1:20am.
The clock stares me down boldly. I lay naked on my bed. I cannot sleep. I have not been able to sleep for weeks, maybe months. Really, have I ever had a full night's sleep in 18 years? It's all been leading up to today.
You see, today is my little girl's 18th birthday.
I've watched my charismatic daughter grow from a witty little kid into a remarkable young lady. I am enraptured by her every movement, I hang onto every word she speaks, and I am constantly in awe of her innocent beauty. Over the past few years, she has developed curves in all the right places. Her shiny brunette hair is just long enough to brush her shoulders gently when she moves. Her ample bosom (D cup?) fills out the low cut sweaters she loves to wear, causing any man to stop and stare. And boy, those eyes! Her baby blues stare right down into the pit of my stomach every time she glances up at me. She is my heart and soul, my reason for living.
And 1 hour and 20 minutes ago, she became legal.
The thought has haunted me for years. My sweet, innocent baby girl is now free to do as she pleases. She has always been a good girl, a true Daddy's girl.... But with a body like that, and the personality to back it up.... I worry.
I roll over onto my stomach and bury my head in the pillow. I know I'm being unreasonably concerned. She's a smart girl, she can take care of herself, and she's never gotten into any trouble.
But men... they bring trouble to the table. I know it as well as anyone. Look at the effect she has on me, her own father! I can only imagine the thoughts that run through their minds when they see her. They are the same thoughts I have, the same perverted fantasies I've been dreaming about for years.
I pound my fist into the mattress and roll onto my back again. My raging hard-on infuriates me. Just the mental image of my daughter's face is enough. Picturing her curvy body sends me over the edge. I stroke my cock furiously as I imagine my little girl staring up at me innocently, her short stature always allowing me the perfect view of her supple cleavage.
My concerns creep back into my fantasies. If I'm unable to control myself, surely other men won't be able to either. Do all fathers feel this way?
Finally, only one thought remains in my head. Flashing through my mind, over and over:
"My daughter is barely legal. My daughter is barely legal."
My hand returns to my cock as this thought changes to simply "My daughter is legal."
2:12am.
Enough is enough. Still unable to sleep, I know I need to do something. I need to protect my daughter from the immoral intentions of all mankind. I need to keep her safe. I have to make sure her innocence is protected. I'm not ready for her to grow up - she's not ready to grow up!
I leave my bedroom in a fury and race down the hallway to hers. I pause briefly outside her door, my hand frozen on the doorknob. I have no plan, no idea how I'm going to protect her. All I know is - I have to.
I turn the knob slowly and am mesmerized by what I see. In the pale moonlight, I can make out her curvy silhouette on the bed. It's warm tonight; no blanket necessary. I step closer to her bed as more of the wondrous sight before me is revealed. My eyes travel from her cute little feet up her silky smooth legs. She is wearing only a white satin nightie - her favorite. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her teddy bear, her breasts pressing firmly against it. Her perfect pouty lips are slightly parted, her steady breathing audible.
She is perfection.
2:15am.
In a few short hours, the beauty before me will awaken on her first day as a legal adult.
But, for now... she is still Daddy's little girl.
I walk around the side of her bed and reach over to her teddy bear. I try to gently remove it from her grip, her arms resist at first but I tug harder. I place the bear on her nightstand and climb onto her bed. I move over her, and her arms reach up and around me. She pulls me close to her and whispers into the darkness, "Mmmm, teddy...."
