Slipping 3

Chapter 14:

A few weeks had passed since my daddy first made love to me.

It had been an emotional rollercoaster. His moods had kept shifting, in the first few days he’d seemed brooding and terribly sad. There had been long talks, lots of tears from us both, but then gradually also lots of cuddles and kisses and dreamy smiles. It hadn’t been easy, but after working through it all we seemed to have gotten to a good place. A comfortable atmosphere where it was still new and unfamiliar, but acceptable to touch each other, to kiss, to sleep in each other’s embrace.

And to enjoy each other’s bodies freely, without guilt and resistance. Our days now consisted of doing our separate things, my school and his work, and daydreaming about each other the entire time we were apart, like we were both giddy preteens in puppy love. I’d rush home, knowing he wouldn’t be there yet but still anxious to get there as quickly as possible just in case, waiting there with a watchful eye on the front door and listening for his car in the driveway, eager for the moment he’d get to rush home too.

Running to the door to meet him each day and being swept up into a bear hug by his big strong arms, breathing in his scent greedily while he carried me to the sofa where we’d grin foolishly at each other, run our fingertips along each other’s cheeks and lips as though we were reassuring ourselves that this was real. Leaning in for soft slow kisses in the afternoon sun, kisses that lasted until dusk, all without saying a single word, too eager to make up for lost time to waste a moment on chitchat.

Sometimes grudgingly pausing in order to have dinner, talk a little, laugh and tease each other. Sometimes just skipping dinner entirely, and letting the kiss progress into lying down together on the sofa, slipping our hands under each other’s waistbands and touching, stroking, caressing those most private places, taking ownership of each other, reassuring each other with unspoken words that yes daddy, you can touch me anywhere, I’m yours, and yes sweetheart, feel how hard I am, I’m hard because I belong to you…

Our lovemaking was always as intense as the first time, and sometimes just as serious and desperate. Sometimes equally intense, but also light, curious and exploratory, fun. We got to know every inch of each other’s bodies so well that he taught me things I’d never known about mine, and vice versa. He found all my sensitive spots, knew how to push every button I had, and I learned how to build him up to the kinds of orgasms he’d never thought he was capable of. I could trace any part of him with my eyes closed, pick his taste and scent out of a line up.

We’d go out sometimes. Shopping, a movie, dinner, ice cream – and each time it was torture. Wanting to be close, to reach over and kiss, touch. Wanting to scream our love from the rooftops but already noticing the suspicious glances from strangers even when we reigned ourselves in and tried to appear as a normal father and his little girl. If we got a chance to be alone, or even relatively unobserved, we couldn’t help but take advantage.

His hand, trailing up my leg and under my skirt at the restaurant, caressing my aching button under the table, unable to stop even as he spoke to the waiter. Grinning at me as I gritted my teeth and locked his wriggling fingers between my clenched thighs, coating his fingers in my slick juices as I came while he casually asked the waiter for more water.

And, moments later, seeing his eyes turn nervous when I grinned mischievously and dropped my fork, sliding under the table to “retrieve it”. Crawling under the tablecloth and eagerly releasing his already straining cock, running my tongue up the shaft, around the tip, sliding my soft lips around the head and greedily taking him into my mouth as I heard the waiter return with our pitcher of water, increasing my speed and suction whenever daddy tried to respond, to inform him the “young lady” would indeed like to see a dessert menu, making him talk to the waiter with the knowledge that his baby girl was nursing on his hot meat, pushing him over the edge and hungrily drinking down rivers of his sweet cum as he informed our waiter that I’d order when I “returned from the ladies’ r…. uhhhh…. …room”. Watching the waiter’s footsteps depart before coming back up and kissing him sweetly on the cheek, whispering in his ear that I’d already had my dessert, neither of us caring how cheesy the innuendo was.

Taking the back row at the movies and “snuggling” as we watched, me in his lap gently rocking myself on his bulge, reaching down in the darkness to release him, guide him under my skirt and into my waiting pussy. Suppressing a low moan as I slid him into me, rocking slowly to avoid attracting attention, feeling his hand snake under my skirt and onto my clitty and gently pulling on it as I rocked us both to orgasm… Staying there while he went softer inside me, feeling his cum dripping out of me and onto him, leaning back and kissing his neck, nibbling on his ear until I felt him inflating again inside me, continuing to ride him, missing the entire movie…

We were insatiable, and instead of growing bored with the constant lovemaking the more used to it we got, it was like we only kept fanning each other’s flames higher. We didn’t *want* to get caught, not caught in the way that spelled trouble, but we were so proud of being together that we felt the need to share it with the world, kept taking risks, kept refusing to hide entirely. Gradually, it prepared us for what came next.







Chapter 15:

Panting and covered in a sheen of perspiration, lying side by side in daddy’s bed, our fingers still entwined, catching our breath. I turned to my side and looked at him for the hundredth time, feeling like I should pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

“What is it, sweet pea?”

“Nothing. I just still can’t believe it sometimes, daddy. That I’m really yours and that you’re really mine. It still feels like a dream.”

He turned to face me and smiled. “A good dream?”

“The best dream EVER. I wish I had someone I could tell, you know? I just wanna brag and show you off. It kinda sucks that we always have to pretend.”

He chuckled. “I know the feeling, baby. You have no idea how many guys would envy me ’til they’re green in the face for getting to be with you. Maybe someday we’ll be able to do that. Prance around and watch everyone get jealous.”

I sighed. “Yeah. Someday.”

He frowned a little, pensively. “You know, I have this friend. Now, don’t get freaked out, but he sort of knows about you.”

“Huh?”

“I haven’t told him we’re together, sweetheart. But I used to talk to him. Confide in him about my feelings for you. I’ve loved you for a long time, you know. It was hard sometimes. Pretty much all the time.”

I giggled. “Hard all the time, huh? But I know what you mean, daddy. I felt like I was going nuts before you finally made love to me.”

“I wish I’d known sooner, baby. We have a lot of lost time to make up for. Anyway, I haven’t spoken to him since… Well, since you started to absorb my every waking moment with those sweet little lips of yours… both pairs of them.” He winked. I grinned and punched him softly in the arm, sticking out my tongue at him.

“So what did you tell him about me?”

“Well, that you were absolutely gorgeous. I’ve sent him a few pictures of you, and he agrees wholeheartedly. Called me a lucky bastard a million times. I used to tell him how hard it was to want you so badly and be unable to have you. He tried for a while to convince me to make a move on you, you know. I wish now that I’d listened. But back then I thought you’d never go for it, that you’d think I was a freak, that I’d lose you. I couldn’t have handled losing you, baby. So he stopped telling me to try, but he was always supportive, telling me to be patient, that things would get better. He was right, of course. But my point is that he’s been a very good friend to me when I needed a friend the most. And I trust him. I’d like him to know, if you’re ok with it, sweetheart. He’s someone we can trust to keep our secret, someone that would be happy for us.”

“Ok… If you trust him, then I do too. Let’s tell him!”

“Really? …Right now?”

“Well I was kinda hoping we could stay in bed a while longer…”

He smirked. “Well, we don’t have to get out of bed to tell him, you little minx.”

“Huh?”

He reached over and took his laptop from his nightstand, flipping it open and signing on. He pulled up a videochat program and logged in, pointed his cursor at the name “Simon” in his contact list, looking at me questioningly. I grinned and nodded my reassurance. He smiled, kissed me, and sent the chat invite. I sat off to the side and slightly behind my dad where the camera wouldn’t be able to see me. I couldn’t wait to find out what this guy was like, to see who daddy had been saying all those sexy things about me to.

The screen loaded and soon there was sound and video of a man.

A man I knew very well. A man that had essentially introduced me to sex, a man I’d spoken to for hours a day, for months on end. A man I’d never told my dad about. The man that took my cherry. James, my dear online friend. Dad’s Simon was my James.

All this took me a moment to process, but luckily I wiped the shocked look off my face before daddy noticed it. What the hell was going on here?? I sat quietly and observed from the outskirts, my mind reeling.

“Paul! Long time no speak. How hangs it, man?”

“Hey, Si. Sorry, I’ve been busy. You know how it is.”

“Fair enough, man. Glad to hear from you, how’ve you been? Has that daughter of yours been giving you a hard time?”

Dad laughed. “You could say that. Actually, that’s why I called. I wanted to talk to you about her.”

James/Simon groaned from the laptop. “Man, you know I’m always here for you, but seriously. I’d LOVE to get with her, and if I was in her life you know I’d be putting the moves on her. You need to grow a set of balls and give it a shot, bro. For the team. For those of us that aren’t so lucky.”

Umm… James was pretending not to have fucked me? Not to know me? I guessed he wasn’t there to rat me out after all. But something fishy was still going on, and he’d given me the shock of a lifetime when he popped up on my dad’s screen like that. I thought some payback was in order.

Dad nodded pensively at his camera. “You know, I think you’re right.”

“Holy shit, are you serious? Hallelujah, the man sees reason! So, what are you planning to do about it?”

Daddy looked over to me, and I grinned as I got on my knees, slowly crawling behind him, draping my naked body casually over his shoulders in a hug from behind, smiling and giving the laptop a little wave.

Simon/James’ jaw straight up DROPPED. He was speechless as he watched me kiss my daddy’s neck, softly suckling on his ear while looking at the camera.

My dad beamed at the cam. “Well, I was thinking of doing her again, for starters. Admittedly it’s not very original after the first hundred or so times, but…”

“Paul… Holy shit… I… I’m so fucking proud of you, man! Congratulations! Jasmine, it’s great to meet you. I’ve heard SO much about you, you really gave your old man a run for his money there!”

I decided to play along with whatever his game was for now. “Nice to meet you too, um. Simon, is it? Daddy speaks very highly of you.”

“As well he should, darling. And you’re every bit as beautiful as the pictures and your dad’s endless whining always suggested. He’s a very lucky guy.”

“I think I’m the lucky one…” And, with that, I put my hand on my daddy’s chin and turned his face to mine, kissing him passionately, feeling him turn and slip his arm around me, pulling me into his lap.