My dad has always gone pretty easy on me, but when we did fight, it could get pretty ugly. Tonight was one of those times. He had come down on me, pretty hard and after arguing with him, and doing quite a bit of screaming, finally things seemed to be settling down.
When I found him he was sitting down at the computer, looking at old family photos.
“I’m so sorry daddy,…” I whimpered as I held him tight, wrapping my arms around him in an affectionate embrace. “I love you so much,” I said, “It’s just that sometimes you make me so mad.”
“Come here sweetie,” he said lovingly, and he pulled me on top of his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist, and giving me a kiss on the cheek, told me that he loved me too.
It was late, mom and my two older brothers, had gone to sleep hours ago. I was exhausted, and I lay my head on daddy’s shoulder, bending my knees and propping them up on top of his legs, we laughed together as we roll down memory lane, marveling at how the time had gone by.
I was definitely too old, at seventeen to be sitting on my dad‘s lap. True there were times that in the past months, I had jumped up on him, just to goof around. Somehow this seem different. I’m not sure, if it was because of the knockdown drag out that we had just been through, or if it was something else.
It was like a dream, and that the events of our night, had faded away into nonexistence. I knew that I love my daddy, and that he loved me.
I could feel his chest, falling and rising. My dad was in great shape, and still pretty young. He and my mother had gotten started with their family pretty young by today’s standards. And the three of us, my two brothers and me were all about sixteen months apart in age. I had said some hateful things, calling him a stupid old man, when really 39-year-old dad wasn’t that old. He certainly didn’t look it, more like in his twenties! I felt ashamed, of all the things that come out of my mouth.
“Listen, daddy” I said, “I really want you to know how much I appreciate all that you do for me. I mean…,” I went on, “you’re like the most handsome, Dad ever! All the things you do, most guys couldn’t even do, when they were twenty, and well… I just really need you to know that, I really really would do anything for you!” I continued on.
He smiled at me, as a photo of me riding around on his back, when I was a little girl, flashed across the screen. Looking at me with, wirh tenderness in his eyes, he managed out, “Boy, sometimes I sure wish you were little again.”
I laughed, as I tickled him under his side, “Yeah right!” I piped, “But then you wouldn’t have, this sassy little brat to have fun with!” I said, smiling back.
He laughed, then sighed, and looking at me with twinkle, remarked, “You sure have grown up to be a beautiful girl. My God Lindsey,” he added “You are….. gorgeous!” “I sure am lucky,” he said winking, “To have a pretty little thing like you!”
Daddy started to tickle me, I fidgeted around, squirming all over his lap. I felt something moving when I shifted my weight a little to the left, and basically right in the middle. I knew what it was…. I had sat on plenty of other boys laps, and I knew… what it was, that was moving, getting harder in my dad‘s crotch, while he tickled me!