Andrea Sweet Andrea

Andrea Sweet Andrea

After my wife left me and ran off with my best friend I turned all of my attention toward my daughter. Andrea was only thirteen years old at the time but she sure knew what was going on. Her mother had given her the choice of going with her or staying with me. She stayed with me.

It was Andrea that told me that her mother had left us, not just me but us. She ran off with Fred my best friend and went clear across the country someplace. They wanted to get as far away from me as they could. I hope they were both scared that I would kill them. They needed to keep looking over their shoulders just for what they did to Andrea and I. All my wife took were her clothes and personal stuff…nothing else. She didn’t close out our bank accounts or even take her car…she just plain left.

I immediately filed for a divorce stating that she had abandoned us and probably could not be found to sign any papers. It took a year and some special judge to finalize it but at least it was over. The funny thing was that my ex-wife did not even know that she was free to marry Fred if she wanted too.

Andrea was fourteen at that time so I took her out on a date to celebrate. I bought her a nice new dress including bra, panties, pantyhose, and shoes. I had her get her fingernails done and her hair fixed. Then I got her a lesson in applying her makeup. At fourteen Andrea was becoming quite the little lady.

We went to a very nice restaurant. I had a medium rare steak, a lobster tail, and a shrimp cocktail. I finished it off with a cherry cheesecake and three beers. I had given my farewell dinner a lot of thought. I wanted to remember it for a very long time. Andrea ordered the lobster tail and a shrimp cocktail. We enjoyed our date together and celebrated our divorce.

A year later Andrea turned fifteen years old and wanted another date with daddy. So once again we bought a nice dress but this one was strapless with a V-neckline and it was kind of short. She looked at strapless bras but didn’t want one. That was something new. The panties that she picked out were now G-string panties they had even less material than a thong, if that was possible. Then she picked out a sexy pair of nylons and a sexy garter belt to match her panties. I suggested that she get the matching bra even if she wasn’t going to wear it with her new dress. I was surprised when she picked up a 32-C. I had no idea that she needed bigger bras already let alone a C-cup so I let her buy four more. Then it came to a pair of shoes. I couldn’t believe it when Andrea picked up a pair of six-inch stilettos. She was maturing before my very eyes. She walked very well in them too and confessed that she and one of her friends have tried on her mother’s high heels and practiced…a lot. Andrea wanted to get her hair and nails done again but said that she could do her own makeup this time.

That Friday evening I had reservations at our favorite restaurant. Andrea got all dolled up. Again I ordered a medium rare steak, a lobster tail, and a shrimp cocktail finished off with a cherry cheesecake and three beers. Andrea ordered four shrimp cocktails and a cherry cheesecake. I drank three beers and she had Pepsi. We had a great date and agreed that maybe we should do this one a month instead of once a year.

On the way home Andrea asked me to get her a bottle of Champaign. She wanted to taste it. So while I was there I bought myself a bottle of Crown Royal Special Reserve Canadian Whiskey for fifty dollars. I had a bottle, years ago and it was the best sipping whiskey I had ever tasted. When the salesman said that it had a rich, mellow, woody, full-bodied flavor and that it was smooth I could almost taste it. I had to buy a bottle. So when Andrea requested a bottle of Wild Cherry Flavored Brandy I just automatically said yes.

At home we opened the Champaign and each had a glass but my taste buds were only interested in the Crown Royal. Instead of using a shot glass I got out two small brandy snifters. I poured about two ounces in my glass and let Andrea pour her brandy into hers. I showed her how to warm it slightly with a lighter, swirl it around in the glass, and take a whiff of it’s aroma before taking a sip and swirling it around in her mouth and swallowing.