My Daughter Came Home Drunk From A Party

I heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, and was finally able to relax. I stayed where I was, turning down the volume on the tv a little, and waited for Octavia to appear.

“Hey there sweetie! How was your party?” I smiled up at her. She was radiant, every bit as beautiful as her mother had been at that age, and wearing the absolute hell out of the tiny little black, spaghetti-strap backless dress her auntie Sarah had bought her for her birthday a few weeks back. She was displaying far more cleavage and thigh than I was comfortable with… but with the full, firm D-cup breasts she’d inherited from her mother’s half of her genetics, she could have been wearing a sweatshirt for all it mattered, and I’d still have thought she was showing off too much! As tempted as I’d been, at least I’d had the sense not to try to forbid her from wearing it—her personality, she’d unfortunately gotten mostly from me, and I did not want to see what she’d have tried to wear instead if I’d been foolish enough to make her stubborn streak kick in!

“It was good! Fun!” she smiled. She stepped over to sit down next to me, but stumbled in her heels, letting out an adorable little squeal as she careened against my side. She giggled, righting herself and leaning against me, resting her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around her back and kissed her in her soft, raven-black hair. I reached over with my other hand, putting a finger under her chin and turning her to face me, peering deeply into her eyes.

“You, little miss Tavi, are drunk as a skunk!” I chuckled. She was underage still, but I didn’t really mind, I just had to tease—I remembered what it was like being a teenager, and I’d set her up on my Uber account specifically for this reason, so I’d know that if she did decide to drink she would always have a safe, sober way to get home again afterwards. I’d have happily gone to pick her up myself, but I knew how much she enjoyed feeling independent, even if really I was still the one footing the bill in the end.

“Only a little, Daddy!” she giggled again, shaking her head in denial, but it was definitely more than that. She stretched up to kiss my cheek, then snuggled back in against my side, lifting her feet and tucking them in alongside her on the couch. I tried not to look… but I’ve always had a thing for women in heels, and daughter or not her tiny, delicate little feet looked incredible in those shiny, sexy black leather pumps!

“So… tell me all about this party. Were there any boys you like?” I teased some more.

“Ugh!” she grumped, rolling her eyes. “As if! There were a few who were kinda cute, and I got to dance with them a little… but boys my age are so immature!”

“That does generally seem to be the case,” I chuckled. “Maybe by the time you’re in college… or at least by grad school!”

“Mom was so lucky…” she sighed, softly rubbing her cheek against my side.

“I’m sure you’ll find the right guy eventually, baby. You just have to be patient, and make sure you keep looking for the stuff that actually matters, not at all the superficial nonsense your girlfriends and the internet tell you to,” I reassured her, squeezing her tight and kissing her hair again. It wasn’t the first time she’d said something like that, and I was flattered knowing she was using me as the model for the type of guy she was looking for, but I wasn’t sure what else I could say. Hannah and I… I’d been the lucky one, not her, right from the first day I’d met her, back in high school. I’d been a senior, and she’d been just a freshman, which meant we’d definitely gotten some looks… but there had just been something about her. Tavi had it too, in spades! There had never been a shortage of boys trying to ask her out, but so far she had yet to find one she liked enough to say yes to.

“I know,” she sighed again. “I just get so frustrated, is all! Mom had been dating you for years already, by the time she was my age! You’d already proposed, even! Not officially, maybe, not to let your families know… but still!”

“She told you about that, did she?” I smiled sadly, thinking of my beautiful, perfect wife. We’d lost her far too soon. The two of them had always been incredibly close, so I don’t know why I was surprised; of course she had shared the details of our courtship with Tavi.

“She told me all kinds of stuff,” she giggled, a mischievous gleam in her eye.

“Do I even dare ask?” I laughed, and so did she. We stayed there for maybe another ten minutes or so, just quietly cuddling and watching the tv, before she slid herself further down the couch, leaning down to rest her head in my lap.

“Mmmm… this is nice!” she sleepily purred, letting her eyes drift closed and nuzzling against my thigh. It was so inappropriate… I knew she never would have done it at all, if she wasn’t drunk off her cute little ass! But I didn’t want to call her out, didn’t want to embarrass her by telling her she couldn’t. So I just moved my hand to her hip, stroking softly, waiting for her to finish passing out so I could carry her up to her room and put her to bed, just like I’ll always done when she’d been a little girl.

The problem was, she didn’t pass out.