Gosalyn's Gambit

Chapter 4 - SECRET

It was the night she'd dreaded, but she knew it was coming since the day she gave him the rules.

1. No penetration of any kind.

2. No direct touching under her skirt.

3. Stop means stop. Or else!

Three simple rules, but now they were the problem. Honker had asked her, point-blank, the reason for them and she really couldn't bring herself to evade the question or lie, not to her partner in crime fighting, not to her best friend.

"Why Gosalyn? Why can't we..." he paused, grabbing for courage "... I mean if you don't feel that way about me, I'm cool, but it's just, really frustrating. I fee like I'm just like a sheet of Kleenex."

Gosalyn was certain there was a guys only joke in there but she put the thought to one side.

***

"You want the truth Honker? Okay. I'm saving myself for someone."

Those words, were like an arrow, straight through his heart and his pride. It suddenly dawned on him.

“So all the stuff we've been doing was just  ... practice for you?" He felt, betrayed and he knew it showed on his face and in his voice.

He didn't want to sound like some jealous clingy boyfriend but that is exactly what he felt like.  With a sigh, he calmed himself down, "J-just tell me it's not Tank." It would have been the death of him if it were his older brother. "I don't need to know who... just tell me it's not him"

***

Gosalyn was on the spot and she realized that she had to tell someone eventually. Her plan would be very difficult without at least a little extra help. Either to go through with it, or talk her out of it, she wasn't sure which one she wanted help with,

“It's my Dad" she said, almost whispering.

A full minute of silence broken by, "D-did you say your... DAD?!" Honker all but shouted, her knuckles under his chin silenced him quickly.

It was the greatest secret of her life. She wasn't sure when it started but at some point she simply started imaging her dad whenever she jilled off. It wasn't lust, just a plain infatuation and compulsive stubborn desire. At one point, she had made up her mind that Darkwing Duck was going to be the one to pluck her cherry. It' wasn't even that she wanted to marry him or be his sweetheart. She just wanted a night, maybe two, of hot, no interruptions dirty sex.

"Yeah I know. Most perverted thing you've heard today right?"

***

Honker was still trying to process it. Now it all made sense. The part about her saving herself for someone else, that's why she was always so adventurous during their sessions, sHe was getting practice for her first. But, her Dad? That was a like a gender-swapped Oedipus complex. Then his analytical brain kicked in. Was it so strange? Darkwing had been her first and foremost male role model and really presented himself with the charismatic swagger of an alpha male. Moreover, she wasn't his biological daughter. There was still one thing that concerned him,

"That's not a healthy fixation. I mean Mr. Darkwing already has a girlfriend and I don't think he's the sort of guy that would want to well... you know, with his own daughter.”

So they had a very, very long talk that night.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Yeah I know this is is a short one but I needed a segway into the next chapter and to give you a break between the naughty scene per chapter patter.