Anna graduation


Copyright (C) 2006 by Newmark42@gmail.com


It was Saturday morning. As I let my newpaper down to see her prancing
out of the hallway, I felt proud to have such a beautiful and capable
daughter. Anna's college graduation ceremony had been the week
before. With her BS in chemistry under her belt, she was ready to join
the working world and had already secured an entry-level job with a
pharmacudical chemical company. It was on the east coast, and she was
mostly done packing her stuff in preparation for the move.

"Morning Dad!" Still bouncing around from the excitement of having
finished, she gave me a big hug. Then she quickly grabbed some cereal
and zipped out of the room with it.

Jeri came down, already dressed and ready to zip out the door. "Where
are you headed Jeri? Did you forget it's Saturday?"

"No sillly. It's getting close to Christmas and I was planning to go
down and do some shipping."

"Darn, I had thought you'd be around to give me a hand this morning
finishing the last parts of the basement renovations."

"Ohh, I forgot," Anna stode back into the kitchen with her empty
cereal bowl in hand. "What was mom saying about me helping out?" She
rinsed her dish and put it in the dishwasher.

"Ohh nothing, she was just supposed to help me move a few things in
the basement. It can wait until tomorrow, I'm sure you're busy
packing."

"No, I'd love to help you out. I'm going to zip off in a few days and
we're not going to get to see much of eachother. Sounds like a fun
father daughter thing to do. Let me just go change and I'll meet you
downstairs."

"Very well." I finished reading the last few lines of the story I was
reading and set the newspaper down to head downstairs.

...

The project had taken me longer than I expected, but it was looking
pretty nice now. As was usual in my house, the ceilings were quite
high at 10 feet -- quite a task for a basement. The floors were
spanish tile. I added a large bathroom, with a huge oversize hottub.

"Alright, where do you need me?" Anna trotted down the stairs wearing
a beat-up tshirt and shorts.

"First I need help moving this couch into place. Then I need to
install these light fixtures, and there is some shelving which needs
to go in the bathroom." I moved to where we were putting the couch and
traced out the orientation in the air with my hands. "It's going right
here." The couch was custom made, and in addition to being oversize,
it was very heavy.

I made for one end of the couch, and she made for the other. "Ready,
one, two, three, heave!" Both of us heaved at the couch and while I
got my end off the ground with some effort, Anna was unsuccessful.

"I see now why you needed help. This thing weighs a ton. When mom said
I should help you, she must have meant I should HELP you." Anna placed
her hands down on the edge of the couch and began to grow. Her
shoulders quickly filled her t-shirt, her breasts now pressing the
entire shirt tight. It rose up to expose her tummy, and even the
bottom of her now skin-tight shorts were now visible above the high
back of the couch. Looking at the distance to the ceiling, I'd guess
she was just under seven feet tall. "This aught to work out better."

She reached her arms under the end of the couch, as she leaned over,
it was hard not to look down the amazing cleavage created by the
stretched neckline of her shirt. She looked up at me. "You ready?"

"Yes, one, two, three, heave." I lifted hard to get my end off the
ground while Anna lifted hers slowly and deliberately. I staggered
back and forth as I took steps towards the destination, trying not to
loose my grip. "Just a little further." I quickly set it down, and
Anna followed suit. Even though it had only moved across the room, I
was huffing and puffing and sat down on the couch to relax for a
moment in triumph.

Anna sat down on the opposite end of the couch, testing it out for
feel. "This is nice. It's really sturdy, and the back is pretty
high. Mom aught to like this." Then she turned to lay down across the
length of it, her head landed on my leg, and her feet just touching
the far armrest. "Ohh, this is nice, how long is this?"

"It's eight feet end to end." With her head on my leg, I now had an
up-close view down her shirt. Close enough to see that she wasn't
wearing any bra at all. Anna had become more and more beautiful over
the years, now no longer a teenager. I was going to miss not seeing
her as often now that she was moving away. "I'm going to miss you
being around Anna."

"I'm not going that far. I'll be home to visit for the holidays."

That's probably not much less than we saw her from college now, but it
somehow seemed different. "..but I'm going to miss you too." She bent
her head back to look at me, and caught me still fixated
elsewhere. She looked down, and realized how much exposure there was
down her shirt, then looked back up at me. She brought her arms
together slightly, pressing her breasts together and enhancing her
already stunning cleavage. "I KNOW how much you like having me
around. How tall did you say this couch is?" She began to grow, her
head inching up until it was firmly in my lap.

In the process I had lifted my left hand out of the way, but I wasn't
sure where to put it back down. I reached my arm up to hook it up over
the back of the sofa, but it was too high and awkward. "Eight feet
end-to-end." She was staring up at me now with a dangerous look.

"How tall do I look now?" She wiggled her toes down at the end. "Not
quite eight feet huh?" Looking like a safe spot, I set my hand down at
the base of her neck. "Ooh, that tickles!" I quickly retracted it.
I looked down her full body. Her shorts were now sucked up tight in
her crotch. The bottom of her t-shirt barely covered her breasts, and
the sleeves had stretched out to the point that it looked
sleeveless. "I'd guess about seven and a half."

"I can get bigger for you if you like. I know how much you like it
when I'm bigger." She looked up at my hand, still awkwardly held in
the air. "Since I'm going to be moving out soon, I think I need to
give you something to remember me by." She reached up to my hand and
brought it to rest on her neck firmly, so it wouldn't tickle. Her head
hardly fit in my lap and my elbow came to rest distractingly on her
oversize breast. She looked up at me and grew again, this time letting
her feet slip out over the far armrest. As I watched her feet, I
noticed the bottom of her breasts become visible. She slipped her
fingers under the edge of her shirt and teased it up, exposing more of
her breasts. "I know you like what you see, but don't you want more of
a memory than this?" She brought a hand up to bring my eyes to hers,
but I was frozen. "But maybe we have more work to do first." She stood
up, placing her hands on her hips. From my position on the couch, even
her crotch was above eye level. Gazing upwards, her shirt hardly
covered half her breasts. She lifted one hand to place it on the
ceiling, only about a foot above her head. "Didn't you need something
up on the ceiling?" She reached her other hand down to encourage me to
stand up off the couch.

"Yes, those light fixtures need to be put up." I pointed over to the
fixtures in the box. The ceiling wiring for the old fixtures was
already exposed on the ceiling. She reached for my hand and pulled me
to stand up. Her breasts hung directly above my head as I bumped my
chest against her hip.

"Let me take care of that." She walked over to them and quickly opened
the boxes. Holding the first fixture in place not far above her head,
"Is this where you want it?" I nodded, and she reached for some wiring
connectors. After a minute, it was obvious they were too small for her
hands to easily manipulate. She looked down at me, "I could use a
little help here."

I walked over to her. "Okay, what's the trouble?" She handed me the
fixture, and quickly lifted me up and against her, so I could reach
the ceiling.

"I can't handle those little wires, you'll need to do it." She brought
my legs around her in a straddle, her breasts pressing into my
lap. After a minute, I was done wiring and screwing in the fixture.

"Okay, looks good." She walked over to the other fixture, still
carrying me, and held me against her with one hand. "Hold on." As she
bent over to get the other fixture from the floor, her breasts dragged
distractingly from my lap to my chest and back to my lap.

"One more to do," she handed me the box as she walked back to the
second recepticle in the ceiling. After a few minutes, I was done
attaching the second fixture. From all the moving around, her shirt
had rode up higher, and her bare breasts were now pressing
distractingly at my crotch. She didn't seem to mind a bit. "All done
up here?" she asked. I was silent. Sure I was finished with the light
fixtures, but I wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere. Seeing my reluctance
to being put down, she pulled me up tighter against her. "Ohh, maybe
you're not done." She shifted me to the side so my cock dragged
against her breast. The sensation was too much, and I reached my arms
to her shoulders to steady myself. "Ohh, you like that do you. I know
what you need." She pulled me free, and in a minute she had unfastened
and pulled my pants and underwear free to the floor. Still holding me,
she laid down on the floor and placed me on her chest, my cock erect
and lying between her breasts. One of her hands was suggestively
stroking her nipple, pressing her breast gently against me. "I bet you
could have fun here..." I was going crazy, but I was frozen. "Ohh,
come now.." She pulled each of my hands to one of her breasts, and
cupped around them, applying pressure to bring her breasts together at
my lap. "I know how much you used to like this. Don't you like how I
feel?"

She was driving me crazy. "Yes, of course I like how you feel. I just
don't know..." I held her breasts together as she reached her hands
behind me and pressed me up into them.

"What don't you know, you don't like?" She slowly rocked me in and out
between her breasts. "Maybe I should stop?" She kept the rhythmic
motion going. The look on my face certainly wasn't one asking for
restraint. As she moved me I pressed harder against her breasts. "I
want you to come... you know, something good to remember me by when I
go away." She pushed me in and out slowly. As I started picking up the
pace, moving myself, she moved her hands back to cup her breasts. I
exerted more pressure, and began pumping in and out of her
breasts. She reached one finger in between to drag against me. My mind
was racing, and after just a few minutes, I came into her and laid on
her breasts. "See, that was nice."