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 Title: I Had No Idea


Summary: It was amazing..


Keywords: fic,inc





   Before getting married, I had always put it off, quite honestly, because
I had seen friends who were married getting frustrated, had heard the
stories, and I didn't want to go down that road.

   I loved sex.  I liked dating different girls.  I enjoyed the freedom
that my life gave me.  And quite honestly, I really did not want
restrictions.  I especially did not want to wind up with someone who turned
out lame, boring, uneventful, and who stopped wanting to have sex.

   Unfortunately, that's just what I did.

   When I married my wife, she had a daughter, Shannon, who was almost six
years old.  My step-daughter was a great kid.  Friendly, outgoing, blunt,
not afraid to speak her mind, and always funny.  And then, two years later,
my daughter Amanda came along.  Things at home were great for the longest
time.  My wife and I got along well, we never had a fight, never disagreed
on things, and always seemed to make it work.

   What I did notice however, was about two years after my daughter was
born, sex, that had been happening four to five times a week, had dropped
off to (if I was lucky) once a week.  And then it turned out it wasn't
happening more than a couple times a month.

   I first suspected she was possibly cheating on me, thus the lack of
interest, but I actually found nothing.  The fact was, having put on
weight, having gotten older and slowing down, she'd just simply lost
interest in sex, which did nothing to help our marriage.  In fact, it made
it more difficult to get along.

   By this time my step-daughter was sixteen.  She had a handful of best
friends, who she would bring over to the house on a regular occasions. 
Working overnights, my wife was almost never home when we'd have our
hang-out sessions, our movie nights, ordering pizza, junk food, and staying
up until three in the morning.  Most times my daughter was there with us,
hanging out, having fun, but crashing earlier (age difference, she could
never make it late mornings), and I'd find myself in the living room with a
bunch of cute teenage girls joking, laughing and at times, getting dirty.

   I cannot tell you how many times my dick would get hard, sitting in the
recliner, hidden by a blanket, watching my step-daughter's friends, staring
at their maturing bodies, getting horny, and desperately wishing I had the
guts to either come onto one, or hoping they would flirt with me, and it
would lead somewhere.

   That all changed one night when Miranda spent the night.

   As always, she was funny, cute, friendly, outgoing, and her and my
step-daughter hit it off famously.  They always hung out, got along better
than my step-daughter did with her other friends and at times, my wife even
made suggestions (considering we never saw my step-daughter date or even
hang out with guys more than on a rare occasion) that there was "something"
going on between them.  I never said a word, but in truth, I thought if
that was possible, it would be extremely hot, dirty, and sexually taboo.

   One night when Miranda was spending the night, the girls were talking
and joking, so I made an off-hand comment about it.  Much to my shock and
surprise, my step-daughter Shannon looked at me, and said, "Why would that
be a big deal?  Maybe if that was what I was into, that's what I'd want to
do.  I didn't think you'd judge?"

   I just smiled and said, "I don't judge.  I'm repeating what your mom
said.  That's all."

   Shannon just smirked and said, "Well, she should stop being so fucking
lame.  She's just boring as hell.  Probably why you're frustrated because
you don't get any ass."

   I just looked at her and laughed.

   "Jesus Shannon.  Nothing like being blunt."

   She just laughed back and said, "Well, you aren't denying it.  I know
she doesn't put out.  She's a prude ass, and I can't imagine how you'd go
through it with her anyhow."

   I just laughed again, and said, "Well, it's not like I have any other
options you know?"

   Shannon just shrugged, and said, "You could get a girlfriend.  Or a
chick on the side."

   I was stunned.  To have her suggest I should be doing other stuff behind
her mom's back, well, I never really had discussed it with her, nor had
considered it.  I just shrugged it off, we resumed our fun chat, and then
that night the girls said they were going to bed.

   About 1:30 in the morning, I was downstairs watching a movie.  Miranda
came down, saying she wanted to get a drink out of the kitchen.  I could
not help but stare at her little ass walking across the living room,
through the dining room, and imagine her walking into the kitchen.

   She was gone a bit, and then coming back in, sat down on the love seat.
I was chilling on the couch, watching a movie.  Looking at me, she asked
what I was watching.  We got into talking about the movie, and then out of
the blue, Miranda shocked me with a question I was not expecting.

   "Was that true about what Shannon said?"

   I looked at her and, with a questioning look on my face, said, "What did
she say?"

   Miranda looked at me and said, "About you and the missus.  You know, not
doing it."

   I just looked at her, feeling my face growing red, and my dick getting
hard under the blanket I had over my lap.  I just shrugged and said, "Well,
you know, shit happens after you've been married awhile."

   Miranda looked at me and said, "You don't have to let it be that way you
know.  You're a cool dude, and if she's going to be lame like that, well,
maybe you should do what Shannon said."

   I just looked at Miranda and said to her, "It's not that easy.  Too much
to lose.  Too many issues.  Too many problems.  And I don't want to go down
that road, having people label me a cheater, a liar, and all that shit."

   Miranda looked at me and didn't say anything for a second.  So I just
looked at her and said, "What?"

   Much to my shock, she said, "Well, what if you found someone that
wouldn't say something about it?  Just wanted to have fun, and be around
you if you'd hang out with them and make them happy?"

   I looked at her, and joking, said, "Sounds like something you're looking
for huh?"

   Much to my amazement she looked at me, smiled and said, "Yes.  Actually
it is."

   I just sat there looking at her.  I couldn't speak for a second.  And
finally said, "But, well, uh, you're sixteen.  And it's not like we could
hang out in public and date and all that you know.  It just well, it
wouldn't work."

   Miranda looked at me, laughed and said, "I come over here so much
anyhow, it'd be like hanging out with you anyhow.  No real difference," to
which I couldn't disagree.

   I looked at her, and said, "Even though I'm like almost forty.  And
you're sixteen?  You wanna like hang out or whatever you want to call it?"

   Miranda looked at me and said, "Well, most people hang out.  They might
get away and go see a movie.  Go to dinner.  Stuff like that.  Ever think
about that?"

   I looked at her and said, "Well yeah.  Shannon's mom and I rarely go out
and do stuff anymore.  Just like you said.  It's beyond that, and more than
just that."

   I finally looked at Shannon, and said, "Well, what about the rest of it?
You know what people typically do if they are involved?"

   She looked at me, her face red, blushing, and embarrassed.  And didn't
say anything.

   "What?" I asked.

   "I'd actually like to start with that before anything else happens."

   I looked at her again, unsure of what she was referring to, and said,
"Start with what?"

   Miranda looked at me, staring into my eyes, and said, "I'm a virgin Mr.
D.  I want you to be my first."


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