**Please forgive the length. This is my first venture into the genre and i do hope to make it a series. I hope you enjoy**
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Peyton laughed as she pulled into her drive way, she was talking to her best friend Jen. They talked to each other about everything and always had. They had been friends since they were kids. They had gone to elementary school together and stared playing softball together. They had more in common than school and softball, they both had been trying for months to seduce their fathers.
Normally they would be at one or the others house, but Jen had to work. They continued to talk as Peyton walked into her house. The topic of conversation was the same as it always seemed to be here lately, how to get their dads to notice them as more than just their daughters. Today they were focused on Peyton.
"You should have seen him Jen. God, he looked so good." Peyton was telling her about watching her father work in the back yard. "He was all sweaty muscles and in just basketball shorts. I swear, Jen I could have rubbed one out right there on the swing." Peyton's excitement was palpable.
"No, you wouldn't have. You are to prim and proper to do something like that." Jen laughed. She had been trying to get her to do something, anything since they had both admitted to having these thoughts and feelings.
"Get off my back Jen. I'm not like you. I can't just put on some short shorts and bend over every five minutes like you do." Peyton was getting annoyed. They had been going back and forth about this for weeks.
Peyton knew Jen was right. If she ever wanted something to happen, she was going to have to make it happen, but HOW? It had just been her and her Dad since she was 5. How did she go from loving her daddy to "loving" her daddy? She shook her head. Jen was on her soapbox, about how they were never going to get what they wanted this way. Peyton Uh Hud but wasn't paying much attention.
She remembered the day it happened; they had gone shopping for new back yard furniture. He had put his hand on the small of her back, something he had done a million times, but that day it had sent shivers all over her body. Mark had even asked her if she was cold. Peyton had been anything but cold right then. How could something so simple as that cause the flood of heat and wetness she had felt when he had touched her? She had on a pair of shorts and a t shirt that was cut a little shorter than she normally wore so his hand had touched her bare skin. It felt as if she had been hit by lightning, every nerve had been humming. When they got home, she made an excuse to go to her room. That was the first time she had masturbated thinking about her father.
Peyton had masturbated before and had gotten off. It was natural at her age to have those feelings but not for her father and not to the point it had made her soak her panties. She barely had her shorts off before she was rubbing herself thru her panties. That wasn't going to work for her, she pulled her panties off and laid down on the bed. When she had spread her legs, she thought of her Daddy doing it for her. She thought of her father's hands on her body, how they would feel rough from work but would be gentle when he touched her. She thought of his fingers being the ones stroking her wet lips and sliding a finger inside her tight wet virgin opening. Peyton had cum hard and fast that afternoon, so much so she had soaked her hand and left a wet spot on the bed. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since.
At 46, Mark Franklin was a damn good-looking man. The work he did kept him in shape, he owned his own construction company, and he made sure he took care of his health. He was 6'1 and weighed in at about 220 pounds. His arms were muscular and his lightly hair covered chest was broad. He didn't have the classic washboard abs but he had a well-defined stomach. His legs and thighs were toned and lead to a natural round ass. Peyton had defiantly inherited that gene. He had a kind face with steel blue eyes. Peyton found herself getting lost in them a lot lately. He kept his brown hair short and only had a sprinkling of grey around the temples. He had a well-trimmed goatee that accented hid jaw line and surrounded his full lips, something else Peyton got from him. Peyton's friends always commented that her dad must be pretty cool as he was also heavily tattooed. He was the definition of a sexy Dad. Peyton had noticed the single mom's and the not so single mom's checking him out at more than one school function.
Mark had been Peyton's number one fan since the day she was born. Her mother told Mark she wasn't cut out to be a mother and they tried to make it work for a while but in the end she left. Ever since he had gone above and beyond to make sure Peyton never felt unloved or unwanted. They were openly affectionate to each other, be it a hug or a swat to the bottom after a good ball game. They were best friends and Peyton never wanted that to change.
"Earth to Peyton!!" Jen yelled into the phone when she hadn't responded to her question.
"I'm sorry, what did you say." There she was day dreaming about her father yet again. Not a surprise given the context of the conversation.
"I said it's time to make your move or admit defeat. I mean do something, anything to get the ball rolling. I've caught a couple of more glimpses of mine in the shower and once when he fell asleep on the couch in his boxers." They had talked for hours the first time Jen had seen her father's penis. She had even gone so far as to take a picture on her phone.
"What if he doesn't think or feel like that about me, what then? I will just look stupid and our whole relationship could change for nothing." Peyton wasn't sure it was worth the risk.
While they were talking Peyton got a notification on her phone. She still had her ear buds in from driving so she opened her messages while they continued to talk.
"Shit, dads on his way home early. I haven't started my homework or even looked to see what to make for dinner. I better go." She said she needed to go more to give herself time to think then anything.
"OOOrrrr you could do something naughty. Have you responded to his text yet?' There was a wicked little tone in her voice as she asked.
"No, but what do you mean something naughty. What do you want me to do go stand in the yard naked holding a sign?" Peyton rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.
"I mean if you feel up to it, but the neighbors might not like it. Actually, what I have in mind is much simpler." Jen began to tell Peyton her plan.