CHAPTER TWO
Michael
Harry, Susan, and my nieces are safe now, and I feel good I got to fly down and help them. I’d been meaning to go see Harry for a long time, because I’d stored my car there. It was my grandfather’s car and he gave it to my father in high school and my father gave it to me. It’s a two door 1978 Dodge Magnum, and it’s in impeccable condition.
Now the car is back with me, parked right in the driveway of my little duplex. In just a few minutes, I’ll drive to Jocelyn’s place. She’ll recognize the car. We spent a great deal of time in that car back in the day. I was just a stupid teenager, but I always expected to lose my virginity in that car. I expected to lose it with Jocelyn.
I expected a whole lot more than that with Jocelyn as well; marriage, family, and happily ever after. I gave up hope and never really enjoyed any relationships, after Jocelyn. I had some, of course, but I could never give myself fully to them and eventually settled on one-night stands when both the girl and I fully understood there was no future in it.
Now, everything is different! Now, Jocelyn is in my life again, and she wants to give us both a second chance! It feels a bit strange to wish I were still a virgin, so she could be my first. It doesn’t matter, of course, because Jocelyn and I will have a great many first together. She and I will finally go for it, as we intended to all those years ago.
I will finally have my first little girl. She doesn’t know that yet. She’ll call me Daddy. She’s going to be mine, completely mine, and she’s going to call me Daddy.
I can tell that things didn’t work out for her as she expected, just as I didn’t anticipate being a bartender. I make very good money, but it wasn’t anything I’d planned. Now, she’s here and I’m certain she wants direction or, if she has an idea of a direction, she wants someone to encourage her and hold her accountable to making it.
She may not know that she wants those things, but she does, and she will get them. I’ll be her Daddy and the whole thing will be breathtaking.
I’m getting a little ahead of myself, of course. So far, there is only one date in our new history, and it ended with just a good night kiss. I thought the next date would be much more, but then I had to fly to my brother’s.
Now I’m back, things are going to be incredible.
Or will they?
Everything was perfect before. She was going off to college, nine hours away, but we were right in the middle of creating a schedule for me to drive out and see her every month. I planned to transfer to the same school in two years time, and we were going to be together. Instead, she left me.
I haven’t recovered from that. Perhaps I would be married and happy, now, if I’d have recovered. Instead, I compare every girl I see to Jocelyn, which means no girl is ever good enough. It’s a good thing she showed up in my life, again, because she’s the only girl to whom I could ever give myself completely.
As I already have. But, what if she leaves me again?
What if I’m so afraid of her leaving me again that I end up driving her away? What if I create some self-fulfilling prophecy, simply because I just can’t trust that she’ll stick around? God, I hate the way my mind works.
I admit it, it still hurts. I remember waking up expecting to see her, only to learn that she’d left for college a few weeks early. I remember the terrible conversation, where she told me we couldn’t do long distance. I remember all of the devastation and the hurt. Oh, God . . .
Am I just setting myself up to go through that again? No, damn it. I’m not the same man I was. Hell, back then I was a boy. I’m not that boy anymore and I understand how to take care of relationship now, although my understanding has yet to be put into practice. It doesn’t matter. I will be a perfect Daddy for Jocelyn, and that little girl is going to love me.
She has to.
I get cleaned up from the road and head to her place. It’s Saturday, but I’m not working today, because I thought I would still be in California for a day or two. I have until Monday free, and I’m ready to make this first weekend, so to speak, absolutely breathtaking for us.
I know she’s very new to the Daddy/little girl lifestyle. No, that isn’t accurate. She’s not new to the lifestyle. She’s been exposed to it, but that’s all. Her neighbor is a little girl, and that’s why she ended up at the club, tagging along. She knows about it, but isn’t a part of it, yet.
I’ll change that. She’s going to be a perfect little girl and I will be the perfect Daddy for her.
I park the car right in front of her apartment door and walk to it. I can’t wait for her to see it and I can’t wait to go on a drive with her. Hell, I can’t wait for everything; every single moment I will get to spend with her will be amazing. I rap on the door and realize I’m holding my breath. I try to breathe normally.
I hear her say “Hold on. I’m coming,” in a somewhat frustrated voice.
I wait and she opens the door. She’s wearing a tee shirt and shorts. She’s barefoot and utterly beautiful, with no makeup at all and her incredible soft brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her face is flushed slightly, and it gives her an absolutely stunning skin tone.
She’s beautiful.
Stunningly beautiful.
She looks at me and seems almost in shock as she whispers, “Michael.”
“I got back a few days early,” I say.
She rushes to me and kisses me. I hold her and the kiss is wonderful. Then, she shocks me. She closes the door and I think she’s going to kiss me, again. She doesn’t. She falls to her knees and I feel almost paralyzed as she pulls my belt undone and yanks my pants down.
I gasp and when my boxers come down, she gets a faraway look on her face. It is the first time she’s seen me and she tentatively reaches forward and takes my cock in her hand.
Then her mouth is on me.
It‘s the culmination of thousands of dreams about her. It is the first time she has even seen my cock, and I still haven’t seen her naked at all. But she’s right there! She’s on her knees, right now, with her mouth moving hungrily along my shaft. I stare down at my beautiful girl, utterly shocked and beyond senseless because of the sudden . . . attack.
“My God, Josie,” I whisper. “My God!”
She lets out a little moan, as she sucks, and all my worries and fears about what might happen tomorrow, next week or next month disappear.