This is my first submission, and I've never written anything much before. Open to constructive criticism!
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She walked in the front door and slammed her bag on the floor. When she first entered she was stomping, but she quickened her pace and soon was running. She ran straight to the living room and up to the easy chair she knew her dad would be lounging in.
She had been dating some idiot kid since her 18th birthday a few months ago and it hadn't been going well the last few days.
He looked up, surprised and his expression immediately drew tighter to concern when he saw his girl crying. She never cries, so he's worried about what could have gotten her so worked up. He opened his arms for a hug, and Jaynie threw herself into them, sobbing into his shoulder as she settled into his lap. He gently smoothed her hair down and kissed her on the forehead. It didn't matter what she was upset about, he was just happy to be there for her.
He let her cry it out a few more minutes and she slowly began to calm down. Her breathing evened out and she was calm and still in his arms. Now that she wasn't upset, Mike couldn't help but notice how good she felt sitting in his lap...
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Mike was a single dad. He had been since Jaynie's mother walked out on them 15 years ago when Jaynie was only 3 to be with another man. He was a manager of a store in a retail chain, and made a very good living for him and his girl.
He and Jaynie had a great relationship. They were both very well adjusted and happy considering they didn't belong to a normal nuclear family. She could always go to her dad if she needed love and support, and he got all the affection he needed back.
Mike did well at work and Jaynie did well in school. A varsity cheerleader at the town's high school, she was an absolute knockout. She had a body from hell (built by the devil himself) with an exaggerated hourglass figure. Her green eyes were always sparkling with her megawatt smile, and everyone said her laugh could make a dead man grin. Most of these traits she got from her mother. Mike always said she inherited the best of both of them. She had his dark hair (though his was beginning to turn to silver), and his hazel eyes sparkled too - with mischief more often than laughter. He was about six feet tall, barrel chested and with large shoulders. He had a very strong presence about him magnified by the way he carried himself. Jaynie always said he walked with purpose, most of his movements were slow and leonine. Everywhere they went women seemed to swoon, and he loved the attention.
He was a troublemaker, in a way that made you want to get swept away into his swashbuckling, cavalier life. She was always ready for adventure and loved to see where her daddy's antics would take them next.
At the end of the day, their relationship was fun and light. She could go to her daddy with anything and knew he would have the strength to protect her from the world.
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He rocked her gently, brushing his fleeting lewd thoughts away. She sniffled and looked up at him, smiling. He smiled back and gently kissed her again on the forehead.
It had been a very long time since they had sat together this way, and Mike couldn't help the attraction to her that surged up with his protective instincts. "Shit," he thought. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He hoped Jaynie would get up soon, he liked the feeling of holding her too much.
Now that she was calm, she began to relax into her daddy's embrace. She never felt so loved or protected than when she was with him. She shuffled slightly to get more comfortable and realized she liked it a little too much... She could feel herself getting aroused, feeling so good being comforted by him. She knew she had to get up but was very reluctant to do so.
He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Feel better now baby girl?" Still hoping she would get up and sit somewhere else.
"Yes daddy, way better. Thank you." She smiled that amazing, bright smile knowing full well how men melted when she did. It was naughty, but he had made her feel so good she felt like returning the favor a tiny bit.
Mike cleared his throat again and laughed nervously, "Well good, I hate to see you upset honey. I hope you can tell me about it when you're ready so I can kill the guy that hurt you so badly."
She shoved him gently and said, "Ugh no way, don't need a homicide charge floating your way. You've done enough just making me feel safe." She giggled and gently rested her hand on his chest. Since when did he feel so good... She wanted to run her hands down his chest, but stopped herself short. Her arousal was ramping up, and she really didn't know what to do. She was very inexperienced. Even though she was amazingly beautiful, she had only ever kissed and fooled around a little bit. Regardless of her naievete, her body seemed to be taking over. She shifted again, gently wiggling on his lap into a very close position. She looked into his eyes and her breath caught at the warmth blossoming deep in her core.
He was affected similarly. As soon as she wiggled around he knew he needed to feel more of her. Slowly, very slowly, he slid his hand down from her shoulder to her hip, easing into a less platonic grip on her body. She felt so good, so soft even in that small motion. His other hand began to tremble, but he reached up and brushed a stand of hair from her face. She was so beautiful, he didn't think twice now about what he was doing.
When he reached up to brush her hair away, she let him. She leaned her head into his palm savoring the feeling of his rough hands on her soft skin. She knew she was a goner now. She felt herself beginning to get wet and knew she would soon be begging him to touch her more. She knew she needed him, so she took the leap and leaned in and kissed him.
He was so taken aback by her kiss... But ultimately knew that was exactly what he wanted. In his shock he had pulled away sightly and paused to look into her beautiful eyes. "I love you baby girl."