Chapter 1
About fifteen years ago
"Dad? Can you read my story?" called Kelly, Bill's daughter.
"When's it due?" When he received no response, he repeated the question, much louder..
"Ah, ahem, it's not. It's like a story, you know, like fiction? I wanna' see what you think."
Since Bill was a technical writer, he was used to Kelly, a high school freshman, asking him to review her papers, but his focus was primarily on spelling, grammar, and readability rather than content. However, he'd written a few fiction stories over the years and submitted some of them to anthology magazines. Two had made it through the gauntlet and been published, so he called out, "Okay, on one condition: I'll read it if you'll watch your 'likes.' Remember what I've told you about that?"
She gave a plaintive "Sorry!" from the other room.
He considered chewing her out about yelling out her requests again, but figured one complaint would have to do since she'd conveniently forget everything if he did both at once. "Okay, leave it on my desk."
"But I don't have a hard copy, Dad," she said, suddenly standing in the door to his office. "It's like—oops! Sorry!—online. I'll leave it up on your computer, okay?"
Smiling at the thought of excising her habit before it got too bad, he agreed. She brought it up on his screen and he read it that evening. It was actually pretty good. Since she wasn't getting many views and didn't have any reviews, he joined the website to be able to comment on it, giving it good but realistic marks. He even made a minor suggestion for an improvement. He wrote down a few more that he handed her in person at breakfast the next morning.
"Thanks, Daddy! Love you! Bye!" she said, kissing his cheek before she grabbed a muffin and ran out the door. "Bye, Mom! I'm late!"
He and Crystal, his wife of 23 years, looked at each other and called out "Bye" to the closed door before chuckling.
"As much as I wanted another child at one time, I'm almost glad she was our first and last," said Crys. "I honestly don't know if I could have handled another one."
"Hurry-cane Kelly," he agreed. "Always rushing around and hurrying off somewhere. She didn't say anything to me so I'm assuming you know where she's going this time?"
"The cheerleaders are doing a car wash at the chicken place next to the school. She's riding with Amber this morning and we're picking them up this afternoon."
Bill walked into the dining room and looked out the front window to see Amber's mom, from a few doors down the street, already stopped in front of their driveway. Kelly ran and hopped in the car. As the car disappeared down the street, he glanced up at the cloudless sky. "Going to be a hot, sunny one today. Hope she took sunscreen."
Crystal finished the last of her coffee as he reentered the kitchen. "I told her, so I hope she listened."
Chuckling, he nodded as he put their empty cups in the dishwasher. "You know, I notice we say that a lot about her. About a lot of things," he added as he moved behind Crys, "though if memory serves, I once knew someone a lot like her about that age who eventually turned out okay."
She looked up over her shoulder at him. "Okay? Just okay? This wouldn't be anyone I know, I hope."
"Umm, I think you might." He started massaging Crys's shoulders, leading her to take a deep breath and close her eyes as he worked her muscles. "In fact, she's pretty much perfect most of the time."
Crys exhaled, giving a little smile as she leaned her head back against him, becoming more relaxed by the moment. His fingers moved lower on her chest as she did, slipping below her collar bone and working the upper part of her pecs and then a bit lower still.
"Bi-ill..." she said, stretching his name out by way of warning.
"Yes, perfect most of the time, except she has a tendency to say 'no' too much at the most inopportune moments." He slid down to her breasts and cupped them from above as he hoped his trap would work.
"You!" she laughed, knowing if she made him stop she'd be proving his point.
Bill kissed her cheek and she turned up so their lips could connect as he massaged her.
Her tongue playing with his and an insistent moan told him that she wouldn't be saying no this time. He massaged more firmly and then slid his arm down and scooped her up. They lost their kiss but Bill continued planting little kisses on her as he carried her over to the counter and set her down on it.
"You're not!"
"Uh huh." He moved in front of her and raised her legs, spreading them. Again, she didn't say no, though she was shaking her head in disbelief as he started kissing her thigh, moving closer and closer to his goal. An inch away, she was grinning in anticipation but he switched to her other thigh and started all over again. She gave him a pouty look but opened her legs even wider allowing him to slide a hand down, ever so lightly, and play it just inside the gapped leg of her shorts, right along the edge of her cotton panties.
His little kisses on the opposite thigh were reaching the same general point as the first, but as he arrived, he gave a little lick along the edge before trying to ease his tongue under the edge of the fabric.
Crys giggled when it didn't work, but she grabbed his head and pulled him into her. His nose was pressed against her mons, putting his mouth, he figured, right over ground zero. Using only his lips, he began to mouth her through her shorts and panties causing her to squeal in surprise. As she did, his fingers attacked and slid under the edge of her panties from both directions and started massaging her and then moving to the sides of her clit to add to the stimulation.
Her moan was more of a contented groan this time as she let go of his head and hooked her thumbs in her shorts and panties and tried to push them down. He resisted for a couple of seconds, pretending he was happy the way it was until she gave a little sound of disappointment. He helped her raise up off the counter then, her clothes came down, and he got yet another great view of her wonderful pussy that he'd been worshipping ever since they finally consummated their love so long before.
Her delicate labia highlighted her, protruding to form a little ridge and causing his blood to surge. He kissed lightly along their length, sucking them gently with his lips before taking his tongue to spread them open, back to front. They stayed spread, showing their glistening pink lining for just a moment before starting to roll closed. A second pass corrected that and a third, deeper, into her depths, opened them fully, making Bill a most happy man. His blood surging, he moaned in his chest, reveling in their beauty, before making a slow, deliberate fourth pass.
At that point, Crys's whimper-like moan told him that he'd played enough so he got into the rhythm she liked and it wasn't long before she was arching her pelvis to match his ministrations. Her breathing changed, becoming shallower and faster with her cute, barely audible little moans she'd perfected years before to avoid waking Kelly. Knowing she was building to a climax, Bill kept his pace but increased it little by little to match hers.
When she came moments later, it was a long, low moan, of loving contentment. "Thank you, Sweetie. That was perfect. 'Don't say no. Don't say no. Don't say no,'" she added, chant-like, as if trying to drill it into her head for the future. "Now, it's your turn not to say no."
