(A divorced Dad and his beautiful blonde virgin daughter spend a night of passion and pleasure while celebrating her twenty-first birthday and graduation from college)
By tjrabbit
(For Stachia)
Glenda and I were married two weeks following our high school graduation ceremony; we were both eighteen years old at the time. I took a job in a factory and Glenda, using grant money and loans, enrolled in a nursing program at the state university which was located in the town we lived in. We rented a small two bedroom apartment a few miles from the school. Fourteen months later our daughter Candice was born. Family and friends call her Candy; from the day she was born I have called her "Sweet Candy."
We devoted ourselves to our daughter and, although money was always tight we provided her with the basic needs and made sure that she always wore nice clothing and had all the things other kids in our neighborhood had. Glenda and I agreed that we would not have other children until she completed her nursing program and had worked for a few years. So, Candy received all of our love and attention. Our life settled into a routine and went on that way for the next twelve years; a relatively simple and uncomplicated lifestyle.
In the beginning our lovemaking was passionate and frequent, but the pressures of school, work and caring for Candy seemed to take up all of our time and making love became less and less of a priority. Sex, which had been a two to three time a week event in the early years of our marriage dwindled to once a month and then even less frequently.
Following her graduation from the university Glenda had secured employment as a Registered Nurse in a local hospital and continued to take courses to add additional certifications. In a few years she progressed to the position of lead cardiac surgery nurse.
When Candy was fifteen years old, Glenda filed for divorce and within six month had married Phil Patterson, a heart surgeon who performed surgeries in the same hospital where she was employed. Patterson had been born into extreme wealth. I learned later that they had been having an affair for a year prior to her asking for a divorce. Glenda and her doctor husband lived in a massive house on a sprawling estate twenty miles from town. When going to be with her Mom, Candy would jokingly say, "Daddy, I'm off for the other side of the tracks."
I continued to work in the same factory where I began and remained in our original cramped apartment. Candy spent weekdays with me so that she could continue to attend school with her friends and stayed with her Mom and stepdad two weekends each month and part of her summer vacation. Money was no problem for her and she always had the very best of everything. She never became the typical "spoiled" rich kid and always kept everything in perspective.
I was devastated when my wife left and had no desire to get into new relationships. I would go out with women on occasion, but there was never anything serious. I devoted myself to Candy and we became very close. She showed no reluctance in talking to me about anything that was going on in her life. She talked to me in the same way that I suspected she might talk to her Mom. She talked about school, her girlfriends and about boyfriends as she got older. She never went out with the same guy more than twice and told me that she was not sexually active and wanted to concentrate on school and building a career.
I don't know where it came from, but Candy had developed a strong interest in film and photography. She had taken a couple of high school photography classes and Patterson had purchased all sorts of cameras, video equipment, lighting and supplies so that Candy could pursue her interest. She would soon be receiving her degree in film from the same university her Mom had attended.
Last Friday evening, as was our custom when she was not at her Mom's, Candy was on the sofa in the living room preparing to watch a rented movie. I had just gotten out of the shower and she was waiting for me to join her before starting the movie. I was dressed in shorts and a T shirt and took notice that Candy was dressed very different than she normally was when we watched movies together. She usually wore jeans or shorts a comfortable top, but tonight she was dressed in short pajama bottoms and a tight fitting halter top. I could not help but notice that she was not wearing a bra and the nipples on her well developed breast were visible through her tops light-weight fabric. Her manner of dress struck me as a little odd, but I didn't give it much additional thought.
To prepare for our movie watching she would fix a few sandwiches and have popcorn and cold drinks. Tonight the coffee table was filled with all sorts of chesses and various crackers. As she motioned for me to join her on the couch, I saw that there was a bottle of expensive champagne in an ice bucket on the table along side the food.
My Sweet Candy was sitting on the sofa with her legs drawn up under her and had the remote in hand ready to start the DVD player.
I said, "Sweetie, what is all of this?"
She responded, "Daddy, I thought we would have something a little special so we could properly celebrate my graduation and my turning twenty-one."
I leaned over and gave her a hug, as normal, and kissed her on the forehead. I said, Honey you know I'm not much of a drinker but I suppose a glass of champagne is appropriate for this occasion."
She just gave me that big sweet smile and giggle that I had become so accustomed to over the years. I took note of how much she resembled her mother in looks and in her body build. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back and she smelled of high priced perfume.
Candy moved closer to me just as she always did when we were watching movies together, especially when they were horror films, so I was sure that we were about to view a scary movie of some kind. She poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to me and we began to nibble on the cheese and crackers. She patted me on the front of my thigh and leaned in and kissed me on the nose. She said, "Daddy, I just know we are going to have a real great celebration tonight. I will have to meet Mom at the airport early, but tomorrow is Saturday so you can watch a couple of movies and sleep in late."
I said, "Honey, this is your celebration so we will do whatever you want to do."
She rubbed my upper leg again and smiled that smile that tears at my heart. She said, "That's great Daddy! I love you so much and want us to spend this special evening together, just you and me."
I did not find any of her words or actions to be a bit unusual since we were always hugging and showing our love and affection for each other. I had never been uncomfortable showing physical affection to Candy, nor did she in hugging and kissing me and telling me how much she loved me and appreciated all I did for her.
I was surprised at how quickly she polished off the glass of wine. She said, "Drink up Daddy, we're celebrating, remember." I downed the wine and she refilled our glasses. The movie she had rented was an old classic horror flick. As the knife wielding killer chased the teens through the woods Candy would scream and move closer pressing her breast into me and buried her face into my chest as she dug her finger nails into the fleshy part of my upper leg, that was a bit painful but I didn't say anything.
