What Daddy Needs 5

Phoebe separated from her friends and held back a bit hoping that none of them would notice Jamie Murphy sitting on the bench a few stores down from the bookstore. They didn’t as they all wandered in to browse the shelves. She watched for a moment as the group of girls spread through the store.

Strolling over, she sat down on the bench next to her teacher and slid closer to him. He looked down at his favorite student and leaned over to bump her shoulder with his. She smiled and leaned back into his side.

“What are you up to?” he asked grinning back at her.

Phoebe shrugged. “Not much,” she said. “Just hanging out. What about you?”

Jamie nodded toward the ladies plus size store. “Trina’s doing some shopping.”

She nodded wondering how someone as cute as her English teacher had ended up married to such a cow. She stood up and crossed to the sale rack of over sized panties and bras in front of the store and started searching through the merchandise displayed there. Finding what she wanted she turned back to the man sitting on the bench holding the huge underwire bra with the formed, slightly padded cups up to her chest.

“Hey, Murph,” she said with an impish grin, “we should hang this in the teacher’s lounge with a sign saying, ‘All female teachers are required to fill out this form.’”

He laughed as he shook his head. “You want to get me fired for sexual harassment?”

“You have tenure, don’t you?” she asked hanging the bra back on the rack before returning to straddle the bench facing him.

He glanced down at the juncture of her widely spread thighs and Phoebe got the distinct impression that he was wishing he was the bench before his eyes moved back up to meet hers. She smiled sweetly at him leaning back a little, her hands gripping the edges of the bench behind her, thrusting her firm, round breasts toward him.

He swallowed hard. “So how are things in the Cashe household?” he asked dragging his eyes away from the teenager’s gorgeous young tits. “Are you getting along any better with your step mom?”

“She’s a cunt,” Phoebe said bluntly.

Jamie laughed loudly, “Why don’t you just come right out and tell me what you really feel?”

Phoebe grinned at his sarcasm. “Okay,” she said. “So I’m not really trying. I just don’t like her.”

“Give your poor dad a break, kiddo,” Jamie said. “It can’t be easy when the two women he loves the most are constantly bickering.”

Phoebe shrugged. She didn’t really care at the moment whether things were uncomfortable for her dad or not. He had completely upset her world when he married Lorraine and Phoebe felt no compunction over making his life miserable by constantly butting heads with the step monster.

Jamie glanced toward the store where his wife was shopping and started to stand. “Looks like she’s about done,” he said smiling down at Phoebe. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

Phoebe nodded and stood to go find her friends.


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“Phoebe?” her dad called stepping into the hallway from the kitchen as she dropped her backpack by the stairs. “Where the hell have you been?”

“I went to the mall with friends after school,” she said shortly.

“You didn’t call to let Lorraine know where you were,” he said. “You know the rules. And what if she had been out when Justin got home?”

“I thought the whole point of marrying her was so Justin had a mom,” Phoebe said sarcastically. “Being here when he gets home from school is in her job description.”

A cupboard door slammed in the kitchen and Phoebe smiled unpleasantly knowing that her step mom was listening to the exchange. Her dad’s jaw tightened and his eyes flashed angrily. Phoebe squared her shoulders and faced him with an implacable stare.

“Upstairs,” he said, his voice cold.

Phoebe started toward the kitchen. “I’m going to get something to eat,” she said as she brushed by him.

His hand shot out to grasp her upper arm and he jerked her back. “You missed dinner. Get upstairs.”

“I’m almost eighteen,” she said trying to pull away from his vice like grip. “You can’t . . .”

Her sentence ended abruptly when her father slapped her sharply. His left hand still tight on her arm was the only thing that kept her from sprawling on the floor. She blinked away the tears and glared at him defiantly.

He turned her toward the stairs and gave her a little shove. “Upstairs,” he said again, his voice vibrating with anger. “Now.”

Phoebe turned back toward the kitchen, but before she could take a single step she found herself thrown over his shoulder as he strode toward the staircase. She pushed upright and started trying to squirm her way out of his grasp. He gave her a stinging slap on the ass as he climbed the stairs.

Once in her room he dumped her unceremoniously onto the floor and locked the door before he began to undress. Phoebe stood up and started to back away. With her dad between her and her locked bedroom door she really had no where to go, though.

“I’m going to scream,” she warned him as he dropped his shirt on the floor.

“I think your step mother is expecting that,” he said stepping out of his trousers. “Are you going to undress yourself or do you want me to do that for you?”

“We don’t do this anymore, Daddy,” she said putting her hand up to ward him away as he walked slowly toward her.

“Yes we do,” he said huskily. “And it’s been way too long.”

“If she finds out she’s going to ruin you,” Phoebe said pushing against his chest as he started to pull her into his arms.

“You let me worry about my wife,” he said as he lowered his lips to hers.