All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.
My skin prickled with goosebumps as the elevator jerked to a stop at the first floor of my dorm. It was the first time I would be seeing Mom and Daddy since I went away to college. Though it hadn't been too long, so much had changed since. With Daddy here now it was my chance. They were only going to be here for a couple of days.
The two of them saw me coming out of the building. My stomach did a flip flop as they waved to me. "Hey Mom, hi Daddy!"
Mom hugged me first, and when she let me go, Daddy and I stood face to face. For several long seconds we locked eyes. There were so many things left unsaid. A bead of sweat ran down the side of my face.
"Well, Babydoll, don't I get a hug?" Daddy asked.
I plowed into him, a million emotions colliding in my mind. I had been wet for him all afternoon, and making myself cum didn't even fix it. My nerves were on edge, hoping I could keep it together for Daddy. What would he and Mom think if I broke down crying in front of them? I wasn't even upset, I just felt so full of everything that I was going to burst. Would Daddy be weirded out seeing me after the way I had teased and flirted with him over text? Would he be scared of leading me on? Or was he just as horny as me, and barely able to hold it back?
Daddy patted me on the back, his hand going a little too far down and holding me for a little too long. "Daddy..." I whimpered.
"Wow, you really missed us," Mom said. She was built like me and had the same curly hair, only much lighter. I was tall like Daddy, though and had his green eyes. Mom and I had always gotten along in the past, though we weren't as close as I was to Daddy. Tonight, though, was a little different. My own feelings surprised and confused me.
I tried to smile for Mom, but I felt bratty. It didn't seem fair to give her the cold shoulder, but I felt resentment, especially when she got too close to Daddy. My heart pounded and my hackles raised like an angry dog. The feelings were hard to push down, but I was able to hold my composure.
"You kind of dressed up tonight, Babydoll. We're not going anywhere fancy," Daddy said. He noticed. I had worn a dress tonight, one of the only ones I had taken with me. It was sleeveless with a v-neck and navy blue. I was irritated that it was a little tight on me, and hoped I looked good for Daddy. I had even put a little makeup on. My body heated up with Daddy's attention. I would hardly need makeup with my lips and cheeks bushing all night.
"How do I look?" I asked.
"You look gorgeous, Missy. If I had known you were going to dress up, I would have too."
Daddy had on slacks and a polo shirt, pretty standard for him. "Oh Daddy, you look so handsome in anything. You put the boys around here to shame." My body quivered a little saying this to Daddy, and even more so saying it in front of Mom.
"Alright, that's enough of that," Daddy said. I couldn't read Mom's expression.
We went to an Italian place, it was like Daddy said, but the food was nice enough. I ordered a chicken carbonara and Daddy even let me have a glass of wine, though Mom didn't like it. They asked questions, checking up on me. They wanted to know about school and what the town was like. I had been out plenty with my friends, though I reassured them that I hadn't been drinking. Mom and Daddy used to visit here years ago before I was born. "It's really changed, Missy," Mom said. "It's a tourist trap now. How is your knitting coming along?"
"I do a little every day," I said.
"What are you working on?"
"It's a surprise," I said. I was working on a blanket. It was officially a present for both of them, but I had hidden a message in it for Daddy. "You'll love it." Hopefully the blanket would be done by Christmas.
"Can't wait," Daddy said. "It hasn't been the same without you around the house." He had already downed three glasses of wine and was starting to show it.
"It's not the same for me either," I squirmed in my chair.
We ate a few more bites, the conversation banal things like old places Mom and Daddy used to come to. Not many of them were still around and the rest had mostly changed. They didn't seem happy about it. "We''l have to pick some places to go tomorrow, Missy Bear," Daddy said. "We're gonna have a special day."
I looked at Mom. "I'm visiting my cousin Irene tomorrow," she said. "You two will have the day to yourselves."
My heartbeat quickened thinking of being alone with Daddy. That meant there was a chance I could get what I wanted from him. I had felt frustrated with Mom and it started to make sense now. She was competition. But when she would be gone the next day, I could have Daddy to myself and maybe I could convince him to touch me again. I could show him that I was his and he owned every part of me. He had to understand.
This revelation set my mind working, thinking of all the ways I could ensnare Daddy and make him want me. I was quiet, letting Mom and Daddy (mostly Mom) do the talking. "So I have to ask, Missy," she said, "are there any boys you're dating?"
Normally this kind of question would irritate me. I dated a little in high school, but it never amounted to anything and I had been left unsatisfied. I was still a virgin and I had had a few chaste kisses, but that was all. And at first I was annoyed, but then I had an idea. "Well there's a guy I like, but I don't know how he feels about me."
Now that had their attention, especially Daddy. "I'm a little surprised this is the first we're hearing of it," he said.
"Oh, Jonah, let her have a little privacy," Mom said. She waited a beat or two. "But can you tell us about him?"
"Well," I looked at Daddy, "he's tall and has green eyes and dark hair."
"What's his name?" Mom asked.
I giggled and covered my mouth. "I don't want to say it." Daddy was sitting right across from me. I wiggled my foot out of my shoe and tentatively rubbed it up Daddy's leg. Something flashed across his eyes for a fraction of a second, too fast for me to tell what it was. "He's super handsome, and I've known him for a long time."
"A friend?" Mom asked.
"Kinda," I said. "He doesn't go to school, but he's really sweet and knows how to take care of me." I moved my foot up Daddy's leg up to his thigh.
"What does he do?" Mom asked.
"He's an electrician," I said. Daddy gaped.
"Oh, just like your Dad," Mom said. "Wait, how old is this guy?"
The look on Daddy's face was priceless. I could see the anger colliding with flattery there. "He's a little older than me, but don't worry. I trust him and feel so safe with him. I've been waiting to tell him how I feel, but I'm afraid he doesn't feel the same."
"That's just the chance you take sometimes, Missy," Mom said.
"Well, I'm sure you know how it hurts when you love someone and they reject you." I looked straight in Daddy's eyes. "He's been giving me mixed signals." I moved my foot into Daddy's lap, and moved toward the crotch. But before I could see if he was hard, his strong hand closed around my foot. It was gentle, but firm. I gave Daddy a cute grin.
"What do you think, Daddy? I'm sure you'll have some insight into this," I said.
"I just want you to be safe, Babydoll," Daddy's words were slow and deliberate. "I'm sure there are lots of guys out there who would love to be your boyfriend. You're a sweet, beautiful girl. Don't chase someone who's not good for you."
"But I don't want another guy. Besides, this is a guy I would definitely be safe with. He knows how to treat a girl right." I pushed my foot further up, but Daddy's hand was unyielding. "He's what I need, and I just need the chance to show him." I arched my back and stuck my tits out. If you didn't know what was going on, like Mom, it looked totally innocent.
"You can't make somebody love you, Missy," Mom said.
I didn't have an answer for that. It might be true for any other guy, but not for Daddy. He already loved me as a daughter, and I could make him see that I needed his love in another way. "I can do this, Mom. You don't know everything."
Mom made a face, "Melissa, don't be rude to your mother," Daddy admonished.
"I've just been thinking about this guy a lot. I've known him for a long time and I'd be very upset with him if he just blew me off and didn't give me a chance." I locked eyes with Daddy again. "I love him and I'll do anything."
For a moment the only sounds were the people talking around us and the clinking of silverware. Mom's mouth hung open in an expression of shock, maybe fear. We ate in silence for a few minutes after that, and Daddy softly rubbed my foot before I put it down again. The times Daddy caught my eye he had this enigmatic smile. He had to know I was talking about him. He wasn't stupid. When we got alone he might give me a piece of his mind. But he always had a soft spot for me, and I could get him to listen. I hoped.
Mom was taking care of the check and using the restroom when Daddy went outside to smoke. He was around the side of the building, relatively secluded from the street. He looked so handsome and cool standing there, the smoke billowing around his head. I was soaking wet now, high on teasing Daddy in front of Mom. His back was turned to me. I approached him. "Hey Daddy," the wine was affecting my voice.
"Babydoll, I..." he shook his head.
"We're going to have so much fun tomorrow. I'll show you Daddy. I'll show you how good I can be."
"You can't be doing this, Missy."
"Doing what? I haven't done anything," I smirked at him.
"Melissa, this is crazy."
I took a few steps toward him. "Was it crazy when you sent me sexy underwear? Was it crazy when you sent me a toy to put in my kitty? Look." I lifted my skirt and showed Daddy my panties. They were the blue panties with cream and the cherry. My armpits and lips heated up, exposing this intimate part to him. "I love them, Daddy. How do you like them on me?"
Daddy stared at my panties. For a moment he looked like he was going to be mad, but then his expression changed. "Wow, Missy Bear. They look great."
I took another step toward him. "All this is yours, Daddy. All you have to do is say the word." He couldn't tear his eyes away from me, and the red embers of his cigarette lit up his hungry face as he took a drag.
"Babydoll, this is crazy," he repeated.
"Well then just tell me you don't want me Daddy. Tell me you don't want me to send you pictures anymore. Tell me you don't want to hear about me touching myself." I grinned at him and dropped my skirt. "Tell me that I need to be a totally good, behaved little girl and not be dirty around you."
Daddy was silent for a few seconds, and I skewered him with my eyes. Then he looked over my shoulder. Mom was standing back on the sidewalk when I turned. Was there a look of relief on Daddy's face? "Hey Mom," I said. "Daddy and I were just talking about what we were doing tomorrow."
