My name is Jessica Davis. Today’s my eighteenth birthday, and for the first time in years, I’m spending it exactly where I belong.
At home.
The past few birthdays were at Aunt Marlene’s house with my cousins. There was usually cake, noise, and people talking over each other. I smiled through all of it, but every year I counted the days until I could come back here. This year, I didn’t even pretend. I told her I wanted to be alone. She didn’t argue because she knew why.
The table is set for two, with white plates, the good silverware I polished this morning, and white napkins. I cooked everything I remembered from my childhood: pot roast with soft carrots, mashed potatoes with extra butter, and green beans with bacon. There’s also warm cornbread under a towel. I practiced every dish for months, burned a few, but got better.
Tonight, it has to be right.
In the center of the table, I set my birthday cake. It was hard to pay for, but I saved up. There’s red frosting around the sides, and two big candles shaped like the numbers 1 and 8 on top. I check the clock on the stove. It’s almost time. I need to hurry and get ready.
I untie the apron, drop it on the counter, and head upstairs.
In my bedroom, I stand by the closet, taking deep breaths. My stomach twists and turns in knots. I’ve pictured this day a thousand times, but the real thing is much different. It has to be perfect. If it’s perfect, everything will work out.
Before I can lose my nerve, I pick out my best outfit: A simple, white sundress I’ve never worn, and white sandals. Daddy’s favorite color. When I used to visit him, he always said white looked beautiful on me. I leave my hair down the way he likes it too.
Because today, he’s coming home.
When I was 14, there was a teacher named Mr. Kellerman. He took an interest in me after he found out I hadn’t been to the science museum and really wanted to go. One day, he arrived at school early and waited for me with two passes to the museum. I was excited, so I went with him. I don’t remember much from that day, just that he was too friendly, smiling, and touching my knee when we sat close. It felt wrong, so I told Daddy.
Daddy didn’t call the school or the cops. He found Kellerman two days later and beat him within an inch of his life. By the time the police got involved, Kellerman was in the hospital with a broken jaw and three fractured ribs. Daddy never denied it. He just said no one was going to touch his daughter like that.
They took him away, and I was alone.
They gave him four years for aggravated assault. He did two and a half with good behavior. I wrote to him every week, visited when I could, and counted the days until he was free. It was hard with Mama gone. She died in a car accident right after I was born.
I studied hard and kept myself busy so I wouldn’t miss him so much. Other girls got boyfriends, but I couldn’t imagine anyone the way I imagined Daddy. I didn’t want anyone else. Just him.
And today, after two years and six months, my wait is over.
The sound of a car engine floats through my open bedroom window. He’s here!
I smooth out my dress, check myself in the mirror, and hurry downstairs, picking up speed when I hear the front door open. The screen door creaks and slams, and he’s home.
I stumble down the last two steps and nearly fall. “Daddy!”
“Jessie,” he says, setting his bag down.
Even after all these years, Daddy still takes my breath away. He has short dark hair, blue eyes, and a square jawline. He looks taller than I remembered, broader in the shoulders.
We step towards each other until we’re close enough for me to smell his shampoo. There’s uncertainty in his eyes, maybe even fear. But he’s the one who takes the first step forward and closes the distance between us. He’s the one who wraps his arms around my waist.
And he’s the one who lifts me off the ground.
“Jessie,” he repeats.
My face presses against his chest. I count his heartbeats in my head, hold my breath, and sigh happily.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
He lets me go, dropping me the short distance to the floor. He hasn’t shaved yet, so his stubble scrapes and tickles my skin when he kisses my forehead, then my cheeks, holding my face in his hands.
“Happy birthday, Jessie,” he whispers.
I take his hand before he can say anything else, pulling him toward the dining room. “Come look.”
He follows. When we step through the doorway, he stops. The whole room smells like butter and meat.
“Jesus, Jessie…”
The look on his face feels almost better than his hug.
“Come on, sit. I cooked,” I say proudly. “I learned how to make all your favorites.”
He lets out a short breath and sits down in the chair I pull out for him. I sit right next to him, close enough that my knee almost touches his. I watch his hands as he cuts a piece of the pot roast, the meat falling apart under the fork.
He brings it to his mouth and chews slowly. Then his eyes dart up to mine. “Jessie, it’s wonderful.”
Inside, I’m practically vibrating with excitement, but I manage to stay calm and collected. I start eating too. Everything tastes better with Daddy next to me. I keep glancing at him between bites just to make sure he’s still real.
“How was the drive?” I ask.
“Not bad,” he says. “Once I got over Marlene’s yapping.”
I giggle, holding the napkin against my lips and watching him through my eyelashes.
He sets his fork down.
“You didn’t need to do all this for me,” Daddy says. “It’s your birthday, not mine. I didn’t even get you a gift.”
“Having you home is the gift,” I answer.
He chuckles and shakes his head, looking down at his plate.
“No. Really. I owe you a gift.”
I just smile and keep eating. We don’t talk much after that, which I’m glad about. It gives me time to try calming my nerves. A few minutes later, I notice his plate is completely clean. He sits back and lets out a long, satisfied sigh.
“First good meal I’ve had in a long time.”
Pride swells in my chest. “Was the food in jail that bad?”
He huffs. It sounds like an almost laugh. “You have no idea. The bread tasted like cardboard, and the only thing that had any flavor was the powdered eggs, which… I don’t know how to describe that shit.”
I make a face. The thought of him eating that for years makes me upset. “Well, you’re home now,” I say. “I’ll make you all the best food. Every day if you want.”
He smiles at that and reaches over to ruffle my hair. “That’s cute,” he says, glancing at the cake. “Now, how about we light that birthday cake, huh?”
I nod and push my plates aside, along with his, gathering them up and taking them into the kitchen. When I return, Daddy’s already out of his seat and lighting the candles. I stand next to him and watch the tiny flames flicker.
“Make a wish, baby,” he says, his mouth close to my ear. His warm breath sends goosebumps down my arms.
I close my eyes, draw a breath, and blow as hard as I can. When I open them, every candle is out. The last wisp of smoke curls towards the ceiling. I turn to him.
“What did you wish for?”
I clasp my hands together behind my back and rock forward on my heels. “If I tell you, it won’t come true.”
He smiles. “I need to go take a shower,” he says, standing up and lifting his arm for a sniff. I’m close enough to smell it, and it goes right between my legs. Nothing else has ever smelled so good. “I’ll be quick.”
“Okay, I’ll cut the cake. We can have some when you come down.”
He kisses the top of my head, and I watch him walk out of the room. Finally. When I hear the water running upstairs, I quickly move into action.
I make my way upstairs, taking each step quickly and quietly. Each time the old floorboards creak, I freeze and wait. There’s no sign that he’s heard me. In my bedroom, I pull the dress over my head and drop it on the floor. Then I open the drawer to take out the nightwear I bought. It’s white, soft, and thin. The top is a short camisole with thin straps and a little lace along the neckline. My breasts are full, maybe a C-cup now, and my hard nipples poke through the top. The bottoms are matching shorts that barely cover anything. I practice bending over and feel the edges move apart, showing off my pussy.
In the mirror, I watch myself blush. I run my hands up and down my sides. I need relief. Just one little touch to my pussy would get me there.
I resist though. Being good means holding out till he gets out.
I slide my thumb into my mouth and suck, imagining it’s his cock I taste and feel on my tongue. I switch to the index and middle, dragging them along, closing my eyes as I imitate what I think his plunges and moves will be like. This is something I’ve practiced often. I’ve been studying ahead, and I’m ready to show him everything I’ve learned.
Daddy and I need to be together. That’s the only thing that matters. The rest will fall into place.
I run my hands through my hair, cup my cheeks, and force myself to smile. Even to my own eyes, I look nervous and jittery. Part of me knows exactly how bad this is. After the night is over, nothing will be the same. Life is real. Choices count. It might even change everything about how he sees me.
But I love him. If he rejects me, I’ll still feel it was worth it.
So I tell myself.
Stepping into the hallway, I take a deep breath and walk across the hall. The door to his room is cracked. I can hear the shower running as I push the door open and step inside. When I listen closely, I can hear him moving around too. I imagine the water rolling down his body, tracing the lines of muscle in his back and arms. Biting my lip, I push the door open enough to slip in.
His clothes are in a pile on the small chair in the corner. I pick up the shirt he was wearing, press it to my face, and breathe in deep. My eyes close for a second.
I can do this.
I set it back down and sit on the edge of the bed. Then I try sitting further back against the pillows. Then I cross my legs. Then I uncross them. Nothing feels right. I count the minutes in my head while the water keeps running. Four. Five. Six. Finally, it stops. I hear him sigh heavily, drying himself, and then the door opens.
Daddy steps out with a towel around his waist. Water still beads on his chest and drips from his hair. There’s a trail of hair from his belly button to the edge of the towel. When he sees me, he freezes.
“Jessie?”
I fold my hands on my lap and blink at him. “How was the shower? Must’ve felt really good, huh?”
“Yeah…” He sounds unsure as his eyes move over my outfit. He clears his throat. “W-what are you doing in here?”
I stand, straighten the hem of the camisole, and walk over to him.
He leans back into the wall, his shoulders hitting the space behind him. “Are you alright, Jessie?”
“I’ve been thinking about Mr. Kellerman and everything that happened,” I say softly. “It was my fault you went away. If I hadn’t told you, if I’d just handled it differently, you wouldn’t have spent all those years locked up. It was unfair and…”
He shakes his head right away and puts his hands on my shoulders. “Stop. That wasn’t your fault. You’re my daughter. I love you. I did what I did, and I’d do it again.” He glances down at the camisole again and lets out a breath.
I look up at him. “I love you too.”
Then I rise on my toes and kiss him.
Daddy stiffens the second my lips touch his. His hands stay on my shoulders, holding me in place, and I feel the hesitation in the way his fingers tremble. I don’t pull away though. I keep my lips pressed to his and wait.
Finally, he eases me back and lets me sink back to my feet. His eyes are wide, searching my face.
“I’m still a virgin,” I tell him.
His lips part in surprise.
“I saved it for you,” I continue, keeping my voice calm even though my stomach’s doing somersaults. “After what happened, I didn’t feel like it belonged to anyone but you. I want you to take it tonight, as my way of saying thank you and as a homecoming present.”
Daddy’s breath hitches. His hands drop from my shoulders. “Christ, Jessie, that’s not… you don’t owe me that.” He shakes his head. “You’re just a kid and…”
“I’m not a kid anymore,” I press, feeling bolder now. “I’m a woman now. Your woman.”
I reach for his hand. Though it trembles, he lets me pull it up and set it on my waist. The skin under his palm heats up.
“I’m an adult,” I say. “This is my choice.”
I move closer to him, pressing against his chest. The towel brushes my stomach, and I feel him… bulging. The shiver that passes through me almost buckles my knees. I’ve been ready for this for years, saving myself as much as any girl my age can. Boys tried to lure me into doing things, but I held out because, for better or worse, my connection with him was always a reminder.
No one else is going to have me. Even though we could get in serious trouble if anyone finds out, it’s always going to be him.
Daddy swallows a groan, not stopping me. I glance down, catch a glimpse of his cock pushing out behind the towel, and bite my bottom lip shut to muffle a whine.
“Jessie,” he says, drawing back just a fraction. He doesn’t sound angry. Maybe a bit shaky, but… it isn’t like before. I know him too well; Daddy wants this too. “You can’t do that. Please.”
“No one has to know,” I whisper. “It can be our little secret. You said you owe me. Well, this is what I want.”
Before he can respond, I press another kiss to his lips. This time, the hesitation only lasts a second, then his arms come up and wrap around me, pulling me against his chest. He lets out a groan, so desperate and tired that it makes me want to cry. His tongue presses against my sealed lips. I part them, letting him past.
“This is wrong,” he gasps between kisses. “We can’t.”
My arms circle his shoulders so I can push up against him, not letting him pull his lips from mine for a single second. Finally, I feel him give in. He stops fighting me, tipping his head and kissing back. His tongue slips past mine and rolls over my mouth. My nipples drag against his bare chest through the camisole.
I can’t believe it. It worked. He’s kissing me. Daddy is actually kissing me.
He walks me backward until the backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I fall onto the sheets. He stays standing, looking down at me. The towel is still knotted at his hip, but it’s tented. I spread my legs for him and bend my knees up, feeling the shorts ride up. His eyes roam down my body, hesitating on my tits. I cup them for him, tugging on my own nipples. He lets out a shaky breath.
“I…” His eyebrows come together. “You really want this?”
“Yes. For as long as I can remember.”
Something in his face changes.
Daddy pulls the towel off. It slides off his hips and drops to the floor, and his cock springs out. My throat locks as I gaze at his erection. It’s a thing of wonder and beauty; big, with thick veins along the sides and the heavy balls hanging in a full pair. I’ve imagined that more times than I can count, but actually seeing it… now, today, here? It’s a whole different thing.
“Come here,” he says.
I scramble onto my knees and shuffle forward across the bed until I’m right in front of him. His cock is level with my face. With one hand, I reach up and grip it. The tip is broad, dripping with precum, and his cock twitches. Daddy grunts at the pressure of my fingers.
“Ungh, sweetheart.”
“So big,” I breathe.
He wraps his own hand around mine and strokes himself, showing me how to do it. I tighten my fingers and let him lead, moving my hand up and down. Precum leaks from the tip, dripping over our fingers.
“Just like that,” he grunts. The room seems to spin around us. “You ever sucked cock before?”
I shake my head. “Never.”
He nods once, squeezes a little tighter, and then pulls my head forward, smearing the sticky wet tip across my lips. “I’ll teach you,” he says. “Open up.”
I open my mouth.
He guides the head past my lips. It’s hot, overwhelmingly thick, and heavy. My mouth stretches, eyes blinking fast as his musk hits my taste buds. My tongue presses against the underside on instinct. When I look up, Daddy is staring down at me with his mouth partially open.
I whimper as his cock hits the roof of my mouth, stretching my lips wide. Streams of precum run over my tongue. It tastes sweet and salty at the same time, with a kick of something that makes me lightheaded. A large part of me is excited that I’m finally doing this with him. After all those lonely nights, the reality is staggering.
“Just like that,” Daddy says. He rests his hand on the back of my head. “Breathe through your nose. Take what you can.”
I try to relax my throat, but I gag on it anyway. His cock throbs against my tongue, its smooth skin rippling whenever he tenses. I run my hands along his thighs and back up to his hips, not sure where else I can touch him.
“Fuck.” Daddy breathes the curse word. “That’s it, baby.”
The words make me shudder. I bob my head, feeling spit drip past my lower lip. My eyelids slide shut. I speed up, sucking and working my tongue against him. Every moan or groan he lets out spurs me on as I find a good rhythm, taking him a little bit deeper each time.
“Good fucking girl. Just like that. Yeah, you know how to make daddy feel good, don’t you?” He pushes himself in as deep as he can, until my nose presses into his stomach. There’s tears in my eyes. I suck in a shuddering breath.
The sound of my slurping and Daddy’s moans fill the room, and the world outside the house becomes a distant concept. Nothing matters right now but giving him pleasure, and getting him so deep inside me that I feel like we’re one person. Daddy starts rocking his hips a little more, pushing himself in until I gag again. I go pliant, letting him use my mouth how he pleases. When he finally pulls back, a string of precum and spit joins his leaking head to my open, gasping mouth.
“Beautiful, Jessie. Perfect.”
He reaches down and pulls a spaghetti strap of the nightie off, releasing one of my breasts. Then he cups it, massaging it, tugging at my swollen nipple. I can’t suppress my moan. His touch is a little rough, but just right.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Look at you. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Jessie. I need to see the rest.”
“Okay, daddy.”
I lean back and raise my hands, letting him lift the top up and off of me. He rolls the hem between his fingers, up and up. Once over my head, he pulls it all the way off and throws it away. Then I lay back, lifting my hips so he can work the shorts off.
Once naked, I spread my legs to give him a look at my shaved pussy. He stares hungrily, his breath coming in choppy gulps as I reach down, set my fingers at the top of my slit, and spread the lips open.
“That’s right, baby.” The corners of his mouth twitch. “Show daddy that pretty little cunt. You’re so fucking wet”
“Yes, daddy.” I rub my clit, biting my lower lip as fresh tingles run down from my stomach. “Wet and ready for you.”
He leans over me, closing his mouth around my hard nipple. Sparks dart under my skin, and I mewl, looking down at his face in time to see his tongue tease my stiff nub. His free hand moves down between my legs, where he presses two fingers to my clit.
I buck off the bed with a small shriek.
It’s the first time someone has touched me there. My legs jerk, clenching around his wrist. I shut my eyes and grind myself shamelessly into his hand, my body reacting like it never did when I touched myself before. Each brush of his fingertips against my needy bud threatens to send me over the edge.
“Ngh!”
I dig my nails into his shoulders as he shoves a finger into me. Daddy swallows the moan that bursts from my throat with a kiss, and in that moment, I can process nothing but how he touches me with his mouth on mine.
To be continued… @sandraonut4@gmail.com
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