Larissa could hardly breathe. Her face went burning hot in an instant, and her eyes filled up with moisture as she sat across the table watching the smile quickly fade from her father's handsome face. His announcement that he was planning to ask Stacy to marry him was meant to be happy news, but it wasn't. For her, it was the worst possible thing he could have said. Not that his news surprised her very much, but it was the last thing she wanted to hear.
The eighteen-year-old brunette could barely move. She just stared at him wondering how he could be so clueless. Obviously, this dinner at a much fancier than usual restaurant was not the special occasion she'd been hoping for. It was supposed to be their time. One of the sweet dinner dates her father took her out on every few weeks ever since her mother had left them five years ago.
This was their first father/daughter date night since school ended last month, and Larissa had imagined a much different kind of celebration now that she was free for the summer. She'd even put on a special dress just for him, with a daringly short, ruffled hemline. She knew her father loved looking at her legs even if he never said so. He loved looking at her boobs, too, even if they weren't as big as Stacy's.
Whenever she caught her father looking at her in that certain way he always pretended not to, it made her young skin feel warm to the touch and her heart always raced a little. It made her feel beautiful and important. He didn't even know how much she went out of her way to encourage him to look, always wearing outfits at home that showed off the girl's finest assets.
Then Stacy had to come along. Larissa hated that the blonde was so pretty, too. The young brunette knew she was pretty enough, but she felt like her glasses made her look like a nerd. Still, there was something in her father's eyes for her that he never had for Stacy. So, when he asked her out to dinner the day before, Larissa was hoping it was because her father knew it was time to take their relationship to a new level. She'd gotten so excited thinking about it that she disappeared into her room and spent the longest time rubbing her pussy while imagining herself and her dad finally becoming the lovers they were always meant to be.
Now he was saying he was going to marry that air-head. She'd be Larissa's stepmother and she was barely even ten years older.
After taking care of her father day in and day out for the last five years - cooking meals for him, cleaning the house, waiting on him when he was sick - he was just going to give himself to that slut he'd barely known for six months. The girl had kept quiet about her father's girlfriends for his sake. Her mother had broken his heart and she knew it made him feel good to go out with good looking younger women. But eventually Larissa came to the conclusion that she didn't trust any other girl to love her father the way he deserved. If even her mother could leave him, what would some other woman do? Even Stacy.
But now Larissa felt like everyone in the restaurant was staring at her. She couldn't form words and the room felt like it was closing in on her. Suddenly she started crying and shot up from her seat to run out of the restaurant without a word.
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Tom sat at the table in shock as he watched Larissa run up the sidewalk past the restaurant windows. He couldn't comprehend his daughter's reaction to his announcement. Why wasn't she excited for him? Didn't she want him to be happy? What if she decided go away to college? He couldn't imagine she wanted him to be alone.
The man was crestfallen. He only wanted to make his beautiful daughter happy, too. He didn't want her worrying about him when the time came for her to leave the nest and make a life of her own. Maybe it was because of the way her mother had walked out years before, but there was never a more loving or devoted daughter than Larissa. How could he not want the best for her?
It seemed natural for a girl to feel some jealousy over a situation like theirs, but Larissa's reaction was totally unexpected.
Tom hurriedly fished a wad of cash out of his wallet and threw it on the table as he rushed out of the restaurant after his distraught daughter. He had to know what was wrong. It killed him to think of hurting his sweet, precious girl in any way, and he knew he had to do whatever it took to see that sweet, loving smile on her face once again.
He rushed up the sidewalk in the same direction Larissa had gone, but she wasn't anywhere in sight. He walked all the way around the mall the restaurant they'd been in was part of, but she was nowhere to be found.
Tom went into the mall, but it was crowded with people so he pulled his phone out of his suitcoat pocket and started calling his daughter's number. As he wandered through the mall, he hit the girl's number at least five times, but she wouldn't answer. He sent her texts asking where she was and what was wrong, but she didn't answer these, either.
Finally, he remembered that he had Larissa's number included on his phone location app. The little blip on his phone screen was moving slowly down a street a couple of blocks away from the mall. It looked like she was headed in the direction of where he'd parked the car.
He sighed with relief and headed out of the mall, working his way through the streets toward the car. His relief was quick to fade, though, as he followed the route of the little, bleeping dot on his phone. It would be easier to find her now, but he was still full of angst over her reaction to his announcement. The time it took to catch up with her gave him time to think of how he could make things right again, but by the time he found his baby girl leaning against the back of the car he hadn't come up with a single good idea.
Tom spotted his daughter before she spotted him. The street lights were just beginning to come on, and the girl was leaning against the car with her head down. Her skirt was bunched behind her, and she probably had no idea how it was pulling her ruffled hem even shorter than it was meant to look. Tom paused where he stood for a moment and took a long look at his daughter. He'd always known she had pretty legs, but the way they looked in the shortest skirt he'd ever seen her in was amazing.
He supposed just about every father would think his daughter was beautiful, but how many had to fight against the heat of the most unmentionable kind of desire? His love and need for her was powerful and confusing. He'd thought for sure that a girl like Stacy would help him forget those feelings and urges, but that was an obvious failure.
Tom never imagined his daughter might feel the same kinds of things, but there didn't seem to be a better explanation for the way she ran out of the restaurant. He started walking again, drawing closer to her. When she noticed him coming and looked up, he realized she was crying. She looked like a beautiful girl who'd just gotten jilted by her lover.
The man's heart sank as he slowly covered the last few paces toward his daughter. He didn't know when he'd ever felt this low, having hurt the one person he loved more than anything or anyone. It was a massive crash compared to the mood he was in just before telling the girl about his intentions toward Stacy.
"Baby, I'm so sorry," he said, putting his arms around her and pulling her close.
She folded her arms up and let him cuddle her into a cocoon with his much larger body. He ran his fingers over her soft hair, kissing the top of her head while she snuffled against his chest. Her bare legs were rubbing up against his through his pants. It made him wish he could feel her sweet skin on his own, but despite everything there were some lines they could never cross. He could never let her suspect how he'd silently observed her transformation into a ripe young woman with a very unfatherly amazement. Sometimes he was afraid the depth of his love and admiration for her was plain as a bolt of lightning.
But only one thing seemed important now, and that was to soothe the girl's terrible upset.
He leaned back far enough to take her glasses off. Then he kissed the tear streaks running down her face and wiped off her glasses with his tie. She was looking straight into his eyes when he placed her glasses back on her head.
"I didn't mean to upset you, sweetie," he said. "I was hoping the news would make you happy."
"Oh, Dad, you must think I'm terrible." She started sobbing again and buried her face against her father's shirt.
"Shhhh, sweetheart, don't ever say that," he told her in the most soothing tone he could. He stroked her soft hair, still smelling of shampoo, and pulled her into a tighter hug. "You're my one and only angel. Nothing could ever change that. You're the love of my life. Didn't you know that?"
She looked up at his face and started to get teary again. This time he wiped them away with his thumbs.
"Then how could you marry Stacy?" she asked.
Tom sighed and hugged the girl tighter. He became even more aware of her bare legs rubbing up against his, and he was beginning to fear his tingling cock was going to start getting hard against her body. There would be no way his daughter wouldn't feel his arousal considering the way they were holding onto each other, yet neither one of them was in any hurry to let go.
"Well I can't exactly marry you, can I?" he replied, wishing exactly the opposite.
"Yeah," Larissa replied. "Stupid, right? Except we kind of already are, if you think about it. Haven't I been good to you since Mom's been gone? I've tried so hard to be."
"Oh baby, no one could ever be better than you. Your mother was never even close. I've been so much happier since it was just you and me than I ever was with her. Or even Stacy."
"Maybe I haven't been good enough," she said. It was almost a whine.
"Listen carefully, baby girl. Your mother and Stacy combined couldn't be half of what you are to me."
"Then how come you don't love me as much as them?"
Tom looked into the girl's eyes with a stab of pain wracking his heart. "How could you even think that, angel?"
"Cuz you never wanted me like them."
She slipped her leg in between his, slowly running her bare thigh up between her father's. The girl couldn't have made the point more obvious, and the rush of heat Tom had been mentally staving off came rushing straight to his tingling cock. These indecent feelings for his young daughter had been nagging him for so long now, and they had only been getting worse. He should have just suppressed them when they first started, but he never thought it could get this bad.
"Jesus," Tom groaned with a deep sigh as he felt his hands slide down behind his daughter to feel her warm skin just under the short hem of her skirt. He instantly discovered she was wearing a thong under her skirt as his palms came into contact with the smooth, round cheeks of her ass. "You know that's not possible, baby."
"Yeah. Right."
She pushed her thigh all the way up to her father's crotch, the top of her leg tentatively rubbing against the bulge under his pants. At the same time, Tom couldn't stop feeling the silky warmth of his daughter's ass and hips, so much of her warm flesh left open to his touch by the skimpy cut of her panties. Her skin was too perfect to ever let go of. His cock was quickly swelling to its full size and she was urging him harder and harder with her leg.
