My Father, Thinking Of Him, He Was The 'force' In My Life

I was an only child raised in a small town by a mother who had a reputation. Her reputation was from her younger years, high school and working for Mr. Ambrose, the town lawyer and my Dad. I have pictures, so her reputation was deserved if you believe that serial sex is wrong. My father couldn't marry my mother, considering her reputation and that she was 19 and he was 53. Small town morality is what my father called it.

Having a lawyer father that loved his illegitimate daughter meant I went to the private school. I got out of school having kept my legs crossed and went to college in Austin. While I was there I kept my nose clean, never went beyond second base. My father would have been mortified if he found out that my roommate and I hung around the dorm room naked. It was a blast, and we learned to keep dark towels on the beds, you know why.

One night my roommate Anne got a polaroid camera and we took pictures of us, posing, showing, spreading. And kissing, fondling, touching, slurping, sucking, and other things girls do in an apartment when they are feeling horny. That was the first time I kissed with another girl, sucked a girls breasts, felt up a girl's pussy, went down on a girl, and fell hard for her. We slept in the same bed that night, kissing and fondling and going down till four a.m.

What are the odds that two girls from small towns 300 miles apart room together and can't keep their hands, lips and tongues off each other. She was my first love. My first sexual partner. And my father put his foot down, if that's what I was going to do in college I better go home. I know that girls cry, a lot. But when he told me I wasn't going back to her, I fell apart.

He relented and drove me the 200 miles to Austin, met Anne and after a series of lectures he told us to watch our backs, reputations of sleeping around in college were one thing, reputations of being carpet munchers was something else. He moved us into a one bedroom apartment off campus, just the two of us, keep our private life private. When he left, before he got in the car, he told me he didn't much care how I got there but he wanted a degree and grandchildren. And he told Anne that that went for her too, young lady.

By now you figured out this was all back in 1984. Big hair, both on our heads and down below. We got our degrees and got jobs in Dallas and let a young man mess around with us until we were pregnant. We gave my father degrees and grandchildren. Anne was my special person and my father considered her a daughter too.

My father died when he was 73, too young really. But he gave us the strength to live our life our way, two small town girls.