After the incident at the coffee shop I disassociated almost completely. It was likely a coping mechanism. I don't remember how the date with Andy ended. I don't remember much of anything really. I was sleepwalking through the next couple hours, going through the motions until I found myself parked back in my garage.
I went inside and remember telling my daughter Mia I had a migraine and I was going to lay down. My wife and girls knew I would get migraines from time to time and understood that when they got really bad it was best to leave me be and let me rest as much as possible. They checked in on me from time to time and I would reassure them I was alright. In truth I was far from it. Andy had broken something in me. Or perhaps she'd awoken something in me. Something that had been sleeping for a very long time. I spent the next several days in bed staring off into space, replaying what happened in the back of the coffee shop over and over.
Every time I recounted the events, I remembered more details. Andy's eyes as she studied my reaction to her words, reading me like a book. The little purring sounds she made when she first felt my erection through my pants. Her innocent voice leading her own father down a dark path as she quietly jacked me off into her palm. Every detail. Over and over on a loop.
It was a disgusting act, but deep down I had to reconcile that part of me loved the depravity of it. Andy's seduction was extremely sophisticated. She used my instincts as a father to subvert my defenses. She literally had me in the palms of her hands. "Do you love me, Dad?" That question repeating in mind. The despair and desire mixing like drugs in my head. I was spiraling.
*****
A few days had passed when my phone buzzed. It was a message from Andy and my heart was instantly in my throat. The endless hours of replaying the act in my head had conditioned me. My cock was already pulsing and swelling with blood under the covers. Her text read, "Hi Dad. Haven't heard from you in awhile. I just wanted to let tell you that I had so much fun on our coffee date."
I ran my fingers up and down my length as I read her words. The memories of what occurred had finally begun to recede, but her message brought them into sharp focus again. My lust, a dark prisoner finally awake after all of these years, was now fighting for control. I could feel it. A debt was owed for Andy's transgression and whatever this thing inside me was, it was intent on collecting. I wanted to stop pulling on myself. I wanted to delete the text thread and block her number. But I didn't. I just laid there and stroked my cock for her.
A minute or two passed and then another buzz, "I think next time I should come over to your place. I want to see where you live. What do you think?" A few seconds later she sent a full body selfie. She was standing in a mirror in just white cotton panties, a pink collar and a long chain leash hanging down between her small breasts. She knew exactly what she was doing and it was working.
I came immediately, milking my sperm out all over my belly and down the back of my fingers. But this time I didn't feel ashamed. I felt relief. Giving into my need for Andy was liberating. For the first time in a long time I didn't hate myself. I didn't want to stop. I was cursed. Simply fulfilling some perverted prophecy that had been set in motion long ago. There was nothing I could do to stop it or slow it down. The die had been cast.
I cleaned myself up and took a shower. The hot water felt restorative, like it was washing away all of my sins. My head was finally clear, and I thought about Samantha and girls. I meditated on my love for my family and it felt good. I missed them. I finished up, got dressed and headed downstairs for the first time in days.
"Dad!" That word shot electricity through me, "Haven't seen you in awhile. How are you feeling, stranger?" Liz hopped up from her spot on the couch and gave my a big hug. I put my arms around her and squeezed her tightly. Liz was 20 and in her Junior year at Cherokee State. She was on a Soccer scholarship and studied Criminal Psychology. Liz stood about 5'5" with a slim waist and an athletic lower body. She got her blue eyes from me and her dirty blonde hair from her mother. She and Mia both technically lived in the dorms on campus, but spent most of their time at our home.
