While I knew nothing could ever happen between us, I found myself flirting with him and trying to spend as much time as possible with him. Instead of waking up late and grabbing a granola bar for breakfast as I ran out the door, I woke up early and sat at the table while he read his newspaper. He commented a few times on my joining him so early in the morning and each time I just put it up to needing to get used to it for college.
I was happy living in my fantasy world, thinking nothing would ever happen until I had a really bad date one Saturday night. The guy had been a jerk and barely half an hour in I was done but kept trying thinking it might get better. It didn’t. Though I knew it wasn’t my fault, when I finally did get back home, I spent the rest of the night and all of the next day moping and wondering what was wrong with me and why I couldn’t attract decent guys.
That Monday was a school holiday and I had planned on doing some more moping, but my father dragged me downstairs to have breakfast with him. When I arrived, I saw he had already poured me a bowl of cereal and some juice. I stood for a moment thinking how sweet he was and what a great guy he really was and how much I wanted a guy like him.
With butterflies in my stomach and shaky legs, I walked over to where he sat. As I approached I saw him watch me with a curious look. When I drew up next to him, I lifted his head and leaned mine down to touch our lips together. It started out soft and tender then quickly progressed to be something a father and daughter should never share. With our lips joined, I moved to sit across his lap in a way that I had done many times over the years. Eventually we broke the kiss but leaned our foreheads against each other while catching our breath. Wondering if I would ever get this chance again, I was the first to speak.
“I want you to have sex with me, Dad. Please.”
He sat silent and I began to wonder what he was thinking. Around the house his eyes had always been expressive yet this time I couldn’t read anything in them. For a moment he had become the dispassionate anchor that I saw on TV and was not the father that I knew.
After a long, tense silence during which I began to acknowledge to myself the mistake I had made, he asked, “Are you sure, Princess? If I do, it’s all going to be different afterward. We can never go back from this. And I don’t mean just because you’re not going to be a virgin anymore.”
I took a deep breath. “I’m sure. Scared, but sure.”
He gave me another kiss then pushed his breakfast setting out of the way before lifting me to sit on the table in front of him and removing my sleep shorts. Back in his chair, he leaned forward and tentatively began to explore the tight slit between my legs. His fingers lightly traced along the outside of my shaved, tight lips next to my thighs before moving them closer to the opening. He licked a large, thick finger which he lightly moved up and down the slit without pushing inside. After moving the finger back to his mouth to wet again, he repeated the movement, playing with my tight pussy lips. As he slowly stroked and pulled at the folds he moved his head between my legs. I felt his warm breath between my legs and a shiver coursed through my body. When his tongue darted out and quickly touched me, I let out a cry that was part surprise and part happiness that it was happening.