Being a single father is no easy job, especially to a teenage girl. There is always the constant "drama" associated with adolescent girls. There is also the issue of boys and dating and who is right for your little girl but probably the hardest thing of all is realizing that your once sweet innocent darling little "princess" is not so little any more and grows up before your very eyes and one day becomes a lovely charming voluptuous sensual young woman.
It is especially difficult when you haven't been raising her her whole life but you get her when she is in her teenage years undergoing puberty and blossoming into womanhood. That is when I was reunited with my sweet loving Stella, at the sweet age of 15.
Stella's mother Roxanne and I divorced when Stella was 7 and because Roxanne had better lawyers than I did, she got custody and I was allowed to see her one weekend a month and 3 weeks in the summer then that changed and visitation was stopped because she move 4 states away and Roxanne didn't want Stella going that far and I couldn't afford to see her because I was struggling to get back on my feet financially.
This happened when Stella was nine and it took me three long years working my ass off and going to night school to finish my computer degree and I finally got a job when Stella turned twelve. I had to work 3 long years to where I was making a comfortable enough living to pay child support and afford a decent place to live besides my one room efficiency "bachelor" type apartment.
I was pulling in about 42 grand a year after taxes the year I got Hannah and had saved up to buy a ten year old two bedroom one bath white wooden frame house in a nice neighborhood in the "old town" section of the city that was undergoing urban renewal.
I was finally on my feet financially at the age of 39 and had crawled out of the stifling oppressive debt I had accumulated when I was younger and that had been holding me back from enjoying life. I now began dating and even underwent a vasectomy so I could enjoy the benefits of sex without the complications of unwanted pregnancy because I DID NOT want to have to pay child support for another 18-21 years.
I got Stella in late March just after she turned 15. Roxanne and her boyfriend were tragically killed by a drunk driver and since Stella had no other living relatives besides me, the court had no choice but to award custody of Stella to me.
I remember it like yesterday, Stella arrived at the train station early on a Saturday morning and I hardly recognized her. My sweet little princess was not little any longer but now was a strikingly beautiful voluptuous young woman with honey golden blonde hair put up in pig tails and had the "Cindy Brady" look going.
We drove home and Stella talked constantly telling me all about her life with her mother but she confided in me that she was glad to be out from under her mom's "oppressive iron fist" as she called it and to be living with me.
I told her that there would be some ground rules but they would be reasonable and we would work them out together I also told her because my house was small that we had to share a bath but she would have her own room but it would be connected to the bath. She was fine with that just as long as she could be with me.
Over the next three years we would have a good life together and bond together like most fathers and daughters do. In school she became very popular and was involved in sports like soccer and volley ball. She also was an honor student and by the time she graduated, she was at the top of her class, the class valedictorian.
Stella would also get involved with Wicca and new age stuff and considered herself a "Neo-Pagan," what ever that was. She burned incense candles and wore pagan and Wiccan jewelry at home and dressed that way even at school
Stella had such an out going and Gregarious personality that event the "regular" students who normally look down on "Goth types" befriended her and overlooked her beliefs and she even became popular
This popularity manifested itself in different ways. She was SGA president her senior year as well as she could have any pick of boys she wanted . I had the "talk" with her when she turned 16 and she confided she was still a virgin and was waiting for the love of the right man and I must say I was secretly relieved.
I would watch Stella grow up before my eyes and mature into a young woman and by her 18th birthday she had blossomed into a sexy young woman and we began to see each other differently. The walls of separation would begin to slowly come down between us and we would see each other as more as potential lovers rather than just plain father and daughter.
It would be Stella that made the first move. At eighteen, Stella now stood 5'11" tall weighed about 140 pounds with shoulder length honey golden blonde hair, enticing and piercing crystal ice blue eyes, full red pouty lips and a smoking hot sexy curvaceous 36D-24-34 figure. In short Stella was everyman's dream a nice slender body with big tits.
I know it sounds bad for a father to say this about his daughter but what is a guy to do when his little girl prances around the house wearing little or nothing at all and allows herself to be seen naked when most people would exhibit some form of reasonable modesty.
Now sharing a bathroom and living in such close quarters it was more than likely that one of us would see the other naked on occasion. There were times when I would walk in her room and she would be changing and I would say "excuse me" and close the door back until she put on a t-shirt and then she would open the door and I would talk to her or she would see me come out of the shower and she would cover her eyes until I put a towel around my waist then she would uncover her eyes, but after Stella turned 18 that all changed. The modesty between us all but disappeared.
It happened slowly. Stella would begin to walk around skimpily dressed in an open waist length top and black, red or lavender lace thong style panties and matching thigh high stockings and garters.
The tops were usually a white waist length see through lace robe, a black or red Komodo she got at the flea market, or one of my old light blue long sleeve long sleeve Oxfordยฎ shirts that I was going to give away but instead she began wearing them.
Also when I would be showering and stepped out naked, she no longer covered her eyes but instead acted like it was no big deal and even smiled approvingly. Now at 42 I was still handsome. I stood 5'11" weighed about 175 with a six pack abs and a well toned muscular body from working out and playing racquetball.
We would also begin getting ready together in the bathroom. I would be naked shaving at the sink and Stella would be naked and come in and since it was sort of a close bathroom our bodies would sometimes touch. She would squeeze by me and would begin rubbing her body next to mine her cunt up against my ass.
I must say it felt good having her up against me like that and she enjoyed it to and she would play it for what it was worth and soon would hug me and pull her warm soft naked body to mine and put my her arms around my waist and I would do the same to her and when I did more often than not my cock would bulge and poke her pussy from behind but Stella would just smile and enjoy the feeling.
Even though Stella and I had this "open" relationship, she would still see boys and as a good father I pretended I didn't mind but secretly deep down I wanted her for myself but I loved and respected her so I kept my feelings to myself.
Of all the boys she say, there was this one particular boy I didn't trust and I didn't like. There was something about him that wasn't quite right. I had seen it before and then it came to me; He was "plastic" or what you could call a phony two faced bastard, in that he had a fake personality in order to get what he wanted and what he wanted was to take advantage of Stella sexually to get his conquest and move on.
I lovingly warned Stella about him but did not ban her from seeing him. I could tell she was taken by him and I was afraid if I forbade the relationship she would just run off with him an I would lose my princess.
She seemed completely taken by him and thought he was the best thing that walked the earth even considered him to be "the one" until one fateful night things would change and our bond would become stronger and we would cross the line from regular father daughter and would "consummate" our union as lovers.
It was a Wednesday night during her Spring break and Stella came home crying from a date she had and went running to her room. I put down the book I was reading turned off the stereo and walked back to her room and knocked on the door.
"Stella honey are you okay," I said as I knocked.