Best Present Ever

This was originally supposed to be just one story, but it was a little longer than expected. So I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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It was my 18th birthday and 3 days before my high school graduation when I got the best present I could ask for. My dad flew half way around the world to come to my graduation. My dad was a good looking man. Very nice tan sculpted body, not body builder sculpted but at the age of 45 he had a six pac and firm muscles everywhere, not a bit of fat anywhere. He had his brown hair buzz cut and his ocean blue eyes beamed with life. He surprised me on my birthday when he knocked on the door at 6 in the morning. Now I'm not a morning person at all and for someone to be knocking on my door that early they were going to hear it.

Flinging the front door open I start in on the person on the other side. "Who the hell do you think you are knocking at someone's door at 6 in the morning?" finally looking up I see him standing with the morning sun shining bright behind him.

"Well is that any way to greet your father?"

"Oh my god, daddy, it's so good to see you what are you doing here? When did you get in?" I start asking questions while wrapping my arms around him.

"Well I got in about 20 minutes ago, and I came here to watch my baby girl graduate. It is supposed to be an important day in your life and I wouldn't dare miss it in the world. Since it is your birthday I figured that I would do our traditional birthday breakfast for you and take you to Ihop. Unless I'm too old to be seen out in a restaurant with a beautiful young woman now."

"Now daddy you are not old and it has been 4 years since we spent my birthday together I thought you would forget about our breakfast every year."

He pulled me at arm's length away and gave me a look that I never seen from him before.

"I could never forget about you, or our traditions. Just because I stopped loving your mother does not mean I ever stopped loving you. I love you more than you know and now you are a grown, beautiful woman. Now go get dressed and let me take you out to breakfast."

Running up the stairs to my room I get dressed. I slip on my white short shorts; they are my favorite because they accent my long legs. A baby blue cami and a white button up shirt but I left the buttons undone. I put on a little bit of clear lip gloss, some black eyeliner to really make my blue eyes pop. I pull my long light brown hair back into a pony tail. I slip on my sandals and head back down stairs to my dad.

By the time I got down there mom was up. She was none to please that dad was in the house but she just glared at him. When I came down the steps she just looked at me and shook her head and walked into the kitchen. I follow her in there and she is standing at the coffee pot crying.

"Mom what is wrong with you? Why are you crying and why are you so mad that dad is here? He is here for my birthday and graduation."

"Do you know why he left? No you don't. He left because he found some young girl to mess around with and never worried about his wife at home. So I gave him what he wanted. I wouldn't let him have his cake and eat it too. So I kicked him out, and I don't want you going with him because you look just like the girl he was messing around with. I'm worried he is going to hurt you. But you are a grown woman and you can do whatever you want, but I'm telling you this now, if he hurts you or wants things from you don't come to me because I won't hear it." She turned her back to me to pour her another cup of coffee.

"Mom that is sick he is my father, I would never do anything with dad. Even if he did do that to you if you were not such a prude bitch then he wouldn't have to find some from somewhere else. It was your fault he wasn't here for the past 4 years, it was your fault." I yell at her and I leave the house with my dad right behind me. I get in his car and left to go get breakfast.

The 10 minute drive to Ihop was very quiet, not a single word was spoken by both of us. Once we got there we got our table and ordered our food. I got a my favorite, blueberry pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream on top and a glass of orange juice. Dad got regular pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream and a side of bacon with coffee. After we ordered I knew something was bugging him because he wouldn't look at me for more than 5 seconds without looking away.

"What is it dad? I know you have something to say and I know you heard me and mom earlier"

"You really shouldn't be so hard on your mom. What she said was true. I did have an affair with a younger woman, a lot younger. It is not all her fault as to why I'm no longer with you anymore. She is just trying to look out for you."

"Dad she thinks that you will try to do something with me because of the past. I know what you did, I'm not that stupid and I know who it was with. I also know she does look kind of like me. While I always wondered why you had an affair with someone who looks like me is beyond me but you are a grown man and you have your reasons. Mom still should have put out more then maybe you wouldn't have had to find some from somewhere else."

"I'm worried if you knew the answer to that then you would see me in a different way. I know that you could understand but I don't want you to be afraid of me or think of me differently."

"Dad, I could never look at you differently. You have your secrets and I have mine. You can tell me if you want too, but you don't have too." Just then the waitress brought us our breakfast and dad waited to say anything until she left.

"I had an affair with the girl I did because she looked the way your mother did when she was your age, you look the way your mother does when she was your age. You have to understand that when you started developing you looked more and more like your mom did. With your mother, as you say, not putting out my attractions toward you grew more and more. While I fought it with you, I had to turn that attention somewhere else. So I found a girl that looked almost like you and had an affair with her for a year and half. When your mother found out she kicked me out, because I was still feeling the way I was toward you I moved to China."

We sat there and ate out breakfast it was a good five minutes before I ever said anything and I could tell that it was starting to get to dad. He was literally squirming in his seat.

"I understand what you are saying and it doesn't creep me out as much as you think it might. You see you're not the only one who has fantasies." I said as low as I could but still loud enough for him to barely hear me.

"I see. And can you explain to me about that. You must know I would never have this conversation with you but you are an adult now and if for any reason you don't want to continue this conversation then we can stop."

I take a few more bites of my pancakes before I push them away. "I don't mind having this conversation but can we go somewhere else where there are less people to hear me talking about this to my father."

"Sure. You ready to go?" With a nod of my head he gets the check and pays the bill and we walk out and get in the car. "Where do you want to go and talk?"

"Go to the park on Hellifax. There is a spot that I like to go to and think or write in my journal."

Dad drove there and again the car ride was silent. Once we got there, he followed me to my favorite spot. I wasn't expecting to be out here and I'm wearing the wrong kind of shoes but we walk the hidden path and make it to my thinking rock in the middle of the woods. It was a big rock sitting literally in the middle of a circle of trees.

"Ok so now that we are here do you still want to tell me, you don't have to if you don't want to you know."

"Dad when I was younger and first starting to become interested in boys, there was one person in particular that I was interested in. I knew that I shouldn't have thought what I was thinking, I knew that it was wrong but I couldn't help it." I said while I was looking at the moss covered ground.

"Baby girl, look at me." He put his figure under my chin and moved my head up to look him in his eyes. He used his thumb to wipe away a single tear that I unknowingly let fall. Why am I crying, this is just ridiculous.

"You know that I will always love you no matter what. I always have and always will." After he said it he leaned in to kiss me, not on the check but on the lips. I thought it was going to be just a quick peck but his lips lingered on mine. Closing my eyes and following my gut I kiss him back. It was slow and soft, full of passion. His hands held my face and I kept mine in my lap not knowing what I'm supposed to do with them. It seemed like it lasted forever but it was only a matter of seconds.

He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry. I had to taste your lips. I've wanted to for so long, I couldn't resist anymore." He said with a slight smile on his face that told me he wasn't sorry at all.

"Well I hope you liked what you got." I said as I grabbed his face and kissed him as hard as I could. I straddled his lap and he put his hands on my hips so I didn't fall off of him and we made out like two teenagers at prom. We stayed linked together until we needed air to breath.

"I'm sorry about that. I got a little carried away. We were supposed to be talking."

"Ok. What is it you wanted to tell me? I think I said all I needed to." He said with a smirk on his face.

"My fantasies have always been about you. My boyfriends never came close to anything I've ever wanted. I've always thought about you when I masturbated. I know that may sound odd but being the conversation we are having I guess not."

"Sweetheart that doesn't sound weird at all. As I have done the same. Have you ever had sex with any of you boyfriends?"

I shake my head no and look away. I don't want him to think that I never wanted it but I've always wanted to wait and keep myself for him. I don't want him to think badly of me especially if nothing ever happens between us. Although I think it might as I can feel how hard his cock is through his pants as I'm sitting on top of him.

"You don't have to be shy with me, so don't look away from me when you answer a question. Okay. Now, why have you never had sex before?"

This time doing as he said I look him in the eyes but still keeping my voice just above a whisper.

"I wanted to keep myself for you. I never imagined anyone else taking my virginity. My boyfriends have tried but I always told them no."

This response made him smile so big and bright. Without a word he stood up taking me with him, holding me in his arms and starts to walk back to the car. Once we got there he let me down so I could get in. He drove to his hotel but the entire ride he held my hand. He was at one of the better hotels we had in this city. As we walked inside he reluctantly let go of my hand because a lot of people knew we were related. Once at his room he unlocked the door and held it open for me to come in. He shut and locked the door behind him and turned to me.

"Are you sure you want to do this. Once I start, I may not be able to stop." With a nod of my head he closed the distance between us and kissed me. He gently walked be up against the wall to keep me in place. He had his hands roaming my sides and back and my hands were in his very short hair. His hands slid up my sides, over my breast to my shoulders where he gently began to push my over shirt down my arms and letting it pool at my feet. I toed my sandals off and he toed his sneakers off.

He walked me over to the bed with our lips still locked and slowly laid me down to that my legs were bent off the foot of the bed at my knees. Finally releasing my lips from his kiss he slid me up the bed and crawled so he hovered over me. Looking into my eyes he told me how much of a beautiful young woman I had become. With one hand by my head holding himself up he let his other one slowly roam my body from my knee up my side onto my stomach and to my breast. He gently squeezes them and slides his hand down so that his hand rubs my pussy from the outside of my shorts. He puts a little pressure and the feeling set a fire deep inside of me and makes me moan. He leans down to kiss me all the while gently rubbing me. Slowly his hand goes up my tank top to fondle my breast through my bra. Spreading my legs I put them on either side of his hips so he is between my legs.

Sitting me up he slides both hands up my sides under my tank top so he could remove it. Once he has it off he discards it onto the floor by the bed. He pulls the hair tie out of my hair so that my hair flows down and around my shoulders. He tells me he likes my hair better down because it frames my face and makes me look more womanly. He starts to kiss me again with one hand holding my face the other is sliding behind my back to un hook my blue lace bra. He tosses that with my shirt and lays me back down.

He kisses my jaw until he gets to my neck, then trails kisses down my neck to my collar bone to the hollow point in my throat. He kisses down my chest and between the valley of my somewhat small boobs. Licking his way up one of my mounds he latches onto my nipple. This making me moan and my back to arch up off of the bed. He has one hand on my breast that he his sucking, massaging it, while the other is my hip. He is sliding his fingers down the top part of my shorts. He unbuttons the button and slowly lets down the zipper.

He slips his hand inside my shorts and rubs my pussy through my panties. They are soaking wet by now and his light tough makes me moan. His lips move to my other breast as he licks and nips at my nipple. I beg him to give me more, but he refuses saying he wants to take his time and enjoy the gift I have given him and he wants me to enjoy it as well. I pull at his shirt to remove it and with a little bit of help on his part we finally got it off and it joins my clothes on the floor.

I run my hands all over his shoulders and back since I can't get his chest and stomach because he is latched back onto my nipple. He slops his hand down my panties and finds that my pussy is freshly smooth. He lets go of my nipple and whispers in my ear how much he likes it that way and can't wait to taste it. Sitting back on his legs he pulls both my shorts and my panties down and discards them with everything else. He doesn't do anything but just stare at me and I start to turn flush.

"God my baby girl is all grown up. You have the body of a goddess and having you laying here in front of me like this is everything I have dreamed of." He hovers over me again and leans down to kiss me. It was a light kiss that trailed down my jaw to my neck, then my collar bone to between my mounds. He takes each nipple in his mouth again for just a few seconds each then kisses his way down my flat tummy. Once he reaches my belly button he dips his tongue in there and kisses a trail to my mound. I thought he was going to use his mouth on me but instead he moves down to the foot of the bed.

He takes my foot and kisses each toe before he moves to the inside of my ankle. He slowly trails kisses along the inside of my calf to my knee up my thigh to the junction where my hip and pelvic bone meet. He starts all over again with the other foot and leg. The whole time I am squirming around wanting more of him. This time once he got to my mound he lightly ran his tongue over my slit. Putting my legs over his shoulders he began to explore my pussy. Slipping his tongue into my slit he licked and sucked on my inner lips. The tip of his tongue teases my clit and I instantly arch my back off the bed.

"Oh daddy. You make me feel so good. I need you please." I moan. He sticks his tongue in my pussy hole and fucks me with it. "Daddy I'm about to cum." I manage to get out as a whisper. He moves up to my clit and attacks that with vigor. My body starts to convulse as my orgasm hits and gush his face with my juices which he laps up eagerly.

With a sultry look he smiles up at me with his face glistening once my orgasm has subsided. He kisses his way back up my body and finally kisses me on my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue and lips. I've tasted myself before but I taste different when it is combined with his lips. It tastes good. Once he broke the kiss I say one thing to him and he knows exactly what to do.

"It's your turn."