"I can't believe we finally graduated. I am so ready to get out of this place. So long high school and hello college boys."
Grace looked over at her friend Mallory and quirked a brief smile at her enthusiasm for college boys. Neither Grace nor her best friend have had much experience with boys in high school, but it was clear that Mallory was looking for the chance to meet some more.
They left the graduation ceremony earlier this afternoon and headed to the mall with the rest of the seniors for one last hang before they all went their separate ways. Grace wasn't big on hanging out with the other kids from school. Other than Mallory, everyone else was just a good acquaintance from either her dance troop or her classes. But she didn't want to miss out on her last chance to do something normal before her whole life changed.
Soon she would be moving to a school on the other side of the state for college. While she was excited to start the next phase of her life, she was anxious about leaving home. She chewed on her plump lower lip, sweeping some of her dark, wavy hair out of her eyes, and glanced back at Mallory.
Mallory was perched on the edge of a table in the food court, leaning back and propping herself up on her hands. Her chest was thrust out in this position, showing off her curves and the swell of her D cups. Grace appreciated her friend's curves as they closely matched her own. She didn't have an athletic build and often compared herself to the other girls in school, ultimately feeling inadequate. Boys weren't interested in curvy girls. The high school boys always went for the toned girls with tan lines.
Luckily for Grace, though, her best friend had enough confidence for the both of them. Mallory was always encouraging Grace to embrace her curves like she did. And though she said she was done with high school boys, it was clear Mallory wouldn't turn anyone down if they came up to her now, sitting with every curve on display.
"Are you sure you're ready for college boys?" Grace asked. "I heard that all they are interested in is sex. How will you know if you are ready? And wouldn't it be more difficult to do it with someone you don't really know?"
"Duh. I'm planning to lose my virginity before I leave. I have my eyes set on Travis."
"Travis your next-door neighbor?"
"Yep." Mallory declared, popping the p with a loud smack.
"We've had this flirty banter for years. I've known him half my life, and what it comes down to most is that I trust him. I know that he wouldn't hurt me and would want me to enjoy it. I bet it's going to be epic."
Grace pondered this. She didn't have a boy in her life who was a close friend, let alone someone she would trust with the most precious gift she had to offer a man. She didn't really have any prominent males in her life, except...
No. She couldn't think about it.
But no matter how much she wanted the thoughts to go away, they started coming faster and faster, filling her mind and setting her stomach fluttering.
Her father.
She had always found her father attractive. He was tall, nearly six feet, with golden sun-kissed skin from all that time working outdoors with his shirt off. Thick, wavey dark hair swept across his brow, and a chiseled jaw bore a permanent scruff peppered across the lower half of his handsome face. To think about him sexually, though? She had never done that before, but now it was like she couldn't stop.
Grace started blushing. Rosey undertones stood out prominently on her creamy pale complexion.
"What's that look for?" Mallory asked. "You have someone in mind too, don't you? Spill. Who is it?"
Grace looked away, casting her long dark lashes down. She couldn't say these thoughts to her best friend, could she?
"Come on, Grace. Tell me. Please? I promise I won't say anything. I'm your best friend, I would never betray you like that."
Grace had to tell someone these thoughts before they consumed her and she believed Mallory when she said she wouldn't tell.
"Well..." Grace started. "The only man I have in my life that I would trust with sex is, well, my father." She turned her head away, not wanting to see the judgment on her best friend's face.
"Holy. Shit!"
Grace whipped her head around to see Mallory's blue eyes open wide in shock.
"That is so hot."
"Really?"
"OMG, yes!! Your dad is a sexy beast. Whenever I come over to your house, he is always working outside with his shirt off and all those muscles. So lickable."
"Mallory!"
"Whaaaatt? Come on. Clearly, you've noticed too. And he is such a sweetie. Always checking in on you when we're doing homework and seeing if you need anything. God, I bet he would be so gentle with you, but also like, strong, you know? Like you know he'll take care of you."
Grace gave a secret smile. She had been having the exact same thoughts.
"Okay, so what do I do though? There is no way he would be on board with this."
Mallory squinted her eyes in thought. "Hmmm... Well, seeing as you turned 18 a couple of months ago, you have the legal thing going for you. Aside from the dirtiness of doing it with your dad, I mean." She smirked. "So being over legal age should help ease his mind. And you know he would do anything for you. Just show him what a total babe you are. Wear your most sexy outfits around him, brush up against him accidentally," - Mallory did air quotes around that last word - "and try to create an opportunity where the two of you have some alone time. Aren't you going to the lakehouse with your family this summer?"
"Yes." Grace nodded. "That could be the perfect time. I just have to think of a way to get rid of my mom for a few hours."
Grace was confident. This summer, she was going to give her dad the best, most precious gift that a daughter could give her father. Her virginity.
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Tom took the handkerchief out of the back pocket of his gray running shorts and dabbed his brow and the top of his chest. He had just completed a 5-mile run around the lake, his ritual on most mornings up at the lakehouse, and paused to take in the view of the lake and his wife and daughter sunning on the dock.
They'd been up there for a week already, enjoying their time together as a family on this two-month vacation before Grace leaves for college. Typically, they only stayed at the lakehouse one month during the summer, but with Grace moving away, they wanted as much time together as possible.
He looked at Grace, his darling 18-year-old daughter. He was so proud of her and all that she had accomplished with graduating from high school. You would think it would be difficult for a father to realize that his baby girl was becoming a woman, ready to move on to the next stage of her life. But for Tom, it was hard not to notice.
For the last two years, Tom found his gaze drifting more and more to her teenage body as Gace blossomed into a curvacious beauty with plump pink lips, creamy skin, dark hair and lashes, and - he wasn't ashamed to admit - the most glorious tits he had ever seen. He had already been doing all he could to turn away high school boys coming around his house, but knowing she was heading for college and a new pool of possible boyfriends nearly drove Tom insane.
His chest vibrated in anger as he pictured some fuckboy making a move on his daughter, using her hips to hold on as he humped his fuckboy dick on that luscious ass. He was Grace's protector. Him. And he dreaded the day she moved out, and he would no longer be there to give her what she needed.
Maybe a father shouldn't think of his daughter's body that way, but she was just so fucking beautiful and perfect that he couldn't be more proud, wanting to protect her at all costs.
He knew she still had her innocence. A perfect daughter like his baby girl wouldn't give it away to anyone who wasn't deserving, and for the life of him, he couldn't think that anyone would be worthy. He was borderline obsessed about it. He would never speak of it, but the reason he knew his baby girl was still pure was because... he checked.
A couple of weeks ago, she had gone out with Mallory to some senior party at the mall - a tradition for high school graduates. When she came home, she seemed distant and wouldn't meet his eye. He was worried this was it, the moment he realized someone had made his baby girl a woman, and it nearly brought him to his knees. He had to know for sure.
After she went to sleep, and long after his wife began her soft snoring, Tom crept into his daughter's room. Kneeling next to the bed, he gently peeled back the covers and gazed in wonder at the gorgeous body that he and his wife had created.
Grace slept soundly, not disturbed in the slightest as he inched up her nightgown to reveal - holy fuck - to reveal nothing. His daughter didn't have a scrap of underwear on. His brain short-circuited for a moment but quickly came back online as he realized this just made his duty easier.
He took a moment to drink in the sight of the tight uncovered pussy topped with a light dusting of dark curls. It was the most beautiful bush he had ever seen. Sweet and innocent, if not a little unkempt. To him, that showed that if she wasn't taking steps to keep it bare or at least trimmed, it was likely that no one - no boys - had the opportunity to see it. He sighed and smiled, so proud of his baby for not giving away her precious gift. Just to make sure, he reached down and gently spread open her lips, opening her up to see her hymen perfectly intact. Good girl.
"Hi, Daddy!" Tom looked up from his reverie to see Grace waving to him from the dock. Next to her, his wife was on the phone, looking a little stressed. Shaking off his thoughts, Tom smiled and jogged over to meet them.
"Hi, baby. Are you and your mom enjoying the morning sunshine?"
"Yeah. We wanted to catch some rays before it got too hot. But soon after we got out here, Mom got a call from work. I hate that she isn't able to enjoy her time at the lake."
"I know baby. But you know how important work is to your mom. Now that we're becoming empty nesters, your mom has the opportunity to really make a name for herself at work, and this upcoming promotion means longer hours and more time at the office."
"I know, Daddy. And I'm proud of her, really I am. It's just one more thing changing in our family this summer." With that, Grace settled back down on her lounger.
"Mhmmm." Tom hummed. While his wife, Shiela, continued her conversation on the phone, Tom took this opportunity to sweep his appreciative gaze over the two most beautiful women in his life. His blood thrummed with the need to protect them and keep them safe. Their soft mounds calling to him to acknowledge their feminine delicacy and the need to be cared for.
Sheila abruptly ended her call and hopped up from her lounger. "You're never going to believe this, but they are calling me back to the office early."
"What?!" Tom exclaimed. "You were supposed to have three more weeks with us before you went back to the office. We know you couldn't stay the whole vacation, but this is ridiculous. It's too soon!"
