Family Talk

Amanda chuckled, not bothering to hide her mirth as she fixed Derrick’s now messy hair and pulled down at his shirt that appeared to be a bit rumpled from being tossed on the floor.

“That bad?” Derrick asked, unsure of his exact feeling at that moment. What happened in the living room was wrong, and he was having a hard time getting it out of his head how good it felt, only increasing how wrong it really was. Or at least his mind couldn’t get off the subject till his wonderful girlfriend helped the world fall away till it was just the two of them. Her being mad at him was understandable, he was mad at himself, but when he held her in his arms, Mandy crying into his shirtless chest his heart felt like it was breaking. Then something happened that seemed to come out of nowhere, she kissed his chest.

Keeping it all together was like trying to plug a hole in a boat with her hands. She kept things at bay, but her emotions were still getting through and she just didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. Pressing herself into the body of her boyfriend, that man she was venting everything on wasn’t healthy, but there in his arms she felt safer. That safety allowed Amanda to stop fighting, to let her emotions run through her, for her tears to run down her face. Derrick just being there gave her comfort in a way she hadn’t gotten before.

In other relationships she had found love, she had found happiness, but never had she felt as supported as she did with Derrick Conners. Never before had she felt this kind of affection that filled her. Knowing that, feeling that mixed together with the special odd blend of the evening's events she found something odd, arousal. Safe in his arms she kissed his chest, then again a little higher, then higher again when she kissed the base of his neck. She heard him say her name softly in a questioning voice, but she continued, kissing his cheek and then kissing the bearded man’s lips.

One of her slender arms reached up to run through Derrick’s thick brown hair, the other cupping his cheek as she gazed into his wonder green eyes that seemed to look to the heart of her and accept what he saw. Forgetting about what was beyond her bedroom and for a rare chance only thinking of what she wanted, Amanda’s hand slid down from her man’s beard, her long painted nails softly dragging across his bare chest till they passed his belt like. “Take your pants off.”

“Mandy…” Derrick said to protest when he felt her thick lips press against his neck right at its base. A shudder ran through him as her hand caressed his dick through his pants. Instead of pushing her away his hands left her body and moved to the button on his pants.

Now getting his clothes back on made an unsuccessful attempt to unruffle shirt, his heart much lighter than it had been when he came into the room. The worry of being asked to leave, having to step out of the life of this wonderfully driven woman, now gone. It didn’t mean things were fixed, just that things were on a course to be mended, or at least as mended as they could be when the eighteen year old daughter of his girlfriend gave him a blow job while he was blind folded. Derrick had no fantasy of a mother daughter pair joining him in bed, he had plenty of other fantasies, that just not one of them. “Are you ready to find out what went on tonight?” Derrick asked giving up on making himself look presentable to his own standards.

Amanda looked to her closed bedroom door, she had heard sounds in the rest of the apartment that made her think Bailey had come out of their room or Candi went in, but considering what had just happened in her room, she wasn’t exactly giving it much attention. “I think we need to, but if I am being honest…” She turned to face the man, her now wearing some comfortable black yoga pants with a plain peach T-shirt instead of the very little she had on before. “I would rather not.”

Giving his girlfriend an easy smile he moved to put one hand on her hip. “You know we need to.”

Nodding, Amanda returned the smile. “I can see why Bailey likes being a teen, being an adult is not always easy.” She said, not considering her words as she said them. Instead she the blonde woman curled her lip, Bailey’s freedom causing this issue and her utter confusion.

The odd comment had Derrick turning his head slightly to the left and forward. “Really? My Candace can’t stand not being an adult and she isn’t, no matter how much she thinks otherwise.” He did his best to not treat her like a child and hoped he walked a good balance so that she could still enjoy her youth, with a balance of responsibility to prepare her for the world and extend to her trust. He just couldn’t help looking at her and seeing his little girl.

“Well…” Amanda wished she hadn’t said that, Derrick didn’t think anything of the comment, other than believing Bailey wanted to be a teen and that was true enough. “We best get out there.”

Walking out of her bedroom and down the hall both Derrick and Amanda found the girls sitting at the kitchen table both on the same side, facing them. Looking at them she took note that the only person who hadn’t changed into something more comfortable was the man at her side. While she didn’t want to do this, not sure she was ready for any answer, Amanda still pressed on. “Sorry for taking a bit, the two of us needed to work something out and be on the same page.”

Glancing to her side, Candi wanted to see how much of that Bailey believed. It had been over a half hour since they had been in the room together and looking at her father she had a pretty good idea of what that same page was. She didn’t want to think about the subject too much, but on a surface level it felt much more in the realm of normal.

While Bailey just accepted the apology at face value, much too worried about the fact that his girlfriend knew he gave a blow job to another man. His mind focused on his own plight in this situation, and not daring to explore other reasons why the two might have taken so long to come out. ‘Can she, like, even see me as a man with the way I look and knowing I had a dick in my mouth. God she must think I am a freak…’ He thought, not bothering to look up at Amanda or Derrick, even the mental mention of what happened bringing echoes of his joyful groans coming to mind.

Taking the two other seats the older pair in the room sat down, Amanda wanting to take Derrick’s hand in her own. She didn’t, long ago learning the hard way that she needed to at least appear to be handling things on her own. Not that those here would attack her for it or try to take some sort of advantage, but as a career woman moving up the chain of command at Mega Corp some lessons ran deep. Motioning her hand to her faux, rather guilty looking daughter she started the conversation. “Honey, how about you start us off. Can you tell us what happened tonight?”

The question being pointed at him made Bailey squirm, he had the chance to use mouthwash and brush his teeth while they waited and he had taken it. Still the feminine appearing man could swear he could still taste the other man’s seed. “I am, ahh.” He stumbled on his words as he spoke flawlessly in the practiced feminine voice that he now used without a thought. “I was like, in my room in the dark and I came out and then…” Bailey cringed when he looked up to see Derrick’s green eyes focused on him.

Seeing the girl struggle, Derrick jumped in to move the explanation on. “You saw me sitting on the couch and decided you wanted to be intimate with me. But why?”

Wishing he could run away to the circus or that the floor would open up so he could hide in the hole or even fall to his ****, all of them better than the conversation, Bailey looked over to the woman across from him. “I did, but like.” Once more Bailey felt tears welling up in his eyes, another wish crossing his mind that he wanted to be able to control his own emotions, them being all over the place just because he felt bad, or was happy or even because a commercial on tv was touching was no reason he should be crying. ‘She hates me, she is going to kick me out soon as the Connors leave.’

“It isn’t her fault!” Candi spoke up, she wanted to take the lead, but was also afraid to say anything and get in trouble. Her best friend, the girl she thought of as a sister, was struggling and it was all her fault. ‘Can’t be brave if you aren’t afraid.’ Candace thought to herself.

Derrick didn’t know what his daughter meant by her outburst, but tried to keep his mind from going down the rabbit hole of it being her fault that Bailey had done what she had. While she spoke up he didn’t find the courage to ask her what she meant. But, thankfully she continued on her own as she want on about the topic that he would rather just leave alone other than to a therapist.

Reaching to her side Candi took her friend’s hand in her own, their fingers entwining. “I promised Ryan that we would.” Candi felt the bravery falter as she was about to openly talk about sex, specifically sex she would be part of to her father. Not that she felt open to talking to anyone about it, other than speaking generally. “Well, a blow job, but I couldn’t go through with it.”

‘Oh thank god!’ Derrick thought, even though he knew such a statement was shortsighted when he knew the actual outcome considering he was part of it.

Licking her lips Candi pressed on. “Then Bailey… I mean like, she didn’t offer, but she knows how and, and well…” She didn’t want to give away personal things about Bailey, her father didn’t need to know what Bailey enjoyed doing, even if he had experienced it and he really didn’t need to know what she was learning about the things she liked. “Bailey, thought you were Ryan. Right?” The teen girl asked, giving her friend’s hand a squeeze.

Amanda spoke up before Bailey could say a thing. “You thought Derrick was Ryan?”

To Bailey it felt like a spotlight was on him, sweat beaded on his body, his mind wrapped in terror. “I ahh, wasn’t looking at his face… I was umm looking at his… I’m not gay, but like I was looking at his… Bailey bobbed his head from side to side, just wanting to die. “Like, between his legs.” While he didn’t say the word dick or any of its synonyms Bailey still flinched like he was going to be struck, but not physical or verbal blow came. Lifting his gaze he looked into Amanda’s deep blue eyes. He didn’t see contempt, there was confusion, but no anger.

What Derrick took away from the explanation was that his daughter, his not so innocent daughter had roped Bailey into doing things with her boyfriend, together or solo. Bailey didn’t know who he was because, in her own words wasn’t gay so once she saw his dick that was all she focused on. While it painted a vivid picture, it wasn’t a good one. The picture was enough that he had to change his earlier thought of him needing therapy to work through what happened, how good it felt and how wrong it was. Changing to a need to get both girls to see a licensed professional as well. While Candace knowing her own limitations and saying no to something she wasn’t ready for was good, the fact that she then roped someone else into performing said action, even if she agreed was not healthy. Derrick knew the girl ,Bailey, had some problems and it seemed like how she might have been dealing with them was through a very physical medium.

Once again Derrick mentally muttered over how wrong it was what happened to him, even if Bailey didn’t know it was him and on some level he had some doubts. The fact she went along with the plan, a willing participant said something for her future that he felt compelled to keep her from. “I don’t think we need to press further, but that doesn’t mean we can ignore what happened.” Looking to his side he mirrored in his own fashion what she had done with her friend when he put his hand gently atop his girlfriend’s hand. “We are going to discuss this some more to figure out specifics, but in my opinion the healthiest option would be for us to find a, or a few therapists… Maybe a counselor spending on availability so that all of us can move on from this.”