My ex-girlfriend's daughter turned up on my doorstep out of the blue. I had no idea why she was there... much less where it would lead.
I stepped in from mowing the back yard, beyond grateful for the air conditioning, toeing off my shoes and striding straight to the kitchen sink. I splashed water onto my face and chest, pouring myself a huge glass and swallowing quickly. Bloody mid-August heat wave! I swore, it was getting worse every year. This is what I got for sleeping in, and not doing it earlier, before it could get too hot out there. I'd waited until suppertime instead, hoping it would have cooled off by then, but no such luck. I considered myself a true Canadian—give me two months of minus thirty, and I wouldn't even blink! But two days of plus thirty, and I felt like I was melting in my skin. The weather report said we could expect another week of this misery, and I'd already had more than enough!
The sudden ring of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts. I scowled, grabbing a dish towel to pat myself dry. I swear, if this was yet another obvious 'charity' scam, I was going to lose my shit and call the cops on them this time!
“Hello?” I asked as I opened the door, surprised by what I saw. This was no charity scam... I wasn't sure what this was. It was a teenage girl, maybe five-foot-eight, slender and pretty, sporting shoulder-length blonde hair with pink-dyed tips. She was obviously nervous, whoever she was, her arms wrapped self-consciously across her waist under perky, distractingly braless D-cup breasts, hiding a portion of the pale, toned little belly visible between the bottom of her short spaghetti-strap tank top, and the tops of tiny, low-rise jean booty shorts, showing off long, coltish legs underneath.
“Ummm... Hi, Ben,” she said, biting her lip as she met my eyes. Those soft, shy, pale blue eyes... eyes I knew!
“Eadie? Is that really you?” I gasped, searching her face for signs of the girl I'd once known.
She nodded, her lip starting to quiver, sudden tears welling in her eyes.
“Oh, sweetie... come here! What is it? What's wrong” I opened my arms, and it was like a dam broke inside her. She threw herself at my chest, flinging her arms around my back, as she began to sob.
“Oh, Eadie...” I glanced out to curb, seeing the beat-up red two-door she'd obviously arrived in, the interior crammed full of garbage bags, the rear-right panel a distinctive primer-grey. I ushered her further inside, closing the door behind her, stroking her hair and rubbing my hands up and down her back, trying like hell not to think about the heat of her phenomenal, sweat-slickened breasts squishing against my naked chest through the too-thin fabric of her top. Eadie had been only ten years old when her mother and I had broken up, just on the cusp of womanhood. I tried to remind myself of that, to force myself to think of her as the sweet little girl she'd once been, not the stunning, sexy young woman she'd become. Whatever was going on here, she'd obviously come to me for help, not to get perved on and taken advantage of in her hour of need!
“Sweetie, what's going on?” I asked, softly kissing her in her hair just the way I used to. God... how was it that after all these years, she still smelled exactly the same? Floods of memory came rushing back in an instant, of Eadie cuddling up in my lap on the couch as the three of us watched movies together. “Not that I'm not thrilled to see you, of course I am! But what's going on? Why are you here?”
“Mom... Mom's dead...” she whimpered into my chest, the shock of those words freezing the blood in my veins.
“What?” I gasped in disbelief. Heather was dead? Things had gone bad, at the end... there were many, many good reasons we were no longer together. But even when things had been at their worst, I'd never wished anything bad to happen to her! And now she was dead? She'd always been so full of life! A little bit too much, even, when she'd taken to screaming and throwing things. But now... I was struggling to wrap my mind around it.
“It was a car accident...” Eadie continued. “Two weeks ago. I... I didn't have any money... and then the rent was due.... I didn't know where else to go. Can I...” she gulped nervously, leaning back from my chest to look up into my eyes. “Can I stay here, Ben? Just for a little bit, until I figure something out? I... I can't pay you rent, not yet. But I'll start looking for a job, I promise! And in the meantime I can cook, and clean... I...”
“Oh, Eadie...” I pulled her head back to my chest again, holding her tight. Eadie's dad had been long gone before Heather and I had even met. And Heather herself had grown up in foster care, she didn't have family—I was the closest thing to it she'd ever had, she'd told me so herself. “You can stay here as long as you want! Of course you can! Don't you even worry about that!”
“Thank you...” her sobbing intensified. “Thank you, Ben. If it wasn't for you, I... I don't know what...”
“Shh...” I said, stroking and kissing her hair. “It's okay, sweetie. I've got you, now. You're safe here. You're going to be okay. It's all going to be okay.”
She cried for a long time. But eventually, the tears ran out. Still I held her, and there was no way in hell I was going to be the first one to stop! Until her belly made a gurgle that frankly shocked me, with how loud it was.
“Eadie...” I asked, leaning back from her just enough that I could lift her chin, and look into her eyes. “How long has it been since the last time you ate something?”
“Umm...” I could see the indecision in her eyes, the impulse to lie, to spare me from the full truth of what she'd been going through. “I, uhh... I guess it's been a couple of days.”
“Okay then,” I decisively nodded my head. “First things first, before we do anything else; is Chinese food still your favourite? Or have your tastes changed since last time I saw you?”
“You don't have to do that!” she gasped, vigorously shaking her head. “I told you, I can cook! If you just let me have a look in your kitchen, to see what you have—”
“Shhh...” I interrupted her, softly stroking her cheek with my palm. “Eadie, I haven't seen you since you were ten years old. The circumstances suck... I wish like hell your Mom was still here, and you'd never had to go through this, especially trying to do it all on your own! But you're home, now, sweetie. And whatever the cause, that is still something we are by God going to celebrate!”
“Home?” she whispered, her lower lip starting to quiver again.
“This will always, always be your home, Eadie,” I promised, staring seriously down into her eyes. “Your old room is waiting for you. Though we may need to get you some new K-pop posters for your walls, before it stops feeling like a guest room, and really starts feeling like it's yours, again.”
She laughed, burying her face against my chest once more.
“I love you, Daddy. Thank you... thank you for everything!”
“I love you too, sweetie. And you are very, very welcome,” I said, the sudden tightness in my throat making the words come out stiff. After four years of living together, Eadie had just barely started calling me that before Heather and I had broken up. I never thought I'd hear anyone call me that again, and I wasn't prepared for the effect it had on me. “Now... Chinese? Or do you want something else? Whatever you decide on, we're ordering lots, so we can have leftovers tomorrow, too.”
“Is that place still there? The one we used to order from?” she asked, shyly hopeful. “The one with the really good ginger beef? After Mom and I moved out, none of the places we tried near us ever made it right, it just wasn't the same.”
“Still the same place,” I confirmed with a smile. “Do you remember where the takeout menus are? Top drawer, the furthest to the right from the sink. Why don't you have a look, and decide what you want, while I go start bringing your things in from your car?”
“I can do that!” she objected, shaking her head.
“Shhh...” I smiled, booping her on her nose with my finger tip, making her giggle just like it always used to. “This is a small thing, sweetie. Let me do this for you.”
“Well... if you're sure you really don't mind,” she smiled. Then she stretched up, kissing me softly on my cheek. “Thank you again, Daddy.”
“No worries,” I smiled back, returning her kiss, before reluctantly breaking our embrace, moving to slip on a pair of sandals for my trip out to her car. “Keys?” She fished them out of the pocket of her shorts, handing them over. “Oh, and there are some of those cookies you used to like, in the cupboard. You should have a snack while we wait for the food to get here, before that feral raccoon in your belly tries tearing its way out!”
She laughed again, and I stepped out to start bringing in her things. It was simultaneously a lot, and hardly anything at all. An entire life—two people's lives—bundled up and crammed into one small car. The bags were awkward to carry, and I was extra careful not to tear them. Eadie was going through too much already, the last thing she needed was me spilling an armload of her bras and panties out across the lawn, violating her privacy for the whole neighbourhood to see. I left her things in the living room, rather than taking them upstairs to hers. It would be easier for her that way, giving her the extra room to move around in as she was getting things sorted away. Some things we'd probably still end up needing to store down in the basement... but there was no rush, her things could stay in the living room as long as she needed them to. What she needed most right now was a chance to stop, and breathe. Everything else could wait.
I returned her keys, and placed our order. Then, I suggested that she should probably take a moment to put some of her things away upstairs. For myself, I'd have much rather taken the time to just talk to her... but I could tell that just coming to see me, to ask me for help, had already put her through the emotional wringer. She needed some time to decompress, without me looking over her shoulder while she did it. And putting some of her things into her room, to start making it feel more like her own space again... I figured that might help.
Our food arrived, and we sat down at the table together to eat, as I asked her to help fill me in on everything that had been happening in her life. It had been so long! I could see little pieces of the girl I used to know, in the young woman sitting across from me. She still liked to dance; 'modern', whatever that was, rather than ballet now, and she'd given up the aspiration of ever doing it professionally, though she still really enjoyed it. She was on the high school volleyball team—she'd made varsity when she was still only a sophomore, the only girl from her year who had! She'd had parts in the school plays; a non-speaking guard of the Queen of Hearts, in Alice in Wonderland, as a freshman. One of the Merry Murderesses, in Chicago, as a sophomore—her first musical, which she'd been really nervous about even auditioning for, but which she had ended up loving! This last year, she'd played Karen, in Mean Girls, where she felt like she'd finally had the chance to do some real acting, and where she'd discovered a true love for making an audience laugh. And this coming year, they were doing Romeo and Juliet. Leads were always reserved for seniors, she told me, and she was absolutely determined to win the role of Juliet! She'd been practising ever since the last play had wrapped, and she already had almost the entire play memorized; not only Juliet's lines, but everyone else's, as well!
She hadn't told any of her friends that her mom had died.
She'd been in shock. She didn't say so, but it was obvious. She'd been trying to keep herself together, trying to control what few aspects of her life she still could. But with no money, no more food in the apartment, barely a quarter tank of gas in the little beater of a car her Mom had been able to afford for her when she'd gotten her licence at sixteen... eventually, reality had wormed its way in past the denial. And then, she'd come to me.
“I'm glad you're here, Eadie,” I told her, reaching across the table to offer her my hand. She grabbed hold, squeezing hard, wiping her eyes with her other hand.
We finished eating and put the rest into the fridge, I showed her how the dishwasher worked, and she asked me if we could maybe have a movie night together, the way we used to. She could have asked me to pluck the moon from the sky for her, and I'd have figured out a way to get it done! Movie night on the couch together was easy.
I sat down on the couch, expecting her to cuddle up beside me the way her mom used to do. She sat in my lap instead, just like when she'd been a little girl. I tensed up for a moment... but I quickly made myself relax, and I don't think she noticed. It made sense, once I had a moment to think about it. When she'd been little, cuddling up in my lap like that had made her feel safe, and loved. With everything she'd been going through, of course she would be seeking those same feelings now. I handed her the remote, and wrapped my arms around her skinny, toned little waist. She grabbed the blanket I kept on the couch and laid it out to cover us, snuggling happily into place and leaning back to rest her head against my shoulder, as she started searching for something she wanted to watch.
She decided on the first Shrek movie; always one of her favourites, when she'd been little, and apparently it still was. I hadn't watched it since she and her mom had moved out. I tried to concentrate on the movie, to not think about the amazing, sexy young girl occupying my lap. And especially not to let myself stare down into the absolutely phenomenal cleavage she was displaying, or to notice the way her firm, braless nipples were poking out against the tight, thin fabric of her tiny little top! But whatever orders my brain was sending, my body had other ideas. God... I just hoped she wouldn't notice the way my cock was swelling beneath her, pressing upwards against her firm, round little ass!
The movie came to an end, and she bashfully asked if we could stay up to watch the second one, too. It was getting kind of late already... but how could I possibly tell her no? And tomorrow was Sunday, I'd already been planning to sleep in anyways. It wouldn't matter if I stayed up a little bit later than I'd been planning. Eadie clearly needed the extra cuddles, and feeling of security. I kissed her on her cheek, and told her that of course we could.
About half-way through, I could tell Eadie was getting sleepy. She started squirming more, holding my arms tighter around her waist. I wondered if she was going to fall asleep in my lap—she used to do that a lot, as a little girl, before I'd carry her up to bed and her mom and I would tuck her in. She always used to get so annoyed the next morning, when she realized she'd missed the ending of whatever movie we'd been watching at the time! It was a close thing, I could tell, but this time she managed to stay awake through to the end. I turned off the tv, and we peeled ourselves up off the couch, Eadie leaning up against my side with my arm around her waist as I helped guide her up the stairs.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, pausing outside the hallway bathroom, turning to frown back down the stairs. “My toothbrush, and paste!”
“I keep spares in the drawer next to the sink, sweetie. Just use those. No need to search through all those bags tonight looking for the right one.”
“Okay,” she smiled, biting her lip as she lowered her eyes to look at my chest. “Thank you again... for everything! You have no idea what this means to me, you taking me in like this, when I just showed up at your door out of nowhere...”
“It was never even a question, sweetie,” I told her, pulling her into my arms for a hug. “I've missed you so much! The hardest part of breaking up with your mom, was that it meant losing you, too! I wish I'd done a better job staying in touch...”
“That wasn't your fault,” she shook her head where it rested against my chest. “I know you tried. Mom... mom wouldn't even let me return your calls, much less let me see you anymore. But I never forgot about you. Never!”
“Oh, sweetie...” I hugged her tighter, kissing her hair as I sighed. So that was why! I'd always wondered. I'd thought maybe Eadie had been mad at me, too, taking her mother's side and blaming me for the breakup, not wanting to see me anymore. I should have realized Heather was much more likely to be the one at fault. “I've never forgotten about you, either! I love you, Eadie! So, so much!”
“I love you, too, Daddy!” She sniffled, starting to cry again. I held her, lovingly stroking her hair and back, until she got herself under control again. Then she backed away a little, smiling shyly and wiping away her remaining tears as she looked up into my eyes, before stretching up to kiss my cheek. “Good night.”
“Night, sweetheart,” I said, softly caressing her cheek in my palm. “Remember, if you need anything, anything at all, I'm just right across the hall.”
She nodded that she understood, and vanished into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I continued on into my bedroom, and my small en-suite bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed. But as I returned to my bedroom, I decided I'd better only strip down to my boxers, rather than fully naked the way I normally slept, in case she did end up needing me for something in the middle of the night. I turned out the light and crawled under the covers, the memory of the smell of Eadie's hair, and the feeling of her in my arms, lulling me to rest.
It was maybe half an hour later, when I was just on the verge of falling asleep, that I heard the soft, timid knocking, my door slowly swinging open.
“Ummm... are you still awake?” Eadie asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
“What's wrong, sweetie?” I yawned. “Do you need something?”
“Ummm...” she hemmed, her silhouette in the doorway barely visible in the darkness. “Do you think, maybe it would be okay if... if I slept in here with you, tonight? I, uhhh... I couldn't sleep. And... I think I could just really use the extra cuddles tonight, if that would be okay?”
“Oh!” I gulped in sudden nervousness. Having her sit in my lap was one thing... even if I hadn't been able to control my body's response to her, at least I'd mostly been able to ignore it. Having her actually sharing my bed, though... But how could I deny her? She clearly needed this; I couldn't let my own discomfort with the idea get in the way of that. “Of course, sweetie. No problem.”
“Ok, thanks,” she sighed with relief, hurrying over and climbing in under the covers with me. I rolled flat onto my back, thinking that would be safest. It didn't much matter; she snuggled right up against me, resting her head on my chest, her big, firm breasts pressing tightly against my side. She was still wearing her tiny little tank top, but as I wrapped my arm around her back, my hand grazing her hip, I noticed she'd lost her shorts, now wearing only a pair of tiny cotton panties. She lifted her leg, draping it across mine, snuggling even closer—I could feel the heat of her pussy, pressed right up against my hip! God, grant me strength! I kissed her hair, squeezing her tighter under my arm, praying she wouldn't notice the effect she was having on me. She nuzzled me sleepily, her delicate little fingers stroking through my chest hair.
“Ben?” she asked.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“I couldn't cry,” she said, barely even a whisper. “When the cops came to the house, and told me... and after. I wanted to. I knew I was supposed to... but I couldn't. Two weeks, and I didn't cry once. Not until... not until I saw you standing there in your door. Why... why couldn't I cry? I think... I think I must be broken...” And then she started again; quieter this time, compared to how she had before, but I could feel the wetness dripping onto my chest.
“Oh, sweetie...” I squeezed her tighter, kissing her hair again. “You aren't broken. There's nothing wrong with you, nothing at all! There is no 'normal', or 'right', when it comes to grief. It hits us all differently, in different ways, and at different times. I think you were just in shock, and your mind was walling up your feelings, because you weren't ready to deal with them yet. When you saw me... maybe that was just the first time you felt safe enough to let go.”
“You do make me feel safe,” she sniffled. “You always made me feel safe.”
“That's my job, sweetie,” I said. “Not just making you feel safe... making sure you are safe! And you will always, always be safe with me! This will always be your home, and I will always keep you safe!”
Her tears intensified a bit after that, and it took her a while for her to get herself back under control again. I was glad. 'Tears are just pain leaving the body', that's what my mom always said. The more Eadie was able to cry, letting those emotions flow along with the tears, the better it would be for her.
“There's... there's something else I need to tell you...” she whispered, once the tears had stopped. I couldn't see her clearly, in the dark... but there was something in her voice. Not just shyness, I was pretty sure. Whatever she was preparing herself to tell me, I thought I detected some real reluctance there. Maybe even fear.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me, sweetie,” I comfortingly rubbed her hip. “You can always tell me anything, no matter what!”
“You say that now... but you don't know,” she said. She seemed to shrink in on herself somehow as she lay there next to me, her voice dropping to a whisper. “It... it was my fault you and Mom broke up.”
“Sweetie, no!” I objected, I squeezed her tighter. “That isn't true at all! Your mom and I had problems... but it had nothing to do with you! Nothing at all!”
“But... it did, though, you don't understand,” she started to cry again. “Mom... she thought you were touching me.”
“What?” I gasped in shock. “But I never! Never, sweetie!”
“Of course you didn't! I'd obviously be the one to know, if you did!” she whimpered through her tears, clutching at my chest. “But... I didn't understand, at the time. All the questions she would ask me about you, when she and I were alone, about what you and I did together when she wasn't around... I thought she was just being weird. It wasn't until years later that I finally put it together, and realized what she'd been trying to ask me at the time... Only really, she wasn't trying to ask me at all. She'd already made up her mind, she was just trying to get me to confirm it. And when I wouldn't... somehow, that only made it even worse! She thought I was trying to protect you. And to... to steal you from her, I guess. That's when she started getting so angry, and jealous, and started picking fights with you all the time.”
“Oh, sweetie...” I gasped. Suddenly it all made sense. The unprovoked rages she would fly into, her idiotic excuses and lies, her absolute refusal to explain what was actually wrong. “Even if that's true, that is still none of your fault!”
“It is, though... it is my fault...” she said. “Because... because I wanted you to, Daddy.”
“Wanted me to...” I repeated dumbly, my eyes going wide in the darkness, unable to believe what she seemed to be saying.
“Wanted you to touch me... just like Mom already thought you were,” she confirmed, sniffling against my chest. “I was in love with you. I barely even knew what sex was, back then... but whatever it was, I knew I wanted you to do it to me. But I was afraid of what you would think of me, if I admitted how I felt. I knew it was wrong... you were my Daddy! But... that didn't stop me from feeling that way. I was so careful to hide it... but not careful enough, I guess. Mom figured it out somehow. Only... she thought you'd been the one to initiate it. That you'd seduced me behind her back, while she was at work. And... I guess you kinda had, in a way. But only by being the most amazing man I've ever met. It's not like you meant to, or anything... but you did, just by being you.”
“Oh, Eadie... that still doesn't make it your fault!” I held her tighter, kissing her hair, my mind reeling. “You were only ten! Your mom was the adult... If she was worried I was doing something like that, then it was her responsibility to confront me about it, and figure out if it was true or not. Not to just blow up our lives based on nothing but her own imagination! And whatever ended up happening between her and I as a result, whether we ended up breaking up or not, she never, ever should have let you believe any of it was your fault!”
She started sobbing again, and I could do nothing but hold her and cuddle her through it. God, what her mother had put her through... I'd never thought of myself as a particularly violent man. But in that moment, feeling my beautiful, sweet little girl shaking against my side... it was a good thing Heather was already dead, or I'd have been sorely tempted to kill her myself!
“I still am, you know,” she sniffled, wiping away her tears with her hand after she'd finally cried herself out.
“You still are... what, sweetie?” I asked, too consumed with my anger for Heather at the moment to follow Eadie's train of thought.
“Still in love with you, of course,” she whispered, turning her head, and softly, sweetly kissing me on my chest. “I always have been... it's never gone away.”
“Sweetie...” I shook my head in denial.
“I've never had a boyfriend... never even been kissed,” she continued unabated, kissing me more intently this time... softly closing her lips around my nipple, making me shudder. “I get asked... but no boy has ever been able to live up to you. It would have been wrong, before... I know that. But... I'm not a little girl anymore, Ben. It wouldn't be wrong now... not anymore.”
She was moving before I realized what she intended, sliding herself up on top of me, her amazing, heavy breasts pressed tightly against my chest, her long, slender legs straddling my hips.
“Sweet—mmph!” She kissed me, hard, straight on my lips, cutting me off! And she started gently rocking her hips, grinding herself against my cock!
“Eadie, I...” I grasped her by her shoulders, forcing some distance between us. I'd adjusted enough to the darkness now, I could finally see her more clearly. And God help me... the look of utter love and devotion in her eyes, absolutely took my breath away!
“I know what you're going to say,” she breathed. “That this is a mistake... that I'm just acting out of my grief, for Mom... But that isn't what this is. I miss her... I'm always going to miss her. But this, between you and me... I've wanted this my entire life! And I'm finally old enough now that you don't have to feel guilty about it anymore. I'm not doing this because I miss Mom... I'm doing this because she isn't here anymore to stop me!”
“Eadie, I—”
“And don't you dare say that you don't want me too!” She cut me off, giggling cutely, and rubbing herself more forcefully against my crotch. “I may not be experienced... but I know what I'm feeling down there! If you wanted me any more, you'd already have torn your way through your boxers, and probably straight through my panties, too!”
“I—” she laid her finger across my lips this time.
“It's okay, Ben...” she said, her voice suddenly serious. “I know this must feel way, way too fast. We haven't even spoken in years... and now here I am, showing up out of nowhere like this, asking you to make love to me. Of course you're going to be worried! And... maybe even a little bit scared. From your point of view, this is too fast! I know that. But... I've had years, and years, to think, and to dream about this. I know exactly what it is that I want! This isn't just some stupid, little-girl crush! It isn't just a whim, that I'm going to wake up regretting in the morning. I'm in love with you! Completely, totally in love with you! And... I know you aren't in love with me. Not yet, not the way I am. But that's okay! You do love me, that much I know for sure. That, I've always known. And... you want me, too. That was the part I was worried about. But I've been feeling how much you want me, ever since I sat down in your lap on the couch!” She giggled bashfully at that, glancing down between us, at where she was eagerly, relentlessly grinding herself on me. “And if you love me, and you want me... then that's already a really, really good start. For the rest, for being in love with me... I have faith.”
“Faith?” I asked, quirking my lip despite myself.
“I mean...” she met my eyes again, smiling impishly, lovingly stroking my cheek with her palm. “You did fall in love with Mom, after all... If I can't do a better job making you fall in love with me than that crazy bitch, then I don't deserve to be in love!”
I laughed. God help me, but I did. And when Eadie leaned downwards again, pressing against my grip on her shoulders... I no longer had the resolve to resist. She kissed me again, even harder than before... and I kissed her back.
“This is still a really, really bad idea, you know...” I forced myself to murmur against her lips. But the weight of her huge, firm tits pressing against my chest, and the feeling of her hot little teenage pussy grinding against my hard, almost painfully-straining cock, were quickly wearing me down.
“Don't care!” she giggled again. “You're mine now, Daddy! You are finally, finally mine! And I am never, ever letting you out of my life again!”
She opened her lips, forcing her tongue impatiently and inexpertly against my mouth. It was immediately apparent she hadn't been lying, about never having been kissed before.
“Slow down, sweetie,” I corrected her, gently rubbing my hands up and down her waist. “There's no rush. We have all night... Your first kiss should be something to remember in its own right, not just a speed bump you rushed over, in your hurry to have sex!”
“Sorry,” she pulled away, shyly averting her eyes and biting her lip. “Was I really that bad at it?”
“No worse than you're supposed to be, for your first time,” I smiled up at her, raising my hand to comfortingly stroke my fingers through her hair. “Everyone—and I do mean everyone!—is bad at kissing the first time they try it! You didn't go straight out onto the highway the first time you got behind the wheel of a car, did you? Kissing is a skill, just like anything else, and it takes time and practice to get good at it. But if it makes you feel any better... you're far, far from my worst! My first time... she cut my lip on her braces!”
“No!” she gasped, her eyes going wide with shock and second-hand horror.
“Yep!” I laughed. “And it was no little poke, either... she really sliced me open, I bled right into her mouth! And when she realized she'd swallowed some by accident... she spent the next ten minutes gagging, trying not to throw up, while I was holding a towel to my lip, trying to get the bleeding to stop!”
“Oh, God!” she laughed, shaking her head. “Is it bad that actually makes me feel better?”
“Not at all, sweetie,” I chuckled. “But take it from me... when you're starting out, slower is always going to work out better. Trust your instincts, and listen to what your body's telling you. I think you'll be amazed at how naturally things will come to you, if you just let yourself relax, and give yourself the time to enjoy it, rather than trying to rush straight ahead.”
“More like this, Daddy?” she asked, pressing her lips once more to mine; slow, gentle, and much more patient this time.
“Perfect...” I murmured into her lips, making her giggle again. “Absolutely perfect, baby!”
“Mmmm... call me that again, Daddy!” she purred, squirming happily against me.
“You are so beautiful, baby!” I whispered, lovingly stroking my hands up and down her sides. “So unbelievably, stunningly gorgeous! You were always pretty, even as a little girl. But now... I can hardly even believe how beautiful you've grown up to be! And I do love you, baby. I've always loved you!”
She moaned happily at my words, and took my advice to heart, following my lead as we began softly, gently making out. When we started becoming more passionate, it was natural, and gradual. Licking at each other's lips, Eadie grinding herself a little bit faster, and harder against my crotch. My hand, travelling downward to her tiny, round little ass... giving her a squeeze that made her gasp against my lips, trembling on top of me.
She pushed herself upwards, cutely biting her lip, staring me straight in my eyes as she quickly stripped off her top.
“God, baby!” I gasped, devouring her with my eyes. As amazing as she'd looked in that tiny, thin little top, that was nothing compared to how she looked out of it!
“You really like them, Daddy?” she asked, shyly looking down at herself as she continued chewing her lip.
“They are incredible, baby!” I told her, shaking my head in awed disbelief. “I don't even have the words!” I took them into my hands—they were so firm, and heavy! With just enough give to them to really sink my fingers into, as I gave her a squeeze! She moaned, her eyelids fluttering closed as she ground herself faster against my cock. She leaned down again, resuming our kiss once more—and this time, restraint and patience were the last things on either of our minds, our tongues swirling deeply into each other's mouths!
I slipped my hands out from between us, returning one down to her ass, the other sliding into her hair, cupping the back of her head as we passionately, ravenously made out. I wanted so much to continue playing... to explore every inch of those unbelievable teenage tits! But in that moment, I wanted even more for there to be nothing at all between us; to feel their weight, and heat, and softness, pressed directly against my chest!
Eadie started panting, her hips taking on a frantic, uncontrollable twitch, her eyes going wide.
“Oh! Oh Daddyyyy!” she wailed into the night, gasping and kicking, her hands clawing desperately at the sheets. I held her tight, kissing and stroking her as she fought her way through it, until she finally collapsed again, softly, slowly nuzzling her cheek against my chest.
“God, baby...” I murmured to her, stroking her back and kissing her hair. “You are so freaking pretty when you cum!”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she giggled bashfully, still trying to catch her breath. “It kinda snuck up on me, there... I think because it was my first time rubbing myself on an actual cock, and I didn't realize what a difference that was going to make. I had no idea I was already getting so close!”
She lifted herself and began kissing me again, but she couldn't go back to rubbing herself on me; every time she tried, she'd instantly break off with a gasp, tremors of too-intense pleasure racing through her body as she moaned into my mouth.
“Having a little trouble there, baby?” I chuckled into her lips, tightly squeezing her cute little ass in both hands.
“Just a little,” she giggled shyly, wiggling herself into my grip, causing yet another moan and shudder. “I honestly don't know what's going on down there... I always get extra-sensitive after I cum, but it normally doesn't last like this!”
“Well... let's see if we can't give you a little help with that!” I grinned, swiftly rolling us over so she was on her back, making her squeal in surprise. I kissed her, hard, then pushed myself up, sitting back onto my heels. I lifted her legs up into the air, pinning them against my chest, turning my head to give her soft, slow kisses on her cute little ankles, making her giggle, as I slowly stroked my hands up and down the tops of her slender, shapely thighs. She moaned, squirming happily on the bed and biting her lip, as she reached up to start playing with her breasts for me as I watched. She squeezed, and kneaded, and bounced... she pinched her nipples, gasping adorably as she stretched them upwards against the weight of those huge, heavy tits! I slipped my fingertips under the band of her cute little panties, pulling them under the curves of her magnificent little ass, and slowly, slowly up her slender little thighs, her amazing, shapely calves, off her cute, delicate little feet. I tossed them aside, and she slowly, shyly opened her legs for me.
“Is it okay, Daddy?” she asked, nervously chewing her lip.
“It's beautiful, Baby!” I purred as I stared. “Just like the rest of you!” Her outer lips were shaved smooth as silk, flushed a lovely, soft shade of pink, her mound sporting the tiniest little tuft of soft blonde hair. And her inner ones... tiny and delicate, and absolutely covered in the creamy white evidence of the orgasm she'd just had!
I didn't dare tell her what I was really thinking, as I stared down at that delectable, perfect little pussy; that she was so tiny, and tight, I easily could have believed she was still ten years old, if it wasn't for the evidence of that little patch of hair, and those huge, incredible tits of hers proving otherwise! I backed away on the bed, bending down for a kiss.
“Daddy, no!” she objected, her eyes going wide and panicked as she caught me by my cheeks. “I...” she gulped, her head shaking vigorously. “I... just came, Daddy! I'm all sticky down there now!”
“All the better for me to taste you, baby!” I grinned up at her, forcing my way past her resistance, toward my goal. She gasped loudly as I made contact, and I purred with pleasure, leaving no room for doubt at how much I was enjoying myself.
“You're delicious, baby!” I moaned against her folds, looking up into her eyes along the slender, toned length of her cute little belly, above the mounds of her firmly rounded tits, still gripped tightly in her hands as she stared nervously down into my eyes. “So fresh, and new, and clean tasting! Like a brisk ocean breeze!”
“You really mean that, Daddy?” she chewed her lip. “You aren't just saying it? I really taste okay?”
“Better than just 'okay', baby!” I purred directly against her adorable little clitty, the vibration of my lips as I spoke making her gasp. “I love it! And I love this cute little tuft of hair, too! It's so soft... I love the way it tickles my nose, as I'm going down on you!” I rubbed my nose back and forth through it, breathing deeply of her smell, making her giggle and squirm. “I can hardly wait to make you cum for me like this!”
“Me too, Daddy,” she admitted shyly. I smiled up at her again, then eagerly got to work, slipping my hands under her cute little ass, squeezing tight as I began to lick, and kiss. She moaned sweetly, her eyes fluttering adorably closed, unable to resist the pleasure I was making her feel. She was so soft, and hot against my lips! I licked up and down, up and down, gradually easing my way between her tiny, sealed-together little lips, pushing my way inside. She trembled adorably, giving up on playing with her breasts, lovingly stroking her fingers through my hair, pulling me tighter against her lips. I kissed her as deeply as I could reach, penetrating her hot, wet little love-tunnel with my tongue, swirling it inside her! She began rocking her hips, her soft, firm thighs tightening around the sides of my face.
“Don't stop, Daddy!” she suddenly gasped. “Don't stop! Keep doing it, just like that!”
I was surprised, but pleasantly so; I'd really just been enjoying myself playing with her, expecting to need to concentrate on her clit, maybe combining it with fingering her a little, before I'd bring her over. Being able to make her do it just from tongue-fucking her... this was going to be something new, for both of us!
I tightened my grip on her ass, holding her in place, and tried my best not to change anything else. She was moaning, panting, her incredible tits heaving on her chest, her firm, suckable nipples pointing proudly into the air. More and more she was rocking her hips, grinding herself against my face, fucking herself on my deeply extended tongue.
“Oh, Daddy!” she gasped. “Oh, Daddy! Daddy, I'm cummiiiing!” she squealed, her back arching completely off the bed, her entire body going into convulsions as the orgasm took her. I had to slip my hands out from under her ass, grabbing her by the tops of her thighs, pinning her against my shoulders to hold her in place. She kicked and fought, but I had all the leverage; I kept swirling my tongue in her, feeling her rhythmically clenching down, as her tight little pussy delivered wave after wave of sweet, creamy girl-cum for me to devour!
She came down slowly, and I slowly withdrew my tongue, gently kissing and licking her to carry her through her aftershocks. She started to giggle, exhausted and satisfied, and that was my cue to start working my way up the bed, kissing every inch of her body on my way up to her lips.
Or at least... I'd been intending to make my way up to her lips. I... may have gotten a little side-tracked, by her breasts. She didn't seem to mind, cooing and purring to me as she held me in her arms, stroking her fingers lovingly through my hair, directing me back and forth between them, making sure neither one was neglected for long.
“You'll be gentle with me, won't you, Daddy?” she asked, and I lifted my eyes to hers, to see her nervously chewing her lip again. “You're... you're going to be my first.”
“Your only, baby,” I corrected gently, making her smile. “And of course I will. I can't promise it won't still hurt a little, especially the first time... you're really, really tiny, and tight! But we can go as slow as you need to, baby. And if it ever hurts too much, all you have to do is say the word, and we can stop, and try again later, after we've given you some more time to adjust, first.”
She smiled, nervous but brave, and nodded her head. I gave her two more soft, slow kisses first, one to each nipple, then began making my way up the slope of her breast, along her neck, up the graceful curve of her jaw. She was giggling sweetly in anticipation by the time I finally reached her mouth, and I reached down to push my boxers down my thighs, freeing myself at last.
“Don't let me see it, Daddy!” Eadie whispered, and I backed away from our kiss enough to look her in her eyes, my head tilted in confusion.
“I...” she bit her lip again, shyly averting her eyes. “I could already feel how big it is, when I was rubbing on it. If I actually see it... I'm afraid I'll get too scared, and tense up, and you won't be able to get it in.”
“Okay, baby,” I agreed, lovingly stroking my fingers through her hair. “How about you just concentrate on kissing me, and you let me take care of everything else?”
She smiled and nodded in gratitude, pulling me back down to her kiss, as I reached down beneath myself, and laid myself on top of her lips. Not notched into place, not yet! Just laying the weight of myself on top of her, and gently starting to stroke, rubbing myself against her as we made out. Just the way she'd been doing earlier, the first time she'd cum for me... only now, without any clothes in our way, her hot, wet little pussy rubbing directly against the skin of my cock.
She moaned into my mouth, rocking her hips in time with my thrusts, her hands stroking up and down my back, and through my hair. I wished I could have made her cum again like that, just rubbing my stiff, swollen cock between her luscious little pussy lips... but it was feeling far too good for me, too. There was no way I was going to risk doing anything that might end up with me cumming early, without me being able to properly satisfy her with my cock inside her! So once I'd given her enough time to become fully involved in our kiss, I reached down again, raising my hips and notching myself into position. She gasped, her body stiffening... I nipped playfully at her lower lip, bringing her back to our kiss. And since I wasn't pushing yet, just holding myself in place, she slowly relaxed again. I waited another few minutes before I began rocking my hips, just the tiniest fraction of an inch at a time, slowly coaxing her into opening for me.
It worked. Not quickly, not easily, but it worked. Little by little she opened for me, her delicious little honey-put providing more than enough lubrication to ease the way. It was still quite a stretch, especially the moment my thick, swollen head finally popped inside—she whimpered, trembling and biting down on my shoulder, trying not to cry, as I kissed and cuddled her through the pain. I offered to stop, then... but she looked at me like I was crazy! I laughed, and so did she, weakly, as I gently, carefully started thrusting again, getting her used to having me inside her.
It got easier after that, once I could properly start thrusting in her, letting the pleasure of it help loosen her up. It wasn't until the last few inches, as we were approaching her final limit, that it started getting more difficult again. But by that point, there was no way in hell she was going to be content stopping early! She was actually the one grabbing my ass, trying to pull me deeper, making me be the one forcing her to wait, giving her the time she obviously needed to adjust. I could hardly believe it as I finally bottomed out in her, grinding myself tightly against her soft, hot little lips.
“We did it, Daddy?” she gasped, her eyes going wide as she felt the difference. “Really? The whole thing?”
“Every last inch, baby!” I confirmed with a chuckle and a kiss. “But I think that's definitely a 'you' accomplishment, not a 'we' accomplishment! God, I am so proud of you!”
“Me too, honestly!” she giggled with relief, exaggeratedly wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, turning my chuckle into a full-blown laugh. She bit her lip; not nervously, this time... seductively. With such pure, unadulterated lust and need in her eyes, it sent a shiver straight up my spine. “Fuck me, Daddy! Now that we know I can really take it... I want you to fuck me, hard! I've been dreaming about this forever, Daddy... I want you to fuck me! I want you to use me! I want you to use this tiny little teenage pussy, to pleasure your huge, thick Daddy cock!”
“Are...” I gulped, fighting against the sudden tightness in my throat. “Are you sure, baby? This is still your first time... there's really good odds you're biting off more than you can chew, asking me for something like that!”
“I don't care, Daddy!” she vigorously shook her head. “I can be sore in the morning! As a matter of fact... I want to be sore in the morning! I want the memory... I want the proof, of knowing I was as good for you as I could be! That I gave myself to you, completely! As long as I know I can really take it, that you aren't actually going to tear anything in there, and actually injure me, or anything... a little bit of pain doesn't bother me, Daddy. I want you to use me... I want you to make me yours!”
“Like this, baby?” I asked her, shoving myself in as deep, and hard as I could, driving the breath from her lungs, her eyes going wide and her head rocking back, her body futilely trying to arch beneath me, her small, sharp little nails digging into the flesh of my back. “Is this what you want?”
She nodded, vigorously, but it wasn't until I'd finished another dozen deep, powerful thrusts that she was finally able to gather enough air to speak.
“Yes, Daddy! Yes!” she wailed. “Take me, Daddy! Take me hard! I love it! I love the way you're fucking me!”
“I love it too, baby!” I growled. “God, I love this tight little teenage pussy! You feel incredible, baby! Absolutely amazing!”
“You do, Daddy! You do!” she gasped.
There was no more room for speaking, after that. Gasping, moaning, squealing... the occasional, desperate little whimper. But neither of us had the breathe to spare for actual speech. Not until I could see her getting close to another orgasm, her eyes going wide and panicked as she stared upwards into my own, her nails digging deeper into my back, wordlessly telling me what was about to happen.
“Do it, baby!” I managed to gasp. “Cum for Daddy! Be my good little girl, and cum on Daddy's cock!”
“Daddyyy! she shrieked, thrashing and bucking beneath me. And God, what a ride she was! I thought she'd been tight before! But as the orgasm tore through her, wave after wave of pleasure racing endlessly up and down her nerves, her tiny, tight little cunny convulsing around me... I swear, it was like she was trying to rip off my cock! I could barely even move in her anymore, she'd become so tight! But I kept going, tiny, hard little thrusts, pounding relentlessly into her end; she hadn't said so, not in so many words, but the reactions of her body had already taught me exactly what she liked best.
On and on it went, far longer than any she'd had previously. I wish I knew just what was happening behind those gorgeous, pale blue eyes of hers; just when I thought she was about to finish, she'd stare into my eyes for a moment, and start right back up again! But eventually she started coming down for real, and I laid off the force of my thrusting a little, easing her down through the tail end of her aftershocks... Until she grabbed my ass, that is, grinning up and me and yanking me roughly into her again. I laughed, kissing her hard, and went right back to giving it to her the way she needed.
It wasn't long before she started climbing that hill once again. And this time, I knew I was close enough to be able to join her.
“I'm getting close, baby,” I warned her, panting against her lips. “Where are you going to want it?”
“Inside me, Daddy!” she gasped. “I want it inside me!”
“You're on birth control?” I asked, needing to make sure.
She bit her lip, and I could see in her eyes the impulse to lie.
“No, Daddy,” she reluctantly admitted. “But I don't care! I want you to cum in me! I want you to make me yours!”
“Baby...” I shook my head. This was crazy!
“Please, Daddy! Please!” she whimpered. “I want to be yours, Daddy! I... I want to have your babies! Please, Daddy! I want you, I need you, to cum in me! I... I want you to breed me, Daddy! I want you to breed this tiny teenage pussy, and make me yours! I want you to knock me up! I want you to put your baby in me! Please, Daddy! Please!”
“Eadie...” I gulped, trying like hell to remind myself what a horrible idea this was! I hadn't even seen her in years... she was a virtual stranger, for crying out loud!
“Ohhh, I'm going to cum again, Daddy!” she moaned. “Your huge Daddy cock is going to make me cum for you again!”
“Not yet, baby!” I growled. Fuck it! Crazy or not... I wanted this, too! “I want you to wait... wait until you feel me cumming in you, before you do!”
“I... I'll try, Daddy!” she gasped, her eyes going wide. She was whimpering, trembling, clutching at my back, desperately trying to hold off. I started speeding up, the heat and pressure welling up inside me, spurring me on. I was slamming into her as deep and hard as I could, her amazing, soaking wet little pussy squelching audibly. She wrapped her legs around me, crossing her ankles at my lower back, holding me close, my hips smacking loudly against the backs of her amazing, slender little thighs!
“Oh, baby... I'm so close!” I moaned.
“Do it, Daddy! Please!” she begged, her voice a desperate, pleading whimper. “Cum in me, Daddy! I need you to cum in me!”
“Oh, take it, baby!” I grunted, driving in hard, my cock pulsing painfully as I finally delivered my hot, potent seed! “”Take Daddy's cum!”
“Daddyyy!” she screamed, her entire body going instantly into convulsions. I was doing it! I was really doing it! Flooding my beautiful baby girl's unprotected, fertile teenage womb with my cum! Over and over I slammed into her, jet after jet shooting inside her, filling her up! She wailed and thrashed, and I rode her all the way through. Even after my own orgasm had long-since faded, still I kept thrusting; unbelievable, world-shaking waves of pleasure ripping through my over-sensitive cock, as I carried her through to the very end of her own, and finally, slowly eased her down.
I rolled us over to my back, afraid my arms would give out and make me crush her if I didn't. I held her to my chest, stroking my hands up and down her sexy, sweat-slickened, slender little back, her heavy, hot tits squished tightly to my chest, residual tremors periodically shaking one or the other of us, sending shivers of pleasure racing through us both. We were panting, gasping for breath—but we couldn't stop kissing each other, her to my chest, me in her hair; soft, wordless confessions of our love.
Slowly, we started to recover. And still we held each other, my slowly-deflating cock still ensconced deeply within her embrace, her delicate little hands clutching the sides of my chest, as mine found their way downward, caressing and squeezing her amazing, firm little ass.
“Was I okay, Daddy?” she suddenly asked. And as she raised her head to meet my gaze, I saw such nervousness and need in her beautiful blue eyes, it absolutely took my breath away! “Because you can tell me, if there's anything I can do better! I want to be good for you, Daddy! I need you to tell me, so I can!”
“Baby... you were incredible!” I gasped, shaking my head in disbelief that she possibly could have thought otherwise. “The best I've ever had, no question!”
“Really, Daddy?” she asked, cutely, nervously chewing in her lip. “Even... even better than Mom?”
“Definitely!” I smiled down at her, lovingly, reassuringly stroking my fingers through her soft, sweat-dampened hair. “It's not like she was bad, or anything... your mom comes in at a strong second place; she was built the same as you are, after all, and a body like yours results in some serious bonus points, even if you just laid there like a dead fish! But you, baby...” I sighed, shaking my head, trying to figure out how to put it into words. “Your mom always... held something back, I guess is the best way to explain it. It always felt like there was always a little piece of herself she couldn't quite bring herself to open up, and share with me. But you, baby... sex with you feels like you're opening up your very soul, and welcoming me inside! It wasn't just a question of how amazing you were physically—and you absolutely were, make no mistake about that!—but it was so much more than that, with you! I love you, baby! I love you so, so much!”
“I love you too, Daddy!” she wailed, pulling herself rapidly up my body (and half-way off my cock!) to kiss me passionately, frenetically on my lips. “I love you so much! So, so much!” The tears started falling as we kissed, so much intense, pent-up emotion needing a way to escape. I cuddled her tight, stroking every inch of her I could reach, as we made out. And by the time she finally started to slow, and relax... I had something else in mind.
“What do you say to a shower together, baby?” I suggested. “As much as I love being all hot and sweaty with you... in another few minutes, we're going to start drying off, and then we're just going to be all sticky, and gross.”
“Do you think... maybe we could try shower-sex too, Daddy?” she asked, hopefully biting her lip. “Or does it take you longer to recover than that?”
“With this hot, sexy little body of yours serving as my inspiration, baby?” I winked, pinching her on her adorable little ass, making her squeak. “I think you'd better count on it!”
She giggled sweetly, pulling herself the rest of the way off of me and rolling out of bed.
“Oh my God, Daddy!” she gasped as she turned to look back at me, her eyes going wide as she stared down at my crotch. “That whole thing was really up inside of me?”
“Sure was, sweetheart!” I laughed, rolling to my feet beside her and pulling her into my arms for a kiss, my boxers finally falling the rest of the way down to my ankles, where I could step out of them.
“God...” she moaned into my lips, trembling adorably as she reached down to take it into her hands, starting to play. “It's definitely a good thing you didn't let me see it, before you put it in! I'd have been way, way too scared!”
“And now, baby?” I teased.
“Now...” she grinned, flirtatiously biting her lip at me again. “Now... I'm just looking forward to trying again!”
I laughed, pinching her on her ass as I chased her into the bathroom, making her giggle and squeal. We cuddled and played under the shower as we cleaned each other up, Eadie completely freaking out as she saw the deep nail-marks she'd unknowingly left all over my back and ass. I had to promise her over and over again that I didn't mind—that I'd even enjoyed it! I made her let me wash her hair for her, giving me the time I needed to finish recovering. She really seemed to enjoy that, as I'd hoped she would, cooing happily and blindly playing with my cock and balls as I lovingly massaged her scalp. I spun her around after I finished, having her brace herself against the wall of the shower, kneading her huge, soaped-up and slippery tits, as I took her hard, deep and fast from behind!
We definitely needed to clean ourselves off again, after that! After which we got out, dried each other off, and cuddled up in bed together, spooning tight, my cock laying comfortably along the cleft of her spectacular little ass, my arm wrapped around her with my hand lovingly, possessively clutching her breast.
“Love you, Daddy!” she purred sleepily, utterly exhausted after everything I'd just finished putting her through, barely having enough energy left to twist and kiss me on my biceps, where she was resting her head. “Nighty-night!”
“Love you, baby!” I murmured back, softly kissing her in her hair. “Sweet dreams!”
“Who needs dreams anymore, Daddy?” she yawned, nuzzling happily against my arm. “All my dreams already came true!”
I chuckled softly, squeezing her tighter under my arm and kissing her again as I closed my eyes.
There was still so much we needed to do. We'd have to go back over to her and her mom's apartment tomorrow, to sort everything out, in terms of furniture, and kitchen utensils, and whatnot. She'd packed all her clothes, and whatever else she'd viewed as important at the time... But however she was feeling about it currently, I knew that sooner or later, she'd wish she'd held on to more of her mom's things. Even if it was just a random frying pan her mom used to make pancakes in... I wanted to make sure she would still have tokens of those memories, when she needed them.
But there was no particular rush. If I needed to pay for an extra month of rent on the place, so we could pick through it all at our leisure, that could be easily enough done. I was more worried about figuring out school stuff, to make sure she could still finish her last year with all her friends, even if it meant having to commute back and forth across town. She was so excited about auditioning for her play...
I smiled quietly to myself, sliding my hand down from her breast, to her tiny, skinny little belly, stroking her under my hand.
“What are you thinking about, Daddy?” she murmured quietly, just on the verge of sleep.
“I'm just imagining how sexy Juliet is going to look, with a big, pregnant belly!” I told her, kissing her again, making her squirm and giggle happily under my touch. She wrapped her arm on top of mine, holding my hand right on top of her fertile, cum-filled little teenage womb, as we drifted softly, lovingly down to sleep.