"So who would like to give the blessing?" Helen Morgan asked, looking at her husband for him to do the duty.
It was near sunset and the whole Morgan family - Helen, Frank, and Heather - were holding hands around the dinner table, each one on their own side of it. Heather's best friend Simone had been invited to join them. She was holding hands too and sitting directly across from Heather.
But to everyone's surprise, Heather said cheerfully, "Oh, I'll do it! Please! Can I?" Frank, Helen, and even Simone looked at Heather like she'd just grown an extra head.
But seeing no opposition to her suggestion, Heather bowed her head and began praying. "Dear Lord. Thank you so much for EVERYTHING you've given us this WONDERFUL year! Thank you for the good times, good friends, and well, good friends! Really GOOD friends!" She giggled. Then she sighed, practically moaning with lust as she thought back to some of her better recent memories, all
Alan-related. "Aaaah. Good times."
She pulled herself together somewhat and continued, "Bless us and keep us, and please make sure the upcoming year is as good as the last one." Suddenly she got especially emotional. "Oh, if only it could be! And maybe even BETTER than this last one! Who knows just all the WONDERFUL things that might happen?" Then, just as suddenly, she calmed down ended her prayer with a very pro forma and quickly mumbled, "And thank you for this food and all the rest, and good luck with whatever it is you do up there in the sky, yada yada yada. The end." Then she remembered prayers don't end that way. "Oh! Amen."
She let go of the hands she was holding and smiled benevolently as she looked around the room. "What?" she complained testily, because now it looked as though the others thought she'd grown a third head.
Helen ignored Heather's question. She gave Simone a fake smile and said to her, "Thank you so much for agreeing to share our Thanksgiving meal with us, and on such short notice, too."
Simone replied, "It's my pleasure. I've never had two Thanksgiving meals in one day before, but hey, two is better than one. Plus, I can always eat a little more of your fantastic cooking, Mrs. Morgan, and I know you guys always have a lot of Ben and Jerry's ice cream." She chuckled mirthfully.
However, Frank and Helen were dead serious and didn't laugh along.
Simone wasn't used to her jokes getting such a poor reaction, so she leaned forward and said conspiratorially, as if she didn't want Heather to hear, "Just between you and me, the only reason I've been friends with Heather all these years and come over so often is because I know you've always got lots of ice cream." She winked.
But that joke was met with silence too. Helen looked at Frank for confirmation about something, and he nodded back at her.
Helen cleared her throat and said, "That's nice, Simone, but the real reason I've asked you over doesn't have much to do with Thanksgiving or cooking. Since you're Heather's best friend, we thought you should be here when we brought it out in the open and, frankly, we're hoping you'll be able to help. We're completely lost at sea about this."
The room was dead silent now. Heather asked, "Okay, Mom, Dad, you're freaking me out. What are you talking about?"
Helen gathered up her courage and stared into Heather's eyes. "The drugs. We know about the drugs."
"Drugs?! What drugs?" She looked at Simone, genuinely bewildered. "Do you know what they're talking about?"
Frank, a big, burly man, said in his booming voice, "Don't try to hide it, Princess. We know, but it's okay. We're not here to judge you. We're here to help."
Heather was starting to gather that they thought she was using illegal drugs. In truth, she actually had used some illegal drugs from time to time, mostly pot. But she'd never gotten into drugs very much, and she'd avoided hard drugs altogether, because she liked to be in complete control and she worried about the effects they could have on her body. But more importantly, recently she'd been on such a euphoric high from her sexual pleasures with Alan that she didn't need or want any artificial stimulation. It was especially ironic for this to come up now, because she hadn't taken anything illegal for
weeks. Even when she had, she'd never brought anything into the house, as she knew her mother could be a bit of a snoop.
So she felt she was on solid ground when she protested, "Don't tell me you think that I'M on drugs! Is that what this is all about?"
Helen said, "Heather, there's no use in denying it. We've seen you acting strangely lately, but today just takes the cake. That's why we invited Simone over here right away, because we don't know what to do. You've been acting funny, and even walking around funny, like you're drunk. And then you go and give the blessing just now!"
"And what's wrong with that?" Heather complained. "Wasn't that a nice gesture?"
"You're not even religious!" Frank practically yelled in exasperation. "You've never said a prayer in your life! And then you carry on with such a blissed-out expression that it's embarrassing. If you're not high as a kite right now, then I'm a monkey's uncle!"
Simultaneously, both Heather and Simone caught on to what was happening. They looked at each other and started laughing uproariously.
Helen looked at Frank and clutched his hand with worry across the table. "Oh no! It looks like Simone is high too! And I thought she was such a good kid."
That just made the two girls laugh even harder. Finally Simone managed to calm down. She held a hand up until she could wipe the lingering grin off her face completely, and then said, "Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, I'm sorry for laughing, but there's been a big misunderstanding. Heather IS high. But it's not on drugs; she's high on love."
Before her parents could react to that, Heather exploded. "WHAT?! I am NOT! That's a LIE!" She leaned forward towards Simone in an aggressive pose. It looked like she wanted to reach across the table and strangle her friend.
Simone proceeded calmly, "Oh yes she is. But if she objects to the word 'love,' let's just say that she's found a new guy and that he's made her very happy."
"Well... all right." Heather sat back in her chair but crossed her arms. She was still huffy. "I can live with that description, I guess."
Frank and Helen looked at each other with hope, but they still couldn't believe this latest turn of events.
Helen said, "Wait a minute. Heather, you're telling me that you're acting this way because of a CRUSH?!"
"Well, yeah, I guess you could put it that way," she admitted. She didn't like saying that because it felt to her that any such admission was a sign of weakness.
Frank said, "What a relief! If it's true, that is. But why today, of all days, are you acting so, well, blissful? I mean, this sounds a bit odd, but you've been, well... positively nice! I mean, it's not that you're not a lovely person, my little Princess, but normally you have, er, a rather gruff exterior."
Heather was squirming about in her chair, both in embarrassment and because of the real reason that she was acting so strangely: because of all the sexual antics that had taken place since Simone had come over earlier that afternoon, then blindfolded her and tied her spread-eagled to her bed, then fucked her nearly senseless for over two hours.
In the hours since Simone had repeatedly filled her ass with a large dildo, Heather had been walking on air. She'd even offered to help Helen with the cooking, which nearly caused her mother to have a heart attack, since Heather never helped with anything but just expected to be served. Heather felt a particularly delightful sense of perversion in secretly wearing such a huge dildo around her parents, so she'd actually sought them out after Simone left, instead of trying to avoid them as much as possible like she usually did. Even now, she was feeling a constant high, not only from the sensation of anal fullness, but from the naughtiness of massaging her Bitch Trainer dildo with her internal muscles right in the middle of the big Thanksgiving meal.
Heather explained, "Er, you see, the reason I'm feeling so 'up' today is that I saw him earlier." Up my ass, that is! she thought gleefully.
"Who?" asked Helen.
"Um, his name is Alan."
"You've never mentioned him before," her mother complained. "Besides, how could you have seen him today? You never left the house once."
Still squirming, which brought her right to the edge of climax, Heather admitted, "Er, uh, actually, he came over here briefly this morning to say hi."
"Well I certainly didn't see anybody," Frank complained. "And I was here most of the time. Besides, if you're so moony over this kid, why haven't you ever introduced him to me?"
"He was just here really briefly..." Now that the situation was calming down and the drug brouhaha seemed to be over, Heather was grinning stupidly from ear to ear again, thanks to the delicious feeling of fullness in her ass. She couldn't get enough of it.
Something clicked for Helen when she remembered seeing an unknown boy leaving the house earlier in the day, sneaking out through the backyard. Suddenly it all made sense. She realized that she and Frank had been way off base with their drug suspicions. She stood up and said, "You're right, Simone. This is just one big SNAFU. Sorry. Frank, can I see you in the kitchen?"
In the kitchen, she said to her husband, "It's okay, Frank dear. She's not on drugs after all. Trust me on this. I happened to see a boy sneaking out of her room this morning. All of the pieces are falling into place. Our daughter is finally in love!"
Frank had mixed emotions about that, because he was a possessive father. "That's good... about the drugs, I mean. Definitely a huge relief there. But who's this punk who's taking liberties with my daughter in my own house?!"
"Calm down, Frank. Just be happy for her. Times are different now. Kids have sex all the time. Don't do anything to scare him off. This is the first time I've seen our Princess like this. Look how happy she is, so don't ruin it, okay?"
"Okay," he agreed, gruffly. "I'll try. But just who is this little snot who's sneaking around my house like a common criminal?"
"Why don't we go back in there and find out? And be good. You promised."
By the time the parents came back, Heather and Simone had started eating. The parents joined in eating too. For a minute or two, nobody spoke and just enjoyed the meal.
Then Heather said, "Satisfied? Mom? Dad? I can't believe you two thought I was on drugs. Sheesh! Talk about lack of trust!" She really rubbed it in, even though she had been using some drugs until recently. She'd always believed the best defense was a good offense.
"I'm sorry," Helen said, "it's like Simone said, it was all just a big misunderstanding." Then she got all excited and gossipy and scooted her chair forward. "But forget about that and tell me all about him!"
"Who?" Heather asked as she chewed another bite of food. "This Alan boy! Is he nice? Handsome?"
"Oh, he's just some guy. Can you pass the cranberry sauce?" Heather asked, trying to get off the subject of Alan.
Simone passed the cranberry sauce and explained, "Heather's just being modest. I've met him, and Alan's not just 'some guy'. In fact, he's very extraordinary, isn't he?"
Heather said flippantly while still eating, "Yeah, I guess." "You guess?" Frank asked, feeling confused.
"Whatever," Heather replied, obviously in deep self-denial. She didn't even bother to look up. "It's not like I care."
Heather didn't want to mention anything about Alan to her parents, in part because she was uncomfortable dealing with any emotion resembling love, in part because she tried to hide almost anything about her personal life from her parents as a matter of habit, and in part because she was very uneasy about the status of her relationship with Alan. She knew he certainly wasn't her boyfriend in any sense of the word.
She grumbled in her own mind as she stared down into her plate of turkey, What do they want from me? What, am I supposed to tell them that he's my Sir and I'm his Bitchslut? I can just picture my mom's face as I say, "No Mom, he's not my boyfriend per se, but he does use me as a convenient cum dump during lunch sometimes. Yep, a classic fuck and run. But all I can do is beg that he'll do it again 'cos it feels so damn good. And he IS my Inner Bitch Tamer - he owns my ass and helps train it by shoving wonderfully large objects into it, like the one I'm stuffed with right now. So I suppose that's some kind of a relationship, isn't it?" How ridiculous would that sound?
She sighed quietly.
Simone tried to smooth over the situation. "Look, Heather's just feeling a little shy about the whole situation. However, I can assure you that Alan is a very nice guy."
Helen asked her daughter quietly and tenderly, "Is that true? That he's nice?"
"HA!" That startled everybody, until Heather continued, "Nice doesn't even start to cover it. He's good and kind and knows just how to treat a lady." With no sense of irony, Heather smiled as she pictured Alan's dick thrusting deeper and deeper into her mouth as he called her a "sperm-sucking Bitchslut trailer-park-trash scum cum-dump!" She
sighed in fond remembrance of such happy times. She could almost taste his cum on her tongue, but that just made her sad that it wasn't actually there.
Frank asked, "Well, is he smart? Does he have good prospects?"
"Smart? Smart?!" Heather looked up and barked at her father with strong emotion, "He's just about the smartest boy in the whole school, that's all! And he's rich! And handsome! And funny! And going places!" She stared the others down defiantly, as if challenging them to contradict her.
Simone said, "It's true. He's all that. Like I said, I know him too, and he's a great guy all around. And no offense, Heather, but he's totally different from all the other guys Heather has ever been interested in or involved with before. He's not just some, well, to be blunt, meathead hunk."
Frank's face lit up. "I'll say that's the best news I've heard all year! Isn't that great, Princess? Congratulations. When do I get to meet the new beau?"
But Helen noticed Heather's uneasiness and asked, "What's the problem, Princess?"
Heather stared intensely at her plate of food, and then suddenly stood up. "He's good. He's too good!" She ran out of the room and up the stairs to her bedroom (or at least she tried to run as much as the giant dildo in her ass would permit).
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