As soon as we’re in the air conditioned house I start to feel a little better, and I take a gulp of cool air.
“This is so embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not, sweetie. Just relax, it’ll be okay,” daddy assures me, never letting that handsome smile fade from his face as he carries me up the stairs. And passes my room, much to my surprise.
He instead takes me to his, placing me upon that massive king sized bed of his, with its thick, plush blankets, resting his knee upon the edge as he leans over me, stroking my cheek.
“You’re just a very good girl, that’s all,” he reassures.
I don’t realize it, but I start to tremble when I’m separated from his bodily warmth, and he notices it immediately. He leans in towards me, instead of bringing the blanket up, and I hear Samantha slam the door on her way out. She must be pissed, thinking I did this just to cockblock her. Though really, dads are totally off limit to friends.
My daddy — mine, all mine — sheds his jacket and tie, then presses in against me, warming me in his big, strong arms, one draped right over my bare chest as he strokes a hand over my hair and face.
“You’re the loveliest woman I’ve ever seen, angel,” he says to me so sincerely, his deep voice so ridden with emotion. “I’m glad it’s just us now because I’ve not had nearly as much time with you as I crave.”
It’s been so long since he held me like this, and I find myself to be putty in his hands. I melt into him, my dizziness passing with the thick sense of warmth and comfort I take in being held by him. His familiar scent surrounds me, and his words soothe my frazzled nerves.
“Jeremy dumped me,” I blurt out suddenly, and bite my lower lip in.
“I know,” he responds so casually, concern for me thick in his voice before he leans in and places a tender kiss along my temple. “You were too good for him by far anyhow. Just a placeholder doormat until you were ready for a real man,” he husks into my ear, squeezing his thick, bulging bicep into me as he holds me securely. “A real man who will support and care for you, for all your days. Keep you like the queen you deserve to be.”
My smile started to spread, those words so what I needed to hear as I dabbed a few melancholy tears from the corner of my eyes.
“It’s not fair, though,” I say gently, my brow furrowing, and I try to relax again. “Why’d he have to do it just before graduation?”
“Oh sweetie,” he says, rubbing his big, strong hand along my side, skirting the edge of my bare breast on down to my hip and thigh, then back again. “He just spared you from losing your virginity to a punk. A loser. Now you can lose it to a real man, who deserves it,” he says, kissing my cheek, then my neck. “You should lose it to a man who’s ready to give you everything he has. Not just a teen’s forty-five seconds of huffing and puffing.”
I laugh, but then his motions register to my slow moving mind, and I have to blink. His mouth feels so good as he brushes back my golden hair with his nose, his wa
rm breath spreading over my delicate neck. It was like an electric shock going through me, and I started breathing quicker.
“Daddy?” I say, paying more attention to the way his finger was tickling over my flesh, skirting so close to my bikini line, then dangerously near the curve of my breast.
And I’m not going to deny it feels good. That it makes my skin prickle with need.
But I know it’s not right.
“I don’t want you to go away, sweetie,” he says to me, his words so gravelly and needful as his fingers come to the bow that’s tied at my hip, toying with it lightly. “Not now. Not ever. The thought of you going has been keeping me from working right… and I can do so much more for you. Keep you taken care of. Give you everything you need,” he said, that word ‘everything’, said with such poignancy as he tugged at the bow, undoing it, letting my thong come loose.
I sat up, pushing my fingers into the bed, and it was like everything came into high definition, crystal clarity, and I didn’t know how to feel about it.
He’d just tugged open my swimsuit, and I knew it wasn’t by accident. My daddy does nothing by accident, and I’m breathing so fast and wishing that my nipples weren’t so stiff from those teasing, tender touches he was doing. I’m completely exposed, and my lips fall open.
“Daddy?”
He rises with me though, kissing along my shoulder and neck as he peels back that little triangle just a bit before letting my thong drop between my thighs. His hand slides back up my side, cupping my petite breast, holding and squeezing it as if it were not the tiny morsel it was, and were instead some big tit that overshadowed Samantha’s.
“Stay with me, sweetie,” he says in a husk, slowly pulling back to look into my blue eyes. “Let me be your first. Your last. Your only. Daddy’ll take care of you like those boys never could,” he pledges to me with such sincerity.
I can’t believe what’s happening, and yet at the same time, I can. Suddenly I remember those little ways he used to look at me, those private smiles with the glint behind them. And I understood instantly the jealousy and possessiveness I felt back at the poolside.
I look at him as his hand moves to cup my face, and I know I’m bare before him, but I can’t help but feel a little excited. Strange, scared... yet his words...
They tease at my greatest desires.
Daddy’s kisses move closer inwards until, at last, they reach the corner of my lips. And I know daddy and I have exchanged what is dangerously close to a real, adult kiss.
“Only daddy could know you so well,” he husks, palming my breast and the stiff teat atop it, squeezing and kneading it so tenderly. “College is such a bore. And you’d only waste your time with horny college boys that are so beneath you, my sweet. But if you stay… oh, if you stay…” he says, taking a deep breath so his broad chest swells up as he moves to hover over my lips, head tilted to the side. “I’ll make you so happy. Get you anything you want.”