Inspired by L.A. Wicker's A Visit With My Daughter
AN: Dearest Readers, while this story borrows the premise, character concepts, and some lines of dialogue. from the above-mentioned story, I have changed it to make it my own. The character portrayals have been changed to suit my writing style and many other things were fleshed out.
I sought the author's blessing but after waiting a month with no response (they haven't been active here since 2012) so I am going ahead with my story. I hope you enjoy my take on this tale.
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Cecilia and I drove home just before noon on Monday. Before our departure she and Trisha had a tearful goodbye. When they were done Cecilia left for the car to give Trisha and I a moment alone. I took my beautiful Latina lover in my arms and gave her a soul-searing kiss. When I started my weekend I never expected to fall for anyone other than my baby girl, and here I was in deep lust, almost love, with this young woman as well. My heart was torn as I really wanted to ask her to come with us but during our pillow talk the previous night, Trisha told me that she wanted to stay and finish her degree. So, rather than make things hard for her I kept quiet and accepted her wishes.
"I'm going to miss you," I tell her looking her squarely in the eyes.
"I doubt that now that you will have Cici keeping you warm at night." Trisha states.
I can understand where she is coming from. Most guys would say what I did and not really mean it as they have another piece of ass to fuck. I meant it because in the short time that I've known her I have generally come to care about her.
My right-hand slides down her back and claims her ass. I pull her forward and her pelvis collides gently with my own. She can feel my stiff cock pushing against her and I lean down and kiss her again. "I will be thinking of you and our time together quite fondly while we are apart."
Trisha held me close to her and I could feel tears on her face and her whimper as she fought to hold back her crying. "I believe you. Please.... don't forget me." Trisha states.
"Never. You have our number and address. If you ever change your mind, call me or just show up. We will always have a place for you." I tell her.
"Turn around please?" Trisha requests. I give her a look of puzzlement but she has this pleading look on her face so I turn my back to her for a moment and I hear some shuffling. "Ok."
I turn back around and she doesn't seem any different but she does have a large manila envelope in her hand.
"Open that on your way home... or when you get home. The choice is yours." She says. She then wraps her arms around my neck one last time and kisses me like I just kissed her. A honk of the horn tells me that Cecilia is getting impatient and is ready to head home.
Trisha releases me and slowly we part. I step through the doorway and I watch as, with tears in her eyes, she closes the door.
Cecilia opted to drive the first part of the trip home which was fine with me. After my marathon sex-filled weekend I was still a bit worn out. My daughter however was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as we drove along the highway.
She sat quietly next to me listening to soft music from a playlist she had on her cell phone. As we drove Cecilia finally asked me a question, "Daddy, was Trisha good in bed?" she asked giving me a sexy smile.
"Trisha is amazing honey," I answered honestly.
"Well... was I at least good?"
I knew that was coming which was why I answered the way that I did. "Honey, you are amazing. The two of you are very different in technique. You were a virgin which made the whole experience extra special. You and I had to learn how to make each other feel special."
I pause for a moment to let all that sink in before I continue. "Trisha was experienced. I could tell by the way she moved that she has had several partners and no, I do not want to know how many as that is her business." I inform Cecilia who looks like she was going to share what she did know. "While not as special as our lovemaking she and I had to develop our own rhythm and learn what each other liked. There are similarities in your bodies but differences as well and you both feel very different in ways that only I know. The point I'm trying to make is that you shouldn't compare yourself to her. I don't compare the two of you, I take you both as you are."
Cecilia is satisfied with my answer and tells me as much. She asks what is in the envelope and as I haven't opened it. I undo the clasp holding the envelope shut. Reaching inside I withdraw a stack of several sheets of paper. They are held together by a paper clip and the front is a title page that says:
TRISHA ANGELICA MORALES
June 3rd, 2018
Moving the cover page, I am treated to several photos of Trisha. She is in various outfits and the photos appear to have been taken while she was out around town. Cecilia looks over and says, "I took those earlier in the year."
One of Cecilia's hobbies was photography and she had taken it in high school as well as college. I move through the sheets and the photos switch from normal clothes to beach shots of her in a bikini. There are several different styles of bikinis but all look amazing on her. The shots switch to a few of Cecilia in the same bikinis. I tell Cecilia this and she just smiles, grateful that her best friend did this for her.
The last half of the photos are all 8 1/2 by 11-inch photos of Trisha. These apparently were taken by herself with an automatic camera as they are of her in her room. She starts out in various sexy poses and then begins a striptease. Soon she is naked on her bed in various poses. The last page is a letter informing me that she has left a flash drive as well as the panties she was wearing when she said goodbye in the envelope. The drive has many more photos of her and the panties are the pair she wore just before he left. She explains that she took them off while his back was turned (this was all pre-planned) and wet with her most recent pussy juice for him to remember her by.
I take out the panties and smell them, savoring her sexy aroma. I then return the photos and the panties to the envelope.
"Just so you're aware," Cecilia starts, "Trisha's not on the pill!" My daughter informs me. "She always makes the guy wear a condom."