Adventures with my Daughter

This is the first part of my series – “Adventures with my Daughter”. It is a work of fiction and contains no events that actually took place between an adult and an adolescent in this reality.

“Adventures with my Daughter”

Part One: We become lovers.
As with most sexual relationships, the one with my daughter developed over time. We have always been close but grew closer following her mother’s leaving us when Pammy turned six. This was a traumatic time for her, just as she was entering school and beginning to understand some of what it means to be a young lady and not the tomboy she had been to that point. While she had her happy days, she also became more introspective and quiet following her mother’s departure. I truly missed the reckless little sprite she’d been and hoped that she would get back some of that energy some day.
I am an older dad having married Pammy’s mother when I was already 30. At 44 I am fairly athletic and keep in good shape. Keeping up with Pammy has me running her all over the place, but we also enjoy outdoors activities like hiking and canoeing. I had the snip-snip operation in my early 30s when having another child with my wife was no longer an option. Lovemaking was more passionate with her for a time, but she eventually traded me in for a young executive she met on a business trip and so it goes.
Pammy and I live in a medium-sized town in the Midwest and have connections to the community like most people. We are a bit more private than some, but we do get out and have a good time whenever we like. I work at an insurance company and do well enough to provide us with a comfortable lifestyle. Pammy goes to school, is in Girl Scouts, and is an excellent gymnast. She has won several competitions but doesn’t imagine that she’ll go on much beyond high school. She accesses the on-line world, but she is more the reader than the social networker. I check her laptop’s history from time to time and haven’t found anything worrisome.
At the age of 14, she is willowy and athletic, about 5’2”. She runs from place to place rather than strolling like most girls her age and often leaps over the last several stairs to the floor below. She has longish brown hair, dark, sparkling eyes, and a smile that would turn a monk to devilry. She is just starting to develop the curves that will define her as an adult but her firm body is a joy to regard.
I have been doing just that for awhile now, regarding her body. At first, I was just checking her as she grew from childhood to adolescence. Making sure she was healthy and on the watch for injuries from her practices. She has always dressed in loose clothing around the house: shorts, an old t-shirt, a loose sweatshirt. Even at school she dresses as though she were lounging around the house. It is only at gymnastic sessions that she dons tight, body-hugging leotards and it was at a recent practice that I began to notice that my darling girl was changing in ways that have become a source of confusing and contradictory thoughts for me.
Pammy’s breasts had begun to mound and fill out. I noticed that afternoon as she pushed through her routines that her nipples stood out against the fabric of her clothing. The effort of spinning and vaulting and leaping all around the practice floor was causing her young body to respond in ways she might not be aware of yet. But I became very aware as I watched her and my body responded in a way that I found disconcerting, to say the least. I finally had to force myself to look away from her as my eyes had become glued to her sinuous curves. It seemed like it was time to consider certain layers of clothing to protect her from other’s stares, and my own. I mentally reviewed which female in her life might be able to give her that advice. And wondered if I was up to it myself.
In the car on the way home, Pammy seemed a little preoccupied. I thought that she might be thinking about her routines or an up-coming event. She kept glancing over at me and finally asked me if she could ask me a question. She usually just blurts out whatever is on her mind so I knew this was a big one.
– Daddy?
– Sure, honey. What’s up?
– Well, Daddy. I was just wondering something.
– Yes? What are you wondering about, sweetie?
– Well, I saw you looking at me during practice.
– Yeah, I was, Pammy. So?
– It was more like you were staring, not just looking? Was something wrong?
Yes, something was wrong. At least in my mind. How could I explain without scaring her?
– Well, Pammy. Don’t get upset, but I was just noticing that your body is beginning to change. And, I don’t know, I got to thinking that my little girl wasn’t so little anymore. I worry about you in so many ways, that you might get hurt or that someone else will hurt you.