By Stanmaps
PROLOGUE
It was going to be a prom she would always remember.
It was going to be perfect. But it started off with a few bumps.
The car horn honked again.
“Coming!” yelled Lydia from upstairs. Lydia said as she rushed down the stairs as fast as she could in high heels. How could she have forgotten her purse? She was just too excited!
“You have it?” her Dad asked standing by the front door.
“Yeah,” she grimaced as she walked up toward him. She was a thing of beauty. At eighteen, she truly had come a long way. He was so proud of her. No longer was she the chubby little shy girl. In the last few months she had reaped the benefits of losing all that weight and really branching out. She was meeting people and finally breaking out of her shell. And nothing broadcasted that more than to see her all made up and poured into her beautiful prom dress. She was gorgeous. She deserved to have a good time. Tonight was her reward and Daddy was not going to get in the way.
“Sorry about that Daddy. This time I really mean ‘goodbye’!” Lydia said with a smile.
“Hey, I’ll always take a second hug,” he said.
Lydia reached out and hugged him. He was the best Dad a girl could have.
“Um, you know, we didn’t talk about curfew,” Lydia started.
Her Dad looked at her and smiled. The fact she even brought that up simply solidified how mature she was. “Well, that’s because we’re not going to talk about curfew tonight.”
Lydia looked up at her Dad surprised, “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I thought about this. I trust you, princess. You’re a good girl. You get home when you get home and that’ll be all right for tonight.”
Lydia couldn’t believe her ears.
“It’s prom after all,” he added with a smile.
“Thanks Daddy,” Lydia squealed. “You’re the best!”
“Just remember everything I taught you, okay? All those life lessons still apply tonight at prom, you know. Doing the right thing doesn’t mean not having a good time.”
Lydia paused. “I know Daddy,” she said. “Don’t worry. I always remember all the things you told me.” She knew she wouldn’t let her Daddy down.
“Good girl,” her Dad said. He knew she meant it. All his eighteen years of raising Lydia, being there, helping her get through the hard times, and teaching her had paid off. She was a smart and beautiful girl who had all the tools to make the right decisions and take care of herself. His daughter would do him proud, he thought. This was her prom night and he knew she would take care of herself.
The car honked outside.
Lydia looked out the front door. Derek was still waiting. “Oh boy, Dad. I gotta go!” She gave her Dad one more hug and headed out the front door for the second time this afternoon.
“Hey, princess,” her Dad said.
Lydia stopped halfway through the doorway and turned around.
“Shoot for the stars.”
Lydia smiled. She would.
She would.
DADDY'S FIRST LESSON: “SHOOT FOR THE STARS.”
Flashback twelve years…
A young Lydia sat looking up at the stars. It was amazing. She had no idea there were so many.
“See that, honey?” her Dad said with a smile. “If you follow those two stars with your finger and head up a ways, it’ll point you to the brightest star in the night sky.”
Lydia watched her Dad’s finger as he pointed at the night sky. Sure enough his finger ended up at the brightest star above.
“That’s the North Star,” he said. “See how it’s the brightest one? It stands out doesn’t it from all the others?”
Lydia nodded her head.
“It reminds me of you,” he smiled at his daughter. The two were sitting up at the clearing just above the campsite, far enough away from the fires and lanterns below.
Lydia looked back at her Dad and smiled.
Her Dad continued. “Now sailors used that star for navigation. They used it as a guide so they wouldn’t get lost. They plotted their courses around it while they sailed at sea. As long as they followed that star they wouldn’t ever lose their way.”
“What about those people who didn’t follow that star, Daddy?”
“Well, they would get lost at sea.”
“Lost?” Oh my! That frightened Lydia. “But they would find their way back home, right?”
“I don’t know. Back then they didn’t have maps. They only had the stars. So, only those who kept looking up at the stars made it to where they were going.”
“Where were they going?”
Her Dad took a long breath and looked back at his daughter. “Anywhere they wanted to, Lydia.”
“Anywhere?”
“Yep, anywhere. The sky was the limit.”
“So they could go to America?” Lydia asked.
“Yep.”
“And Africa?”
“Yep.”
“And, and, and the moon?” Lydia said in disbelief.
“Lydia, if you set your sights high enough, you can go anywhere.”
“To the stars?”
“Yes, you can even fly to the stars,” he said with a smile.
Lydia looked over at her Dad and smiled. “I want to go way up there,” Lydia said pointing up to the night sky. “Way, way, up, up, up high! In the sky! To the North Star!”
“That a girl,” her Dad said as he put her arm around her shoulder. “You can do anything you set your mind to. The trick is to always set your sites high enough and shoot for the stars.”
Lydia looked up at her Dad with a beaming smile. “I know I can!” Lydia laughed.
“Do you?” her Dad asked. “I’m serious now,” her Dad continued.
Lydia looked up at her Daddy with a smile.
“I’m letting you in on a secret, you know.”
“A secret? Wow!” Lydia squealed with delight. How neat!
“Yep. It’s one of life’s most important lessons and most people don’t even realize it. You really can do anything you set your mind to, Lydia.” Her Dad reached out and tapped her nose. “If you wanted to, if you believed in it so much, when you grow up, you really could really fly to the stars.”
Lydia looked up into her Daddy’s eyes and beamed with confidence. If her Daddy said it, she could do anything! “I’m going to fly to the stars, Daddy,” Lydia said determinedly as she stood up from underneath his arms and pretended to fly up to the sky. “I’m an astronaut! Yay! Up, up, and away!” she squealed as she ran about the hill making rocket noises and flying across the galaxy. “Look I’m flying to the stars, Daddy! I’m flying to the stars!”
Her Dad smiled. “I know you are, honey. I know you will,” he proudly said to himself.
FLASH-FORWARD
Flash forward ten years…
Lydia was not so young any more.
She was much older.
And oh so high.
So very, very drunk and high.
There she was, floating gently in space, completely oblivious except to the wonderfully exciting sensations tingling and ravaging her body. A feeling of complete bliss had taken over. It was a wonderfully intense feeling she had never experienced before, but now wanted to last forever.
She was soaring through the sky at the speed of ecstasy. A permanent smile glistened her face. She had set her sites high and was now pleasantly flying among the stars - just as she was always told to.
Up, up, and away…
And yet, paradoxically, she felt as if she were lying completely still. In fact, she felt so very, very heavy. So heavy in fact she had no energy to move - much less to fly. Lydia slowly opened her eyes with a huge grin and looked about.
White. Brown. Shapes. Green light.
Where was she again?
Her fried brain could barely make sense of her surroundings, much less answer that question. It was too overwhelmed with pleasure. It could barely think.
And yet, slowly but surely, the shapes melded in front of her and a picture began to take shape. It was a night table and alarm clock. She seemed to be lying on a bed.
A warm feeling emanated from a lower region on her body. It hardened. She slowly turned her head to try to make sense of the wonderful sensation only to see a blurry image suckling a huge mound of pink flesh. The waves of pleasure subsided just shortly enough for her eyes to focus on the image. And when she realized what it was, she couldn’t help but giggle. Oh yeah, the thought bubbled up. She had forgotten. And yet, after thinking how she had forgotten where she was, even that thought was lost and forgotten as more wonderful waves of pleasure rolled in at full force through her drugged up body. She closed her heavy eyes and the image of someone suckling her massive right breast burned into brain.
She lay there wonderfully trapped in a helpless euphoria as the warm, suckling feeling slowly descended past her breast and down toward her stomach. It didn’t stop there. Soon the most intense wave of pleasure shot out and rang across her body. It instantly rode the drugged waves that were gently devastating her body. There was little she could do except enjoy it. And enjoy it she did as it quickly built into too much for her to take. “Ooooohhhhhh,” she heard herself moan from off in a distance as her body flipped to orgasm and her mind went flying off to the furthest stars.
Ohhhhhh her Daddy would be so proud of her!
She had followed every lesson he taught her like a good little girl and tonight they had all paid off. She never felt better in all her life! Her Daddy was so smart!
Ohhhhhh up, up, and away…
FLASHBACK
“Do you think you’ll do it?”
“I don’t think so,” Lydia said hesitantly into the phone while adjusting her minimizer bra. God, how she wished her boobs were a few cup sizes smaller.
“Oh come on! With Derek? How couldn’t you? I mean, if he asked? He’s such a hottie! Every girl in school wants him – including me!”
“Yeah, but he’s not like that,” Lydia said. “Anyway, it’s not right. I need to save myself.”
“Save yourself? For who? Someone more gorgeous than Derek? Lydia, this is prom. PROM! He’s the quarterback of the football team. He’s like irresistible! And he’s going out with my best friend! There’s no way I could control myself!”
“I know you couldn’t control yourself,” Lydia said rolling her eyes at Amy. Good thing she was on the phone and Amy couldn’t see her reaction.
“Hell yeah I would! Of course, I’d never get the chance. But, come on Lydia, you do. And he’s hot. You gottta admit, he’s the best looking guy in school.”
Lydia looked at herself in the mirror. How did she get so lucky?
“Seriously, Lydia, you’re going to be with Derek tonight. At prom. You’ve gotten so popular. That’s so amazing!”
Lydia looked at herself in the mirror. She had to admit, she looked good. She had come along way.
“I just can’t believe it. I mean it doesn’t make sense when you think about it.”
Lydia awoke from her happy thoughts. “What doesn’t make sense?”
“I mean, I can’t believe Derek actually asked you out.”
What was that suppose to mean, Lydia wondered? “Wait, why can’t you believe he asked me out?”
“Well, it’s just weird that’s all. How fast it happened.”
“What are you saying Amy?” Lydia asked sternly.
“Well, I mean he was just dating Connie a few weeks ago. I know they broke up, but it seems so fast.”
God Amy was jealous. It was so obvious. Why couldn’t she just come out and say it? Hell, she wasn’t even going to the prom! “Amy why should that matter? Why wouldn’t he ask me out?”
Amy sat quiet. “Well, I know you have the biggest rack in school, but that can’t be everything. I mean, don’t you think it a bit strange that he would just walk away from Connie?”
Lydia couldn’t believe what she was hearing from her best friend. She gazed in the mirror and at her breasts. Yes, they were huge, but -
Amy must have realized she went too far. She started reasoning. “Listen, Lydia, I meant Connie’s the Homecoming Queen. Her and Derek were dating for so long. There’s something we’re missing here.”
Lydia was sick of Amy’s strange doubts and conspiracy theories. She was supposed to be her best friend and instead she was always undermining Lydia’s accomplishments. And here she was once again doing it to her face. “Listen, Amy, Derek and I have a connection when I tutor him. That’s just the way it is. You just can’t understand it and won’t ever. I’m sick of hearing you question this.”
“I just tell it like it is,” Amy replied.
Lydia stood fuming.
Amy could sense the anger. “Hey, Lydia, I’m sorry.”
Lydia looked at herself in the mirror. And she knew she was taking it out on her friend. Going out to prom with Derek was freaking her out!
Amy was right. It didn’t make sense, yet it made all the sense in the world. Last year Lydia had made the biggest decision of her life: to do something about her weight once and for all. She could still remember the crying and depressing nights spent alone. Eating. And then, one night, she decided she could no longer feel sorry for herself. And that was the night everything changed.
Changed for the better.
Just as her Daddy always said, she took control of her life. She began to watch what she ate. She began to work-out. She began to lose weight. And as soon as she lost five pounds, it motivated her to lose five more. And then five more after that. And then another five. Once she saw the difference, she couldn’t stop. Within months, she had gone from a fat girl everybody ignored, to a plump girl people started noticing.
By the beginning of her senior year, she had shed over fifty-five pounds and it completely changed how everyone reacted to her. Especially boys. It was strange losing all that weight. Because, where one would think she’d lose it all over her body in a nice, even manner, Lydia instead lost it everywhere but one place: her boobs. It seemed every pound she lost came from some place other than her chest. Fat that had accumulated there, stayed there. And there was nothing Lydia could do to exercise it away.
They were big, but hey, they were hers.
Where once she was ignored, now she couldn’t go a day without catching some boy in school staring at her. They all took notice. Freshman, sophomores, nerds and athletes. And it felt really nice. It encouraged her to continue to watch what she ate and exercise. It encouraged her to dress nicer. And it encouraged her to finally hang out more in school and actually participate. Like finally agreeing to be a tutor a few weeks ago.
Which is how she met Derek.
Cute, cute, Derek.
She was nervous of course at first. Every girl in school had a crush on Derek. He was gorgeous!
But then, slowly, the two of them hit it off. And soon, she wasn’t so much tutoring him at the library at school, but just talking. About music and sports. People at school. And hit breaking up with Connie.
And the next thing she knew, Derek asked her out to prom.
And she couldn’t say no.
After all, he could’ve chosen any girl in school! But, he didn’t. He chose her.
It was a dream come true and the biggest reward for accomplishing her goal to become someone people noticed.
And it was so good.
Lydia turned her attention back to Amy on the phone, “I’m sorry, Amy. Guess I’m just nervous. I want everything to go right tonight. I want him to like me and think I’m beautiful.”
“But you are beautiful, Lydia,” Amy said.
Lydia paused. “Thanks.”
“No problem. Hey – but do me a favor and don’t get too drunk at prom, huh?”
Lydia made a face, “What?”
“And don’t start smoking pot either,” Amy lectured. “You know he’s into that. Don’t you get into it.”
“Derek’s not like that,” Lydia defended.
“Yeah, whatever. You know he is.”
“No, no he’s not,” she said. Why was Amy being so motherly? “At least…I don’t think so. He never has around me.”
Amy laughed, “Yeah, whatever. He’s a jock, Lydia.”
“It’s going to be a nice romantic evening.”
“Okay, I just want you to be able to remember it all when I call tomorrow. Not all of us are lucky enough to be asked to prom, you know.”
Lydia grimaced. Poor Amy. “Yeah, okay.”
“Yeah, okay, what?”
“Yeah, okay, I’ll call you tomorrow with all the gory details.”
Amy laughed. “Now that’s my girl!”
PROM NIGHT
Oh my God.
Heading to prom with Derek was unreal. Lydia couldn’t believe how lucky she was!
And everything was turning out so perfectly. Her dress was perfect, her hair behaved as it should, and the weather was beautiful. And, of course, Derek was gorgeous.
Best of all, everything up to the prom was a complete surprise. Derek had it all planned out and he wasn’t letting her in on it. First he picked her up in a cool convertible. Then he took her to the park where they ate a late lunch and sat outside. And now, they were headed to the hotel where the prom was being thrown.
“I got us a hotel room,” Derek said with a smile as he pulled up to the fancy valet service.
“Oh my,” Lydia said half surprised with glee and half surprised that he would even think that she could stay out the whole night. Her Dad didn’t give her a curfew, but still, staying out the whole night seemed a bit wrong. She would have to watch herself.
“Let me help you ma’am,” the hotel doorman said with a bright smile. She reached out her hand and stepped out of the car. The doorman assisted her and shut the car door gently behind her. Lydia couldn’t believe the service! It was like she was a princess!
“We’ll bring any bags you may have up separately,” he said.
“Oh, I don’t think we have any bags -,” Lydia started.
“Yes, thank you,” Derek interrupted. “I have one bag in the trunk.” Derek slipped the doorman some cash and quickly whisked Lydia into the lobby.
“When I heard prom was going to be here, I couldn’t help but make sure we had a room. I hope you don’t mind,” he said as he maneuvered her to the lobby. Derek quickly ran over to the front desk and checked in.
Lydia couldn’t believe all the trouble he went for her! The hotel was amazing! It was so fancy! She had no idea what kind of money Derek was spending on her. This really was going to be a night to remember.
“C’mon, wait until you see the room,” he said as he grabbed her arm and lea her to the elevators.
They made their way up to the twentieth floor and when the elevator doors opened, Lydia couldn't believe her eyes. The hall was so fancy it was like it was out of some mansion somewhere in England. Some place a real live princess would live.
Derek slipped the keycard into the lock and opened the door. Lydia’s jaw dropped.
All this for her?
It was beautiful.
It was a penthouse of sorts – two large queen size beds, a deck, a large washroom, and a bar! An actual bar! Right there in the room! How fancy.
“Sir,” came a voice at the door. “Your bag.”
“Hang on Lydia, this is important,” he said as he went over and paid the bellhop.
“Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant stay,” he said as he tipped his cap.
Derek shut the door and set the bag on the bed.
“Oh Derek, this is wonderful!” Lydia said taking in the immaculate space. So far, it was the best prom ever!
“It’s only going to get better,” Derek said with a smile as he opened the bag.
Lydia wasn’t paying attention. How could it get better? Their day had been so wonderful so far and prom had even yet to begin!
“Here we go!” he said as he held up two vodka bottles from out of his bags and waved them joyously.
Lydia turned around.
Vodka?
“Now, we’re going to get this party started,” he said, already making his way to the bar. “Have a seat Lydia, we’ve got big things to celebrate.”
JUST ONE DRINK
Derek paused and looked back at her. “Hey, what’s up?”
Lydia looked blankly at Derek. She didn’t really know what to say and yet, she knew deep down this would happen. Even Amy warned her.
“Why aren’t you drinking? I thought we toasted?”
Lydia felt Derek’s cute stare bead into her brain. She looked back at the full glass she held in her hand. They still had hours before prom and this was supposedly the “pre-party.” Just her and Derek. And yet, because of his insistence on drinking, she felt scared.
“What you don’t you drink?” Derek asked.
“Uh…,” Lydia said nervously.
“What? Why?” he asked.
Derek and Lydia were sitting at the wet bar in the hotel suite Derek was springing for. Like the tux he was wearing, he had gone all out. No expense was spared. Lydia felt like a princess from the moment Derek picked her up in the rented convertible. It was like a dream come true.
And here she was sitting in her beautiful prom dress, on a fancy bar stool staring at a glass full of ice, vodka, and cranberry. Everything had worked out – her hair, her make up, even her huge breasts were cooperating thanks to her new bra. She looked stunning.
She felt stunning.
“Look, it’s just a drink. That’s all. Everyone drinks,” he said flashing his smile at her from across the bar top. “You won’t even taste it.”
Lydia sat puzzled. “Uh, I don’t know. I -,”
“C’mon don’t be such a little girl, Lydia,” Derek said.
Little girl? God, what the hell was Derek thinking of her? She just wanted tonight to go well. She wanted him to like her. Lydia gazed at the vodka and cranberry juice drink that stood before her.
“It’s prom. We’re grown-ups now. We studied and studied and studied, remember?” he said exaggerating his words with his arms. “And it’s finally over. Thanks to you I passed chemistry. So, come on, let’s have a drink to celebrate and live it up a bit.”
“You passed chemistry,” Lydia said modestly. “I only helped a little.”
“No,” Derek said leaning across the bar, closer to Lydia. “You helped me to pass chemistry. I owe it all to you.”
Lydia felt her heart melt.
Again.
“Now, come on. Drink up.”
God, Lydia thought. She had no intention of ever drinking alcohol. She knew it was trouble.
“What you afraid?” he added with a smile. “Look there’s nothing to it, I’ll teach you.”
Afraid? Shit. Lydia had never been in this position before. She felt uncomfortable. And when she felt uncomfortable, she always turned to Daddy. She had this mental technique. She would ask herself “what would Daddy say about this?”
”Here, come on, drink up, Lydia,” Derek said pushing the drink even closer to her.
Lydia couldn’t think. She wanted to please Derek and make him think she was cool. Not just a tutor. Not just a nerd.
“Come on, Lydia.”
What to do?
“Just one drink.”
It was too much pressure!
“Don’t be a chicken.”
And then, it hit her.
She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t afraid of anything!
DADDY'S SECOND LIFE LESSON: “NEVER LET FEAR STOP YOU."
Nine years earlier, a Lydia clutched the monkey bars in the playground, her heart pounding. The poor girl had climbed higher than she ever thought on the encouragement of her father. He said she had to try it. She had to see how high she could go. But now, halfway up the monkey bars, she realized her predicament. She was too high up.
It was terrifying!
“Don’t be afraid Lydia,” Dad called up to her. “You’re all right. Everything will be fine. You just can’t let your fears stop you. Don’t be afraid.”
Lydia was crying with streams of tears falling from her face. “But I want to come down!!!” Lydia screamed through tears. Her white knuckles gripped the metal bar as hard as they could. She was petrified and was paralyzed in fear.
Dad stepped forward and placed his hand on his daughter’s back. “It’s okay. You can do this. I’m right here. You just can’t be afraid. Relax and take one step at a time.”
Lydia’s tears stopped. Her Dad’s soothing voice calmed her.
“Relax, Lydia. If you relax you can re-focus and make your way up the monkey bars.”
“I don’t want to go up!” Lydia pleaded.
“What did I tell you? You have to try everything once. If you don’t like it, you can come down. But, you’re halfway there! You can’t be afraid. You can do this Lydia!” her Dad said.
Lydia turned her head toward her Dad. Slowly she sucked back the tears.
“Don’t be scared.”
Lydia remained frozen.
“Don’t let your fear stop you. You’re in charge, not your fear.”
She knew her Daddy was right. She released her grip with her right hand.
“That a girl. Now grab a hold of the next bar. You’ll be all right. Don’t be afraid.”
Lydia did what her Dad said. She carefully raised her hand to the next wrung of the monkey bar. Once she got a grip, her hand folded over it and hung on tight.
“There you go. Now pull yourself up.”
Lydia felt a surge of confidence. She could do this! She slowly pulled herself up. In doing so, she released her left hand which, as if acting on its own, grabbed the next wrung. Sensing the progress, her right foot took a step up.
“That a girl! Now you’re doing it!” Dad said with a smile.
Lydia felt the fear dissipate with each new wrung she grabbed. Soon, she found herself at the top of the monkey bars. And what a view it was! She had done it!
She glanced down at her Dad below who was clapping. “That a girl! See, you can’t ever let fear stop you from doing what you want to do!”
“I’m not afraid of anything!” Lydia declared to her Dad and the world high atop the monkey bars.
“Of course you’re not, Lydia. Of course you’re not.”
Lydia smiled at her Dad. He was the best.
THE GUESSING GAME
“Dude!” Derek yelled out in joy as Lydia slammed her vodka and cranberry on the bar and set it back on the bar. “I knew you weren’t all books and science and shit! You’re cool! Here, give me your glass,” Derek said grabbing Lydia’s glass from the bar.
Lydia beamed from ear to ear. Derek knew she was cool! The sudden realization that she was cool threw off her sense of balance. She leaned forward against the bar, her large breasts squishing up against the bar top. She felt the warm liquid sliding down to her belly and noticed a pleasant warmth spreading throughout her body. She had never felt such a feeling before. Her upper body tingled from the heat. It felt so weird.
Something strange was happening…
“Let’s drink one more,” Derek said as he tossed more ice in Lydia’s glass and began pouring it full of vodka.
“Na,” Lydia slurred, “Don’t you think three’s enough?”
“Three?” Derek said as he poured another large helping of vodka into Lydia’s empty glass. “That was your fourth!”
Lydia looked up at Derek. Had she had four? She couldn’t remember! They were having so much fun. Derek was really opening up to her. He was telling her more stories about growing up, about his relationship with his divorced parents, and his plans after high school. It was so interesting and they were connecting so well that she hadn’t paid close attention to how many drinks they were having!
Did she really drink four?
Derek smiled slyly.
Lydia noticed. “What?” she asked.
“I was just kidding, you only had three.”
Lydia and Derek both busted out laughing.
“I was going to say,” Lydia said looking him straight in the eyes, “’Are you trying to get me drung?”
Wait, did I just say “drung” Lydia wondered to herself?
“Ha! That’s funny,” he said as he poured more vodka into her glass. “No, this is just the pre-party, we have so much more to go. This is all about loosening up,” Derek said.
Lydia smiled. She did feel a little “looser.” There must be something to those drinks, she thought to herself.
“Besides, I’m matching you drink for drink, so we’re even,” he said with a twinkle in his eye as he added only a splash of cranberry to her drink. “But, dude, I can tell you can handle your liquor. You got what it takes,” Derek added as he handed her another full glass.
Wow! What a cool compliment! He knew she could hold her liquor! Lydia looked up at Derek and smiled. For some reason it seemed to take an extra second for her to focus on him even though he was only a foot or two away from her.
And then, it occurred to her. She didn’t even drink!
What the hell was he talking about? “Wait, why do you s’ink I can hold my liquor? I don’t drink,” she asked at the same time accepting the glass before her.
Derek was busy pouring his drink. “Uh, well you know…,” he said trying not to answer.
Lydia waited and watched as he poured himself a drink.
Derek looked up and realized Lydia was waiting.
“What?” Lydia asked.
“You’re going to make me say it?” he asked.
Huh? “Say what?” Lydia asked. She had no idea what he was talking about.
“Fine,” Derek said pushing his glass aside for the moment. “Everybody knows that girls with big…assets…have more space to put the booze.”
Lydia’s jaw dropped. How dare he! “You s’ink I have a big ass?” Lydia scowled. She was mad! Immediately she started leaning over to the side to feel her butt.
“What? No!” Derek said. “I said assets. Not butt.”
Lydia looked back at Derek angrily.
Then it occurred to her.
Assets.
Ah…
“Listen, don’t get mad at me - it’s just a known fact,” Derek added. “Guys can handle their booze easy because of the amount of muscle they have. But girls have it different. Those with, you know, bigger, you knows…” he said as he motioned with his hands in front of his chest, “…actually can store their alcohol better and not get as drunk.”
Now she got it.
“And girls who don’t have any – like you, know, Tabatha or Daphne at school – just can’t. It goes straight to their head.”
He was talking about her boobs! Lydia didn’t know to be insulted or flattered.
Derek realized the awkwardness and grabbed his drink, “I’m just saying what I heard, that’s all.”
Lydia finally had to laugh. “So, you’re saying that girls with big boob’sch can handle their al’co, al’cohol?”
Derek took a sip of his drink and added a quick, “You got it.”
“So you’re sh’aying I have big boobs, is that it?”
“What? No, I’m saying you can handle your liquor.”
“Yeah, because I have big boob’sch.”
“Uh, yeah” Derek said taking a sip of his drink embarrassingly. “But you said it not me.”
“ And sh’omehow these act as storage containers for alcohol,” she said as she pointed to her breasts.
“It’s science,” Derek said.
“Uh-huh,” Lydia said shaking her head. Now she was super-conscious about her breasts around Derek.
“Well, are you drunk?” Derek asked.
“Huh?”
“Are you drunk? You had three drinks.”
“I’m not drun’g!” Lydia said. “I feel totally okay.”
“Well there you go! That’s just what I thought,” Derek said with a self-satisfied smile as he lifted his glass up into the air.
Lydia grabbed her drink without hesitation and mimicked Derek. She was not going to be out done!
Certainly not by this boob fanatic!
Derek hoisted his glass above his head, “Here’s to storage!”
Lydia raised her glass high into the air, inadvertently thrusting her huge breasts forward across the bar top and raised her glass high above her head and guzzled in agreement.
Oops.
Derek smiled slyly as he set his empty glass down.
Lydia struggled, her large breasts hovering over the bar counter. And yet, she managed to down the drink in one giant gulp.
It was easy.
The two of them set their drinks down on the bar top almost in sync. Their eyes caught each other. She could feel the burning liquid pour into her on its way to join the other three drinks.
God he was so cute, Lydia thought. And here she was sharing a moment with him.
Why was he smiling so devilishly?
Oops.
It just dawned on her they had toasted to “storage.”
“Nice…,” Derek said as his eyes wandered down from her face into her ample cleavage. “See, no matter what, the alcohol heads right there!”
Lydia gazed down at her breasts.
Shit! In her haste, some of the drink missed her mouth, slipped passed her chin, and dripped down into her dress.
Right between her big boobs.
That Derek was staring at.
Lydia grabbed a napkin from the bar and slowly mopped it up, watching Derek the whole time as he stood mesmerized. Okay, Lydia thought to herself . This guy can’t help himself. She watched Derek hopeless stare into her cleavage as she slowly dried her breasts off. He likes big breasts. He must be addicted to them.
She would have to use that to her advantage.
“Yoo-hoo, up here,” she said as she dobbed off her chin.
Derek broke his stare and smiled back at Lydia.
“See, you know how to handle your booze,” he said.
What? She had spilled all over herself and -
“This calls for shots!”
“Shots?”
“Yep!”
“Oh no, I don’t think so -,” Lydia started.
“Uh – we’ll have none of that! This is prom. Our prom! And we’re doing a celebratory shot!”
Big boobs or not, Lydia knew this was too much alcohol too soon. “No, really, we, uh, I just guzzled a drink…”
But she remained unheard. Derek was on a mission. “Shit, there’s no shot glasses,” he said from behind the bar. Then, grabbing two regular glasses, let out an “Oh well!” and began pouring a large helping of vodka into each. Although he thought it was a shot worth, any onlooker would have thought it was two or three.
“Listen, Derek, I don’t s’ink it’sch a good idea if I have any,” Lydia said waving her arms at the glasses Derek was preparing. For some reason, everything about her was beginning to feel…bigger. It was strange. And because everything was feeling bigger, she was feeling a bit more clumsier.
And yet, it felt kinda nice.
Fun even.
Derek was busy evening up the two glasses so they matched. “What?”
Lydia snapped out of it. “Scheriously,” Lydia said. “I feel kinda fun’nny.”
Derek stopped what he was doing and looked up at Lydia. His face was stern and earnest. “But you have big boobs.”
Lydia tried to look at Derek but for some reason it was getting harder to focus.
“You can handle this.”
Lydia clumsily crossed her arms in front of her chest. It took her a few tries. He was making her feel overly self-conscious. “Schtop with the big boobsch thing, already. I know I have them.”
Derek leaned forward across the bar top. “I’m sorry. It’s just they’re so -,” Derek stammered for words.
“Big. I know, I know,” Lydia answered.
Derek smiled and looked at her chest. “Yeeeaaaah,” he said goofily.
The way he said it made Lydia giggle.
“Hey can I guess at how big?”
“What?” Lydia said outraged. “No!”
Derek laughed. “Oh come on. Let me take a wild guess.”
Lydia was started to get a bit miffed. She wasn’t all boobs! “No, scherioushly, now cut it out, Dare’rick”
“Listen,” Derek said, leaning up on the bar and a bit closer to Lydia. “I’ll tell you what. Remember how we’ve been drinking glass for glass? Well, how about this. Let me take a few guesses about how big your boobs are and for each one I get wrong, I’ll take a drink.”
Lydia raised her eyebrow.
“It’ll be a game,” he said with a smile as he grabbed his glass and filled it with only a splash of vodka.
A game? “You me’an you’re gunna guessh my bra size?”
Derek finished filling the glass and added a lot of cranberry. “Yeah, bra size, cup size. I gotta get them both. And for every guess I get wrong, I drink. If the glass goes empty, I refill it. I got to finally guess the size of your boobs.”
Lydia laughed, “Both?”
“Yeah. For example - and this isn’t what I’m going to guess at all - but if I said like you were a 34B and I was wrong on both accounts, then I would have to drink this drink right here twice.”
“Okay,” Lydia said hesitantly. “But some of my bras’ch are different sh’izes, you know. They make them all different.”
“Huh, I didn’t know that,” he said putting his hand to his chin. “Uh…but you’re wearing a bra now, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And you know the size, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, then I’ll have to guess that one.”
Lydia nodded her head. It felt so strangely light! Is this what it feels like to be drunk, she wondered?
“But hang on, Lydia. This is a game,” he said. “So, if I guess both your bra and cup size correctly, whatever is left in this glass, you have to drink.”
Lydia started to think about this last wrinkle but was distracted by his smile.
“Is it a deal?”
Lydia rubbed her nose. It felt a bit numb for some reason.
“Well?”
Lydia realized she had the upper hand. The bra she was wearing was a minimizer. She was forced to buy one so she could actually fit into her beautiful prom dress. She was amazed at the difference it had made when she put it on. The bra worked by redistributing her breast tissue in such a way as to actually appear to reduce their size. She actually seemed at least a cup smaller. There was no way he would guess her size right away. He would have to drink the whole glass! Lydia smiled mischievously, “S’hure, it’sch a deal. Go ahead and guess’ch.”
“Cool,” Derek said with just a smile just as mischievous. He stepped backwards to take Lydia all in. “Uh, if you would…please,” he said waving with his arms.
Lydia looked puzzled and followed his hands. “Oh,” she said as she uncrossed her arms. Immediately she could feel his gaze as he stared at her chest. Her prom dress discreetly showed off some cleavage, but the color worked in such a way as to hide her true size. There was no way he would be able to guess.
“Okay,” Derek said as he stepped He put his hand to his chin again and glanced at her chest. “Uh, you’re a 32B!”
Lydia busted out laughing! “No!” she said. She was much, much bigger than that! “Drink!”
Derek smiled.
“Drink!” Lydia repeated.
Derek picked up his glass and took a sip.
“Heeeeeey,” Lydia slurred. “You gotta take a drink, not juss’ a s’ip!”
Derek paused, then, without hesitation, downed the drink.
“Whooooa,” Lydia said laughing. God she was feeling great! She had never felt this light-headed and clumsy before!
“Hey,” Derek said setting the glass down. “When I take a gulp, I take a gulp.”
“You’re ne’v gonna guess’ch,” Lydia laughed.
“Oh, I’ll guess. Don’t you worry,” he said as he put only a splash of vodka into his glass once again.
“Na, you won’t,” Lydia said confidently. “You’re gunna dr’ing a lot more th’an that,’ she giggled.
Derek finished filling his glass up with cranberry juice.
“Okay, now quiet,” Derek said. He took a step back and tilted his head.
Lydia stuck out her chest to oblige. He would never guess her size! Not with the minimizer and her dress! He’d be under guessing her all night!
“Uh, a 34D,” he said.
“NO!” Lydia laughed. “Drink again!”
“Shoot,” Derek said rather easily.
“Ha, you’re never gunna guess’sch my size and you’re gunna git real’ly drung.”
“Can you give me a clue?” he asked.
Lydia stuck out her chest and giggled. “Here’sch your only clue!” she laughed.
“Uh, clues,” Derek corrected.
“Clues,” Lydia agreed as she waved her chest back and forth. Her boobs felt so thick and clumsy! And her head was beginning to feel more and more stuffed with cotton. This vodka really packed some sort of punch! She was starting to realize why everybody drank it. It felt kinda good.
Derek once again downed the entire glass.
Lydia was starting to worry he didn’t understand the game. “Heeeey,” she slurred. “I din’t s’ink you had to d’ring the hole d’ring each time.”
Derek wiped his mouth. “I don’t,” he said. “I only need to take a gulp. It’s just I’m not one to weasel out of things. When I do something, I do it right.”
Lydia nodded her drunken head. She understood. It was just like her Daddy taught her.
Derek filled the empty glass full of vodka. Lydia watched mesmerized. How could he drink all that, she wondered? He then splashed a little bit of cranberry into it.
“Okay, let’s do this,” he said as he hoisted the glass. He stared at Lydia and then down at her chest. “Ummmmm, I’m gonna have to guess…ummmm…uh, let’s see now…uh, how about 42, triple D.”
Lydia busted out laughing, “Ha! Dri -!”
And then she was quiet.
Holy shit, he guessed my bra size, she thought!
“Yes?” Derek asked as he held the glass in front of his mouth.
“Heeeeeeeeey,” Lydia said. “That’sch my bra sh’ize!” What the hell? How’d he figure that out? Lydia had to know! “Sch’eriou’shcly, how’d you guessch that?” she asked mesmerized
Lydia looked back up. God Derek was so smart. He didn’t need her to tutor him. He knew things all along. He was playing her. Playing her just like he played her with his chemistry final. Something was wrong and yet, it felt so right. “Sher’ioush’ly, how’ed you know?”
“Lydia, you’ve been tutoring me for almost two months now. Trust me, I know,” Derek said as he pushed the full drink over to her.
“But I’m wear’ing a mim’, mim’mizer.” Didn’t it help her not look as big?
“A what?”
“A mim’a’mizer bra,” she repeated. “It ma’kesch my boo’bsch look sch’maller.”
Derek looked at her in disbelief. “There’s nothing that’s going to make your, uh, breasts smaller.”
Lydia looked down at her chest. Why’d she buy it then? Dammit, that was a waste of money. She couldn’t believe Derek. He was pulling her leg. “I dan’t look that bigg, do I?” she asked as she looked down at her cleavage.
“Uh, you don’t?”
Lydia looked back up at Derek. Despite his smile, she was suddenly embarrassed and self-conscious. She couldn’t deny it; she still had the boobs of a fat girl. They just wouldn’t go away. It was so annoying. They were just too big and nothing she could do would make them lose they weight like the rest of her body did. It was depressing actually. She always felt out of proportion.
Derek pushed the drink even closer. “I told you, I know boobs. And, since I guessed your size you need to finish this entire drink.”
Lydia still felt self-conscious. She felt the need to explain. “I wa’sh a bit fat, you know. I los’s weight.”
“Yeah I know, you told me. Don’t worry about -,” Derek tried to soothe her.
“But the’sh boob’sch won’t go way. I esh’ercise and ex’ersize, but there’sch no’thing I can do. Sh’it ups, shtair’mass’er, nothing. They won’t leave me an’ I don’t know why…,” she mumbled as she gazed down at her chest.
Derek paused before speaking. “Listen, Lydia, it’s okay,” Derek said. “They’re fine. You’re fine. It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about it. You look wonderful.”
“They’re from my fat day’sch,” Lydia continued as she grabbed both breasts with her hands. And then Derek’s words sunk into her drunken mind. She looked up. It took awhile to focus. She was feeling more and more drunk at each passing moment. And it felt nice. Just as nice as what Derek said. “Really? You s’ink I look won’dererful?”
“Absolutely.”
Lydia beamed from ear to ear.
“You’re really pretty, Lydia. I wouldn’t worry about your size at all. What I would worry about instead is…,” he pushed the drink closer to her.
Lydia tried to stare at the glass in front of her. It was out of focus. Shit. He was right. She had to drink all of that?
“Yep,” Derek said seemingly answering her thought. “But, hey, you’re like me, right? I mean, you don’t weasel out of things, right? You do things right.”
Lydia looked up at Derek. It took awhile for her to focus, but eventually she saw his face. She knew he was right. No matter how drunk she was, she knew she had to follow through.
After all, it was how her Daddy raised her. She was a good girl. And she knew she had to do exactly what her Daddy taught her.
DADDY'S THIRD LITTLE LIFE LESSON: “YOUR WORD IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING.”
A younger, chubbier Lydia stormed around the kitchen. She couldn’t believe she had to waste her entire night. “But they’re going to a movie and they invited me!”
“Don’t you want to tell Mrs. Henderson that you won’t be coming by?” Lydia’s Dad said as he handed her the phone.
“No,” Lydia said pushing it away.
“Well, I’m not going to be the one to break the bad news to her. It’s up to you to call her. You tell her she can’t go out now. You tell her that you decided that even though you promised to babysit you decided at the last minute not to.”
“But I didn’t know last week that all my friends were going to go out tonight! It’s not fair!”
“What’s not fair?” Lydia’s Dad asked. “You agreeing to watch Mrs. Henderson’s daughter and then going back on your word?”
“No, not that,” Lydia barked. Her Dad could sometimes make her so mad. “I can change my mind! I don’t have to be forced to babysit if I don’t want to!”
“No one forced you, Lydia. You agreed last week Remember?””
“But I want to go out with my friends!” Lydia whined. She was so frustrated and her Dad wasn’t helping. She stomped around the kitchen. God, she wished Amy had never called to tell her she was going out. It would have been so much better not knowing and just babysitting Mrs. Henderson’s daughter.
“Lydia, are you going to call Mrs. Henderson or not?” her Dad asked handing over the phone once again. “If you’re going to go back on your word, then you better call quickly so she and Mr. Henderson know they can’t go out as planned.”
Lydia slumped down on the floor with a loud thud. The floor vibrated from her weight. She sat there defeated and put her head in her hands.
Her Dad waved the phone at her, “Time is passing.”
Lydia looked up at her Dad. There was no way she was going to call Mrs. Henderson and break the bad news that she couldn’t babysit. She couldn’t say that to Mrs. Henderson. She wanted her Dad to say it – to tell her she was sick or something. Lydia felt hopelessly trapped. It was like the end of the world. She sat on the floor with a frown.
Her Dad waved the phone at her again.
Lydia looked up. The thought of picking up the phone and telling Mrs. Henderson sent shivers down her spine. She’d probably hate Lydia for life if she backed out now!She probably wouldn’t talk to her ever again. And that wouldn’t be right. Mrs. Henderson was always so nice to her. She not only paid her well to babysit, but she also always had great ice cream and cakes that she gave to her. She probably made a cake tonight thinking she promised to babysit.
Her Dad stood over Lydia and let the phone fall into Lydia’s chubby little hand.
Lydia looked at the phone and then up at her Dad. Reality hit her. She would not be joining Amy and her friends. “Forget it, Dad,” she said. “I can’t go. I have to babysit.”
“You sure?” he asked.
Lydia let out a sigh. “Yeah, I said I was going to do it, so I have to.”
Her Dad set the phone down on the table.
“I’ll have to go out some other time,” she said to herself.
Her Dad smiled at her. “You’re doing the right thing, Lydia. You gave Mrs. Henderson your word last week and that’s the most important thing. You can’t go back on your word, princess.”
Lydia had a hard time getting up off the floor, her extra weight making it difficult to maneuver. She used the wall to push off for support. “I know.”
“Yeah,” her Dad smiled. “Yeah it does, but you can go another time. In fact, we can go tomorrow. How about that?”
“Really?” she said.
“I’ll treat you. You deserve it for doing the right thing and not backing out.
Lydia walked over to her Dad and gave him a big hug and kiss on the cheek. “Thanks Dad,” she said.
“No problem, princess.”
Lydia smiled at her Dad. He was the best.
“Now go get ready.”
“Okay!” she smiled as she headed upstairs.
BUZZED
Lydia couldn’t believe how much she had drunk. Not only did she follow up on her word and downed that entire drink as punishment for Derek guessing her bra size, she was on yet another that Derek had set up. But that’s just the kind of girl Daddy raised – once she set her mind to something, she always followed through!
And yet, she didn’t know if she could finish the new one. The entire hotel room was spinning around her. It was wonderful but strange at the same time! She realized what had happened. She had drunk too much too fast. Even her big boobs couldn’t save her by holding it all in. She looked down at her cleavage. “Uh-oh, De’rick, I sink my boobie’sch are max’ed to cab’ashitty – cabacity, I mean, capaschitty.”
“What? Oh come on, you’ve got plenty more room.”
Lydia looked up at Derek with a smile. She felt so loved. He thought she was pretty. He thought her big boobs were wonderful. A warm, fun little numbing sensation had taken control. It was so pleasant! It made her feel so great. It made her much more relaxed. It made her feel that her boobs were full of alcohol!
God, was this what it was like to be so drunk? It was like her body was slowly and clumsily taking over and it didn’t know what it was doing. Her coordination was all off! “No, be’weave me,” she said. “I sch’ink, my boob’ies’sch r full.”
“Why is that?”
“Cuz I s’ink I f’eel di’shy, I mean, dizzzzzy!” she giggled. She had to be, she thought. Her whole body felt more and more clumsy at each passing minute. It was getting harder and harder to focus on things, much less talk. And yet, despite the feeling of slowly losing control, feeling drunk felt nice. It was relaxing in a way. Freeing.
“Now hang on,” Derek said in a louder tone. “I give you that perhaps – perhaps – your right breast is totally full, but there’s no way that left one is anything but empty! We haven’t had that much to drink.” ”Here, we’re out of cranberry,” he said as he handed her a glass of vodka and took the unfinished one away. “This is to your left breast! You certainly don’t want that one empty cuz it’ll throw off your whole balance!”
A sudden wave of pleasant dizziness overtook Lydia forcing her to momentarily close her eyes. When she opened them it took her a long while to focus back on Derek. When she did, however, it made her smile. She liked smiling. Smiling was good. “Is that why I f’eel, I fe’el like every’sing is sch’pinnin’??” Lydia asked in all seriousness.
“Absolutely,” Derek answered. “You’re all out of balance because the booze is all on your right side! That’s no good.”
That made sense. God, Derek was so nice to tutor her to the ways of alcohol. Ha! Lydia let out a big giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
“Na’thing,” Lydia said before bursting out in giggles again.
“Seriously? What’s so funny?’
Lydia wavered in her seat and leaned up against the bar top to try to steady herself. “It’sch juss’, I was’h s’inking how I tu’, tu’, tu’tored you in chem’stry and now, yer tu’tring me in al’gohol.”
Derek smiled. “Well, alcohol is chemistry.”
It took awhile for the words to sink in. “Heeeeeeey, yer right!” she said delighted at the irony.
“And this,” Derek said as he motioned with his finger back and forth between the both of them, “this is chemistry too.”
Lydia felt her drunken heart melt.
The wonderful words were still resonating in her drunken mind as she watched Derek lean in across the bar and plant a kiss on her lips. Immediately her body reacted. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in response. She felt his tongue enter and explore. She clumsily reached up with her left hand and held his cheek to get a better grip. She quickly became lost in the moment, lost in the drunken buzz that was taking over her body, and lost in the sensual kiss.
She would need to get drunk more often.
And then, as soon as it happened, it ended. Lydia slowly opened her eyes to see Derek pull back. He had a mischievous little smile across his face.
“Tha’ was,” Lydia slurred, still stunned at the moment that they shared. “Tha’ was’sh ni’ce.”
Derek smiled and pushed Lydia’s glass toward her.
Lydia’s world was one dizzy ride of alcohol and emotion. She gazed down at the glass below and clumsily reached for it.
“Last one, then we gotta start getting ready,” he smiled.
Lydia smiled back. God, he knew how to make a girl feel good. She was so in love with Derek. She looked down at the liquid. It looked like water. Drunkenly, she brought it up to her nose to smell. Whoa! That wasn’t water!
“God, don’t smell it!” Derek said. “Hold your nose and slam it! Watch!”
Lydia watched as Derek held his nose, slammed the vodka in one gulp, and the glass down on the tabletop in victory. He shivered, but maintained his poise. Once done, he looked back over to Lydia.
Lydia smiled. She couldn’t help but smile. She was with Derek. And this was such a cool moment.
“Your turn.”
Lydia looked down at the glass.
“Hold your nose.”
Lydia reached up and poked herself in the eye. Her nose had moved for some reason. Finding her nose, she clamped down on it and tightened her grip. Mimicking Derek, she hoisted the glass up to her mouth and did her best to slam its contents in one gulp.
The thing is, there was too much to drink in one gulp!
Still she managed and swallowed. And there was no taste! It was so easy!
She slammed the empty glass down and released her nose. Instantly she could taste the burn. She coughed and choked from the vodka. It was stronger than her cranberry drinks and she could feel it blaze a trail down her throat. She stumbled up and out of the stool and drunkenly fell forward, her big boobs mashing up against the bar top. She then lost her balance and stumbled backward until she wound up falling into a large sofa chair. She spilled into the chair, her large breasts jiggling under her dress from the shock.
After a few moments, when she realized she was no longer at the bar, Lydia opened her eyes and saw Derek back at the bar laughing his ass off.
”You okay?” Derek asked from back behind the bar.
The burning had subsided. Probably heading to her left breast, she thought. She looked up at Derek with eyes half-mast and smiled. God she was having such a great time! What a prom and it hadn’t even really started yet! Her body felt three feet thicker! It was so clumsy! All the spinning and dizziness made it feel like trying to walk for the first time! It made her wonder why people would find drinking fun. And yet, it was!
Lydia smiled to herself. Why hadn’t she gotten drunk before?
Cuz it felt wonderful!
“You having a good time?” Derek asked.
Lydia was finding it hard to not think about anything else except how good she was feeling! The alcohol had taken her over completely! She sat there in the sofa chair with a goofy smile on her face.
“You starting to feel buzzed?”
Buzzed? Yeah, that’s exactly how she felt! She was buzzed! She giggled at Derek’s word. “B’zzzzzzzzzzed!” Lydia said playfully as her eyes tried to follow Derek. He was walking up into focus. All she could do was lay there in the chair. Lydia finally knew what it was like to be drunk. And it was awesome.
“Do you want any more?”
The whole hotel room was joyfully spinning around her. It was so weird! She could still feel the burning vodka heading toward her belly. She knew she couldn’t and shouldn’t drink any more. Not at least right away. “Na,” she slurred as she reached up and grabbed her left breast. “I sch’ink my boobie’sch are all full now,” she slurred.
“Oh yeah, what makes you say that?”
“Cuz I can fe’el the boo’ze go’ing right to my head.”
Derek walked up to Lydia and knelt down beside her. “I don’t know about that. You have lots of storage space, Lydia.”
Lydia had never felt like this before. Her center of gravity was completely off. She rolled her head over to face Derek. Even though he was close, it was still hard to focus on him. “Truss me. They’rrrr full, b’lieve me,” she slurred as she closed her eyes. She felt so relaxed. It was incredible.
“I think I should be the judge of that, don’t you?” he asked.
Lydia just smiled. She was still reeling from the shot and had no idea what he was talking about.
“You don’t mind, do you?” he asked again.
And then she felt his hands on her breasts. She closed her eyes as her body focused on his gentle massage. First, he kneaded her right breast, then her left. Soon both hands were massaging both her breasts.
“Yes, I see,” he said as he compared Lydia’s right breast with her left by lifting them up within her bra and dress to gauge how heavy they were. “Interesting…,” he eventually said.
Lydia was lost in the moment. “Wass’ in’er’essing?” she managed to slur.
“Well, I think you still have some room in your left breast. Yes, yes. I can feel it now. It’s about a shot or two lighter than your right one. You must favor your right.”
The words took awhile to sink in, but then she realized, being right-handed, it made sense that she’d favor her right breast over her left.
“Thass good to know, “ she slurred with a smile. She enjoyed watching Derek’s face as he continued to knead her alcohol-filled breasts. And yet, with each squeeze, she was finding it harder to keep her eyes open. She wondered if his squeezing wasn’t making her drunker? Perhaps he was releasing more alcohol into her system with each feel? She smiled when she realized it didn’t matter. She enjoyed feeling this way. If massaging her big boobs kept her feeling this wonderful, then he could keep feeling her up all night long.
“I s’ink your, I s’ink yer mak’ing me drung’erer,” she slurred as she gazed up helplessly at Derek.
“I could stop,” Derek smiled.
Lydia moaned like a little girl, “Noooooooo. I li’ke it.”
“The vodka or me massaging your breasts?”
Lydia was finding it so hard to focus. Her eyes slowly rolled over and landed on Derek. “Huh?” she slurred.
“Do you like getting drunk?”
Lydia slowly opened her eyes and giggled. She turned to look at Derek standing near her. Once her eyes focused, she couldn’t help but smile when she saw his cute little face. She could look at him forever.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Lydia opened her eyes. “Hmmm?”
“Are you enjoying prom?”
“Mm-hhhmmm,” she slurred.
“Cool,” he said as he continued to fondle her huge breasts. Then he added, “Do you mind if I do something else?”
“Huh?” Lydia slowly opened her eyes.
“You know, I don’t really like alcohol that much.”
A sad face overcame Lydia. Why didn’t he like alcohol? It was so nice! She never felt this good before. Here she was feeling sooooooo good getting her breasts massaged by Derek of all people! It was the best prom ever and it hadn’t even started! Lydia looked up at Derek. He was so strong and handsome. She could feel it. Feel it in his touch. She became lost in his eyes. She swore she could feel her heart melt.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t freak out if I did something else…”
IT'S JUST LIKE A KISS
“So would you mind?”
Lydia sat wonderfully inebriated on the big sofa chair trying to focus on Derek as he gently massaged her huge drunken breasts. She couldn’t concentrate between the alcohol overtaking her system and Derek’s constant massaging. She was lost in the moment. She was so in his hands. Quite literally. She looked up at him with a big smile. The way she was feeling, she didn’t care what he wanted to do. As long as she could join him.
“Have you ever smoked a bowl?”
Lydia once again opened her eyes. “Wass’ a bowl?” she asked
Derek smiled as he continued to gently rub her huge breasts. “It’s marijuana.”
“Mar’i, mari’yuana?” Lydia slurred.
“You know, pot. Weed.”
“I’ve…I’ ne’ver smo’ggged mary’on’ahhhh,” Lydia said looking up at Derek hoping he wouldn’t laugh. “I don’ e’vn schmoke.”
“Oh, you don’t have to. I was thinking I would. You know, just to get a little high going before we head downstairs to prom.”
“Hhigh?” Lydia asked half-heartedly as she enjoyed the gentle breast massage.
“Yeah, you know, stoned. It’ll make prom just that much better.”
Lydia looked up with half-mast eyes, “Ar’nt you ‘ready drun’g?”
Derek laughed, “What? Me? No. Well, maybe a bit buzzed, but not drunk. Besides getting high is a whole different thing.”
Lydia could barely think. Was he or was he not asking her about doing marijuana? She couldn’t tell. It was too much effort. And of course, getting her huge boobs massaged by Derek wasn’t helping matters. It was getting her more and more pleasantly drunk.
“Do you mind?” Derek asked as he continued to massage her big drunken breasts.
Lydia rolled her head back drunkenly and giggled.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Derek said.
The next thing Lydia knew Derek had stopped massaging her breasts. She sat there enjoying her drunken state as she heard and periodically watched Derek rummage about the room. Soon he was standing back in front of her with a long glass cylinder in hand.
Lydia gazed up at him. He took her hand and helped lift her up. She felt heavier than usual. It must be all the booze in her boobs, she thought. She stumbled upwards but luckily Derek guided her between the two queen beds in the room. “Heeeey,” she slurred to herself as she came to the realization. “Why’sch the room schp’innin’?”
“Oh come on, you’re fine,” Derek said as he helped Lydia to the bed. “Here, sit there, and I’ll sit across from you.” Derek said as he gently pushed her to sit down at the edge of the bed.
Lydia stumbled a bit and fell on the bed. She could feel all the alcohol in her breasts slosh around from the force of the impact. She reached up and helped to stop them from jiggling. With a giggle she looked across at Derek who was watching her. He was watching her fat breasts jiggle. Self-consciously, she put her hand up to stop them moving.
“You should never be ashamed of your size,” he said with a smile enjoying the dance.
As a recovering “fat girl” Derek had no idea how meaningful that statement was to Lydia. He understood her and accepted her for the plump, large-breasted girl she still was. God, he was so cool. All she could do was sit in awe and stare lovingly at him.
“Now, if you don’t mind,” he said as he put his mouth at the end of the cylinder and with his right hand flicked a lighter. Lydia watched as he held the flame over a small bowl. It was full of green chunks that immediately sparked and smoked. Some of the smoke wafted into the room, but most of it disappeared. She couldn’t tell where it was going. Instead, she heard a bubbling noise. Then, she watched as Derek shut off the lighter and within seconds lifted the bowl up and out of the cylinder.
That’s when she realized where the smoke went! Derek was inhaling it through the cylinder. Drunkenly, she watched as the smoke disappeared once more out of the tube and into his lungs. Derek pulled his face away from the cylinder and made a funny face as he held his breath. He was holding the smoke inside!
How long could he hold it, she wondered?
She watched as Derek’s cute faced contorted as he fought against the smoke. The whole thing seemed a bit funny to Lydia and she couldn’t help but smile drunkenly at him.
Finally, Derek exploded in coughs. A large plume of smoke emerged from his lungs and immediately attacked Lydia. It smelled so weird! Like a skunk even! Lydia inadvertently inhaled some of Derek’s smoke and began coughing as well. She waved drunkenly in the air to help dissipate and clear the air.
“Oops, sorry,” was all he could manage to say between coughs. “I didn’t mean to do that, it was a bit too much.”
Lydia watched as he held the cylinder and stared up at the ceiling. “You ‘kay?” Lydia slurred.
Derek shook his gaze and looked back at Lydia, “Uh, yeah. This is just some good shit.”
“Wh’addya mean?”
Derek smiled at her, “Hang on, I’ll tell you.”
And with that Lydia drunkenly watched as Derek went back to the cylinder and re-lit the marijuana. Soon the greenish buds turned bright orange. A small amount of smoke wafted up into the air and the bubbling started again. Lydia watched as Derek pulled the little bowl out and once again inhaled a large plume of smoke into his lungs. She wondered what it felt like to breathe in smoke.
Derek held it in again for what seemed like a minute to Lydia’s drunken mind. Then, with a few coughs he released the lungful he trapped. It again wafted all over Lydia. Maybe it was because she was drunk, but the smoke smelled even more pungent this time. “It s’mell’sch!” she said waving it away like a little girl.
A thin grin crept across Derek’s face, “Hey, that’s the smell of a good time. Don’t rag on it.”
She drunkenly reached for her nose, but instead knocked herself in the cheek. “A goo’d time?” she said in disbelief as she waved her hands clumsily to dissipate the smoke.
But it was no use. Derek was back at it. The bubbling sound continued.
Didn’t they have a prom to attend to, Lydia suddenly wondered? She wasn’t going to sit around and get smoke blown at her all night. She was feeling too good for that. Prom must be starting soon. Slowly and clumsily, Lydia stood up, “Heeeeey, whe’n we go’in down’schtairsch, Der’ik?”
With a lungful of smoke, Derek set the cylinder down and stood up to Lydia. Derek quickly grabbed her shoulders and faced her. “Mmmm, mmmmm, mmm,” he tried to say as he held back the smoke.
Lydia looked up at Derek’s face with eyes half-mast. She was starting to get a little angry sitting around. They had prom to attend!
“Lis’shen, I sh’ink we ought ta be go’in’ -,” she started but then, the next thing Lydia knew, her mouth was interlocked with Derek’s.
He was kissing her!
It took her by surprise, but she instantly wanted to return the favor. Their tongues intertwined. She could taste Derek. And, for some reason, she could taste the smoke.
A lot of smoke!
Without warning, Derek exhaled into her!
It took a while for Lydia’s drunken mind to put it all together, but sure enough, her mouth was full of Derek’s smoke! Shocked, she gasped, accidentally inhaling it deep within her lungs. Her eyes watered. Her lungs burned. And soon she broke off from Derek in a fit of coughs. She stumbled and leaned against the bed for support, her large breasts knocking about from the convulsions.
Derek helped her take a seat back on the bed as she continued to cough up the smoke.
“Wha’ you doin’?” Lydia slurred as she fought against the coughs. She looked up at Derek. He was holding her in his arms. Her large breasts mashed up against the side of his chest.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted,” Derek paused a bit. “I wanted to kiss you.”
Lydia looked up at Derek. Her cheeks and nose were flush. Her coughing had stopped. “But you blew sch’moke in me,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” he said rather slowly. “It’s called a ‘shotgun.’”
Lydia looked up into Derek’s eyes. She felt like a little girl in his arms. “A schot’gun?”
“Yeah, it’s where two people share smoke together.”
Did he say share? Lydia smiled, “It’sh juss’ like a kis’sch.”
“It is a kiss.”
Lydia felt so warm and secure in his arms.
“You got a lot of smoke there,” Derek said as he started to play with her hair.
Lydia slowly closed her eyes as she enjoyed Derek’s touch.
“Don’t get weirded out if you start feeling high. This is some killer weed.”
Lydia opened her eyes and looked back up at him, “Huh?”
“Cuz I’m feeling it already!” he grinned.
Lydia was puzzled. She didn’t know what Derek was talking about. Was she high and didn’t know it? She sat up and swayed. She felt thick and dizzy, but she was sure that was from all the alcohol. The room seemed to be rotating a bit. Spinning, even. But she felt completely grounded. “I don’t s’ink so,” Lydia slurred. “I juss’ feel dizzy and clump, clumpsy.”
“Ohhh,” Derek said as he rolled his head backwards. “That’s some good shit.”
Lydia looked over at Derek puzzled. He eventually looked back.
“Trust me, you’d know if you were high,” he said slowly. “It’s a very distinctive feeling.”
Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but Lydia was now very curious. “What doe’sch it fe’el like?” she asked as she rubbed his chest.
Derek glanced down at her hand on his chest and then slowly up at her face. “The good shit makes you feel like you’re floating on air and then, at the same time, it totally wraps its hands around you when you least expect it and forces you to relax. Like hard. It’s awesome. You kind of veg out, even though it makes it harder to think.”
“Har’der to s’ink? Uh-oh.”
Derek laughed a bit, “No, don’t worry. It’s like in a good way. It feels great. If you’re a real smart and think all the time, you totally get overwhelmed by how it forces you to relax.” A sudden look of realization came over Derek. He grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes. “You know, you’re extremely smart,” he said slowly. “You could benefit from the relaxing effects.”
Lydia was lost in his eyes. Derek thought she was smart! No, extremely smart! She could feel herself blush.
A small smiled crept across Derek’s face. “It’s like taking a mental vacation for smart people. It’d be good for you.”
Good for me, Lydia’s thoughts echoed in her mind. How?
Excited, Derek set Lydia’s hand in her lap, reached across, and grabbed the cylinder. “Here,” he said as he handed it to her. “You need to try this. I think you’ll like it.”
Uh-oh. What had Lydia gotten herself into? Her drunken mind circled for a response. “Uh, I don’t s’ink sh’o,” she slurred. She didn’t want to do drugs. Drugs were bad. Everyone knew that.
“Go on, give it a try,”
Lydia’s drunken mind searched for an answer. “No, I bed’der not,” she said.
“Why not? You just had your first hit there when I kissed you,” he said smiling.
Lydia blushed again. The kiss was nice. But no, she shouldn’t start. It was bad enough she was feeling this drunk!
“Come on, why not? Let me guess – because it’s ‘bad’?”
“Uh,” Lydia said. She couldn’t think.
“Well it isn’t. In fact, it’s great. Don’t be so lame, Lydia. One hit won’t hurt you. In fact, I’m telling you, for a smart girl like you, it’ll do wonders. It’ll make you feel better. Anyway, we have to head downstairs to prom and I guarantee, it’ll make prom all the more fun and memorable. Seriously.”
Lydia gazed at Derek’s eyes. Lame? Smart girl? Make prom fun and memorable?
Derek had said so much that her drunken mind was reeling.
“Come on, you gotta give it one try,” he said.
And with that, Lydia’s drunken mind remembered her Daddy actually teaching her a similar lesson. And if her Daddy taught her it, she knew it was the right thing to do.
DADDY'S FOURTH LITTLE LIFE LESSON: "TRY EVERYTHING ONCE."
Ten years earlier, Lydia’s Dad sat at the kitchen table. Lydia sat with a frown on her face and her arms crossed. She was mad! She wasn’t going to eat her vegetables and no one was going to force her to! “Listen, you just got to try it Lydia,” Dad said patiently.
“No!” Lydia yelled for the eighteenth time.
Dad sighed. “Why won’t you eat the broccoli?”
“Cuz I hate it! I hate broccoli!”
“But how do you know?”
“I just know!” Lydia scowled. “If I eat it I’ll die.”
Lydia’s Dad laughed, “Come on. You’re not going to die. Listen, it’s a vegetable. It’s good for you. I want you to eat it.”
“No.”
“Lydia,” her Dad said showing signs of frustration. “Have you ever eaten broccoli before?”
“No.”
“Well, then how are you ever going to know if you hate it if you don’t try it?”
Lydia folded her arms and kept swinging her legs.
“Listen, I’ll make you a deal. If you try a piece of broccoli for Daddy and you don’t like it, then I’ll let you go and throw it away. How about that?”
Lydia looked up at her Dad. “If I don’t like it, you’ll let me go?”
“Yes, if you don’t like it, I’ll excuse you from the table. No questions asked. I just want you to try it.”
Lydia looked back at her plate. She wanted so badly to leave the table and watch TV. She was sick of having to be forced to eat food she didn’t like. Especially yucky broccoli.
“Just try it, you might like it,” Dad offered.
Lydia slowly picked up her fork and stabbed the broccoli piece on her plate.
“That a girl. Now just try a bite. If you don’t like it then you won’t have to eat it.”
Lydia slowly put the broccoli to her mouth. Slowly she began to chew the disgusting vegetable.
“That a girl!” Dad said proudly as he watched Lydia start chewing the broccoli. A smile soon enveloped on Lydia’s face mimicking her Dad’s pleasant surprise.
Lydia continued to eat and swallow it. Once swallowed, she raised her hands in joy and screamed with delight, “Okay, I’m done.” She set the rest of the broccoli on the plate. “No more for me.”
“Well, did you like it?”
“No.” Lydia said honestly. “It’s yucky.”
“But do you hate it?”
Lydia made a face. She had to think about it. “No,” she eventually said. “It’s yucky, but I don’t hate it.”
“Would you eat it again?”
“No!” Lydia said.
“Well, I’m proud of you. You did good. Now that you tried it, you understand it better. Listen, you always have to try everything once, Lydia. You never know if you’ll like something or hate it if you don’t!”
Lydia smiled at her Dad.
Her Dad smiled back.
“Can I go now?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Yay!” Lydia hopped off the chair and before she ran off stopped to kiss her Dad on the cheek.
“Thanks princess.”
Lydia gave her Dad a big smile before running off.
POT MAKES ME HORNY
“Come on, Lydia. Give it a try for me,” Derek said.
This was all too much! Here she was hanging with Derek of all people! The other girls at school would kill for this! Amy would kill for this! She gazed up at Derek’s wonderful eyes. How could she not try it? He was so cute! It was so hard to focus, but it didn’t matter. “O’kay, I’ll t’ry it,” she said with a drunken nod. “Juss to s’ee wha’ it’sch all ‘bout.”
“Great! You’re gonna love it!” Derek said with a big smile as he readied his bong. “Seriously Lydia, you’re so cool. I knew there was a reason why I asked you to prom.”
Lydia only could melt with those words.
She sat on facing Derek on the opposite bed. She beamed from the compliment. He thought she was cool! She sooooooo knew Derek liked her! It was so obvious. Not only in the fact that he was willing to teach her all these new wonderful things, but also, and most tellingly, how he looked at her when he explained things.
“Okay, look. You smoke it from this end,” Derek tried to explain to his drunken date. “You breathe as much as you can into your lungs, then hold it and when you can’t breath it any longer, you blow it out. That’s it. It’s easy. Are you ready to give it a try?”
Lydia was feeling incredibly good at the moment. No wonder Derek was so popular. Any girl who would be up to matching him drink for drink would be feeling the same wonderful way! And now here she was with his bong in her face! How weird was that?
“I don’ sch’moke, you know,” Lydia said embarrassingly. “So, I migh’ do it wrong. Don’ laugh.”
“Laugh?” Derek said looking into her eyes. “Why would I laugh? Listen, this is different from smoking like cigarettes. It’s easy. You’ll be fine. Here, watch me,” Derek said.
Lydia smiled drunkenly. Derek had know idea how easy it was for her to watch him! He was so cute! Everything he did was sexy! Even planting his face against a bong while sitting on the bed in a hotel room. Lydia watched as he made the water bubble. Then, without warning, he pulled the little thingy he lit from out of the bong and a huge plume of smoke entered his lungs.
Derek handed over the bong while holding the smoke in his lungs. “Here give it a try,” he said trying not to release the smoke.
Drunkenly, Lydia reached out and grabbed the large bong.
She looked at it. It was strange. And heavy. Holding it made her momentarily question what the hell she was doing. For an instant all of it seemed wrong. What was she doing getting so drunk with Derek? She barely knew him. Didn’t she promise her best friend Amy that she wouldn’t smoke pot? Hell, didn’t she promise she’d not even drink? Oops! Here they were drinking and now, about to smoke some pot and they had yet to even make it downstairs to prom!
Shit, prom. Did it already start?
Were they late to prom?
She didn’t know. She looked to find the clock, but turning her head made her realize how drunk she was. How much had she had to drink? The alcohol buzz was pleasantly distracting her. What time did prom even suppose to start? But then the next thing she knew, it didn’t matter. She was being attacked by Derek’s smoke! It was a strange, funky smelling smoke. She tried to wave it away, but it was no use. Derek had blown his hit all over her.
“Oh yeah,” he said recoiling from the hit he took. “C’mon Lydia, you’re gonna like this.”
Drunkenly, Lydia felt the bong float up to her mouth. Derek was giving it a gentle push up to her mouth. She thought about asking about prom, but then, imitating Derek, placed her mouth over the mouthpiece. “Like thish?” she asked. She had no idea what she was doing and it didn’t help that she was drunk! And yet, she knew Derek would show her the way.
“Yeah, just place your mouth over the hole there. What you’re going to want to do is put your finger right there over that hole for the time being. This will hold the smoke in.” Derek then reached over and pointed to the carb. “I’ll light it here and when I do, you have to suck it in. Once you suck, it’ll bubble. That’s because the smoke is going through the water and getting cleaned out. Then, once this chamber here is all filled, you can release your finger. See, by uncovering the hole, air goes in and then takes the smoke up into your lungs. You’ll be able to hold in more smoke because of your, well, you know, capacity.”
Lydia’s drunken brain was reeling from the amount of information Derek conveyed. She had to do what now? Why was this so complicated?
And why would she be able to inhale more smoke?
“Wait, now, I’m con’fussed,” Lydia slurred. “W’hen will I know when to schtop inhaling?”
Derek smiled. “You’ll just know. And trust me, you’ll be able to hold a lot.”
Lydia looked drunkenly confused at Derek.
“You know, cuz of the boobs again,” he laughed.
It took a while for Derek’s statement to sink into her drunken mind. When it did, she made a face. “God, schtop with the boob talk!” she said.
“I can’t help it,” Derek smiled mischievously. “Pot makes me horny.”
Lydia shook her head. Did he just say what she thought he said? It made her blush! As drunk as Lydia was, she raised her eyebrows.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that. Everyone knows pot makes people horny. It makes everyone horny.”
“Huh?” Lydia said puzzled. She had never heard that in all her years! Then again, it’s not like she would know.
Derek smiled mischievously, “It’s true. It makes me horny. Well, pot and – you.”
Again it took a few seconds for Derek’s sentence to sink in. When it did, Lydia couldn’t help but blush even brighter! Did he just say she made him horny? Oh my God! How weird! But cool! He was so into her!
Lydia tried to contain her blush. She looked back at Derek. He continued to stare and smile longingly at her! It only made her blush more! Embarrassed, Lydia quickly looked away.
“Here,” Derek said as he maneuvered the bong in front of her face. “Place you mouth here.”
Lydia didn’t dare look at him. She just did what he said. Derek watched as Lydia obediently placed her mouth down on the chamber. The bong ended up sitting comfortably between her massive cleavage. Derek guided her finger and placed it on the hole.
“Now start breathing in,” he said.
“Breathimin inmnm?” she mumbled.
“Stop talking, Lydia, and inhale,” he repeated.
Confused, Lydia obediently began sucking. Derek quickly lit the bowl and watched as the water bubbled and bubbled. “Okay, keep sucking. Keep sucking. Now - release your finger now,” Derek said.
Sure enough, Lydia obeyed and lifted her finger off. Smoke immediately entered through her mouth and shot down into her lungs.
“That a girl, Lydia,” Derek said fatherly.
It was too much! With a lungful of smoke, Lydia immediately backed away from the bong. Smoke billowed out everywhere. She did her best to hold it in, but eventually, she started coughing and spitting up marijuana smoke everywhere. She couldn’t stop. He made her inhale way too much!
“I’m – cough – sorry, “ Lydia tried to say in between her spasms.
Derek could only laugh at the novice. “Whoa, that’s okay. Don’t worry, that always happens the first time. You okay?”
Lydia finally stopped coughing. Lydia looked at Derek puzzled. She didn’t want to fail at this. “I tol’ you I don’ schmoke. I’m no goo’d at thish,” Lydia said sadly.
“What? You did great,” Derek said proudly. “But you are gonna have to do it again.”
Lydia looked down at the bong and coughed again. “I don’t s’ink I can sch’moke more,” she said.
“Oh come on, you can’t quit now. Don’t you want to get high with me?” he said as he gently stroked her hand. “I mean, don’t give up now. You’re nearly there.”
Lydia’s drunken mind was reeling. For some reason the words Derek spoke were so familiar. Derek’s touch felt so nice. She so wanted to please Derek. She looked back at the bong. There was more pot sitting in the bowl he had lit.
What would her Daddy want her to do?
DADDY'S FIFTH LITTLE LIFE LESSON: "ALWAYS FINISH WHAT YOU START."
A young and chubby Lydia stood in front of the kitchen pantry with a bag of cookies in her hand. Her Dad felt sorry for her. She had let herself go. She must have weighed 170 pounds. He thought it was just a phase; that she would grow out of it. But she didn’t seem to be. She only seemed to get fatter.
Lydia paused for a second with cookie in hand. She looked at her Dad knowingly.
Her Dad felt compelled to speak, “Lydia, you can do anything you want, but you know one of the most important things in life is to -,”
“Don’t,” Lydia said with a scowl across her chubby little face.
“- finish what you start.”
“Stop it!” Lydia yelled. “I told you to leave me alone!”
“Lydia, I’m just saying you started your diet and you’re looking good. Don’t eat those.”
Lydia gave her Dad a mean look, stomped on the ground, and threw the bag of cookies down at the floor. She hated when her Dad called her out! “I said leave me alone!”
“But Lydia,” her Dad tried to explain. “You told me to keep you on your diet. I’m just doing what you asked me to do. You’re doing so well, don’t give up on it now.”
“Arrrrr!” Lydia screamed. She ran out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into her room. Slamming the door, she threw herself onto her bed. She lay there crying, out of breath.
“Why me” was all she could think to ask herself.
After a few moments, she heard the door open. ”Princess?”
“Leave me alone!” she whined.
“Princess, come on now. You know this isn’t fair. You asked me to help you and I going to stick to my word.” Lydia turned away from the door and curled up in a ball. She knew what her Dad was going to say. She didn’t want to hear it.
“You’re doing so well. Seriously. How long have you been on this program now?”
Lydia lay there. Just go away, she thought.
“What two weeks?” he continued realizing she wasn’t going to answer.
Lydia felt her Dad sit down at the foot of the bed.
“Listen, everything takes time. You have to resist the urge to break the promise you made to yourself. You have to follow through, Lydia. You owe it to yourself. Don’t give up now. You’re nearly there. How much have you lost so far?”
Lydia sniffled.
“What? Three pounds?”
“Five,” Lydia immediately corrected him.
“Five? Really? Wow,” her Dad said surprised. “See there you go. You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you!” Lydia stifled some tears. “It’s just hard.” ”I know it is,” he replied. Lydia turned toward her Dad. “For some reason I just wanted some chocolate, that’s all.”
“And that’s understandable. But since you set your mind to it over two weeks ago and since you’ve already had such great progress, I really think you should stick it out and follow through, Lydia. Think of it – after a few more weeks you’ll have lost ten pounds, then fifteen, then twenty. You won’t be able to fit in those jeans anymore. And you’ll be healthier. It’ll be great. And it’ll all be because you had the determination and will power to finish the very thing you started.”
Lydia smiled through her tears.
“That a girl. It’s so much better to see you smiling.”
“Dad,” she said wiping the tears away. “Can you please stop buying cookies and throw those out.”
Her Dad smiled back embarrassed. “Oh my, yes. Of course. Look, I’ll toss those out now. From here on out our house will be cookie free, okay?”
“Thanks Daddy,” she said.
“Come on, give me a hug.”
Lydia sat up and hugged her Dad. He always came through for her.
HIATUS
Lydia held the marijuana smoke inside her as she gazed across at Derek. Ever since she lost all that weight her life had so dramatically changed. She learned to have patience and to always following through. Without perseverance, she would never have been here with Derek tonight.
And it was the same with smoking marijuana! Sure, it took a couple attempts, but now about four or five tokes into it, she had finally gotten the hang of it. The secret was not to inhale too much.
Lydia blew out the smoke. It was so cool to see it come out!
”Dude, there you go!” Derek laughed approvingly. “Now you got it! You’re totally smoking like a pro now!”
She smiled back at Derek who beamed with enthusiasm and approval. She was a pro! He said it himself! She couldn’t help but smile even more proudly with him smiling back at her. God, he looked so funny smiling at her! And yet, Derek thought she was so cool! It seemed funny that he was this excited over her smoking pot! Lydia couldn’t help but laugh aloud, billowing more and more smoke back into the room with each outburst.
She watched as Derek began fanning the smoke away with his arms. Although he was sitting directly across from her on the other bed, for some reason he appeared so far away. He continued to laugh and smile as he batted away Lydia’s smoke.
His funny movements for some reason made her think he looked like a monkey! A cute little pot monkey waving his arms around! She busted out laughing and the more she laughed the more he swung his arms in the air like a monkey. It was so incredibly funny! God he was hilarious! He could really make her laugh! Just one more great trait about such a great guy…………….
…………….“The guy I got this from calls this weed ‘hiatus’.”
“High’a’tus?” Lydia slurred.
“Yeah, like you smoke it and your brain goes on hiatus. Pretty cool, huh?”
Lydia smiled. What was he talking about? God, Derek was so cute! How did he get that way? Sure his hair was a little messy and needed some attention but the bed felt all right and it didn’t itch much and…………
………….“Dude you’re so stoned!” she heard Derek call out. She looked over at him. He was laughing and pointing at her in slow motion. Lydia couldn’t help but start laughing along with him. It was so funny whatever they were laughing at! Slowly she got a hold of herself and placed her mouth up against the chamber again and lit the wonderful hiatus…………….
…………“That was by far the biggest, most massive, hugest hit you took so far!” Derek said proudly.
Lydia watched as his face slowly emerged from the smoke she was exhaling. He seemed to get bigger as he approached. She continued to exhale and the smoke kept coming out. Where did it go that there was so much? Derek didn’t seem to mind and looked like he enjoyed Lydia’s smoke wafting over him. Derek’s face seemed distorted for some wonderful reason! And his smile was contagious.
“How do you feel, Lydia?” Derek’s face asked her almost from a distance.
Feeeeeeeel? God, where should she start? The whole night was so amazing. She never felt so good in her life. Lydia stared at him with a huge smile plastered across her face. It was as if his face alone could fill her with such happiness!
“Dude,” Derek’s gorgeous face said, “you’re so baked…………………….
…………………..Huh? All she could do was smile and laugh! Everything seemed so funny and weird and relaxing and peaceful and she felt like she wanted to talk but didn’t even know where to even begin! She had so much to say and yet all she could do was watch Derek take another hit from his big bong! God the smoke loved him! Almost as much as she loved him! Derek held the smoke in his lungs. God, how awesome would it be to be the smoke in his lungs? She would make him feel so wonderful! She’d float in weightless and cuddle near his heart………………….
………………….“Here, finish it up,” Derek said flicking the lighter to get her attention.
Finish it up. Finish it up. Finish it up. Of course! It was important to always finish what you started! And they had started it together. They were sharing it! Lydia looked at the chamber. There was still some pot sitting in it. Hi pot! I’m gonna make you come inside me cuz it makes no sense to waste it, she thought! Do you want to come inside? She drunkenly maneuvered the bong in an effort to see where to light it. Oh my, she was uncoordinated and it was so funny! And………………
…………Smoke filled the room…………
…………….Lydia coughed…………..and……………
…………Derek laughed and laughed. Lydia burst out laughing too. It was so funny……………………
…………….Derek got up and put away the bong. Bye bong! Lydia couldn’t help but stare at Derek’s cute little butt as he seemed to float off the bed and out of view……………….
…………..“Whoa,” Lydia managed to say out loud as it dawned on her drunken and inebriated brain. The potent mixture of alcohol and pot that was coursing through her system was too much! Within an instant it had shifted from fun and funny to complete and total relaxation! Lydia’s laughter was replaced by utter amazement at the drugged euphoria beginning to build. She realized then and there, all that pot she smoked was finally getting to her.
Lydia’s eyes felt so heavy. They sunk to half-mast as the drugs took delightful control of her senses. She felt her body being taken over. All she could do was sit and stare at the foot of the bed. She was at the drugs’ mercy.
Lydia’s mind went completely numb as her vision tunneled even further. “Wow,” was all she could think as it echoed across her empty brain. She never felt so relaxed! Her body felt so thick. And yet, at the same time, she felt a strange lightness bubbling in her legs. It was if something inside her uncorked. She started to feel as if she were floating above the ground, propelled by tiny streams of pleasurable bubbles, constantly effervescing, lifting her higher and higher!
She sat there zoned out of her mind, swaying drunkenly………
………….All she could do was enjoy the rush of bubbles. And enjoy it she did! She could “see” them rushing up within her. Soon the pleasurable streams got stronger and stronger. They were taking her away!
Oh no! She didn’t want to leave Derek behind! He had to come with!
“De’rick,” she tried to say, but all that came out was a whisper………………
……………..so many bubbles………….mmmm……..
……………….”Oh,” she heard a voice that sounded like her say out loud……………….mmmmm………
……………Huh? Lydia opened her eyes. She was looking up at the ceiling, floating above the bed. Wasn’t she sitting just a moment before? Now she was lying across the bed. The most comfortable bed in all the world! Soon she felt the stream of bubbles rise up her spine and into her chest. She couldn’t fight the wonderful feeling.
She didn’t want to.
The pleasurable bubbles quickly engulfed and filled her massive breasts, tingling, and teasing them. She could feel her nipples harden. They enjoyed it too. But they didn’t stop there. They were so greedy! The bubbles wanted complete control. They were heading for her neck and there was nothing she could do to stop it!
She felt her eyes cross and her eyelids grow ever more heavy as the intense bubbly feeling quickly engulfed her drunken brain. She felt a stupid smile creep across her face as the bubbles took charge. She was not herself! She was just a vessel for the bubbles and she was at their mercy. And she felt so good……..
…………Like a good little girl……..
.
………………..A bubble popped in her head - God, if only her Daddy could see her now! All his advice had paid off! She was so in love with Derek and she felt so wonderful! She was so fucked up and it was all because of Daddy! He was the best!
Another bubble popped - he had raised such a good little girl. A good little girl that felt so good! So goody-good-good!
“Goooooooood,” Lydia giggled lost in the euphoria.………………..
BATHROOM
...................”It's over there.............” said Derek with a huge spinning smile as he pointed to the bathroom.................sooooooooooooooo cute……………
..............“thankkkkkssssss” said a voice that sounded like Lydia's.
“Don’t be loooooooooooooooooong,” she heard him echo.
………………………floating and spinning……………………………………………………….
………bumped into the wall again and Lydia let out a huge laugh. How clumsy!
……………………….. God she was wasted! She was no longer just drunk, she was stoned out of her gourd as well. And that was such a pleasant, pleasant feeling....................always wanted to feel this way……………drugs were goooooooooood…………….
……try to walk straighter, the thought bubbled up. ……….
…………………………………………………………………………………….huh?………
………….Lydia found herself on the toilet. She was peeing and it felt so wonderful..................all that liquor..............or is it pot that makes you pee?...............does it matter? She felt like she was peeing out so many bubbles............... “I hope they allllll don't flushhhhh away,” she giggled because she liked the bubbly feeling!!!!!
……the tiles made such a wonderfully sounding pattern. The shapes turned and danced for Lydia. Wasn’t there a dance tonight? Or was she dancing now? She couldn’t remember and it didn’t matter as a bubble carried her question away………
............floating...........................................high……..
Lydia looked into the mirror. Her eyes were so red. So very bloodshot! Was that really her? She looked strange at first but then she reached out and she saw herself do the same. It all made her giggle and laugh……………..
…………She swayed stoned in the mirror lost in her reflection………………………………………….A big, fat thought bubbled up her: she was just a pair of boobs! Big, beautiful, bountiful boobs! Boobs! She watched as she reached up and squeezed her massive jugs crinkling her prom dress…………………………….
……………………………42……….triple D……………..and growing………
…………….she fell forward into the sink as she continued to massage her boobs………..they were so full of booze…..and pot! So much Derek pot smoke! Each massage released millions of tiny bubbles all over her body……..pleasurable bubbles……..
…………………………………………………………………..she could do this all night…….
……………….Should she let Derek do this all night? No, she couldn’t. Or could she? She was going to wait before she had sex. But it felt so good…………..
............................................................pot makes me horny.................horny.......................................horny.
“What are you doing?” Lydia heard voice say.
…………………….buzzing…………………Lydia opened her bloodshot and glazed over eyes and stared into the mirror.………………..
……………………………..On the other side of the mirror stood her friend Amy.......her bestest best friend!........She was standing in a prom dress…..one that looked a lot like Lydia’s! …………
..................... “I can’t believe you’re going out with Derek!” she heard Amy say. “He’s the quarterback of the football team. He’s like irresistible!”…….
Amy’s words were vaguely familiar. Was she as high as Lydia was? Lydia didn’t know…….or care.
“There’s no way I could control myself!” Amy said with a devilish grin as she reached down between her legs. Lydia felt herself do the same.
………………… “You’re boob’sch grew,” Lydia heard herself say. For some reason Amy’s boobs were as big as Lydia’s! That was weird……..................
………………. “I see you ended up getting drunk, just as I thought.” Amy said as she continued to rub between her legs.
Lydia nodded her floaty little head.
“And smoke pot,” she said as she bit her lip. Lydia could feel Amy’s clitoris starting to ignite. Or was that hers sending all those pleasurable waves throughout her drug-induced body? A thought bubbled up wondering if she should be rubbing herself in front of her best friend.
“I warned you about Derek, didn’t I?” she said as she continued to rub herself through her dress.
Lydia was feeling really good. And it wasn’t just the booze and pot. Amy was working her up, getting her even more horny.
“Do you think you’ll do it?” Amy asked again biting her lip.
..................................................................Lydia smiled a big, stoned smile…………
“I want to do him," Amy said continuing to rub herself. "You want to do him too?" she asked.
“Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Lydia finally slurred drunkenly.
“Yeeaaahhh,” Amy said with a big smile. She couldn’t take it any longer, she lifted up her skirt and reached down into her underwear. Lydia felt her clitoris react in joy.…………….
.
…………….. “Are you alright in there?” Lydia heard from somewhere behind her……………………………
…………alright? Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………………..she thought.
Was that Derek or Daddy?
DADDY'S SIXTH LITTLE LESSON: "ALWAYS LISTEN TO DADDY"
Lydia sat at the foot of her Daddy’s bed.
“You okay, dear?”
Lydia smiled stupidly at her Daddy.
“Did you have a nice time?”
“Mmmm-hmmmm,” Lydia said, swaying, her eyes half-mast.
“Did Derek have a good time?” he asked.
Lydia blushed. If only her Daddy knew! “Mmmm-hmmmm,” she said again, this time with a giggle.
Her Dad paused and turned towards her.
Lydia couldn’t help but continue to smile stupidly at her Daddy. God, he was wonderful!
“Honey, are you feeling all right?"
Lydia’s grin got even wider. She never felt better!
Her Dad walked up and stood over her. “Seriously, are you all right?” he asked.
Lydia just looked up with heavy, red eyes. Her Daddy was so awesome! And handsome too! She had never really made that connection before, but with him standing over her, it became so apparent.
He grabbed her chin with his hand and pulled her face up toward him. “Lydia, are you on drugs?” he asked looking into his eyes.
Drugs? Wait – what?
Oh no!
Lydia suddenly panicked.
Why the hell was she sitting on his bed? She looked around. My God, she thought.
“Lydia, I asked you a question.”
Lydia gazed up at her Daddy. She felt so heavy like she as if she was underwater. She was so wasted! And yet, his holding her chin up in his hand helped to keep her afloat – above the waves of bubbles. Oh God, if her Daddy knew how drunk and high she was she’d be killed for sure!
“Lydia.”
Lydia’s fear allowed her to temporarily break through the euphoric haze. “No, Da’ddy,” she managed to slur.
Her Daddy let go of her chin and raised his eyebrow.
Released from his grip, Lydia continued to shake her head. The bubbles were all over her! As confused and frightened as she was, they made shaking her head feel so weird and wonderful!
“No?” he asked.
Lydia sat there still shaking her head; a smile creeping over her face.
“No?” he asked louder.
Lydia sat there giggling. She was lost in her own world.
“Lydia!” her Dad said louder waking her from the pleasant bubbly experience. She looked back up at him with heavy, stoned red eyes.
“Are you on drugs?”
“No, Dad’dy. No dr’ugsch,” Lydia slurred.
He grabbed her chin again. Lydia tried to hold her eyes in focus as her Daddy checked her eyes. She was helpless in his hands. She didn’t know what to say! Why was she so high in front of Daddy?
“Lydia,” he said sternly. “I don’t believe you. I want some answers now.” He let go of her chin and put his arms to his side.
Oh no! He wasn’t buying it! He must somehow know she was stoned out of her mind!
“Remember what I said about telling the truth.”
She was so busted! She knew she needed to explain, but it was so hard to try and talk. She knew she would have to tell him the truth. After all, how could her Daddy be mad at her for feeling this good? She had to come clean. “I’mmm sh’orry Dad’dy, I’mm…juss mesh’ed up a l’il righ’ now.”
“Messed up? On what?” he asked.
Lydia opened her glassy eyes. His raised voice scared the bubbles within her. He sounded mad.
“Lydia, what are you on?”
“Nuth’in, I…juss drank sh’um al’khol, tha’ss all,” she slurred.
“Alcohol?”
“Yeah, juss a bit,” Lydia tried to lie. Na tha’t mush, I pro’misch. Lydia drunkenly waved her hand up at her side as if taking an oath.
“Drunk?” her Dad said raising his voice. “Do you expect me to believe that? Not the way you’re acting. Look at yourself - you’re a complete mess! You’re hair is all over the place, you’re slurring your words, and you’re swaying back and forth like the room is spinning,” he said as he grabbed her shoulders to hold her steady. “You’re completely bombed out of your skull young lady.” He released his hold on her and sure enough, Lydia fell backwards on the bed like a rag doll, her large breasts jiggling from the repercussions.
Oh no, she had failed her Daddy!
Lydia lay helpless on the bed. She knew she would have to continue to tell the truth. She was baked out of her skull! “I’m…sh’orry,” she said. “I…al’sho sch’moked sum pot,” she slurred.
“A la’ pot,” she repeated as a slight smile crept across her face.
Lydia gazed up at her Daddy standing above her. How could she explain? “D’on be mad, Daddy,” she said trying to reach out toward him. It was no use. She couldn’t move her arm. She was too stoned. It was too incredibly heavy to exert the energy to move it.
Her Daddy stood over her with an angry look on his face.
Lydia lay helpless in a panic. She didn’t mean to get so wasted! She didn’t mean to smoke all that pot! It was Derek’s fault! “I’m sh’orry Daddy,” she slurred. “I go’t sh’o ston’ed.”
Her Dad just looked at her.
“Is’h juss Der’ick was’h sh’o cute an’ I wan’ted him to like me. He s’inks I’m sch’mart…” Lydia slurred. The wonderful bubbles made it so difficult to talk, much yet think, yet Lydia tried her best to explain. “It juss hap’pen’d,” she stammered.
Her Dad continued to stand there.
Lydia looked up at her Daddy with heavy, unfocused eyes. “Plea’sh do’nt be mad…,” she slurred.
Her Dad stood motionless.
“I won’ do it a’gin.”
He asked sternly, “Are you sure you won’t do it again?”
He was giving her a second chance. She had to take it. “Ne’ffer a’gain,” she slurred. “I pro’misch.”
“Are you sure?” he asked again. “I need to know.”
Lydia was lost in a sea of pleasurable bubbles. She would never get stoned again.
“I mean,” he said as he bent down out of view as if to grab something. “Lydia, are you really, really sure you’ll never do it again?”
Lydia looked up with half-mast eyes at her Daddy. There her Daddy was, standing over her with a huge bong in his hands. He waved it in front of her.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Was he really sitting in front of her with a bong? Where did he get it? It looked like Derek’s.
“Here you go, princess. I packed it just for you,” he said.
Packed it for her? Her Daddy? Wait, what was going on?
Her Dad flicked the lighter and ignited the bud in the chamber. “Come on, princess,” he said soothingly. “Wait until you try this stuff. This stuff will take you to the stars.”
To the stars? That’s where Daddy always wanted her to go! And yet, Lydia lay there helplessly stoned. She was feeling too relaxed, too heavy. She’d never be able to get off the ground.
“Come on, Lydia. Take a hit,” he said slowly.
Lydia looked up at her Dad with bloodshot eyes.
“Go on, take a hit,” he repeated with a smile. “You’ve followed all my lessons so far.”
Lydia stared at her Dad. He was right. She did do everything he taught her.
“Come on, now,” he offered the bong to her. “Always listen to Daddy and do what he tells you. You know you want to smoke some more.”
My God, she thought. It finally dawned on her. Her Daddy was so proud of her! Here her Daddy always wanted her to be a good girl and now here he was wanting to make her feel even gooder! “No Dad’dy…I s’ink I’m t’oo f’ugged up…al’readeee.”
“Oh come on,” he said soothingly. “Listen, you can do anything you set your mind to. Don’t give up now.”
Lydia looked at her Daddy. He was smiling in a blurry sort of way.
“Come on,” he said as he helped his daughter by placing the end of the bong over her lips. “I’ll help you.”
Lydia felt her head lift and the bowl hit her lips. She couldn’t believe it. She was so drunk and stoned, and yet, here was Daddy helping her smoke another bowl like a good little girl. She had to have had the best Daddy in the world.
“Come on,” he said again with a slight smile. “Smoke some for Daddy.”
Lydia knew she had to do it. She had to listen to her Daddy.
“Here inhale,” he said softly as he flicked the lighter.
She tried her best to start inhaling.
“That a girl,” he said. “It’s catching. Breathe it in now.”
Lydia did as she was told and soon heard the familiar bubbling. Was it coming from her or was it coming from the bong? Everything was a blur.
“Come on, keep inhaling,” he instructed.
Lydia kept inhaling.
“Good girl,” she heard her Daddy say. “We’re almost there.”
She knew she was doing a good job. She was helping him fill the chamber completely with smoke. She knew she was making him proud.
“That a girl. Okay. Here we go,” he said as he lifted the bowl out. “Suck it in,” he said with a smile.
Instantly Lydia felt her lungs fill up with warm smoke. She could feel it disappear within her. It was going in deep. Lydia knew she had to hold it extra long for Daddy. She knew she couldn’t fail him. It was his smoke after all. She had to hold it in.
“That a girl. Fight it. Fight the urge to let it go. The longer the better,” her Daddy said as he continued to lift his daughter’s head above the bed.
She closed her heavy eyes and let the smoke continue to work its magic. She lay there helpless in his protective hand with eyes closed as she fought the urge to cough and release. She could feel her Daddy’s smoke creep from her lungs into her bloodstream. A rush of bubbles flooded her entire body as the smoke joined her. It was an intense rush.
“That a girl,” her Daddy said as he gently let her daughter’s head rest on the bed. “Let it take over.”
She felt her head physically hit the bed only momentarily before it blasted off and soared to the ceiling. Her Daddy’s smoke was so strong! Just like her Daddy! It seemed to waft in and all around her as she struggled to keep it captured within her. She could feel it completely taking control of her body and magnifying her high. She felt as if she was floating high above the bed. She could feel her heart pound. Each beat splashing the drunken bubbles around within her. Each euphoric wave blissfully washed over her and caressed her body from head to toe.
Oh my, she thought, Daddy’s smoke was getting her so incredibly high!
Finally it was too much to take. Lydia exhaled and the smoke poured out of her. It lofted up to the ceiling and pushed her back down onto the bed. As it exited it seemed to wave goodbye.
As if Lydia was leaving.
As if she was going to float away forever.
“That’s a good girl,” her Dad said proudly from far off in space.
Good girl. Good girl. Good girl.
“Now now now you’re you’re you’re really really really high high high, aren’t you princess princess princess?”
Really high…
Lydia could barely comprehend her surroundings, much less what her Dad was saying. She was completely lost in joyful ecstasy. Everything tingled – from the tips of her toes to the hair on her head. Her fat breasts rolled with pleasure, her nipples excited and hard. Her clitoris quivered and she felt wet with euphoric delight. She lay smiling at the wonderful stoned out universe she had entered. She never wanted to leave.
“That’s a good girl,” she heard from miles away. Her Daddy was so the best ever. He liked to make her feel good. And she felt oh so good.
Like a good girl.
And it was wonderful…
Her Daddy was the best.
RAG DOLL
……………."Lydia you’re so fucking beautiful beautiful beautiful,” she heard Derek echo from a million miles away.
Any yet, when she opened her eyes, there he was – straddled on top of her.
Naked.
Lydia could barely comprehend what was going on and yet she felt an overwhelming urge to moan out loud. She was so awash in pleasant bubbles!
She tried to focus and with the heaviest of eyes she made out Derek’s chest. Lydia smiled cross-eyed at Derek on top of her. He looked so wonderfully lean and strong. Soon he bent over and began kissing her neck. She loved it. It felt so right. Everything felt so right.………………………..
……………………………………………..…Ohhh…………. She was always going to wait to have sex but there was no way she could wait tonight………… the bubbles made her so incredibly horny. …………. she wanted so badly to cum. The bubbles wanted her to cum. And hopefully Derek wanted her to cum too……………
……………….Derek slowly kissed her way up to her mouth, the thought bubbled up that he must be as drunk and stoned as she was! He must be a slave to the same wasted, horny euphoric bubbles! Lydia smiled stupidly at the thought. Together the drugs were taking control of their bodies. Making them do something they didn’t want to do. And yet it felt so right……because everything felt so right………
……………………………………………………..She could nothing but lay helpless and enjoy the pleasurable ride…………
……………….her dry mouth felt so weird and yet it opened and allowed his tongue to explore. The horny bubbles were so intense it was as if they were already one. His tongue and hers fused together and danced. And it only made her feel hornier and hornier……hotter and hotter………drunker and drunker………and oh so high………………….
…………….like a rag doll at the mercy of the wonderful bubbles and his hands. She felt her dress slip off. She opened her eyes and watched it float up to the ceiling. Her dress was so high! Just like her! It actually made her giggle as she watched it float farther and farther away………….
………………the euphoria was intense………………………..
………………………………..Derek’s distorted cute little head floated into view. He was right up in her face. “You’re so beautiful,” he said with eyes half-mast and a big smile across his face. Lydia smiled stupidly back. He thought she was beautiful! The bubbles percolated and exploded in joy within her. She never felt so good. She tried to speak to tell him he was beautiful too, but all the bubbles made it impossible. She felt too good to speak.
And yet, she knew he knew………………………
…………..”Oh oh my my God God God,” she heard Derek say as she felt the tight constriction around her chest open up and fall away. “They’re so so huge huge huge huge!”
The word “huge” echoed in between the bubbles of her brain. He had released her big, drunken boobies………nipples instantly hardened as her large, overdeveloped mounds of breast flesh collapsed under their own weight to pancake and fall toward her armpits………….
……………………….His huge balloon head then disappeared from view. For a split second she wondered where he went and then she felt a warm feeling emanated from a chest. It was traveling in circles and then attacked her nipple. She slowly turned her head to try to make sense of the wonderful sensation only to see Derek’s head suckling her massive right breast.
“Oooooh,” she heard herself say out loud.
………………….….”Thank you Lydia,” her right breast said to her.
“Yes, thank you,” her left breast said in between gentle massages. “It feels even better with someone else,” it said.
“Yes, it’s so nice to be loved,” the fat right one smiled.
I know, she thought ………………………………………..
…………………….. She could feel her big beautiful breasts ripple and jiggle in pleasure to Derek’s touch. He was the first boy to ever see them! The first boy ever to pet and massage them! And the first boy to kiss them. With all those looks and stares she constantly got at school from everyone, her huge boobs finally loved getting some real attention!
Each kiss sent wonderful streams of bubbles from her nipples up to her brain. And that in turn only made the wonderfully horny feeling below stronger and stronger………………
…………………Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh……………………
……………Lydia lay there wonderfully trapped in a helpless euphoria as the warm, suckling feeling slowly descended from her massive breasts down past her stomach............................
…………………………Uh oh, she thought as she floated between the wonderful bubbles. I think I know what’s next! She could feel both breasts smile, jiggle, and nod in unison. They wanted him to go there too……………….
……………..And then, just like that, Lydia was soon overtaken by the most intense wave of pleasure. It shot out from her floating lower region and rang across her body………………….
…………..“OOOOooooohhhhhhhh,” she heard herself cry in ecstasy from a distance……………..
DADDY'S SEVENTH LITTLE LIFE LESSON: “PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT.”
Lydia lay helpless on the bed a slave to the intense waves of pleasure ravaging her body.
She was so utterly wasted that her drugged state only intensified each wave of sexual energy emanating from below. She was one giant wave of intoxicated bliss. How she had gotten to this point was beyond her. She was barely thinking. All she could do was lie there and enjoy the pleasure.
And it felt amazing.
Better still, Derek continued to pound into her. The pleasure was building and building with each second. Each thrust drove her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. An ecstasy she had never felt before.
“Hi princess,” a familiar voice echoed beside her.
As wasted as she was, Lydia felt a tinge of panic. She slowly rolled her bubbling head and opened her heavy eyes. It was her Dad and he was kneeling next to the bed!
My God! Her Dad was watching her get fucked!
Lydia’s brain could barely comprehend the image. She looked back up at Derek in a panic. For some reason Derek was oblivious to Lydia’s Dad. He simply continued to ram her without care.
And it continued to feel amazing.
“Ohhhhh…,” she heard herself moan as she feel deeper into drugged pleasure once again..
Wait. Oh God, what was happening? Lydia had to fight the feeling. She felt herself mentally climb back down. Wasn’t her Daddy here? She focused for a brief second and managed to turn her face again to the side. Her Dad continued to smile.
This was wrong! What was her Daddy doing here? Wasn’t he at home? She was so busted! He was going to ground her for sure! Hell, she was sure he was going to beat the shit out of Derek for fucking his daughter. So many negative thoughts appeared in her brain only to be carted off and soothed by the drunken marijuana bubbles. Maybe he just wanted her to smoke more of his strong pot? No, she couldn’t possibly. She was so in the middle of something. Finally she heard her slurred and drunken voice ask. It was punctuated by each pleasurable thrust, “Dad’deee? Uh…wh’at …uh…a’re…uh… y’ou….uh…..do’ing…..uh…..he’re?”
Her Dad smiled, “Don’t worry, princess. I’m just making sure you’re okay.”
What did he say? Part of Lydia wanted to answer but most of her was lost in pleasure, distracted by the bubbles and powerful orgasm that was starting to take hold. Her eyes drooped in pleasure and she managed to again look back up at Derek. He continued to thrust into her like an animal. There was no stopping him. And her body didn’t blame him. She wanted more! And yet, she could hear a part of her mind say, “No, please stop. My Daddy’s watching me.”
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” her Dad asked curiously.
Lydia’s mind couldn’t comprehend what was going on. She lay there stoned and helpless with her legs spread and her large breasts rippling with each thrust. Her orgasm was building. Wait, why was her Daddy here watching?
“D’ad…uh… I’m….uh….. b’usy,” she said trying to shoo him away. Unfortunately, a wave of pleasure erupted from deep within her clitoris. Oh no, not now, she thought. And yet, she heard herself bellow aloud, “Ooohhhhhhh!”
“There you go, now you’re getting into it,” her Dad said.
Lydia opened her eyes and looked over at the bedside where her Dad was kneeling. An overwhelming desire of embarrassment washed over her. She needed to get her Dad out of the room! Before she came! As drunkenly stoned as she was, she couldn’t bear to have her Dad watching her get fucked. And yet, another wave of pleasure erupted, distracting her from the task at hand. God, Derek was good! “Oooooohhh,” Lydia moaned again.
“That’s my girl,” she heard her Dad say.
The thrusting got faster; the pleasure more and more intense aided by all the alcohol she had consumed and pot she had smoked. Lydia managed to look back over at her Dad kneeling at her bedside. “Dad…uh….’dy….uh….plea’s’sh,” she slurred. “I’m….uh…in the…..oh….. mid’dle….uh…shum’thin.”
“Princess, it’s okay. I know. You’re doing good,” she heard him say. “Be in the moment.”
No, that’s not what she wanted her Daddy to say! She yelled out “No!” and yet, when her ears heard it, it sounded like she had screamed, “OOOohhhh” again as another wave of pleasure erupted within her.
“You’re almost there,” he said, coaching her along. “Relax and let yourself go.”
“Dad’dy!” Lydia screamed. Shut up! Stop talking and watching me, she thought. But with each wave of pleasure, she found herself unable to voice anything out loud. Derek was pounding her into a stoned ecstasy. Her body could only concentrate on the orgasm that was beginning to peak. “Ooh…uh…..God…” she moaned. She had to fight it! She couldn’t let herself go in front of her Daddy! And yet, knowing her Daddy was watching only made the pleasure all the more intense!
“It’s okay, Lydia,” she heard him say. “Enjoy it.”
No she couldn’t! She had to fight it!
“Let it take over, baby.”
No! Not in front of Daddy! No! Lydia tried in vain to fight the pleasure, but it was too much for her to take. She was too powerless, and much too drunk and stoned to resist. It was useless.
“Cum…”
A tidal wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over her nimble body. . “OOOOoooooooohhhhhhhhhh, Da’d’dy!” she said moaned as the orgasm exploded within her. She felt her nipples harden, her clitoris ignite, and her eyes roll back into her head. It was too much to bear and she lay there helpless to the waves of pleasure that rocked her body. The orgasm Derek had worked her up to was in total control. She shot for the stars and found herself floating high above space, a ball of complete pleasure.
At that moment she was no longer Lydia. She was no longer Daddy’s little girl. She was no longer human. She was only pleasure. Pure pleasure and a single memory…
Lydia looked up into her Daddy’s eyes and beamed with confidence. If her Daddy said it, she could do anything! “I’m going to fly to the stars, Daddy,” Lydia said determinedly as she stood up from underneath his arms and pretended to fly up to the sky. “I’m an astronaut! Yay! Up, up, and away!” she squealed as she ran about the hill making rocket noises and flying across the galaxy. “Look I’m flying to the stars, Daddy! I’m flying to the stars!”
“That a girl,” her Dad said.
Then, after a many blissful seconds of weightlessness, Lydia reemerged and floated gently back down on top of the bed, still reeling from the aftershocks. She regained control of her body, as much control as she could in the drugged and intoxicated state it was in, and rolled her head to the side towards her Daddy. She slowly opened her half-mast eyes. He knelt there with a proud, fatherly smile. She felt herself smile.
“Tha’nk’sch, Dad’dy,” she slurred. She was so tired and yet felt so peaceful and content.
“That was good, wasn’t it?” he asked.
Lydia gazed drunkenly at her Daddy. He was simply a blur. Lydia felt herself smile and giggle. “Yeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhhh,” she slurred. God, she was high.
“It only gets better, princess,” he said. “You can feel like that all the time.”
Lydia looked dumbfounded at her Daddy.
“Don’t you want to be like that all the time?”
Lydia smiled and giggle again like a little girl. Of course she did. She wanted to feel like this forever.
“Well, there’s one last little lesson I never did tell you.”
Lydia looked up, eyes half-mast, stoned out of her mind, and body still numb from the orgasm.
Lydia’s Dad smiled at his baked daughter. “Yep, if you want to be like that all the time, all it takes is practice,” he said.
“Prac’tisch?” Lydia mumbled as she closed her eyes in pleasure. The drunken bubbles continued to swirl within her as if still reeling from the orgasm. She felt so wonderful.
“That’s right, princess. Practice makes perfect. If you want to get really good at something, you got to keep doing it over and over.”
The drunken bubbles percolated in joy. They knew her Daddy was right! Lydia turned her drunken head toward him with a sly smile.
Her Dad smiled back.
Her Daddy was always there for her.
Teaching her.
Guiding her.
Helping her get high and reach the stars
He loved her and knew everything.
And, he was always there to teach her life’s little lessons.
EPILOGUE
Downstairs in the ballroom of the hotel, the prom was very much in full swing. The formal dinner was over with the desserts sitting half eaten on the table. The band returned from their break and within moments the party goers were back dancing, singing, and laughing. The music was exciting and everyone was loosening up. The guys who were decked out in their formal tuxedos, finally undid their ties. The girls, dressed in beautiful dresses, left their shawls and purses on their chairs to dance.
But many flights above the ballroom, laying on the floor, sat one beautiful black dress that never made it to prom. Instead it lay next to a bed near two matching high heels, some panties, and a large bra. Like the girl they belonged to, they would never see prom.
Their owner was too drunk and stoned to bother with prom. She was enjoying getting rammed from behind. All thoughts of prom were long gone as she knelt on all fours with her ass end high in the air and a look of extreme pleasure slapped across her face. Her large pendulous breasts swung drunkenly in rhythm. “Oooooooooooh,” she moaned as each thrust sent her closer and closer to an another intense, drug-magnified climax.
“Praaaac’tish,” she moaned.
Lydia was enjoying a whole different prom of her own. Derek and his drugs sure knew how to treat a girl. She could care less as to where she was or what was going on in the ballroom below. All she knew was she needed more practice and she was getting it. She was about to cum once again and it felt so mind-numbingly incredible! It was the most perfect prom ever!
Derek was ramming her into another drugged orgasm. It was building and building! And there was no stopping the wonderful feeling!
“OOOOOooooh,” she slurred as yet another orgasm wave engulfed her being.
As her clitoris continued to buzz and grow with joy, she lost all sense of being once again. She was no longer the body with huge breasts swinging and slapping against one another. She was nothing but pure bliss. One happily, horny drunken wave of stoned euphoria flying through the stars once again.
And it was the most perfect prom ever.
And although it was a prom she would never remember, Lydia would never forget the seven little life lessons her Daddy taught her that made her feel so incredibly good.
The End.
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