Lizzie entered my life when she was 14 years old. I dated her mother Pat and occasionally spent the night in their home. Sometimes, Lizzie was present during my visits and sometimes she was spending the night with a friend. When Lizzie was present, nothing inappropriate ever happened. She never saw me partially undressed, she never heard us fucking, she never saw us making out, etc. Everything was proper.
Lizzie was a very sweet girl and most people who met her thought that she was rather innocent for her age, despite her appearance. At age 14, Lizzie was physically mature. She had 34B boobs (which I knew because, several years later, she told me.) She looked more like a young woman than a child and she had a sweet, angelic face with brunette hair and dark brown eyes.
Lizzie had a father who was not interested in her at all. His family valued male offspring, but of the twelve grandchildren, there was only one boy. That was Lizzie's brother, a stupid oaf who continued the longstanding family tradition of stupid oafs. Lizzie really needed a father figure in her life and her own father had abdicated his responsibility. After she decided that I would probably not be just another "here today, gone tomorrow" guy, Lizzie started treating me like a father figure.
After months of dating, Pat and Lizzie and I started doing things like a family. We went on camping trips, we went to the beach, we took a vacation together, and we bonded as a family. Usually, families tend to be more relaxed about seeing each other partially undressed but we seemed to have an unwritten rule that did not allow that.
When Lizzie reached 16, I taught her how to drive a car. She easily passed her driving test because we spent time practicing the difficult things like parallel parking. When she learned she had passed, she put her arms around me, gave me a very affectionate hug, and whispered, "Thanks, daddy!" It was one of the few times during those years that she ever actually called me "daddy," and I felt even more important in her life after that.
Lizzie began having sleepovers with her female friends and there was no concern whatsoever that her horrible father had impacted her social skills. She had many friends and they would stay awake until 3 am talking and watching videos.
Lizzie also developed an interest in a few boys and she had some dates but she never developed a long term boyfriend. I'm not sure how the subject was raised, but Lizzie assured her mother that her virginity was still intact.
Lizzie got a job working as an attendant at a church day care center and I was happy to see her developing her abilities with small children. She did very well with the toddlers and it was obvious that Lizzie would eventually want children of her own.
Because her family had moved several times when she was a small child, Lizzie was a year behind in school. She had her 18th birthday in October of her senior year of high school. I sent eighteen red roses to her job for her birthday and took her on a shopping spree the following weekend.
The following month, Pat decided to go back home to visit friends she had not seen in several years. I thought that we needed a time out. We had been having some silly arguments lately and I wasn't sure what was happening to us. Because she wasn't employed, Pat planned to stay in New York for about a month. I assured her that would be fine and I hoped that things were better between us when she returned.
Pat left on a Friday afternoon and Lizzie went out with some friends that night but she came in late. The next morning, I was awake at 7 am, as I always awakened at that time by habit. I went to the other end of the house to make sure that Lizzie had arrived home safely. She always slept with her bedroom door open because she slept in very modest pajamas, so she felt no need for privacy, and she wanted the cat to be able to come sleep with her during the night but still have access to the litter pan in another room.
When I stepped into Lizzie's bedroom doorway to check on her, she was in fact home and soundly asleep in her bed. She had pulled the sheet down and not covered up during the night, so she was fully exposed to me. To my surprise, Lizzie was wearing just her panties, with no bra, no tee shirt, nothing else. She was a beautiful girl and the sight of her topless body was enough to give me an instant erection.
I assumed that perhaps she and her friends had drank something alcoholic and that might explain her passing out topless. I did not want to stand there very long because I didn't want her to awaken and discover me ogling her partially naked body.
I retreated to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee, then went to the family room to watch the morning news. About an hour later, I returned to the kitchen and started making some bacon and eggs for myself.
Perhaps five minutes had elapsed when Lizzie rounded the corner and came into the kitchen. She had pulled on a tee shirt that covered her panties but I had never seen her dressed like this before. Of course, all of this modesty seemed to me to be false modesty, because I had seen Lizzie around our pool many times in a bikini. Still, I thought something was up with her suddenly being less modest.
"What's up, kiddo?" I asked her.
"Don't tell Mom, but I had a couple of glasses of wine last night and I don't feel so good this morning."
"Okay, well, uh . . . I won't tell your Mom but I do have an obligation to say that you should not be drinking before your each age 21 and your Mom would have a shit fit if she found out about it. How many years has she been going to AA meetings now?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. That's why I did it while she's gone. I won't do that again anytime soon!"
"I guess your Mom being gone has something to do with you sleeping topless and just wearing a tee shirt this morning?"
"Oh, shit, I was hoping that you hadn't seen that. I guess I just fell asleep pretty quickly last night without thinking about what I was doing. But, holy cow, you know we're a family and I'm 18 now, and Mom came up with all these rules before we started living together and . . . I've been good but it just seems like a bit too much. And there isn't any way my father can try to take me away from her now."
"Well, I didn't really know if that was your mom's rules or just you being modest . . .."
"Oh, hell no. I don't really feel any great need to be modest around you, and . . . I guess you've already seen most of what there is to see now . . . so, while Mom isn't here, if it doesn't bother you, I might be a bit more casual around the house and out by the pool. But if it bothers you . . .."
"No, it doesn't bother me. You are a very attractive girl and very easy to look at, so make yourself comfortable. Just don't tell your Mom anything about this when she gets back!"
"You got that right!" Lizzie responded.
I gave Lizzie the breakfast I had prepared for myself, suggested she drink some orange juice, take some Advil, and then I started preparing another breakfast for myself. Within an hour, Lizzie was feeling better. She asked if we could go shopping at the mall. Since she could drive herself, taking me meant that she wanted me and my credit card to help her with the shopping. I thought of Lizzie as a daughter so I didn't hesitate to agree. I told her that we could go after lunch.
Later, I suggested that we simply go to the mall and have lunch there and then we could do some shopping. She jumped at that idea since she loved the Chinese restaurant in the food court. At lunch, I asked her about the purpose of the shopping trip.
"Well, I'd like to get a new bikini for the summer and I need some new panties, maybe a few new bras, and . . . now that I'm 18, I'm trying to think of myself as a woman instead of a child and I'd like to maybe get a nightie."
"Okay. Let's go find you a bikini and then we'll delve into the unmentionables!"
After about 30 minutes in the department store, Lizzie had found a bikini that was fairly skimpy but not nearly as skimpy as a thong. She tried it on and walked to the doorway of the dressing room very briefly for me to see it on her. We made that purchase, then I asked where she wanted to shop for the lingerie items.
"Victoria's Secret, of course!" she smiled at me. I could never say "no" to this girl.
When we arrived at Victoria's Secret, she started looking at bras. I asked her if she wanted some help looking for what she wanted. She hesitated for a minute and then said, "Okay, well I guess after this morning, you already know that my boobs haven't grown in the past four years. I'm still a 34B!" she said a bit self consciously.
"You're a very lovely 34B," I responded.
She filled me in on the details and I helped her find a few bras. She then quickly selected a few pair of panties. Of course, there was no trying them on and modeling them for me in the store.
"Last on the list is a nightie," she declared.
"What style are you looking for?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, Daddy. I want something that is going to make me look more mature, and something that I could actually sleep in on occasion."
"How about a baby doll nightie?" I suggested.
We decided that white would be the best color for her and found one that she liked. I appeared to be rather transparent in the bust and the panties were actually a thong but she told me that she had a few thongs and was comfortable with them.
"Can we go to a movie?" she asked. Of course I agreed and it was about 5:30 when the movie finished.
"Can we get a pizza to go on the way home?" she asked so that is what we did.
When we arrived home, we sat at the kitchen table eating pizza. She talked about some of the senior class activities that were coming up, and then she got a serious look on her face.
"I've got something to tell you that I haven't told Mom. Can you keep it a secret?" After receiving some reassurance from me, she continued. "Last year, Mom took me to the doctor and I started on birth control pills. My periods were kinda irregular and Mom said it was a good idea anyway, just in case. I didn't think I needed to worry about having sex but, you remember that guy Jared I went out with a few times last year?"
I was fairly certain that I could finish this story all by myself, but she continued.
"Well, we were kinda making out and got worked up and the next thing I knew, we were having sex. And then, once we had sex once, it was like 'why not do it again?' and we had sex like probably fifteen times when we were dating. Sometimes, it was after school and sometimes it was when we went out, so . . . anyway, I'm not a virgin anymore and I hate lying about it, but . . . Mom has this idea in her head of what I should be, which is the opposite of what she did when she was young, and I just don't want to hear her tell me how disappointed she is."
"I understand not wanting to deal with your mom. She can be a bit overbearing sometimes."
"Yeah. And, it's funny because I kinda wish I hadn't done it. I mean, he wasn't really anybody special and I don't think he knows what he was doing because I didn't . . . it didn't feel that great to me like, I hope there's more to it than that. I don't even know why I agreed to do it so many times with him, except I kept thinking it might get better."
"Wow," I responded. "Okay, well . . . your secret is safe with me. I'm glad that you told me. Sex between two people who both care for each other can be great and it should feel wonderful for the girl as well as the guy. A guy like him is inexperienced, doesn't pay attention or doesn't know what to do to make you . . . to make you orgasm, and it can be disappointing. So, you've still never had an orgasm and you're wondering why everybody seems to be obsessed with sex?"
"Well. uh, I've had orgasms before, but, you know . . . when I was alone, if you know what I mean, so . . . I know what an orgasm feels like, but I just don't know what it's like to have one with a partner."
"Oh, yeah, uh . . . so, I hope you were using condoms because you need to be concerned about STD's as well as pregnancy and birth control pills don't prevent STD's."
