing one needs is too similar a look, but today, with all the excitement, it really didn't enter me. We arrive at Zoe's, and the three come through the door. Her Dad's dragging three bags, her mom's barking last-minute instructions to her, and I'm standing at the car starting to rage.

My little slut Bff is wearing a little purple flower chiffon dress, barely halfway to her knees; even from here, I can see she's not wearing a bra, a large brim straw hat, and her sunglasses.My God, girl, you're not Hollywood. I look at my dad, and he can barely keep his eyes off her. She runs up and gives me this big giant squeeze and kisses and tells me how much fun we will have.

We load up, wave our goodbyes, and head to the airport with Dad pretending to be mad about flying domestic, which is a ploy to keep looking at her in the ...