The light knock at my door startled me. I had been staring at my homework but thinking of daddy; I had been thinking about him a lot the past few days. He seemed to be giving me space, probably giving us both time to process what we had done together... I thought of how he took my virginity every time I saw him. I think he had dirty thoughts when he looked at me, too. Every time I passed him in the house he gave me a shy smile, but it had been days since we had an actual conversation.
"Come in!" I called. I swiveled in my desk chair at looked at the door curiously. Were we finally about to break the awkward silent streak?
Daddy poked his head in and gave me another shy smile. I couldn't help but to smile back, daddy was the most handsome man I knew. And now I knew what the rest of him looked like-- my head produced another image of his thick cock slowly plunging inside of me, gently taking the virginity he had so desperately asked me to keep. I was sure I was blushing as I waved a general "enter" motion to him.
"Make yourself comfortable." I teased lightly, as daddy looked anything but comfortable. He tugged at his blue work tie and cleared his throat quietly as he stepped into the room. There was only the bed to sit on and he glanced at it nervously. "Daddy, come on!" I begged slightly. What we had done may have been "wrong" but the way we had acted since then was even more wrong-- we were all we had since mom died, why did we have to stop talking?
He finally placed himself lightly on the edge of the bed. He looked at me intently, his blue eyes piercing mine. I realized for the first time just how blue his eyes were, they matched his tie! How had I not noticed their color when he made love to me before?
"What's up?" I asked, breaking the silence and my train of thoughts. Blushing would probably make him even more uncomfortable.
"I just wanted to check in, Jenny." Daddy said. He dropped his eyes for a second and fiddled with his tie a bit. His knuckles brushed against his stomach as he messed with the tie and I remembered how flat and toned it had been, how in shape my handsome dad was. He finally raised his hands again and stopped messing with his tie. "I just wanted to see how everything has been, you know, the past few days."
I grinned, now he was making me nervous. We had never had shitty small talk before; was having sex really that awful of an idea?
"I've been okay, daddy," I said. "I passed a few tests at school, I broke up with Max, and I've just been working on this final project for history class."
"Well that's good, baby-" daddy stopped, shocked. I bit my lower lip in anticipation for his reaction to me breaking up with Max, my boyfriend of a year before daddy took my virginity. "Wait, what? You broke up with Max?"
I nodded my head, keeping eye contact with him.
"Jenny, that's not what I wanted from this whole thing!" Daddy threw up his hands. He sounded exasperated, and he suddenly looked a little older. It broke my heart to see him unhappy. "I never wanted anything to change,
I just
wanted
you so badly.
" He dropped eye contact and stared at his feet, shaking his head.
"You didn't change anything!" I cried out. My never-ending need to keep him happy kicked in and I dropped to my knees in front of him. "I wanted to break up with Max. He was pushing for sex, and now I know it wouldn't even be good sex! You told me you'd show me what boys could never show me, and you did. I don't see anything wrong with that."
I peered up into daddy's face and placed my hands on his knees. I truly didn't see anything wrong with what we had done, and now that I was this close to him and touching him again, I knew that I wanted us to fuck once more. "Daddy, I'm not affected in any negative way about what we did." I slowly slid my hands up his thighs, feeling his muscles, feeling the smooth way the fancy cloth of his pants moved under my hands. He tensed slightly but made no move to stop me. "In fact, I want to do it again..." I whispered.
He drops his hands onto mine and I paused my slow movements up his legs.
"Jenny...: He started. He seemed so confused, not sure how to proceed. "Baby, I came in here to check that you were okay. That you weren't in any way hurt by what I did." He peered into my eyes and I knew he was terrified he had hurt me, physically or mentally.
"No, daddy, you didn't hurt me." I whispered. "I've been thinking about it nonstop, in a good way. What
we
did felt so good." I gently pulled my hands out from beneath his and began running them up his thighs again, dropping them inwards a bit, aiming directly for daddy's thick cock. I couldn't see it yet, but I knew once I started to rub him through his pants, it would quickly get rock hard. I felt myself get excited by the thought of his hard cock in my hands, and I realized I wanted to try something new with daddy, if he'd let me.
"Daddy, I want you. I want to continue being with you, in every dirty way you could think of." I blinked at him slowly, in a way I hoped he found sexy. Our faces were so close together and my hands were so close to his dick, I could tell that his breath was growing as shallow as mine was. "Please, daddy." I begged quietly. All I could think about now was trying to fit his cock in my virgin mouth, I nearly started salivating thinking about it, and I could feel how damp I was whenever my wet panties moved against me.
I was suddenly aware of the comfortable outfit I had been doing my homework in-- a low cut tank top without a bra, tight and short shorts that I usually slept in, and a tiny piece of material that one could label as underwear. Being so close to naked around him, again, turned me on even more. Emboldened by his quiet and the fact that he hadn't tried to stop me again yet, I finally let my hands drift over the now-slight bulge in his pants.
"Oh, baby." He whispered, releasing what seemed like minutes of pent-up breath.