All characters are over the age nineteen, and like everything I write this takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about pandemics, std's, or the need for birth control.
These are the same characters from my earlier story Heidi Cums With Daddy. Like that story, this takes place in the last part of 1986.
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My name is Heidi.
My mom died when I was young, and my father raised me by himself, doing an amazing job of being strict without being overbearing, and being involved with my life without being overprotective.
About a month ago when my father was helping me drive my car to college after Thanksgiving, we were caught in a blizzard and forced to spend the night in a cheap motel.
As the snow came down outside, boundaries were crossed inside.
It had been an unexpected stop, and because we didn't have much with us in the way of clothes, we'd ended up sharing the single bed naked, once we got our wet clothes off.
We'd intended to slide in and out of bed and dress and undress in the dark, sleeping that way out of pure necessity.
However a perfect storm of a power failure, the howling wind, and my accidental discovery of his erection had led to a sexually charged and somewhat flirtatious conversation.
And that had led to him eating my pussy in the motel bed, giving me the first orgasm I'd ever had that was caused by someone else.
Within moments of that orgasm he pushed his cock into me, and I discovered new depths of pleasure when he exploded inside me and pumped me full of his hot semen.
Before the night was over he fucked me again, and then again the next night in a nicer hotel room next to my college campus.
A few weeks later I flew home for Christmas, and he picked me up at the airport.
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"Heidi!" he exclaimed, wrapping me up in a bear hug. "It's so great to see you. How was your flight?"
"Not bad." I told him. "Crowded, but that's what I get for flying at this time of the year. I'm just glad to be home for a few weeks."
"How were classes?" he said. "Get through those final few weeks, okay?"
He took the bigger bag from me and led the way towards the parking garage.
"I did." I said. "I was worried about taking too big of a course load, but I think I found a really good rhythm to studying and staying caught up. It helps that I really enjoy the subject matter."
"Great." He said. "I'm really glad you're home."
"Me too Daddy." I said, grinning at him. "I need this break even worse than I needed Thanksgiving."
"I should prepare you," he said, "I haven't decorated a bit for Christmas. I figured you and I could pick out a tree tomorrow morning, and then do some grocery shopping. We can decide what to do for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day later."
"I'm looking forward to it." I told him. "I've missed spending time with you."
He didn't make eye contact with me as we approached the car, and I wondered if he was feeling any regret about our sexual explorations together.
We got my luggage into the back, and then we were on our way.
"What would you like for dinner tonight?" He asked. "We could cook at home or go somewhere. It's your choice."
"Let me cook for you." I said. "I've missed cooking while living in the dorm, and I'm sick of eating out. Do you have the stuff to make spaghetti?"
"I've got all that at the house." He said with a grin. "I was hoping you'd offer while you were home. Maybe you could make some extra sauce and put it in the freezer before you fly back."
"Sure." I said. "If I wrap it, can I consider freezing the sauce to be your Christmas gift?"
"I know you're kidding." He said. "But I'd enjoy your homemade sauce more than just about anything you could buy me."
I asked about my aunt Melanie, and my cousin Janet, and we spent the rest of the ride catching up on family and mutual friends.
As we pulled into the garage he reached out and put his hand on mine.
"Thanks for coming home Heidi." He said softly. "Even if it's awkward, I'm glad you're here."
"Awkward?" I whispered.
"Sure." He said, opening his door and getting out of the car. "After what happened when I dropped you off a few weeks ago, I was afraid you might deal with it by avoiding me and choosing to not deal with it."
I got out and helped him get my luggage out of the trunk.
"How exactly do you think we should deal with it?" I asked, as we went into the kitchen.
"I don't know." He said. "I've been trying to figure that out for weeks."
"What exactly needs to be dealt with?" I asked.
"What happened during the blizzard." He said softly.
"Do you regret it?" I asked him.
"I'm not sure." He said. "How do you feel about it?"
"I think if we really regretted it, we wouldn't have done it twice that night. Or again the next night." I said, putting my arms around him. "Want to know how I think we should handle it?"
"How?" he asked.
"We love each other don't we?" I asked. "It doesn't have to be romantic and weird. It just means that we can celebrate a special connection that most people don't get to have."
"So you think what we did was okay?" he asked.
"Better than okay." I whispered, standing on my tiptoes to look up into his eyes. "What we shared was fucking beautiful Daddy."
We stood like that for a moment, and then in an instant the hug changed. His hands didn't really move, but he stopped holding me in a comforting way, and pulled me tighter, and suddenly there was physical need in the hug.
And becoming aware of his physical need seemed to awaken something deep inside my own body.
I closed my eyes as he lowered his mouth to mine, and I put my hand to the small of his back and slid it down into his pants against his tailbone as his tongue probed into my mouth.
I moaned softly and felt his hands move down my back, and then they were on my ass and I hopped up and wrapped my legs around him, and his mouth went to my neck and sucked.
"Jesus Heidi." He groaned. "What are you doing to me?"
"Being with you Daddy." I moaned. "All of you. All the way."
He carried me into the living room, and suddenly we were on the couch, with him sitting underneath me.
I lifted my sweater over my head and pulled my bra off with it, and he put his hands on my breasts and I moved against him, feeling his erection press against me through his pants.
I put my hands on his head and held him tenderly, as he pulled my body close and began to kiss my stomach.
His mouth kissed along my skin, moving to the underside of my breast, and I closed my eyes as erotic warmth pulsed through me.
He kissed my tender flesh for a long time, his mouth working slow and hot against my swollen breast, my nipple getting harder and harder as his mouth worked towards it, causing me to tremble.
He licked with his tongue between kisses, his mouth getting closer to my areola with each passing minute.
Just when he was a hair away from making contact, he cupped my breast and moved his mouth to my other one, starting over.
I leaned against him, his arm strong around my back as I writhed in his lap, squirming and moaning as his hot breath played against my skin and his tongue danced closer and closer to my aching nipple.
At long last his mouth latched onto my pink nipple, and I put my head back and groaned, running my fingers through his hair while his mouth caused my simmering sexual tension to gather momentum inside of me.
And then he picked me up again, and I wrapped my legs around him and kissed his forehead as he carried me upstairs to his bedroom. But we didn't go to his bedroom. He carried me up a second flight of stairs to the third floor.
With my legs around him, we went into my old bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and leaned over to kiss me again, his tongue and lips probing against mine as I pulled at his shirt and worked to undo the buttons.
With his shirt open I ran my fingers through his chest hair and moaned into his mouth, wrapping my legs around him again and thrilling at the feel of his body against mine.
He started to kiss my neck and I pushed my hands around inside the shirt to his back.
"Oh Daddy." I whispered. "I love you. I love you so much."
"I love you too Heidi." He said, standing up and taking his shirt completely off.
With the late afternoon light pouring through the windows I stared at the telltale bulge in his pants.
"Show me your cock Daddy." I said.
I was anxious to see the erection of the man I loved more than anything in the world.
I hadn't been a virgin when he fucked me in that motel room, but his was the only erection that had ever made me cum.
In fact, my Daddy had made me orgasm with both his cock and his mouth.
He unzipped his pants and then undid the button, before pushing them and his underwear to the floor. When he stood up his cock pointed at me and I felt a pulse of anticipatory warmth move through my cunt.
He reached for my pants and grabbed the front snap, undoing them and pulling them open.
I lifted my hips from the bed and helped him pull them off, and then we were both naked, both of us starting to breathe a little heavier in anticipation of the pleasure that awaited us.
I reached down and brushed my fingers along his cock.
"Can I taste it Daddy?" I whispered.
"Do you want to do that?" He asked me.
I nodded, looking into his eyes, feeling his cock throb in my hand.
"I've never done that before." I admitted. "Can I try it with you?"
"You can try anything with me that you want to Heidi." He said softly, stroking my cheek with his fingers.
I kissed him again, and then slid down the bed, kissing his chest and belly as I went lower, settling between his legs and giving each of his thighs a quick kiss, before letting my face hover inches from his cock.
I stared with unchecked lust, fascinated at how beautiful his engorged arousal looked. I took it in my hand, feeling how hot and hard it was, squeezing it in my fingers and feeling it throb with need.
I looked up at him, and discovered that he was staring down at me, watching me hold his erection an inch from my face as I panted with need.
"What should I do Daddy?" I whispered. "I've never done this before."
