AndNich123
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- Joined
- Jan 22, 2014
Kaige Mayfair had grown up. It was a simple fact stated a simple way no matter how you looked at it. Add to that, that she had grown up without a mother, and the dynamics change. She loved her father, and her did a wonderful job raising her, but there are some things only a mother could do. She learned about her period from videos, pamphlets, and counselors at school. She went to school on more than one occasion as a little girl with her hair a mess. Lucky for her she had female teachers who knew a thing or two about styling a little girl’s hair. When other little girls were going on mother daughter sleepovers, Kaige was at home serving up pizza to her dad and his poker buddies. Other little girls had mother daughter outings, shopping trips, and days dedicated to prom shopping. Kaige picked out her dress online and had days where her dad taught her how to play poker. Ironically she was better than him.
She grew up with anger and resentment that her mother was gone, but she also grew up with a closeness to her father that none of the other girls had. While they were talking about their sexual exploits with their flavor of the month boyfriend, she always spoke of the older man who took her to bed almost daily. They talked about clumsy boys could would blow their load as soon as they finally got their cocks shoved in. Kaige got to talk about the man who would fuck her several times a night until they were both exhausted. There was just one part to her perfect man that she always left out, even when they would ask to meet him. Her perfect man that claimed her body repeatedly was her daddy.
The one thing all the girls had in common was Annie. Annie with her more virtuous than thou attitude. Annie, who wanted to wait until she was married way of thinking. She looked down her nose at the other girls when they mentioned sex. Their circle of friends were all the same age, sweet sixteen, and Annie had managed to keep herself pure. It wasn’t because she was ugly. Quite the opposite. Annie was raging beauty, with brains to match. Of course it didn’t hurt her family had money as well. She had an older sister who didn’t share her thoughts on waiting until marriage. Chloe had been having sex for some time, and yet Annie was so different. “I plan on going to college, getting my education, and then I’ll think about marriage. I don’t want some romantic interests clouding my thoughts. There will be time for that later, but all of you, sluts, spreading your legs for every cock in school, and you, Kaige, you’re the worst. You lie on your back, legs spread, for an older man. You’re all sluts. At least you should get money for this. Then you would be whores. That’s the difference between a whore and a slut. A whore at least gets paid for what she does.”
Kaige had gone home later that day, the words of Annie still stinging in her ears. Annie was a good friend until someone mentioned sex. Then she became this bitch looking down from her pedestal at everyone else. Kaige slammed the cabinet door as she took out a glass. “Stupid bitch. Who the fuck does she think she is?” She opened the refrigerator, took out the milk, and slammed the door. She heard several bottles fall over and paused rolling her eyes. “
Damnit! I’ll get those later.” Pouring a glass of milk, she sat the container next to the sink. Drinking the cold liquid, her thoughts kept bouncing around back to Annie, and in her anger, she smashes the glass into the sink. “Damnit! Daddy is going to kill me. Fuck.” She begins to pick out the pieces of broken glass carefully shaking her head as Annie’s words still play over in her mind.
She grew up with anger and resentment that her mother was gone, but she also grew up with a closeness to her father that none of the other girls had. While they were talking about their sexual exploits with their flavor of the month boyfriend, she always spoke of the older man who took her to bed almost daily. They talked about clumsy boys could would blow their load as soon as they finally got their cocks shoved in. Kaige got to talk about the man who would fuck her several times a night until they were both exhausted. There was just one part to her perfect man that she always left out, even when they would ask to meet him. Her perfect man that claimed her body repeatedly was her daddy.
The one thing all the girls had in common was Annie. Annie with her more virtuous than thou attitude. Annie, who wanted to wait until she was married way of thinking. She looked down her nose at the other girls when they mentioned sex. Their circle of friends were all the same age, sweet sixteen, and Annie had managed to keep herself pure. It wasn’t because she was ugly. Quite the opposite. Annie was raging beauty, with brains to match. Of course it didn’t hurt her family had money as well. She had an older sister who didn’t share her thoughts on waiting until marriage. Chloe had been having sex for some time, and yet Annie was so different. “I plan on going to college, getting my education, and then I’ll think about marriage. I don’t want some romantic interests clouding my thoughts. There will be time for that later, but all of you, sluts, spreading your legs for every cock in school, and you, Kaige, you’re the worst. You lie on your back, legs spread, for an older man. You’re all sluts. At least you should get money for this. Then you would be whores. That’s the difference between a whore and a slut. A whore at least gets paid for what she does.”
Kaige had gone home later that day, the words of Annie still stinging in her ears. Annie was a good friend until someone mentioned sex. Then she became this bitch looking down from her pedestal at everyone else. Kaige slammed the cabinet door as she took out a glass. “Stupid bitch. Who the fuck does she think she is?” She opened the refrigerator, took out the milk, and slammed the door. She heard several bottles fall over and paused rolling her eyes. “
Damnit! I’ll get those later.” Pouring a glass of milk, she sat the container next to the sink. Drinking the cold liquid, her thoughts kept bouncing around back to Annie, and in her anger, she smashes the glass into the sink. “Damnit! Daddy is going to kill me. Fuck.” She begins to pick out the pieces of broken glass carefully shaking her head as Annie’s words still play over in her mind.