"Dad can you hang out with my friend Ashley at my baby shower? She isn't going to know anyone there and she's nervous." I never would have thought that such a simple request could lead to such massive ripples in my life.
I'm a 45 year old man, five years into my new life. My marriage failed due to repeated infidelity on my ex wifes part, and her mistreatment of our two children together. When the dust settled from all the drama, my then 16 year old daughter came to live with me, and our new life started. We had always been close, and her seeing just how much of a monster her mom had become only strengthened our relationship.
That's not to say our life together was always rainbows and sunshine. There was the usual teenage drama of broken rules and pushed boundries. Problems where I could see the guys she was datings true natures, and she just didn't want to listen. They say you have to let your children make their own mistakes, I just always tried to make sure that my two kids didn't make the same ones I did. I wanted to make sure they recognized the red flags in relationships, and realized their true worth. This lead to drama between us when my daughter was being used and not listening. Eventually she moved out at 18 with a new boyfriend and we grew distant for a short time.
Fast forward 2 years and 2 failed relationships, and my daughter started communicating more in my life again. She was afraid of me judging her and criticizing her life and mistakes and reluctantly started opening up to me about some of the things she had been through. When an ex tried to force his way back into her life. It took a late night conversation between him and myself, and some bruised ribs, cracked orbital socket, and severe concussion on his part, for him to realize contacting my daughter ever again was a truly bad idea. His abuse of her finally at an end, my daughter found a truly great guy, and started dating again.
Fast forward six months and my now 20 year old daughter is expecting her first child. Her mom still out of her life for her toxicity, there was no one there to throw her a baby shower. Me being the dad I am, I coordinated with her boyfriend, and a woman I was dating on and off at the time, to throw her a shower. It was a Jack and Jill party, held at a local venue.
When the day of the shower arrived, it was a hectic, but fun day. The morning was chaos, with setting up for her shower, but once the shower started, it slowed down and became fun. Maybe 30 minutes in and I hear a squeal of joy, and turned to see my daughter bent over hugging a dark haired woman, thanking her for coming. She walked her over to me and said "Dad this is Ashley." I looked at her and thought, my god she's gorgeous.
Let me describe this younger than me Goddess to you. Ashley was a short woman, all of 5'2" but curvy as hell, and stacked. She carried a few extra pounds, but they looked amazing on her. She had a classic hourglass figure with an amazing ass, and what I guessed was at least a D cup breast. She had long black hair that flowed down her back and ended at her waistline. Her skin was pale, but glowed. The contrast to her hair accentuating how delicate her skin, and facial features were. She had almond shaped eyes, with a touch of asian heritage in her looks, and full pouty lips.
My reaction to her was almost visceral. It was like the demons I keep inside spoke up all at once, and all wanted the same thing, her. Never have I had such a strong reaction to a woman. I wanted to take her, right there. To claim her as my own. To ravage her, and not stop until she screamed in release, repeatedy. I managed to keep this all inside though and politely took her hand and thanked her for coming. The spark I felt when our hands touched was electrifying, and I believe she felt it too. She flushed and bit her lip, glancing down and then back up at me through her bangs. I politely showed her to the table she would be seated at, and went back to making my daughters day the best it could be.
A short time later when things slowed down, I got to sit down and chat with her over our dinners. She had the sweetest soft voice, and when she smiled it lit up her whole face, with the cutest dimples I've ever seen. She was more than just a pretty face. She was smart and funny, and our conversation just flowed naturally once we were over the initial ackwardness. I found out she lived 2 hours away, and had met my daughter through work phone calls. When the friendship clicked, they had been traveling back and forth every couple weeks to hang out and spend time together. She was slightly older than my daughter Heather at 25, but they just instantly had clicked, and a great friendship had blossomed from there.
At the end of the evening as we were stowing all the gifts from the shower in our families cars, Ashley realized her car had a flat tire. All she had for a spare was a donut, and she had way too far to travel to have that be a safe option. It was too late in the day to get it fixed as everything was closed. My daughters place was only a tiny one bedroom apartment so there was no room there for her. I offered either to put her up for the night in a local hotel, or she could crash at my place, as I had 2 spare bedrooms there. She decided to take me up on my offer of lodging for the night, and I told her I would call my friends shop in the morning and get her car up and fixed.
