A Well-Lived Life 3 - Book 5 - The Pumpkin Patch
Copyright© 2023 by Michael Loucks
Chapter 42: A Fantasy
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 42: A Fantasy - Birgit Adams remains a force to be reckoned with. The lessons she learns, and how she deals with them, are at the heart of this book. Beyond Birgit, there is the usual full cast of characters, but, no matter how you cut it, this is a book centered on the Empress of the Universe — it wasn't titled The Pumpkin Patch for nothing! This is a continuation of the third A Well-Lived Life Series.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Polygamy/Polyamory First
November 5, 2002, Chicago, Illinois
🎤 Birgit
I had said I was going to do homework, but instead, I decided to write in my diary. Well, it was on the computer now, not in a book, but I still called it 'writing in my diary'. I was totally frustrated by Peter and Julie, and by Philip, and annoyed with my little sister, who I hated to admit might be right. If only I'd kept my desire to myself until my birthday and had committed to complete secrecy, I might have had my deepest, darkest fantasy fulfilled. I'd thought about writing it out before and decided not to, but...
The day I turned fourteen was going to be the most special day of my life! When I got out of bed, I went into the bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the shower. I pulled my sleep shirt over my head and tossed it on the sink, then stood in front of the full-length mirror which Dad had hung on the back of the bathroom door.
I admired my body, which had developed nicely — my boobs were round and firm, with light brown nipples; my stomach was almost perfectly flat and toned; my blonde pubic hair was neatly trimmed so that my plump, perfectly symmetrical labia could easily be seen; my legs were toned from karate, as was my butt, which all the guys stared at. Eat your heart out, Mom!
I turned on the shower and set the controls as hot as I could stand. My first order of business was shaving my legs and underarms to make them perfectly smooth. I squirted some gel into my palm and rubbed it under my arms, then carefully drew the razor along my skin, removing every trace of hair. I repeated that with each leg and briefly considered shaving my pubic hair, but to me, it was a sign of being a woman, and I didn't want to look like a little girl, especially not on a day I hoped would be very special!
I was wet, and not from the shower, but from thinking about how I wanted to celebrate my birthday. I was so tempted to rub myself, but I'd done that in bed the night before, thinking about what it would be like to be with Dad. I wondered how his beard would feel on my thighs and, how his tongue would feel, and how I would feel as he made me a woman. I knew I was going to get overheated, so I turned the shower controls to make the water cold, which helped the feeling go away.
I turned the water back to hot, then got my cherry blossom-scented shampoo and washed my hair, then picked up my lavender-scented soap and washed the rest of my body. Lavender was Dad's favorite scent, and I needed every advantage if I wanted to achieve my heart's desire. Once I was clean, I turned off the shower, got out, and dried off. I admired myself in the mirror again, then brushed my teeth, put on deodorant, and then put on the sexy purple lace panties and bra I'd purchased. The lady at Victoria's Secret had been very helpful and hadn't given me any trouble.
I'd considered what to wear besides that, and decided I needed to wear pants and a blouse similar to what I wore to school, so as not to make anyone suspicious. I'd settled on new black pants and a new royal blue blouse, and nobody would be suspicious because I had bought several new outfits and worn a few of them already. I brushed my hair, then added the final touch — lipstick, which was just slightly brighter than my natural lip color. I checked myself in the mirror, then left the bathroom.
I quietly let myself out of the room and bumped into Ashley, who was in the hallway just outside my door, still in her nightgown.
"Don't be dumb, OK?" Ashley said.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
Ashley rolled her eyes, "We both know what you're going to ask for. Don't be dumb about it."
"It's none of your business!" I said firmly.
"Oh, yes, it is!" Ashley declared. "Whichever way it goes, if you're dumb about it, you could wreck our family! Just be smart."
"You're not going to tell, are you?"
"My lips are sealed," Ashley said. "So long as you aren't dumb about it!"
I rolled my eyes and moved past her. As I went down the stairs, I heard her go into her room, and I made my way to the sunroom, where Dad was waiting.
"Happy birthday, Pumpkin!" he exclaimed, holding out his arms.
I rushed to him to give him a big hug. He wrapped his arms around me, and I wrapped mine around him. I hugged him tightly, pressing my body against his, imagining what it would be like if we were naked with him on top of me. I breathed deeply, smelling his soap and deodorant.
"Thanks, Dad!" I replied.
"How does it feel to be fourteen?" he asked.
Old enough to make love! That's how it felt! But I wasn't quite ready to ask. We finished our hug, then got into the chaise. Dad put his arm around me, and I snuggled close.
"Any big plans for your birthday?" Dad asked.
Oh, I had some, alright! Dad always asked all the kids that question on the morning of their birthdays, and I knew that was the opening I needed.
"Cuddles to start," I said.
"Obviously," Dad replied.
"But you know what I really want?" I asked, sure that he had no idea what was coming.
Well, both of us would be cumming if I played my cards correctly!
"What's that?" Dad asked.
"You know how much I love you, right?"
"Yes, of course," Dad replied.
"And I know how much you love me."
"I hope so."
"I want something very special," I said. "Something only you can give me."
"Pumpkin..." Dad said, but I put my finger on his lips.
I took a deep breath, then told him what I wanted.
"My fondest wish, what I desire more than anything in the whole world, is to be with you. I want you to scoop me in your arms, carry me to a bed, undress me, kiss me all over, then make love to me for hours and hours. It would be like nothing I've ever felt before, and I'm sure I can make you feel really, really good! Please, Dad? Please make love to me?"
"Pumpkin..." Dad protested.
"Dad," I said as lovingly and as sweetly as I could, "you made love with Kristin for her birthday, and I know you love me so much more than you love her!"
"How did you know ... never mind!" Dad said, shaking his head.
"I want you, Dad," I whispered. "I want to do everything with you. It'll be so amazing to feel you inside me! Please?"
"Birgit," Dad said, "we can't make love."
He had a point because I couldn't be his wife or his girlfriend.
"Then carry me upstairs, rip my clothes off, and fuck my brains out!" I growled. "I want your big, hard dick in my tight virgin pussy! I want to swallow your cum! I want your tongue in me! Your Empress commands it!"
Dad laughed, which I thought was a good sign.
"And the penalty for not following your command?"
"Torture until you do!"
"So, just like normal, then?" Dad asked.
"Ha, ha!" I replied flatly. "Dad, I love you. You love me. Will you fulfill my heart's deepest desire and make my birthday wish come true? Please?"
"You're my daughter," Dad said.
The way he said it sounded as if his will was breaking, so I decided to take a big chance, though it was something I really wanted to do. I moved my hand from his side.
"Think about how it would feel to have this in my mouth," I said as I ran a finger along his HUGE hard dick, which was covered only by the thin material of his shorts and briefs.
Dad groaned, and I knew I had him.
"Take me upstairs and fuck me, Dad," I whispered urgently. "You want it. I want it."
"Are you sure?" Dad asked quietly.
My answer was to slip my hand inside his shorts and briefs and grasp his throbbing shaft, the first time I'd ever touched a man.
"Positive," I said, squeezing my hand. "Nobody else is here..."
I shifted down, and Dad didn't resist when I pulled his shorts and briefs down to reveal his gorgeous dick, the first one I'd ever seen erect. I looked up, winked, then lowered my head...
My mobile phone rang, snapping me out of my fantasy. I considered not answering it, but the display said 'Teri NYC', which meant either Marcella or her friend was calling.
"Birgit!" I exclaimed when I opened the phone to answer it.
"Hi, Birgit! It's Marcella! Do you have time to talk?"
I thought about saying, 'No, I was fantasizing about fucking my dad', but I figured that was a bad idea.
"I do. What's up?"
"I met someone!" Marcella gushed, making it clear she meant a girlfriend.
"That's cool! What's she like?"
"She's nineteen and a college Freshman at NYU. She's totally awesome."
"How did you meet her?"
"She helps out in the computer lab after school. She went to the same High School and graduated last May."
"Did you know her before?"
"Yes, but she wasn't someone I was friends with."
"How did you figure it out?"
"She was helping me with a computer, and I said she smelled nice. She said I did, too, so I guessed and asked if she wanted to go to Starbucks after Computer Club. We talked until I had to go home, and we're seeing each other tomorrow after class. She lives close, too!"
"That's awesome! Just be super careful."
"She's not out, either, so we can just be friends if you know what I mean."
"I do. I'm really happy for you."
"I hope I can see you again," Marcella said. "Could you come to New York sometime? I could introduce you to a boy in my class who's cool."
That made it clear she wasn't inviting me for sex, which was OK with me.
"Maybe over Christmas break?" I suggested. "But my friend might be in Chicago. Let me find out. Should I call Teri?"
"Yes."
"Give me a few days, and I'll see what I can do."
We said 'goodbye', and I closed my mobile phone. I went back to my computer and noticed a chat message in adium.
🎤 Steve
"Steve, I have Dante on the line for you," Kimmy said late on Tuesday afternoon.
"Put him through, please."
Kimmy did as I asked.
"A company in Arizona, one in Boston, and two in California," Dante said. "The one in the Phoenix area is the one doing healthcare research; the other three are a networked robotics company in Palo Alto, an online payment company in Mountain View, and an online marketplace in Boston. I have others, but those are the ones I need reviewed for their tech. All are privately held, and none of them have taken any venture capital."
"Do you need me to physically meet anyone, or can this be done by reviewing tech specs and via phone discussions?"
"I'll leave that to you, but the one in Arizona I think you need to visit to see the tech."
"Get me the contact information, and I'll get started. When do you head back to South Africa?"
"Friday. Sal will send you everything by the end of the week."
"Have a safe flight, and I'll let you know what I find out."
"Thanks."
As usual, Dante hung up without formally ending the conversation. I made some notes in Outlook, then returned to coding.
🎤 Birgit
I didn't recognize the username of the person who had contacted me. That had happened a few times, mostly older guys looking for girls, and I suspected this one was as well. Every time it had happened before, I'd just blocked the guy, but this time, I was tempted to mess with him if that's what it was. Pretending I was innocent could be a lot of fun.
ILTF72: A/S/L?
DadsPumpkin: 14/F/Chicago
ILTF72: 32/M/Milwaukee
DadsPumpkin: Aren't you a bit old for me?
ILTF72: I didn't know how old you were! Your profile just says F with no age or location.
DadsPumpkin: And now that you know?
ILTF72: That depends on if you like older guys!
DadsPumpkin: How would I know? I'm 14!
ILTF72: Do you have a boyfriend?
DadsPumpkin: No.
ILTF72: Do you have a picture?
DadsPumpkin: You first!
He sent a picture, and I rolled my eyes, deleted it, and blocked him. It wasn't the first time some random guy on the internet had sent me a 'dick pic', and I was sure it wouldn't be the last. It wasn't even that impressive!
There was a knock at the door, so I got up and opened it.
"I'm starting dinner, and it's your night to help," Yuriko said.
"Be right there! Let me just shut down my computer."
I went back to my desk, shut down the computer, then went downstairs to help with dinner.
November 7, 2002, Oswego, Illinois
🎤 Matthew
"I broke up with Mark," Maggie said when she sat down next to me on the bus on Thursday morning.
"I expected that," I said. "Last night?"
"Yes. After Wednesday night Bible study at church."
"He was totally surprised, wasn't he?"
"Yes. And it wasn't like I could tell him why."
"You really should have," I said, "but I understand how that could be totally awkward."
"Right!" Maggie laughed, then lowered her voice. "Mark, I'm sorry, but I don't get turned on by kissing you the way I do when I kiss Matt on stage!"
"Maggie..." I warned.
"You know I'd never interfere with you and Chelsea," Maggie said. "You two are the perfect couple!"
"I know that, and I would never cheat on Chelsea, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't be careful."
"Sorry. You're right."
"It's OK."
"What did you want to do about Saturday?"
"You can still come into the city and hang out with Chelsea and me. You're free to bring someone along if you want."
"There isn't really anyone from church that I'd want to invite right now, and nobody in drama."
"What?" I teased. "You don't want to have a date with Nick?"
"Don't be gross! Did Tina go out with him?"
"No. Nick really is a nice guy, but his reputation is such that he's not going to have any dates before he graduates."
"Forget him!" Maggie said. "What are we doing Saturday?"
"Chelsea wants to see The Santa Clause 2. If it's cool with you, we'll eat in Greek Town, then go to the movie."
"That works!"
[Chicago, Illinois]
🎤 Albert
WarriorChick: Want me to come to Chicago on the 29th so we can fly?
CmdrAlbert: Do sailors drink?
WarriorChick: LOL! Yes! I'll bring John and Elizabeth. Think your sisters will entertain her?
CmdrAlbert: Obviously! Dad will be happy to have Commander Fitzmaurice here, and I'm sure he'll get the Navy men to hang out.
WarriorChick: Where did you want to fly?
CmdrAlbert: How about St. Louis? And see the Arch? Maybe buzz it!
WarriorChick: Negative, GhostRider, the pattern is full!
CmdrAlbert: Like that worked to prevent buzzing the tower!
WarriorChick: Check with your dad. I'll make reservations, and we can stay in St. Louis overnight.
CmdrAlbert: Dad will be cool with it.
WarriorChick: Yes, but you still have to ask.
CmdrAlbert: I know! Would it be OK to invite Nicholas Evans?
WarriorChick: That's fine with me. Check with his parents.
CmdrAlbert: I will.
WarriorChick: See you then!
CmdrAlbert: Great! Albert out!
WarriorChick: Out!
"Nicholas, would you like to fly to St. Louis and stay overnight with Commander Aimee and me?"
"When?"
"The Friday and Saturday after Thanksgiving."
"We don't have hockey, so I could. I have to ask Mom, and I'm not sure what she's going to say because she's so upset with your dad."
"I can talk to Tom," I said. "He can convince your mom."
"Probably. Let's play!"
I went back to where Nicholas was sitting and picked up the controller so I could, once again, 'wax his six' in Ace Combat.
🎤 Steve
I'd been home from karate for about fifteen minutes when the phone in my study rang, with the Caller ID showing it was from the Quinns.
"Hi, Steve, it's Tom," he said when I answered.
"Hi, Tom. What's up?"
"Albert asked Nicholas to fly with him the weekend after Thanksgiving, and I wanted to let you know it's OK with me."
"Thanks. Albert asked at dinner and said Nicholas was going to ask you. I assume he told you they'd be spending the night?"
"Yes. Nicholas wasn't sure about hotel arrangements."
"Aimee — Commander Shaughnessy — usually makes them. She's never asked for reimbursement."
"I'll make sure Nicholas has money and offers her something and pays for his meals. There is one caveat from Bethany — Nicholas isn't to fly the plane."
I suppressed a sigh and said, "I'll make sure Albert and Aimee know that. You do realize it's perfectly safe, right?"
"It's not me, Steve. You know that."
"Sorry, you're right. How is Bethany?"
"Working on a new book."
"I'm not surprised."
"She is having trouble with publishers who want her to withdraw her older book."
"That's not happening, Tom," I said firmly. "No end runs on Smart Teens; Smart Choices."
"I know your position," he replied. "And you know mine."
"I do. See you Saturday night for Guys' Night?"
"I'll be there."
We said 'goodbye', and I hung up, wondering if there was anything at all I could do to bring Bethany back to something close to her views as expressed in her original books, but I couldn't imagine what else I could do.
I fired up my web browser, and the final election results were in, and the projections basically confirmed — Republicans had won the Senate and solidified their majority in the House.
November 8, 2002, Chicago, Illinois
🎤 Jesse
"Go for Jesse!" I exclaimed when I answered my mobile while walking home from school on Friday afternoon.
"Jesse, it's Viktoria! How are you?"
"Pretty good. How are you?"
"Great! My parents are going to be gone tomorrow and Sunday! Dad will be at a clergy conference in Pennsylvania, and Mom is going with him. They're leaving this afternoon, and they won't be home until late on Sunday."
"And?" I asked.
"What do you mean 'and'?! You KNOW what I want to do!"
"Play Monopoly?" I teased.
"You're not going to pass 'GO', and you sure aren't going to collect $200 if you keep being a blockhead!"
"Well, given my last name is 'Block', that would mean I have a 'Block'-head!"
"Will you be serious?!" Viktoria whined.
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