Teach Me, Daddy

Chapter 22

Do you ever just wake up to the most amazing sense that your day was going to be absolutely amazing? Like today was destined to be a day that was going to treat you with nothing of the malicious sort. That feeling where you just feel in your gut that nothing was going to be able to stress you out? Well, today was not that day for me.

I woke up to a feeling of extreme wetness in my underwear. I continued to lay down thinking that I was just really horny this morning but then I felt something gush out of me, I jumped up and ran to the restroom. To my dismay, instead of white relief, there was only red terror. I felt myself start to cramp. I hated that I never cramped until I realized that I had started my period. I was probably the only girl in the world that this happened to. It made me feel like a phony.

I sighed and leaned over into the shower and turned on the hot water as I sat on the toilet waiting for it to warm up so I wouldn't stand up and bleed out on the floor. When steam started to fill the mediocre sized restroom I stood up and stepped out of my underwear. I removed the shirt that I had fallen asleep in and stepped into the shower. When the water cascaded down my stomach I yelped at the hotness of the water.

I quickly slapped the shower head down and curved my body away from the water flow to turn the heat down. Now having trust issues with my new found enemy, I hesitantly stuck my finger into the stream of water. It had cooled down drastically creating a satisfied Samantha.

The water was gently massaging my skin and tense muscles, why they were tense? Because of school, I tell you. All that stress can't be good for a growing lady! My showers when I was on my period lasted severely longer than my normal showers. I spent about 20 minutes just standing in the water, comforted by each and individual bead of water. Call me a waster, but this water made me feel good with all caps and extra o's added in for dramatic effect.

After about a 50 minute shower, I was most definitely going to be late to school, I got out of the shower and quickly put in a tampon before pulling on a pair of oh so hideous underwear, thanking the gods that Daddy wouldn't see me in these. My cramps were the worst on the first day so I dressed down for the occasion.

I quickly took two Alieve pills and threw extra tampons in my bag and then grabbed Mr.Porter's keys and ran down the stairs. My mom was at the bottom of the stairs, causing a panic as I clumsily shoved his keys into the pocket of my sweats hoping that she wouldn't ask about the obvious bulge on my right thigh.

Of course, as I said earlier, today was not my day and my mother did point it out. "What's that in your pocket young lady?" She asked. I was fighting my brain that wanted to put out an obvious lie of "a miniature dildo." That would've gotten me into a whirl of trouble.

I opened my mouth to try and change the subject but thank the lord that little, innocent, savior of my life Sarah piped up. "Mommy! Mommy!" She turned around to pick up the sweet toddler and I took that as my chance to slip out the front door in a rather quick sprint to the car.

I didn't even bother putting on my seatbelt or connecting the Bluetooth up to my phone, instead, I sped off turning the street and escaping the dooming suspicion of my mother. I took one hand off of the wheel as I buckled my seatbelt sighing once the deed was done.

Driving to school in silence was hell, I don't know but something about driving in silence always irritated me. I needed some jams I could bob my head and play with my fingers to. I pulled into a parking lot and eagerly connected my phone playing my chill songs playlist. The first song to play was The Scientist by Coldplay. What a bop!

As I drove to school, my mind began to wonder. I wonder what Sophia was like. Sure Dean has said that she was sweet and all the works but like personality wise. What we're her interests and dislikes? Was she a mama's or a daddy's girl? Daddy's girl. Now that I know that Mr.Porter had a daughter was it even appropriate for me to call him daddy? I'd have to ask him about that, this was my first time ever being in a relationship where I was to call my boyfriend 'daddy.'