Precision
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2023 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: Two redheaded teen girls experiment with toothpaste and masturbation. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including ft/ft Consensual Fiction First Masturbation Illustrated .
One evening Alyssa and Audrey started talking about their dads. They recounted earliest memories and highlights along the way.
“No highlights from when you were home for the holiday?” Alyssa asked.
Audrey chuckled. “I don’t know if it’s a highlight, but one evening at dinner my dad started talking about this video he saw on Tik-Tok or somewhere. It was a guy making a teapot out of clay. My dad couldn’t get over the craftsmanship, the precision. Those were the two words he used several times. Especially precision. Then he said it made him think he should be more precise in his life. I asked him what he meant. He said like even when he brushes his teeth—just putting the cap back on the toothpaste tube. ‘I am conscious of being precise about it. Deliberately precise,’ he said. We laughed. He said, ‘No, really.’ Then he had us accompany him to the bathroom where he unscrewed the toothpaste cap and then screwed it back on. ‘See,’ he said. ‘Precision.’”
“That’s funny,” Alyssa said.
“Yeah, but the funny thing is, next time I brushed my teeth I was very conscious of being precise.”
Alyssa laughed.
“You have to try it,” Audrey said. “It really works.”
“I don’t believe this,” Alyssa said, but she accompanied Audrey to the bathroom, took the cap off the tube of toothpaste, then screwed it back on.
“You know, there’s something to it,” Alyssa admitted. “I mean, it’s not like you can screw it back on wrongly, I guess, but paying attention is kind of ... well, you know.”
“I know,” said Audrey. “So what about your dad? Anything like that happen when you were home?”
Alyssa blushed.
“What?” Audrey said.
“I can’t tell you. It’s too embarrassing.”
“You have to now.”
“It’s too...”
“Tell me!”
“Okay, but I warned you. I got up in the middle of the night having to go to the bathroom really bad. The bathroom door was open just a bit, and just as I was about to go in, I saw my dad was in there. In the mirror.”
“Oh dear,” Allysa said. “Was he peeing?”
“No. Worse.”
“He was, ah...”
“Worse. He was masturbating. Like jerking off over the sink. He and Mom have their own bathroom, so I don’t know why he was in there. And it was like two in the morning.”
“What did you do?”
“Basically I froze. It was kind of like if I moved, if I took a step, he’d notice me. But really I wasn’t thinking too clearly. I was just watching.”
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