Ali, on the other hand, seemed completely relaxed. She just sat there at the table with us, eating and smiling as if everything was normal. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in her head. Was it the same as in mine? Was she too looking forward to this evening with a mixture of anticipation and dread? When Ava eventually got ready to leave for the night, I was a nervous wreck, like a teenager who was going on his first date.
I followed Ava out into the hall to see her off. As she was leaving, she gave me a long, intimate kiss and rubbed herself up against me – just the way she knew turns me on.
“I hope you’re going to be all right here without me all weekend…?” she whispered, giving my cock a light squeeze as she turned around to leave.
“I was going to say something about enjoying the sight of your leaving, but it’s getting a bit old, isn’t it. I’ll have to come up with something new to compliment your ass soon.”
“Well, you have all weekend to think about it. Hey, Ali! Take care of your father for me, all right?”
Alisha appeared behind me and waved goodbye to her mother.
“Yes, Mom, I’ll take really good care of Daddy.”
I looked back and saw her winking at me. I swallowed nervously as she disappeared into the living room. Ava went out the door and proceeded over to the waiting taxi, and we waved our goodbyes before she sped off. I was left there with my daughter. My sex-crazed, overconfident teenage daughter.
Where’d she go? As I locked the door behind me, I couldn’t hear anything. It was completely quiet, except for the ticking of the clock on the wall. Did she go upstairs?
“Ali, did you want to do a session tonight?” I called out. “I thought of a few…”
I was interrupted by the sight of Alisha standing by the stairs. Completely naked. Her beautiful teenage body, a vision to behold; her amazingly firm medium-sized breasts, her round hips, her shaved mound… all of her on display, right there in full frontal view. I was speechless.
“My room.”
She turned around and gave me an amazing view of her ass as she walked up the stairs. I thought she had run out of ways to surprise me – clearly, I was mistaken.
We headed up to her room and she lay down on her bed as usual. I sat myself down on the chair next to her, struggling to focus on the process of bringing her into a state of trance. It usually took about ten minutes, maybe fifteen. This time, I was so distracted at the sight of her naked body lying there on the bed, that it took at least half an hour before I felt sure that she was completely under.
As usual, I started with some basic questions and therapeutic statements, getting her to open herself up. Eventually, though, I felt confident enough to dig a bit deeper.
“So, Ali…”
“Yeah…”
“You’ve been doing some new things lately.”
“Yeah.”
“Things that you like.”
“Yeah. I like them.”
“That’s good…” I said, knowing that while this kind of encouragement was working in the direction of boosting her self-esteem, it also drove her closer to doing more and more of it.