I wanted to do this story a little different and create two sides; the father's side and Tashia's side. As I started writing the story I realized I was left wondering how the other was feeling. When writing the father's perspective everything began centering on Tashia and I wanted to expand more on her. I hope you all enjoy this story. It was an EXTREMELY erotic experience writing this and much of the story is based on my interaction and inspiration with a friend of mine who was VERY inspiring for this story. While much of this is fantasy, a good deal is based on our mutual thoughts, desires, fantasies, and interaction with each other ... thank you Tashia!!!
*
(Daddy)
As I sat at my desk sifting through different acceptance letters I didn't want to believe it, but soon she would be gone. Not out of my life mind you, but off to college and her first time being away from home. Reluctantly I would have to cut the proverbial "apron strings", officially releasing my daughter Tashia to the world. Granted I knew this day was coming but it was still hard to bear. She was the typical "Daddy's girl" through and through; sheltered, innocent, curious. The fact that she melted me in a heartbeat was the biggest of my worries. If she had that effect on me, how would the boys at school react to her?
She always had the uncanny ability to make me drop what I was doing and tend to her every whim. Not that she took advantage of it mind you, her requests were always genuine, but it was due to the fact that I raised her on my own since she was very young. In short, her mother left us to pursue career opportunities in Europe and felt having a family would be too much of a strain on her. At first she made return trips home to see Tashia but soon those became more infrequent, leaving me to play the role of Mom
and
Dad. At first it was hard on both of us but soon the bond became evident and almost inseparable.
Watching her grow up through the school years had been a blessing in disguise and my life revolved around her. As the years went by, she changed from a quirky adolescent to grown woman with a level head on her shoulders. She was everything a proud father could ever want in a daughter; incredibly beautiful, smart, determined, adventurous ... did I mention beautiful? She definitely took after her mother when it came to genetics.
Her mother was part Asian and blessed with subtle exotic features, long dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, flawless skin, captivating smile, and a dynamic although flirtatious personality. We met in college and our sex life was always beyond incredible. She was always very spontaneous and adventurous and her sexual appetite seemingly never satisfied. I, of course, benefited from it until her career became more important and our time together grew shorter.
To say Tashia was an exact image of her mother would be an understatement. If you were to hold a picture of my 18 year old daughter and her mother when we met in college, you would think they were twins. At times, I'll admit, I had to realize it was my daughter I was looking at and not my ex-wife. I could rationalize it in my mind but trying to convince my cock was an entirely different matter.
I sighed once more but had to smile in spite of myself. Although the time for letting her go was approaching at least I knew she wanted to spend the rest of the summer with me before she left. I was also glad she decided she wanted to stay in state and go to the University of Oregon; a duck. I laughed to myself, "She'll look cute in green in yellow."
A "ping" from my computer speakers brought me back to reality as I glanced up at the screen; a Skype video from Tashia blinked. It was amazing how quickly my face lit up whenever she called, messaged, or came into a room.
"Hey Daddy!" she said excitedly.
Instinctively I activated my Skype video, "Hey baby! How's my little girl doing?"
"I'm good Daddy. I was just in the mall doing some shopping and thought I'd message you."
Off to the side of her I could see a mountain of shopping bags already. Not that I minded of course. I tended to spoil her and it made me happy to do so; on the other hand, she spoiled me by being a wonderful daughter and taking care of things around our home.
"I can tell you've already done quite a bit of shopping already," I laughed.
She glanced over to the bags and smiled shyly, looking up at me underneath her big brown eyes, "I hope you're not mad Daddy. There were a lot of sales going on and I
tried
to bargain shop."
Sensing her regret I quickly replied. "It's ok baby. Daddy's fine with that." I didn't want her to think I was upset. "I know you need a lot of things before you take off for college. I think Daddy tends to spoil you."
A broad smile etched into her face, "You do Daddy but I love you for that! You take such good care of me." Subconsciously she hooked a long strand of hair behind her ear.
"So tell me princess, how much damage did you do?" I asked playfully.
Casting her eyes down she bit her lip then looked back up, "Promise you won't be mad?"
"She always melts me when she does that,"
I thought to myself. "Of course princess, Daddy won't be mad.
"I spent about $325 Daddy."
I was pleasantly surprised, "That's all?"
Her eyes brightened as she excitedly replied, "Does that mean I can buy more stuff?"
I held up my hands in feigned surrender and laughed, "No no baby, that's good enough for now as long as you bought what you needed."
She pouted her lip, "Ok Daddy. There was just one more little thing though."
"Uh oh here we go. What is it?"
"I think I might need a new laptop." Her expression changed to that of a child waiting for a scolding.
I leaned forward and rubbed my chin lightly, thinking. "What's wrong with the one you have?"
"I think there's something wrong with it," she replied. "It's not running right."
I knew she had taken computer classes before but there were some things even the younger generation needed help with. "I'll check it for you baby."
She smiled brightly, "Thank you Daddy! I love my laptop and I'll need it for school."
"How much longer until you start heading home?"
"I'm heading home in a little while Daddy is that ok?"
"Ok baby. Just give me a call if anything comes up. I'll start looking at your computer and fix it for you before you get home."
She playfully kissed at the camera, "I love you Daddy!"
My heart smiled in return, "I love you too babygirl."
After closing Skype I logged of the computer and headed down the hallway to Tashia's room. Walking into her room I smiled to myself; I loved how tidy she was. Everything had its place and purpose ... something she
