What Daddy Needs 3

Phoebe turned off the hair dryer and laid it on the vanity with her hairbrush. She leaned forward and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The change in her appearance was drastic and she wondered how her dad was going to react. Gone was the honey blond. Her hair was now a glossy, soft black that made her light green eyes look brighter and more intense. She had used a Qtip to apply the color to her eyebrows, too, even though the instructions in the box of coloring had cautioned her not to.

She picked up the tube of eyeliner she’d bought when she got the hair dye and unscrewed the top. She wiped the excess off the fine brush and carefully drew a thin line of black along the lash line of her right eye. She inspected the result and then dipped the brush back into the tube before applying liner around her left eye. She screwed the top back onto the tube and dropped it into the makeup bag on the counter. She put on two coats of black mascara and then pale pink lipstick.

Wrapped in a large, pink towel she left the bathroom she shared with her little brother. Once in her room she dropped the towel and sat on the side of her bed. She picked up one of the sheer stockings and gathered it in her hands. Fitting it over her foot she carefully pulled it up to her slender thigh. The lace top of the stocking had four strips of a tacky clear elastic that held the stocking in place without need of a garter belt. She ran her hands over the silky nylon then put the other stocking on.

She stood and crossed to her dresser. Finding the black, lace thong she wanted in the top drawer she pulled it on and turned to her closet. She lifted the sapphire blue hater dress off it’s hanger and unzipped the side before stepping into it. She tied the straps around her neck and zipped it up then turned to inspect her reflection in the mirror.

The halter top fit snugly over her firm, round breasts and the silk jersey caressed her bare nipples making them hard. They were clearly visible against the soft fabric. The skirt of the empire waisted dress clung to her curves. The hem of the short dress barely reached mid thigh, giving just a glimpse of the lace at the top of her stockings.

Phoebe smiled at her reflection, pleased with her appearance, then picked up the strappy silver sandals she had bought to go with the dress. This was a special occasion. Her father was taking her out to dinner to celebrate her seventeenth birthday. Though she’d been having sex with him – “Making love,” he’d said. “It might be fun to say fucking, but we’re making love.” – for the last six and a half months, this was the first time they’d been out on a date.

She was just buckling the ankle strap of her second sandal when there was a soft knock on her door. She sat up on her bed as her dad opened the door, waiting anxiously for his reaction to her hair. He stepped into her room.

“Happy birthday, pumpkin,” he said, the smile freezing on his face as he took in the long, dark hair.

She watched him warily as he closed the door slowly and took off his sports jacket dropping it carelessly on the floor. He stopped directly in front of Phoebe, staring down at her in silence for several long moments. Her lips parted and her chest rose and fell quickly as she held his gaze.

She looked like her mother. Jake had never realized how much she looked like his first wife who had suffered a stroke while delivering his youngest daughter and had died when Phoebe was just three weeks old. The shape of her eyes and her nose she had gotten from her mother. That had always been obvious to him, but with her blond hair and gray green eyes he had thought she was a perfect mix of Deidre and himself.

The black hair completely dispelled that notion. He wondered briefly if he’d always been unconsciously aware of the resemblance. Maybe that was why Phoebe had always been so special to him. Maybe that was the reason that, even though he had never felt a sexual attraction to either of his older two daughters, he couldn’t leave Phoebe alone.

One hand on either side of her face, he slid his fingers into her long, silky hair, lifting it and letting fall from his hands. “Baby, you’re so beautiful it makes me ache,” he said softly.

His hands under her arms, he lifted her and set her back farther on her bed. He unzipped his jeans and pushed them down with his briefs, kicking off his brown leather loafers before stepping out of them.