It was the start of another football season, which meant only one thing: less attention given to me by my daddy.
But I wanted things to be different this year. Every Sunday afternoon at this time of year, my daddy orders pizza for lunch, gets a six-pack of Bud, and plops down on the couch for football. ALL DAY LONG. Why can't he make such an effort to spend time with me?
But this morning at church, I decided that this year would be different. No more Sundays spent alone in my room while Daddy cheers his favorite team.
It was hard for me to watch my daddy get so excited about something other than me. He works long hours to make sure that the two of us have everything we need.
But why couldn't he spend more time with me? During non-football season, he and I are inseparable. We are the best of friends. But that isn't good enough anymore. I need my daddy ALL the time, not just seven months of the year.
Daddy always takes me shopping, whenever I want. Except, of course, during football season. He always waits patiently while I try on lots of cute outfits. When we're done, Daddy takes me to lunch or dinner wherever I want.
And I make sure that it's just the two of us. Even when Mommy was around, I would throw temper tantrums if she was taking his attention away from me. (Maybe--hopefully--that's why she left!) So you know how upset I became if Daddy brought home another woman. But I thought that in all fairness, I shouldn't date anyone. With a hunk like my Daddy, who needs some teenager?
But nothing, not even ME, could take him away from his TV come the fall. And it wasn't just the games; it was the preview and highlight shows during the week. I usually just sit alone in my room and wonder what special thing I would be doing with Daddy when he's had enough football.
So I decided this morning in church to take Daddy as my lover. To get him warmed up, I made sure to hold his hand the whole time. I also snuggled my head on his shoulder while we were seated, throwing his arm around me. And I even grabbed his inner thigh for good measure!
But this was just the start of the activities. There was a little time before the games started, so I went to my room to get ready for the main event.
I hurriedly went through my closet looking for the outfit. There was no way Daddy would ignore me today.
After a couple years of cheerleading in junior high, I gave it up. I didn't like putting on a show for horny boys my age when I really wanted to show off for Daddy. But they let me keep the outfit. And now I had the ultimate use for it!
So without a struggle (I grew a little taller but my waist was still thin after the years!) I put on the little skirt. The red ruffles were still just long enough to cover the white from the panties, as long as I stood perfectly still. But why would I want to do that?
At first I left my 34C bra on to wear under the cheer top. But the top was tight enough that you could see the outline of the bra. And if Daddy could see the outline of anything under the top, why not show him the outline of my nipples?
I already had my makeup from church on, so all I had to do was decide what to do with my hair. I could put my strawberry blond hair in braids, which always looks cute. But I know that Daddy likes me to leave my hair at full length down to the small of my back. (That's what he tells me when he runs his hands through it while we cuddle!)
Lastly, not seeing a need for shoes, I went downstairs barefoot. I made sure that the games had already started so that Daddy wouldn't look at me until I was on top of him.
"Hi Daddy!" I said as I entered the living room.
"Hi Beaufitul" was the response I got, as Daddy wouldn't look away from the game. But that's what I wanted.
I snuck up beside him, planted a wet kiss on his cheek, and giggled as I stood up straight. It worked! Daddy slowly looked away from the TV and studied me up and down as I posed for him. He was rigid in more ways than one!
"I want to watch football with you today, Daddy!" I said in a sweet, "innocent" voice.
