While I was doing that, I felt a pair of his long, thick fingers slide into the fly of my shorts and unerringly find my slit. With gentle determination, he pushed them inside me and pressed his palm against my hidden nub. He immediately began to finger fuck me with a lazy rhythm as he said, “You’re going to be late and you know how your mother gets.”
I sighed heavily against his lips. “I know. But I have just enough time to thank you for watching Clinton while we’re out.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I’m happy to do it. I don’t get to spend enough time with the rug rat.” His tone was simultaneously paternal and teasing.
“I know, but it’s also been a while since we’ve had some time alone.” Even I heard the needy tone in my voice.
“But you know that’s not what we agreed to,” he said even as he continued to work his fingers inside me.
“I know,” I said with disappointment. After starting college a year late due to the pregnancy then failing my morning class my first semester, my mother had gone ballistic. She did not understand why I kept missing class or why my father had not helped me with Clinton since he was home at the time. He and I had then talked and agreed that we had to be smarter about our encounters. Ever since, we managed our time better. And with my impending wedding that upcoming weekend, we seriously dialed everything back as family and friends appeared without warning. “You’re right.”
We sat in silence for a moment. His fingers continued to move through me while mine stroked him and we shared a few more quick kisses.
“Promise me that if I give in this time, you won’t try this again,” he said seriously. “At least not until after the wedding.”
“I won’t,” I said quickly. “I promise.”
A corner of his mouth lifted. “Liar.”
My father watched intently as I stood to lower my shorts before I straddled his lap facing him. His lips parted slightly as he sucked in a breath and I moaned as I sank onto his length sticking out of his shorts. As his thickness moved deeper into me, it reminded me of the first time he entered me…
It was a few days after my eighteenth birthday and I had just been dumped by a guy because I wouldn’t put out. At the time I was a virgin and while I was eager to have sex, I wasn’t into the guy enough for him to be my first.
“No more moping, baby girl,” my father said as he entered my room and sat on the edge of the bed.
It was a Saturday morning, three days after the breakup and instead of hanging out with friends I was still sulking in bed.
“I’m not really upset because he dumped me,” I said. “I’m upset with myself. I knew he was a jerk and that he was only dating me so he could try to have sex with me but I kept dating him anyway. It was stupid.”
“I’m not going to argue with that,” my dad said with a teasing smile. “But don’t be too hard on yourself. Sadly, it’s something you had to go through and you’ll probably do it again. And he’ll be even cuter next time. Dating is a learning process. That’s what being a teenager is about.”
I gave him a blank look. “Was that really supposed to make me feel better?”