A Well-Lived Life 2 - Book 2 - Stephie
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Prologue
Coming of Age Sex Story: Prologue - This is the continuation of the story told in "A Well-Lived Life 2", Book 1. If you haven't read the entire 10 book "A Well-Lived Life" and the first book of "A Well-Lived Life 2" you'll have some difficulty following the story. This is a dialog driven story. Awards: 'Stephie' took 2nd place for Epic Erotic Story of the year, and 3rd place for Best Romantic Story of the Year in 2016.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Mult Tear Jerker Workplace Polygamy/Polyamory First Pregnancy Slow
August, 2002, Chicago, Illinois
"Morning, Dad!" Birgit said, coming into the sunroom early on a Sunday morning.
"Hi, Pumpkin. What's up?"
"I think I'm a bit old to be called 'Pumpkin', don't you? I'm a woman, you know."
I chuckled, "Don't I know it! You're pretty good at teasing your old man about stuff he shouldn't even be thinking about!"
"First of all, you aren't old, Dad. Second, you've always told me that the best fantasies are the ones that always stay fantasies."
"You got me there!"
"I could get you anywhere! And you'd love it!"
"You go ask your moms THAT question. There's no way in the world that's ever going to happen. We both know that. It's not right."
"Maybe so, but it would be a lot of fun! I want to ask you something. Will you answer me honestly?"
"I always have, I think."
"Who was your first?" she asked.
"That's not really something that should be discussed," I replied.
"I know. But I thought you might tell me about it."
"No names. OK?"
"Sure."
"Is there a specific reason that you're asking now?"
"I asked my question first!" she said with a smirk.
"True. She was about nine years older than I was. She didn't have a husband at the time."
"Divorced?" Birgit asked.
"I'd prefer not to answer."
"Then I know who it is," Birgit declared mirthfully.
"Now how could you know THAT?" I asked, surprised.
"If you won't answer, it has to be someone that I know, and someone you still see regularly. I know one person who fits the bill of being nine years older and who wasn't married when you were fourteen!"
I sighed, exasperated, "I had to have smart kids!"
"Does Aunt Elyse know?"
"Yes. And so do your moms."
"Do Matthew and Chelsea know?"
"No. And it needs to stay that way," I said firmly.
"One more secret for me to keep for you!" she giggled.
"You just have a knack for finding things out," I said.