Note from Author: first of all, thanks so much for all of the encouraging comments and emails from the first two chapters. Special thanks to ameliaplaying for your very encouraging comments. It's wonderful to read about how much the progression of my little tale is being enjoyed.
Note 2: I have seen a few comments about when the "baby bump" might be coming. We aren't quite there yet, but don't worry, its coming.
Note 3: Obviously this is a continuation from chapter 1 and 2, so if you haven't read those, you might want to read them first.
When we pulled into Brittany's favorite pizza place, I glanced over at her, seeing this incredibly excited smile on her face. She was more giddy than I had ever seen her before. Now, Brittany was always excited when we came to eat here, but this time, something seemed different about her. As I parked, I thought about what might be going through that litte head of hers and decided I just had to know.
"Pumpkin," I questioned, smiling at her, "you seem awful excited about lunch. What gives?"
Brittany turned to me, flashing that sweet, innocent little smile that always melts me instantly. "Well, its just," she paused briefly, as if searching for just the right words. "I guess its just because its just you and me Daddy. And..." she paused again, her expression becoming a bit more nervous. "Well, see, this sort of feels like we're on a real date, Daddy."
Man, did this girl know just how to get to me, or what?
"I feel the same way Pumpkin," I responded quickly, hoping to reassure her that her feelings matched mine perfectly. "And its been the best date Daddy has ever had."
Brittany's face lit up in a way I cannot adequately describe. There was definitely a good deal of excitement in her expression, but there was so much more. Then, her smile altered slightly as this wicked, naughty little grin formed on her lips.
"Oh just wait Daddy," she purred at me, "the best part of our date is yet to come."
Smiling, I exited the car and walked around to the passenger side, opening Brittany's door for her to get out. Like the naughty little minx she had transformed into, as she got out, she made sure that she did so in a way that exposed her delectable little pussy to my view. All I could do was smile and groan this desperate, hungry groan.
"You keep doing stuff like that Pumpkin," I began, "and Daddy is going to have to take you right here in the parking lot."
Brittany giggled as she closed her legs and stepped out of the car, looking innocently at me. "Whatever do you mean Daddy," she teased, naively at me.
"You know exactly what I mean," I responded, swatting her firmly on her bottom as we walked towards the restaurant entrance.
As I opened the door, wonderful aromas filled our nostrils and Brittany let out this excited little moan. "Mhmmm, I love this place so much Daddy. Thank you!" As she spoke, she latched herself onto my arm and we walked in, looking like one of those adorable couples who just seem to be so deeply in love. Which, if we weren't there yet, I knew, well, I guess we both knew, we were getting there quickly.
When the hostess approached us, Brittany seemed to become a little nervous, and tucked herself closer to me; almost as if she was hiding from the woman. This seemed a little odd for a couple of reasons.
One, I had never really seen her act that shy or nervous around people. It wasn't like she went out of her way to talk to strangers, but we had been to this place dozens of times, and I had never noticed Brittany acting this way before.
Secondly, it was the exact opposite of how she reacted to the saleswoman in the adult store we had just left. Although as I thought back, even to that lady, Brittany's voice had a degree of timidity to it. But once they began talking, Brittany seemed to relax a bit.
I shook it off as the hostess lead us to a booth that I was pleased to see was at least semi-private; tucked back in one corner of the restaurant. Brittany slide into the booth and I slid in beside her, which caused her to smile a lot, as she latched back onto my arm and leaned her head on my shoulder.
The hostess asked what we'd like to drink and I felt Brittany staining up against me. She pulled herself up close and whispered in my ear.
"Can I get one of those Mango drinks, please Daddy," she begged sweetly into my ear.
"Sure Pumpkin," I replied, waiting for her to tell the young woman what she wanted. When she didn't speak, I decided I better order for her. I still didn't know a lot about what Brittany called "littles" but I made a mental note to look into it a bit more; later of course.
I ordered Brittany's Mango drink, and as I always do here, I got a local craft beer from the ridiculous selection of on tap beers this place was known for.
Brittany and I talked for a bit, Brittany seeming to relax more as we did, before our waitress came back with our drinks in her hand and asked us if we'd had time to look at the menu.
As soon as our waitress started speaking, I felt Brittany nuzzle herself back against me. I'm not sure how to explain this, but the way she clung to me like that, well, it just seemed so right to me. Like she was terrified and she knew the only safe place she had, was being as close to me as possible. Honestly, it made me feel so wonderful, knowing that my Pumpkin felt so safe in her Daddy's arms.
We didn't need a menu. I already knew exactly what to order. The same pizza that we always ordered when we came here. This thin crust, pepperoni loaded, monstrosity, with extra, extra cheese. Brittany's favorite!
Brittany squeezed my arms as I ordered and giggled a bit. When the waitress walked away Brittany leaned in again, whispering to me.
"You always know just what I want, don't you Daddy," she cooed innocently in my ear.
My entire body shivered as I felt her breath on me as she whispered. My god this girl had some kind of power over me. Some way of speaking, smiling, or just looking at me that left me feeling completely powerless to resist her. Despite knowing that I was the one in control, part of me also knew that, at least some of the power in our relationship, rested behind those beautiful eyes and that adorable smile.
My hand lowered to her thigh, sliding under the table and up her skirt, just high enough to almost touch the very edge of her lips.
I squeezed!
She moaned!
Smiling, I looked over at her. "Daddy knows exactly what you want, and what you need Pumpkin."
She melted! It was written all over her face. I could see it in her eyes. I could feel it in the way she clung to me. I could hear it in the tone of her voice as she spoke. She was mine! Completely, totally, 100% mine; and I was hers. Now I just had to figure out how in the world we were going to keep this going.
We sipped our drinks and talked, my hand never leaving her thigh, until the waitress returned a bit later with our pizza. As soon as she walked away, Brittany let go of my arm and dove in. Man, she loved this place.
A couple times, as we were eating, she'd get a little sauce or pepperoni grease, globbed up at the corner of her mouth. Instead of telling her about it, I simply took a napkin and cleaned it off of her. I'm not really sure why I did that, but the first time I did, Brittany just sat there staring at me with this, almost bewildered expression. She was looking at me as if what I had just done was the single greatest thing anyone had ever done for her. And truthfully, I think she was now being a bit messy on purpose, just to get me to keep doing it.
Once again, I found myself pondering the thoughts of these "daddy" and "little" dynamics that seemed to be coming, so naturally, from both of us. After a moment of thinking about it, I decided it was best to stop over-thinking it and just let it happen, as it seemed to be doing so flawlessly on its own.
I ate, some. Mostly I just sat there watching Brittany eat. She was so happy and I found it completely adorable, watching the way she reacted to each bite of her favorite pizza and each sip of that Mango drink she loved so much. She was giddy, giggly, so adorably cute as she enjoyed her favorite meal. But finally, lunch was over.
After paying for our lunch, we headed for the door, but I stopped us before we got there.
"Pumpkin, you should probably go to the little girls room," I said, nodding my head towards the bathrooms. "We've got a pretty good drive to get back home."
"You're so smart Daddy," Brittany replied, pushing herself up on her toes and kissing my cheek. "I'll be right back."
"Probably a good idea for you too," I thought to myself.
A few moments later we were back in the car and headed home. As soon as we were back on the interstate, Brittany began wiggling around in her seat, and smiling at me mischievously.
"Something wrong Pumpkin," I questioned her as I drove.
"Umm, well, you know," she cooed at me. Her words seemed nervous and choppy, as if she was almost afraid to finish her sentence. "I just thought, you know, since we had ummm, well, so much fun, on the way up here..." Her words trailed off and she sat there staring those sweet, pouty eyes at me, with that sensual little bottom lip puckered out.
I knew what she wanted, but I decided this time, it was my turn to enjoy the ride.
I took one hand off the steering wheel and moved it to her lips, tracing them delicately with my fingers. "I want this," I said in a slightly gruff tone, as I pushed a single finger into her mouth. Slowly I removed it from her between her lips, not speaking at first, and rested it on my crotch. "Right here," I concluded.
