I would like to thank an excellent writer on this site for inspiring me and editing some of my stories. When you read my tales, I would like for you to be naked and masturbate, alone or with a significant other. My purpose is to make you cum, and cum hard. This chapter is a bit long, and there isn’t much sex. But it has some, and the storyline is established. It does however, set up the characters and circumstances for the whole series.
After my divorce, I moved into a small apartment complex that was full of single moms and their kids. Because my wife and I never had children, it was rather nice to listen to laughing, giggles and screams of the kids, especially when they got off the school bus and walked past my apartment to theirs.
About a month after I moved there, I was in the small parking lot in front of my building cleaning out my car when a lovely young girl walked past. I looked up, her eyes met mine, and we both said “hi” at the same time. We giggled, and said “hi” again, also at the same time. Laughing, she came over and asked if I was new to the complex. I told her that I was and that I only lived here about a month.
Holding out her hand, “my name is Alexa Campbell, but my friends call me Lexi,” she said.
I took it in mine and shook it, “my name is David Chase, but my friends call me Dave. It’s a pleasure to meet you Lexi.”
Lexi was about 5’1” tall and had the most beautiful and expressive brown eyes I’ve ever seen. Her hair was long, halfway down her back, and full and naturally wavy dark brown. Her complexion was Mediterranean. But what really captivated me the most was, believe it or not, her lips. They were well defined and full and I remember thinking that they looked very kissable, and that most women would kill to have lips like hers. She told me she was 11.
Me? I’m a 34 year old divorced male, about 5’9” tall, with a pretty good body yet. I have brown eyes and dark brown hair which I keep a bit long, over my ears and my collar. I inherited a small real estate development and construction company from my father, built it up over ten times its original size along with all of the assets, eventually to become worth several million dollars. After I sold the business, my nasty bitch of a wife managed to get half of it along with the house, but I still made out quite well in the divorce, and to be honest, it was worth every dollar to get rid of her and her iceberg-like behavior and attitudes.
Needless to say, I really didn’t need to work, but I did spend some time watching over and refining my investments. After learning from experience, I didn’t have a lot of faith in brokers. My days were also taken up by trips to the gym, and during the summers, I took up golf which I thoroughly enjoy. Over time, I lost the small paunch I had and bulked up a bit. The one thing I did lack was a social life. I really didn’t mind, as I was rather fed up with the fairer sex, and felt I could do without for awhile.
After that first meeting with Lexi, I would sit out on the small front porch of my apartment to watch for her. Every day, she would stop and sit and talk with me and let me know how her day had been. I would just be quiet and listen and enjoy her company.
She eventually told me that she didn’t really like school, and she wasn’t doing very well. I asked her how much time she spent every night doing homework, and she admitted hardly any, if she did it at all. I knew she probably didn’t need to be lectured, so I just offered to help her with it if she thought it’d be a good idea. Over time, she would stay longer and longer, and I would eventually help her with her homework.
We would do her homework on my front porch when the weather cooperated, as I thought that would be the safest for her if her mother became concerned about her whereabouts. Lexi’s mother could see my front porch from her apartment, as it was at the end of the cul-de-sac, her building perpendicular to mine.
After awhile, Lexi’s mom came over to introduce herself and thanked me for helping Lexi with her homework and her studies. She was surprised at how Lexi’s grades improved. I got the impression that Lexi and her mom didn’t talk much, as Lexi told me how she had been doing in school on a daily basis and tell me her homework grades and her test scores. During our chat, Mrs. Campbell’s breath smelled of booze, and she slurred her words a bit. And this was 2:00 in the afternoon. After our meeting, I could see why Lexi chose to spend so much time at my place. From that point on, I made a conscious effort to become more of a positive force in Lexi’s life.
When the weather got colder, I called Lexi’s mom to let her know that we were going to be doing Lexi’s homework indoors, and that if she needed Lexi for any reason, to call. She seemed to be more drunk than usual, and, after listening to her slurring her thanks, I thought it might be a good idea that Lexi spend more time at my place.
I genuinely enjoyed Lexi’s company, and I never, ever treated her like a child. We would spend hours at my kitchen table doing her homework and talking and I’d fix supper for us. As I never criticized or made fun of her, I think she began to trust me more and more and she would tell me things she couldn’t tell her friends. For instance, she didn’t know who her father was, and when she asked her mom, she avoided the question or gave a vague answer. Lexi told me that she thinks that her mom doesn’t know who her dad is.
“Does that bother you?” I asked.
“It did at first for the longest time,” Lexi admitted, “but since I met you, for some reason, not as much.”
“Honey, we only met 6 months ago,” I reminded her.
After some thought and carefully wording her response, she told me, “For some reason, I can tell you things, and I know that nobody else will find out. I trust you that much.”
“Sweetheart, you can tell me anything anytime, and I will never compromise your trust in me. And we can always talk about anything.” I assured her.
“Anything?” she asked.
“Absolutely anything.” looking her square in the eye making my promise.
Sitting with my arms crossed leaning on the table, she put her arm through mine, and gave me a hug. Then, she just laid her head on my upper arm and put her other hand on mine. I didn’t say anything, thinking that she could probably use the closeness of another person. I leaned my head on top of hers, and we just sat for awhile, quietly comfortable.
Her homework finished for the day, and after we had eaten, I asked her if she would help me clean up and do the dishes. She agreed immediately, and I washed while she dried. During this time, she would continue to talk about her day, her friends, and what she thought of them. To her, they always seemed to be so immature. This routine went on for weeks and we became more comfortable with each other’s company.
After almost a year of us getting to know each other and Lexi now on the honor roll at school, her mother called and asked if she could come over and talk to me. I thought it best to make a pot of coffee. She rang the bell and after I let her in, I could tell she had been drinking quite heavily. I asked her to sit down and waited for her to begin. Sitting on my couch, she was staring at the floor with tears in her eyes. I asked how she liked her coffee, and got her a cup. I waited for her to begin, having the feeling that whatever she was going to say would be very serious.
She didn’t disappoint me.
“Um, please forgive me for my appearance,” she quietly stated. I took that to mean her lack of sobriety too.
She began in almost a whisper, with her voice slowly getting a bit louder as she verbalized her thoughts. “Lexi seems to enjoy being over here a lot and she really likes you.” she stated, slurring her words. “When she’s home, all she does is talk about you.”
“I enjoy having her here. She’s a very intelligent and witty girl, and fun to be around,” I answered.
With tears in her eyes, she told me that she was having trouble raising Lexi as she should be raised. That, as a mother, she realized that she was a failure. I really couldn’t disagree with her, so I kept quiet and let her finish.
Gathering her strength, “Because I don’t have the chance to give Lexi the upbringing she should have, I want you to take her and raise her. You can help her become the woman she should become.”
Not quite believing what she was saying, “I’m sorry?” I asked.
“I would like for you to take Lexi and raise her properly, not how I would. Look, you can tell what a mess I am. I can’t do it. I don’t want to take the chance that she’ll turn out like me,” she sobbed.
“Does Lexi know you’re here asking me this?” I asked.
“No,” she sobbed. “She doesn’t. I don’t even know how to approach her about this. She has to be able to see what a mess our lives are, and that there are better options for her. I DO love her very much, but I just can’t do it. This would be best for her. Of course, if you don’t want to take her, I’ll understand. The DCFS has already told me that I’m in danger of losing her to a foster home if I don’t clean up my act.”
She looked up at me with hope in her eyes communicating to me that if Lexi had to leave her household, mine was the best alternative.
After getting so close to Lexi over the past year, I realized that there would be a giant hole in my existence if she weren’t around. I realized too that I’ve grown to love her like the daughter I never had, and I didn’t want her to become a ward of the state.
Deciding on the spot, and with some quick thinking of the alternatives (none of which were good), I let Mrs. Campbell know what the ground rules were going to be.
“To be honest, Mrs. Campbell, I’ve grown to like Lexi an awful lot. If you want me to take Lexi in and raise her, I would like this to be a formal arrangement. That means that I will be awarded full custody of her, and if I decide later, she would be mine to adopt. I will pay all legal expenses. Do you need time to think it over?”
After a brief moment, “No,” she sobbed. “I don’t. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I know this will be what’s best for her. If you take her, I’ll know she will be well taken care of. Her rebellious attitude has changed so much since she met you. You’re the father she never had. And I know she loves you like a father.”
“Okay,” I said, wanting to end the discussion. There were some things I had to think through before Lexi got home from school. Home? I’ve already decided that this was her home? This was getting scary already.
“I’ll have my attorney draw up the necessary papers for custody, and if I decide to adopt her, those will be drawn up too. When I have them, I or my attorney will let you know and you can sign them,” I stated in my most business-like demeanor. “I’ll talk to Lexi when she stops by after school. This whole thing will be decided by her. I’m not going to intrude into her life if she doesn’t want me.”
A couple of hours later, Lexi got off her school bus and ran to my door. She’s gotten so used to me being home at this time, she didn’t even knock.
“DAVE, I’M HERE.” she yelled.
“Whoa. No need to scream. I’m right here.” I answered.
“You always have been,” she quietly said. “That’s one of the things I love about you.”
I caught it immediately, but didn’t say anything so I wouldn’t embarrass her. So I asked “how was your day?”
As always, she let the onslaught begin. I usually never say anything when she comes home. Or at my place, as the case may be. But we had things to discuss.
Interrupting, “Lexi,” I began, “sorry to interrupt, but we have something to talk about.”
Maybe I sounded too serious because she shut up and just looked at me with some surprise, as I very rarely interrupted her ramblings.
Tears came to her eyes, and she looked at me like I was going to kick her out. “I’ve become a giant pain in your butt, haven’t I?” she asked. “Damn. I knew I talked too much. I’m so sorry Dave. I’m just so happy to see you all the time, I can’t shut up.” Sobbing, the tears started.
It seemed to be true, about her being happy to see me, that is. Whenever she sees me, her eyes got real big, and she gets a huge smile on her face. As I’m sure I do too.
Going over to the couch, and sitting beside her, I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her to me. “Sweetheart, everything is fine. There’s a couple of things we have to discuss, and I need your input. And yeah, even though you’re a pain in my butt,” I joked, “you’ve become an important part of my life, and I love and care for you very much.”
This seemed to have taken her by surprise and she stopped crying. She pulled away from me a bit so she could look in my eyes to see if I was serious. Seeing that I was, the water works started again.
“Why are you crying, Lexi? Did I say something wrong?” I asked with concern.
“You’ve never told me that you loved me. You never told me that I’m an important part of your life. I’ve never been told that before. Dave, I love you too. Very much,” she sobbed wrapping her arms around my neck and holding me tight. Needless to say, I started crying too, and told her how much she meant to me.
Unwrapping her arms from around me, I got up and got us each a tissue to wipe our tears. I sat back down beside her, looked into her eyes, and took her hands in mine.
“Knowing what we now know about each other and how we feel,” I began, “I want to tell you that your mom came over this afternoon and asked the most profound thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Uh oh,” she whispered. “This can’t be good. Dave, I’m sorry. I’m sure she didn’t mean what she said. Sometimes she has too much to drink and says things she doesn’t mean,” she said assuming the worst.
“Well, this is why I need your input. Your opinion. Your judgement. Your permission,” I stated.
“My permission? About what? she asked.
“Do you love your mom?” I asked. “Because she loves you very much.”
“Of course. She’s my mom. Sometimes I have to be the adult in the family because of her drinking, but I still love her,” she responded. “She does the best she can.”
“Okay.” I started, marveling at her maturity, “I don’t quite know how to say this, so I’ll just say it. Because your mom loves you so much, she has asked me to be your guardian. She wants to give me total custody of you. She told me that she is an unfit mother, and that with her, you don’t have much of a future, and you may end up in a foster home if something isn’t done.” I just shut up and let that sink in. And waited for a response, good or bad. I didn’t mention the possibility of adoption as I thought that was a bit too much and could be handled later when the occasion rose.
“You would be my guardian?” she whispered. “Would I live here with you? What would happen to my mom?”
“You go home and see your mom and have a talk with her. She may tell you something she hasn’t told me. If you want to, you can come back here to spend the night.” I tried to think of the options that could come up if her mom didn’t want her there.
Rattled, Lexi slowly rose from the couch and walked to the door, forgetting her book bag. It didn’t matter as it was Friday, thank god. There was no telling how much school she would miss if this was during the week. I stopped her when she got to the front door.
“Sweetheart, if things get too dicey at your place, you come back here, understand? I would rather you be here with me knowing you’re safe.” I instructed.
Lexi had her hand on the doorknob and slowly looked up at me with tears in her eyes. I walked over to her and put my arms around her and held her tight. She put her arms around my waist and held me close. I kissed her on her forehead, and opened the door for her.
“Are you sure you won’t mind if I have to come back?” she quietly asked.
“I’m absolutely positive I won’t mind. This place is empty without you,” I answered.
Lexi was gone for about a half hour when she came back with a small duffle bag over her shoulder.
“That was fast,” I said. “How did everything go?”
“She was passed out on the couch. I tried to wake her up, but she wouldn’t come around. She’s been like this before. I just decided to pack a few things and come back,” she answered.
I couldn’t even begin to understand how devastating this was for her. But from what I could see, she was handling it with courage and determination. Or trying to anyway.
She dropped her duffle bag and walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me. Putting my arms around her, we just stood and held each other. She was quietly weeping with her face buried in my chest.
Not knowing what to say or do, I asked “Are you hungry? I have a frozen pizza in the freezer. It’ll only take a few minutes to cook it.”
She tilted her head back to look at me, looking into her beautiful sad eyes; I just wanted to hold her and protect her from all of the hurt in the world and do my best to make her happy again.
“Thank you, but I’m not really hungry.” she whispered. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to just go to bed and be alone.”
Wanting to give her space, I picked up her duffle bag and led the way into what was to become her room. I laid it on the cedar chest at the foot of the bed, kissed the top of her head, walked out and shut the door behind me.
I was emotionally drained and exhausted. And hungry. I turned the oven on to preheat it and took the pizza out of the freezer.
The aroma of pizza filled the apartment, and Lexi came out and sat down at the table with me. She laid her head on my shoulder and put her arm through mine which had become s.o.p. I kissed the top of her head and lightly rested mine on hers. We sat like that until the pizza was done.
“Did you decide you were hungry?” I asked.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll have a bite with you.” she answered.
I took that to mean that she didn’t want to be alone after all.
After cutting the pizza in slices, I brought it to the table and sat down.
Lexi’s eyes were red and she was quiet. She looked at me with questions and love.
“To be honest sweetheart, I don’t know what to say or what I can do for you. I feel helpless. I wish there was something I could do for you to make you feel better,” I confessed with tears in my eyes.
“You already have, Dave. With you being here and agreeing to take me in is more than I could ever hope for.” she raised her head and her teary eyes were filled with love. “Thank you for being so kind. I promise I’ll never be a pain in your butt, I’ll study hard and make you proud of me. I’ll do whatever I can to make you happy.”
She sat up straighter and pressed her beautiful lips on my cheek and kept them there longer than they should have been. Then she sat back down and picked up a slice. Sitting beside her, I put my hand in hers just to let her know that I was there for her. With fingers entwined, we sat and ate in silence.
When we were finished, I picked up the dirty dishes and put them in the sink.
“I’m going to watch a little tv before bed. Would you sit with me?” I asked.
Lexi didn’t say a word and sat beside me with her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and she snuggled into my side falling asleep. I was sure she was exhausted. When my show was over, I picked her up, carried her to her bedroom, and laid her down. I removed her shoes, covered her with a blanket, and quietly stepped out closing the door behind me.
I had a night of fitful sleep, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Becoming a dad was a huge responsibility, and I couldn’t imagine how a parent would give up their child to someone else to raise. I came to the conclusion that Lexi’s mom really must have loved her to do such a thing.
I rose early and started coffee and was making Lexi’s favorite, French toast when she walked into the kitchen. She was wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of panties. She didn’t have much in the way of breasts, but you could discern her puffy nipples. She looked lovely and incredibly sexy with all of her hair mussed and cascading down her back. She sat quietly at the table, her eyes red.
“Dave?” she asked. “What do you suppose will happen to my mom? Will she be okay?”
“To be honest honey, I’m not sure what she’s going to do. We can only hope that she works to turn her life around.”
“You don’t drink, do you?” she queried.
“Not really, sweetheart. My dad was a raving alcoholic, and I swore that I wouldn’t be like him. You and I both carry the gene for alcoholism. I’ll have a beer and that’s it. Just one per evening, if that much. I had to start driving without a license when I was 15 so I could go around town and pick him up when he passed out.”
“Wow. Just like my mom,” she claimed.
“True,” I acknowledged. “But as long as you’re with me, we’re going to concentrate on you, and give you the best I possibly can.”
We sat at the table and she put her arm through mine. “Dave?”
Looking at me with her big brown eyes with so much love, “I love you more than anything else in the whole world.”
“And I love you more than anything else in the whole world and the whole universe.” I answered.
“Does this mean that you’re going to be my daddy?” looking at me with hope in her eyes.
“Do you want me to be your daddy?” I asked.
“More than anything. I’ve wanted to be with you for the last year. I feel so safe and loved when I’m with you.”
“That’s only because you are.” I responded. Noticing what she was wearing, I thought that this may be more difficult than I imagined. Luckily the T shirt was long enough to cover her thighs. But it didn’t help that I could still make out her nipples.
Getting back to the moment, “Shall we go unpack your duffle bag?” I asked. “We’ll clean out a closet for you, and this will be your own room. You go ahead and start. I have to make a call.”
Although it was Saturday morning, I placed a call to my attorney and he was in. I asked him to get started on custody papers, along with the necessary adoption papers, if needed.
Walking into what was going to be her room, she had the closet door open trying to reach something on the shelf. The T shirt had risen and standing on her tiptoes, her legs were incredibly lithe with very shapely calves. Her hair was cascading down her back. Her butt cheeks were trying to escape from what I determined was too small of panties. A shopping trip will be needed soon, I thought. I stood at the door admiring the view thinking what a beautiful, sexy woman she was going to be. Maybe being a daddy to this beautiful girl wasn’t going to be easy.
“May I help?” I asked.
“I’m trying to get some of this stuff off this shelf so I can put a few things up here.” It sounded like she was a bit frustrated.
“Shall we go to your mom’s apartment and get more of your stuff? I just saw her drive off, so we won’t be bothered.” I said trying to make it sound hassle free.
“This is what I own, and anything else there, I don’t need. The only thing I DO need is you,” she said with conviction.
“You have me, honey. Don’t you worry about that. I’m having custody papers drawn up right now, and very soon, you will be mine.”
“I will be yours,” she sighed. “My god, I love the sound of that.”
I thought the conversation was getting a bit adult between me and a 12 year old. I was wondering if there was an underlying meaning in some of the things she said. It could my perverted imagination, though.
“Do you want to take a shower? There are towels in the linen closet in the bathroom.” I informed her.
We had the whole weekend ahead of us, and I wanted to create a comfortable routine for the both of us. After her shower and blow drying her long, full, beautiful hair, she came out wearing a slightly too tight pull over top and a pair of tight jeans that accentuated her lovely, pert butt and the beginnings of her womanly body. I didn’t notice a bra under the top. Remembering the enticing sight of her in her too small panties, I asked Lexi if she wanted to go to the mall for some new clothes.
“Really?” she asked incredulously. “I haven’t had new clothes for such a long time. But I promise not to want anything too expensive. We can even go the Salvation Army store. That’s where mom and I usually go. I really don’t mind.”
She didn’t sound too convincing. Besides, we weren’t going to find underwear at the Salvation Army store.
“Thank you for the consideration, sweetheart,” I exclaimed. “Maybe for your knock around clothes, we can go to the Salvation Army, but you’re going to need some new ones. No offense, but I was thinking more of what my mom used to call “dainty things.” If you’re going to be mine, I intend to take care of you, and that includes food, shelter, and clothing. I didn’t expect having you was going to be cheap.”
Tears started to form in her eyes, and she looked at me with such love and admiration, my heart immediately went to her. She came to me and put her arms around me and held me tight. “How in god’s name did I get so lucky to find you?” she asked. “More than anything, I want to be yours.”
To give her reassurance, I agreed. “You will be mine, my lovely girl. I promise.”
A small catch in her breathing told me that she got what I said and what I called her. I didn’t press it.
I made sure I had my wallet and keys and we walked out. Approaching the car, to Lexi’s surprise, I went to the passenger’s side with her to open her door for her.
“Oh my god. A gentleman.” she said quietly.
“Of course honey. You don’t deserve anything less. Besides, there aren’t many of us left.” I joked.
She put on her seatbelt, but kept it loose so she could lean on the armrest and lean close to me. I put my seatbelt on and leaned toward Lexi to show her that I want to be close to her and that I cared for her. Our shoulders touching, we drove to the mall, about a 15 minute drive. It dawned on me that just the merest touch was important to her, I would suppose, as a sign of reassurance. I thought that with what she was going through, a little reassurance would be a good thing.
We got to the mall, and I got out to get her door for her. Taking her hand, she looked up at me and smiled one of her incredible, heart-stopping smiles. She rose rather gracefully out of the car, and walking toward the mall entrance, she slipped her arm in mine.
We walked into THE upscale women’s clothing store at the mall. A beautiful, young 30ish-something blonde woman approached us and holding out her hand, introduced herself. “Welcome to Maggie’s Women’s Wear. I’m Maggie Cosgrove. Is there something I can help you find?” she asked. Maggie was wearing a navy blue shorter skirt with tasteful heels, with a contrasting blazer and an off white blouse cut just low enough to discern a small amount of cleavage which accented her larger-than-average breasts. The cuffs of her blouse had lace which stuck out just beyond the length of her jacket sleeve. I thought it was very feminine and tasteful.
“You have a lovely store here, Maggie.” I observed. “I’m David Chase and this is my daughter Alexa.” Turning to Lexi, “Do you want to go explore and see if there’s anything you might want Lexi?”
“Sure daddy. And thank you.” she answered with a huge smile and wandered off.
“Wow. She thanked her dad. She must be an incredible daughter. She’s so beautiful.” Maggie gushed.
Lowering my voice, “Isn’t she though? To be honest, Maggie, I just got custody of her from her mother. I want to raise her as she should be raised. I don’t want her seeing the world through her mother’s cold eyes. I’d like for you to help her choose some decent clothes. Something suitable for school and for casual social events with her friends. Please guide her toward something feminine without going overboard. She’s also going to need some underthings. I want her to be reminded that she’s a beautiful, young woman. And please keep the total at or under $1000.00. But Lexi doesn’t need to know that. I’m going to go out to the food court and have a cup of coffee. Or two. Take your time with her, I’m not in any hurry.” I instructed.
“I’ll treat her like the princess she is,” Maggie said. “You will be so proud of her when you see what we choose. Should I introduce her to makeup? Nothing too blatant. She doesn’t need it with her beauty.”
“Not just yet. Her 13th birthday is coming up in a week, and I want to plan something special for her. You can bet we’ll be back. And, by the way, I’m already proud of her.” I answered.
“Oh my god. She’s only 12?” Maggie asked in amazement. “She seems older. She certainly doesn’t carry herself like a young teenager.”
“That’s one of the reasons I’m so proud of her.” I answered. “I’ll see you later.”
I went out to the food court, and got a large coffee and a newspaper and started to catch up on the latest news.
Toward the end of my second cup, Lexi came running up to me, and throwing her arms around my neck kissing my cheek and hugging me tightly. “Oh daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you. Maggie showed me so many great clothes, and she has such great taste. She told me that I should always dress for the man in my life. I told her that you were the one and only man in my life, and she told me that she understood perfectly.” Lexi gushed.
Putting her arm through mine and hugging me, we walked back into the store to settle the purchase. Leaving Lexi at the counter, Maggie took me aside and told me that “Lexi seems to be growing up faster than other girls her age. We had to fit her with bras and the usual girl’s underwear. But I have to tell you that she seems to have much more sophisticated taste for a young girl her age. Please forgive me if I’m prying, but does her mother have large breasts? Lexi is beginning to fill out, so don’t be surprised if you have to keep updating her bra size. She’s already a B cup.”
“Maggie, I’m at a complete loss as to girl’s and women’s clothes. When I have questions, if you don’t mind, I’ll be calling you for your counsel.” I confessed.
“Please do Mr. Chase. For some reason, I’m interested in Lexi and how she fares.” Maggie admitted. “The entire time we were trying on clothes all she did was talk about you, and what a wonderful daddy you are.”
“Call me Dave, Maggie. I have a feeling that we’re going to be seeing each other rather frequently.” I told her.
“While Lexi went out to get you, I came up with a total for your purchases. I gave you a slight discount because of the amount she chose.” Maggie whispered conspiratorially. “Welcome to fatherhood.”
When we got back to the counter, “Am I going to need resuscitating?” I jokingly asked. “Lexi. Call for the EMT’s.”
Lexi smiled her most beautiful, and Maggie laughed with me. I laid my charge card on the counter, and Maggie completed the transaction. There were enough boxes and bags that Maggie helped us carry them out to the car. Putting both my hands in hers, Maggie thanked me for the business, and looking at me in the eye, told me to keep in touch. She turned to Lexi and hugging her tightly told her to stop in when she was at the mall to say ‘hi.’ Lexi hugged her just as tightly and promised that she would.
Holding the door open for Lexi, she gracefully lowered herself onto the seat, with me holding her hand. She looked up at me and smiled, melting my heart. Maggie witnessed the interaction, and smiled at me with a big smile. Walking around to the driver’s side with me, Maggie got close enough to whisper “She loves you very much. You’re a very lucky daddy.”
On the ride home, “Daddy, I got so many great clothes, and most of them are mix and match. Maggie was brilliant in choosing.” Lexi excitedly claimed. On a more serious note, she told me “I know this wasn’t exactly cheap for you, and I want you to know that I appreciate you and all you’re doing for me. I’ll be the best daughter you can imagine.”
I couldn’t help but think how easy the transition was for us to be identified as father and daughter. Interrupting my thoughts, Lexi asked, “Daddy, why did you introduce me to Maggie as your daughter?”
“Just to eliminate any chances for questions later, although there probably will be,” I answered. “And because if I had a daughter, I’d want her to be just like you. I told Maggie how proud I am of you.”
Leaning close to me, Lexi put her arm through mine, and leaning closer, whispered in my ear, “Thank you, Daddy. I love you very much.” She pressed her lips to my cheek and kept the kiss for longer than anybody would consider normal for a daughter’s kiss for her father.
I turned to her and whispered “you’re most welcome, my lovely daughter. I love you very much too.” And gave her a chaste kiss on her lips.
“When we get home, can I model my new clothes for you Daddy?” Lexi asked excitedly.
“Yes, my beautiful daughter, you may. I’d like that very much.” I assured her with a smile.
When we got back to the apartment, I helped Lexi bring in all of her bags and boxes and put them in her room. It took two trips.
She excitedly told me to go in the living room and wait. “And please be patient, Daddy. With all of these clothes, this may take awhile.”
“Take your time, honey,” I answered. “I’ll be right here.” Before taking my seat, I got myself a glass of lemonade from the fridge.
Calling from her bedroom, “Are you ready Daddy”?
“I most certainly am sweetheart, and anxiously awaiting,” I called back.
Lexi came out wearing a pair of jeans that looked like they were sprayed on her. She had an incredible ass. It was perfectly shaped and it protruded just the right amount. She was wearing a blouse that was open at the neck and had a couple of buttons unbuttoned. The swell of her breasts was barely evident, but it could be imagined what was underneath. “How enticing,” I thought. Her shoes were open toed with 2 inch heels. “Good god,” I thought. “Even her feet are beautiful. This girl seems to be flawless.”
Her next outfit was a navy blue skirt that came just above her knees which would be good for more formal occasions, along with another open necked blouse. This was white and had lace around the neckline, and was very feminine. It accentuated her Mediterranean complexion. You could tell Maggie picked it out. Lexi had on a pair of nylons and a different pair of open toed shoes, these with 2 inch heels also. The shoes helped shape her calves and needless to say, she had absolutely beautiful and shapely legs. The shoes also helped to shape her butt, and it could be seen through her skirt. Some of her hair was pulled up with a decorative clasp, and she had curls coming down on each side of her face. The rest of it flowed down her back. Looking at me with love and admiration, and smiling at me with her sensuous mouth, I had to admit, the girl was sex personified. Turning around to head back into her room, she glanced at me over her shoulder and gave me an air kiss. I was shocked that my cock was getting hard.
The rest of the fashion show consisted of casual outfits she could wear with her friends on their social outings.
Except the last one.
“Daddy, I have one more outfit, but I don’t want you to get mad if I come out in it. You have to promise me that you won’t be mad.” she called from the bedroom.
“I promise I won’t be mad. You have my word.” I answered.
“Okay, but close your eyes. I want to surprise you.” she said.
“My eyes are closed. You can come out when you’re ready.” I called.
“Don’t open them yet, Daddy. I’ll tell you when.” she said when she came into the living room.
“Okay. Open them.” she whispered.
She had her bare back to me, looking coyly over her shoulder with her hair down her back, and a Veronica Lake peek-a-boo curl over her right eye. She exuded sex. I’m not sure if she was aware of the pose, but it was the pose used over time in many pictures and on many posters that said ‘come fuck me.’ But it was what she was wearing that threw me for a loop. I didn’t see a bra strap, and she had her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing the tiniest pair of boi shorts with half of her butt cheeks exposed.
I sat on the couch with my jaw hanging open and my chin on the floor.
“What do you think, Daddy? I got these for you. This is what Maggie was referring to when she told me that I should dress for the man in my life.”
“Oh my god my love, they’re beautiful. YOU’RE beautiful. I love them, and how they look on you. I have to admit that you are one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever laid eyes on.” I gushed.
In her joy, she turned around and ran to me, straddled my lap, threw her arms around my neck, started kissing my neck, and pressed her small breasts into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her close. “Oh my god. I’m sorry Daddy. I forgot I didn’t have anything on for the top. I’m so sorry.” Pulling back so her eyes met mine, she seemed to be looking for forgiveness, but I didn’t see a lot of remorse. I held her tightly to me and smelling her hair, and caressing her smooth skin, my cock finished rising to the occasion. Pressing her young body against mine, she had to have felt how hard my cock was. When she climbed off me, trying to cover her breasts, I couldn’t help but notice how hard her nipples were.
“Okay honey, you’ve had a busy day, so you can get ready for bed. After your shower, you can come and watch some TV with me.” I told her.
After about an hour, she came out of her room wearing one of my T-shirts, I didn’t even know I owned T-shirts. “Honey, where did you find that T-shirt? I haven’t worn one in years.”
“I found it in a pile of your clothes on the shelf in the closet. I love wearing your T-shirts to bed because they smell like you,” she replied, and quietly added, “and I can pretend you’re with me.”
I didn’t say anything after her last remark, but I got the drift, or at least I think I got the drift. I turned on the TV, and instead of sitting beside me hugging me like she did every night, she laid down on her stomach on the floor, with her lovely feet pointing at me, and leaning her head in her hands. Drawing her arms up so can lean on her hands, made the T-shirt rise, and I could see that she was still wearing her boi panties with her beautiful cheeks on display. It was obvious that this was for my benefit, and I DID find it difficult to concentrate on what was on TV, but I showed incredible restraint.
After the show was over, she sat up, curled her legs around and under her, and slowly rose. Good lord. She can move with such grace. Stepping to me, and looking at me in the eyes, she was almost like a cat ready to pounce on her prey.
“Don’t forget to come and tuck me in” Lexi said softly.
“I’ll be in in just a minute sweetheart.” I choked. I had to give my cock time to get back down. And I think she knew that.
When it did, I rose and walked into her bedroom. She was laying on top of her sheets with the T-shirt riding up her thighs, and her hair spread out around her head and pillow, looking at me (I thought) with what I could imagine as want or lust. It looked like she was trying to communicate with her eyes begging me to fuck her.
I was thinking ‘she is 12 years old and trying to seduce me. She is probably the sexiest thing that I’ve ever seen, in spite of her age.’
I sat on the edge of her bed and leaned over to give her a kiss good night. She turned her face to me, put her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss on the mouth. It wasn’t quite a daughterly kiss, but it was nice to be kissed again.
“Good night Daddy.” she whispered. “I love you.”
“I love you more than anything Alexa.” I whispered back.
I rose and left and quietly closed the door. I went into the living room, and forgetting my 1 drink per night rule, got a glass of ice, and poured a bourbon. Straight.
Finishing my drink, I headed off to bed. Walking past her door, I distinctly heard small gasps and moans.
Needless to say, I had to stop and listen. I had to make sure she was alright, after all. “Oh god, Daddy. Eat my pussy. Lick my clit. Make me cum. I want to cum in your mouth. Taste me, daddy. You make me so wet. My pussy is soaked. Oh my god, I’m going to cum Daddy. You’re making me cum! Don’t stop! AUGGHHHHH! This is incredible! I’m cumming again! Don’t stop sucking my clit, Daddy! AUGGGGGHHHHHEE! I love you so much. You’re the love I’ve always dreamed of. I need you. Promise me you’ll never leave me. You’re my whole life, Daddy. I’ll do anything for you! Anything!”
Rushing to my room, I closed my door, too loudly I think, tore my clothes off, kicked off my underwear, and plopped down on my bed, pulling on my hard cock. Closing my eyes, I pictured Lexi with her perfect lips wrapped around my cock, bobbing her head up and down, wanting me to cum in her mouth. “Lexi, suck my cock,” I was moaning. “Suck Daddy’s cock. Make me cum in your mouth, my darling daughter. Swallow my cum! It’s my ultimate gift to you. Don’t stop sucking, my love. I’m so close! Lexi! Lexi! I’m cumming! You’re making Daddy cum! UUUUUGGGGHHHHHH! Oh my god, UUUUGGGGHHHH! Drink my cum, my darling! It’s for you! All I do is for you! I love you so much, my angel!”
Finished and breathing heavily, I laid there with my chest and hand covered with my cum. It had been so long since I had last, it was quite a load. I wish Lexi was here so she could lick it up, show me her mouthful, and swallow it. As it turns out, she very much could have been there. I saw foot movement shadows through the bottom crack of the door and I heard her door quietly close. I got up and got a hand towel out of the laundry basket.
Oh my god! What have I done? What is she going to think of me? I don’t want to lose her, after finding a new reason to live. A reason for my existence. I’m going to have to be very careful in the future. I drifted off to sleep with visions of a naked Lexi spreading her legs for me, showing me her smooth and soaked pussy. For me to do anything I wanted to her. Anything.
This was only our first day together. Good Lord, what was I getting myself into?
This is my first submission. All comments will be welcome. Be gentle. I have more stories written for this series.