As they walked back to the school building, Stacey held Becky back until Beth and Laurie were out of earshot.
“Beck… I… I don’t know if I can do this!”
“I know! I mean, with Beth it seemed like it just kinda happened,” Becky whispered back. “I’m thinking, I’m gonna have to make it happen, and how do I do that?”
“Could you do what she did? Just play with yourself hoping he catches you in the act?”
“Hell, Stace,” Becky replied. “I jill myself off all the time. It’s a wonder he hasn’t walked in on me yet!”
“You and me both! Well, Beth said she did get kinda loud, and who knows if she did that on purpose?”
“Well, it worked, didn’t it?”
“But… but Laurie had to put all that effort into her seduction. I mean, her mom’s nightgown, the perfume…” Stacey sighed. “My mom’s a bad memory for my dad, that wouldn’t work at all with him.”
“I don’t know… maybe she didn’t need to do all that. You know how Laurie is… sometimes she just overthinks things.”
“Hmmm. Maybe you’re right,” Stacey said as they entered the building. Before they went their separate ways, she leaned in close. “So? Are you going to try tonight?”
“Listen, regardless of what Beth and Laurie may think, this is NOT a competition.” Becky looked right at her. “The moment has to be right, y’know?”
“But…” Stacey leaned in close once more, as they were surrounded by other students rushing to class. “They talk about their dad’s being happy again, and I… I really want that for him.”
“Yeah, I’m a little jealous, too.”
“Ha! That too,” Stacey smiled. “So… we try a little harder, starting tonight, right?”
“I don’t know, Stace. My dad’s kinda skittish by nature. I’m gonna have to think about this for a while.”
Stacey just nodded, “Yeah, me too.”
“But who knows?” Becky said walking away, then looking over her shoulder, added, “If the opportunity presents itself, I may just jump his bones!”
Stacey watched her walk away. “Me, too,” she whispered to herself.
*****
Stacey got home to an empty house. She dropped her book bag on the couch and plopped down beside it. She turned on the TV, but almost immediately turned it back off. She was too involved in her thoughts and decided she needed silence to think this one out.
In the stories the Girls had all shared, most of the fathers made the first move in seducing their daughters. That was definitely NOT happening with her dad. Of course, both Beth and Laurie had taken matters into their own hands; in Beth’s case, quite literally.
Could she do that, Stacey wondered? What if her dad came home and she was naked right here on this couch, fingering herself, calling out for him to fuck her right as he walked in? He would be surprised, for sure. But would he be mad? No, he was a good father and knew that what she was doing was actually quite natural. Would he watch? Would he join in? Those thoughts made her shiver.
Laurie planned the whole thing out, and it worked just she thought it would. But did she have to go through all that? Even at her young age, Stacey knew guys are all pretty much the same when their dick gets hard.
But Stacey didn’t even own any sexy sleepwear. She wanted some, for certain, mostly because the other girls usually tried on their sexy clothes during sleepovers, but she could never bring herself to ask her dad to let her buy any.
The other Daddy’s Girls teased her that she was just a big chicken; that her dad would be completely cool about her wanting a naughty nightie. Hell, they saw the way he was totally checking them out the last time she hosted the sleepover. No way he would pass up a chance to see her dressed up sexy, too.
Stacey sighed. She realized she was, in fact, a big chicken. But if she wanted this, and she REALLY wanted this, then she would not be discouraged by Beth’s and Laurie’s success. She would learn from their experiences, as well as those stories they had shared.
She decided perhaps she could be almost as bold as Beth, and maybe even as inventive as Laurie. She got up from the couch and walked toward her room, but didn’t enter. She had spent enough time in there to know every item within.
No, inspiration would have to come from elsewhere. She walked across the hall and entered her father’s room. It smelled like him, she thought, smiling. She was reminded of the many nights she spent here after a bad dream, in his big bed, snuggling up to him, his arms wrapped around her.
Now, she was having decidedly different dreams, but she smiled when she realized they had the same happy ending.
Now she snooped. She opened every drawer and dug deep in his closets. While she found some boxes of photographs, there was literally nothing there that belonged to her mother. It was as if her dad had removed every memory of her after she had abandoned them.