Spring Break w/ Lisa’s Daddy

This is the first story I have written specifically for a fan. I hope you like it, Nicole. Maybe we can make it happen.

I have a twenty year old daughter named Lisa, who left for college two long years ago. She really didn’t want to leave, but it was better for her, so I encouraged her to pursue her dream to help others. She is studying to be a veterinary surgeon, but still loves to come back home for all of her breaks, to take care of the animals on my family farm. Well, it USED to be a family farm. I inherited it from my father, and he from his, but Lisa is my only child. I lost her mother to a horrible car accident when Lisa was only five, and with my little baby girl wanting to become a vet, well, there was no way she would be able to run it and also be a full time veterinarian, and I had no one else to leave it to. Obviously, I would leave it to her, but unless she was able to turn it into a cooperative or something, it was eventually going to go the way of Big Ag, which really upset me; a LOT.

The place was decent; not huge, but still impressive to most people. At 814 acres, I had plenty of open room for dairy and crops, as well as at least 370 acres of woodlands, streams and even a fifteen foot high waterfall. I really hated that I was the last in line to run this place. My spirits soared, however, when Lisa informed me she would be spending Spring Break with me right here at the old homestead. She was never a party girl anyway, so I guess the thought of acting like an ass in public, in front of her friends at some strange beach, wasn’t her cup of tea. She did have some additional news, however, that was somewhat unexpected.

“Umm, you know when I hit that deer last spring?” she inquired.

“Yeah,” I replied, “what about it?”

“It cracked the headlight housing and it won’t pass inspection.” she explained. “The mechanic is ordering a replacement for me, but it won’t be here for a few days, so I was wondering… could you maybe… see it in your heart to come get me? Pretty please with sugar on top?”

What was I going to say, no? It was a five hour drive each way, but nothing arduous.

“Of course, Sweetie.” I replied.

“Thanks Daddy!” she gushed. “Oh one more thing. My friend, Nicole, doesn’t really have anywhere to go, so I invited her to stay with us. We have lots of room, so I didn’t think it’d be a problem, right?”

“Of course not.” I responded. “I’ll be there around Nine in the morning to pick you both up. See you then.”

I arrived at their dorm the following morning, and having called while I was still ten minutes out, both young ladies were waiting for me by the front curb when I pulled up. It was misting very lightly, but nothing that was actually getting them wet. We would hit thunderstorms on the way back, however, so I had gotten there just in time.

“Daddy!” Lisa cried out excitedly, as I exited the pickup to greet her.

She threw her arms around me enthusiastically, while her friend looked on slightly uncomfortably at not knowing me.

“Hi Pumpkin!” I replied just as enthusiastically, as she let go. “So, is this your friend, Nicole, I take it?”

“Yes! Daddy, this is Nicole. Nicole, this is my daddy.”

“Hi Nicole,” I said with a smile, “it’s nice to meet you.”

I gave her a quick look over, and she seemed maybe a year or so younger than Lisa, so perhaps she was a freshman. She was average size and build, with small but perky-looking tits, and she had slim, but well-toned thighs that were clearly visible underneath the above-the-knee-length skirt she was wearing. She was also wearing a top that laced up the front, revealing a bit of cleavage between those small but perky-looking tits, and a pair of white canvas shoes. I’m not really sure what they are called, but women usually wear them with ankle socks or no socks at all, around pools and docks. All in all, she was kind of cute, but my thoughts were focused on my daughter at the moment. She smiled back at me somewhat shyly, and nodded in acknowledgment.

“Hello Mr. Dawson.” she replied in a quiet and somewhat timid voice. “It’s nice to meet you too. Lisa’s told me so much about you and the farm, I feel like I know you already. I can’t wait to see everything she’s been trying to describe to me all year.”

She laughed a bit nervously, and I gave her another warm smile.

“Oh, don’t be so formal.” I chuckled. “I’ve never been one for titles. Everyone calls me Jack. Well, except Lisa of course.”

Nicole smiled back, and nodded.

“Okay Jack.” she responded. “I’ll try and remember, but I may still just slip and call you Mr. Dawson anyway.”

“Nicole’s very polite, Daddy.” Lisa chimed in, as she tossed the bags into the large toolbox that was mounted against the cab, in the bed of the pickup truck. “Respectful too.”

“I see that.” I replied. “Okay, so this truck doesn’t have a rear seat. Who’s going to ride out back with the luggage?”

“Not me!” Lisa called out. “There’s bad weather coming in.”

Nicole looked horrified at the thought of possibly having to ride in the open bed of the pickup for five hours or so in the rain. The poor girl must have really thought I’d meant it too, as she looked like she was about to cry.

“Nicole…” I said gently.

“Yes Mr.- I mean, Jack?”

“There’s a middle seat.”

She looked confused for a few seconds and then suddenly, very relieved.

“You were only joking?” she inquired cautiously. “I don’t have to ride outside in the rain?”

“Nicole,” I said, placing my arm around her waist and guiding her toward the passenger’s side door, “Get in. I wasn’t planning on extra passengers, so you’ll have to squeeze in between us, but there’s still enough room for all three of us.”

She nodded and slid into the middle of the seat, and Lisa climbed in behind her. I lifted the armrest so she could use that portion of the seat, and looked at the gearshift, which was between her knees, and faced her.

“Now, I mean this in all seriousness.” I said quietly. “I’m going to have to reach between your legs to shift this truck, so if that makes you uncomfortable, you can switch out with Lisa.”

“No, it’s okay.” she replied.

“You can always sit in his lap!” Lisa giggled.

Nicole turned bright red, and it was beginning to dawn on me that she wasn’t used to a lot of humor. She’d probably led a very sheltered life, so I decided to wind things back a bit, until I got to know her better. I put the truck into first gear and slowly pulled away from the dorm.

It wasn’t too long after we got back onto the interstate, that it suddenly began pouring rain. Lightning flashed, and thunder clapped loudly. The rain pounded against the roof and windshield with a deafening din for thirty minutes or so, before we finally punched through the storm and into dry weather. In time, the sun came out, and Lisa drifted off to sleep. Nicole was busy looking at the rolling farmland, but she too eventually zonked out as well, slowly leaning up against me, with her head eventually resting on my right shoulder.

The touch of her head was unexpected, so I turned to see what was up. I happened to glance down, and to my surprise, I could clearly see down her loosely-laced top. Her tits were indeed, VERY perky. They came to a nice point, due in part to some rather puffy areolas and tapered nipples, and they looked very firm as well. Perfect for squeezing. Her skirt had also hiked up a bit, revealing a lot more of her toned thighs, and I became slightly aroused.

By now, it was only an hour or so back to the farm, so I did my best to ignore the peep show that was leaning against me. At one point, she stirred a bit – mumbled something that sounded like “Daddy” – and I felt her arm encircle my torso, before she snuggled a bit closer and drifted back off to sleep. I pulled off the state highway and onto the graveled driveway that led about a half mile in from the road, to the interior of the farm, where the houses, barns and other outbuildings were located. The rougher ride woke both Lisa and Nicole, but Lisa came to first, and noticing her friend’s embrace of me, started giggling. This is what awakened Nicole as well, and she suddenly sat straight up; her face as red as a Dixie cup.

“Oh my god, M- Jack!” she exclaimed. “I’m so sorry! I was dreaming, I guess. I was dreaming I was with my dad, not you. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I replied, as I turned the truck off. “Been a while since you’ve seen him then, I take it?”

Nicole looked sad and nodded slightly.

“He died when I was five.” she explained. “He was in Afghanistan. I miss him a lot, sometimes. Something about you reminds me of him, for some reason. Maybe it’s your sense of humor; I don’t know. I remember some things about him, but not a lot. I really didn’t mean to be that forward, honest. I’m sorry.”

“No worries.” I assured her with a chuckle. “It’s actually been a while since a young lady fell asleep on my shoulder and mumbled ‘Daddy’ in her sleep.”

Nicole blushed a bit – but laughed at that – and I grabbed the luggage from the toolbox and gave them to the two young women, as we headed for the main house. There were a total of three homes that flanked the end of the gravel road in, as this had once been a full family-operated affair, but over the years as relatives moved away, I now let the hired hands live there rent free. I was able to pay them a little less, and they didn’t have to spend any money on rent, so it worked out great all the way around. I actually spent less, and they had more money at the end of the month.

While some farms and ranches still had bunkhouses of sorts, these guys had a real house to live in, with air conditioning, satellite TV and Internet, their own kitchen, etc. That’s how the free market works; I had the best help in the area. From time to time, a bad apple did manage to sneak past me, but he was always picked out really quickly by the others, and shown the door.

So essentially, we acted like a huge family anyway, and ran the operation as such. There was no community chow call; everyone cooked whenever it was convenient for them, and went to bed whenever, as well. It worked out very well for everyone involved. The only exception to the rule was Thanksgiving and Christmas, when everyone was invited to the main house for turkey dinner in the living room. Since most of the guys had no close family to visit during the holidays anyway, almost everyone stayed around for the get-togethers.

“Home sweet home!” Lisa gushed, as I opened the front door.

She rushed inside and dropped her bags on the floor, looking around and smiling broadly.

“Oh, it’s so good to be back home again.” she stated.

“Does the farm sometimes feel like a long-lost friend?” I inquired with a grin.

This went over Nicole’s head, but Lisa made a face and stuck her tongue out at me.

“Yes, John Denver.” she retorted. “Thank God I’m a country girl.”

Nicole looked puzzled, and I smiled at her.

“They’re references to songs.” I explained. “Kind of inside jokes, I guess, if you aren’t familiar with John Denver’s music.”

She smiled and nodded.

“Perhaps you can play them for me sometime.” she responded. “You two are so close, and I can almost feel like a foster sister or something. I’d like to learn how a real family works.”

“Okay, you asked for it.” I replied, heading for the stereo system and turning everything on.

I found the appropriate CD and popped it into the player. In a few seconds, the rich sound of John Denver’s voice filled the room.

“Now you’ve done it!” Lisa exclaimed. “He’s got the entire collection.”

Nicole shrugged.

“It’s not bad.” she responded. “Dad used to listen to him too. I recognize his voice now. You don’t strike me as the type to listen to country though, Jack.”

“I don’t.” I replied. “I just happen to like some of his songs. I’m more of an Iron Maiden and Metallica sort of guy. The first decade of the New Millennium sucked, as far as music goes.”

“Your darn right it did!” Nicole burst out. “Although I did like the Offspring. There’s some harder stuff coming back now, though.”

“Maybe we can discuss it later.” I suggested. “There’s some great metal coming out of Japan right now, and all kinds of folk metal and stuff from Eur-”

“I’m checking in now.” Lisa interrupted. “You two sound like you have a lot in common. Why don’t you show her around while I get my stuff unpacked?”

She disappeared, leaving me alone with Nicole, which I suspected was the idea all along. I don’t think this was Nicole’s idea, but rather something Lisa was cooking up for some reason. The poor girl seemed bewildered, so I decided to lighten the situation a bit.

“Awk-warrrd!” I exclaimed, with a smile. “C’mon, I’ll show you to your room, and what my modest farm has to offer, if you’d like.”

She nodded, unsure what to make of what was going on, and followed me down the hall to one of the extra bedrooms. We passed Lisa’s room, and she was already busy pulling clothes out of her suitcase.

“Here you go.” I said, with a gesture.

“I get a room all to myself?” she inquired. “I wasn’t expecting that!”

“This is a farm, not a dorm.” I replied. “Room is something there is plenty of around here. You might just get used to it.”

“I might at that.” she admitted, as we dropped her bags on the floor. “I’ve never seen this much open space before. I mean, I’ve seen it on TV and coming here and stuff, but I’ve never been out in the country before.”

“Really?!” I inquired incredulously. “Where are you from?”

“Staten Island.” she responded.

I made a face.

“New York City!” I retorted. “What a toilet!”

“I concur,” she replied, “but it’s my home. It’s all I know. You are so lucky to have this place and all of this space to call your own, Jack. I really would love to live in an open space like this, but I’ve been trapped. A degree is my way out.”

“I’m sorry.” I apologized. “I didn’t mean it to sound that way. What are you majoring in?”

“Veterinary science.” she explained. “It’s where I met Lisa. We bonded because she’s from a small town and that’s where I would love to be a vet. You see, my mother saved every penny she could, to get me to school so I could get out of that toilet as you call it, and be successful.”

“What does she do?” I inquired.

“She’s a waitress at an all night diner.” Nicole explained. “It took her a long time to save what she could, and I got scholarships for the rest. I’ve been using them so far; I haven’t had to tap into mom’s money at all, yet.”

“That’s great!” I exclaimed. “The more you can do without it, the better off you’ll be. So, would you like to see what a real farm looks like?”

Nicole smiled broadly, and nodded excitedly.

“Oh yes!” she bubbled.

“Come on.” I said with a wave of my hand. “I’ll show you around the place. What would you like to see first, the barn or the land?”

“The land!” she replied assertively. “It’s the wide open space I’ve been dying to see.”

“Let’s go then.” I suggested with a smile.

She followed me outside, where I had an ATV parked under the carport.

“Climb on board.” I said, motioning with my right hand. “You’ll have to hold onto me though; like riding a horse or motorcycle.”

Nicole smiled, but said nothing. She got on behind me and placed her hands around my waist to maintain her balance, as I backed the ATV out and accelerated across the driveway and into an open, grassy field.

“This meadow is about seventy two acres.” I explained, as we slowly traversed the space. “This is where the cattle graze. Most are dairy, Holsteins, but there are a couple dozen beefalo I’m trying for meat as well. I’m crossing black Angus with bison, for some gourmet quality, grass fed beef.”

“Beefalo?” Nicole echoed. “That’s cute Jack.”

“I heard that term when I was in second grade.” I explained. “I don’t know what they call it officially now, but I like it. If the meat is high enough quality and I can get some steady buyers for expensive New York restaurants, I want to expand more in that direction.

“All of those woods are part of the spread too.” I added, pointing to my left. “These fields you see here, are corn and soybeans. There’s about three hundred and fifty acres of crops.”

I brought the ATV to a stop atop a small knoll that overlooked the rolling fields beyond. Nicole sucked her breath in slightly at the view. It wasn’t particularly impressive to me, but for a young lady from Staten Island, it must have seemed like a scene from “Oklahoma!” or some other movie about the American heartland.

“Oh my god, Jack!” she exclaimed softly. “This is all yours?”

“Yep.” I replied. “Everything you can see from here belongs to this farm. It used to belong to the family, but Lisa and I are the last ones, and as you have seen, she’s intent on being a big-time veterinary surgeon in some city somewhere. Goodbye to Grandview. I wish I could have more kids; kids interested in small town living, like you are. Maybe you could be a vet in a town like Grandview. There’s a lot of small farms around that need a good vet. Even veterinary assistants are in need. Less and less younger people want to move to a small town like this.”

“Doc Hollywood did it.” Nicole pointed out. “God, I could imagine living out here and opening a clinic someday. Maybe you could rent me some space in one of your outbuildings.”

She suddenly awakened from her daydream and smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry. I guess I was getting a bit dreamy.” she apologized.

“It’s okay.” I responded with a smile. “We all have them. Like I said, mine is having another family, with a bunch of kids to take over after I’m gone, and a nice young wife to make it all happen.”

There was an awkward pause for a moment, as it seemed as though our two separate fantasies might be on the same track, but then it passed.

“Wanna see the rest?” I inquired.

“Of course!” Nicole replied.

She put her arms around my waist again, as I headed down the low, rolling hill and into the heart of the agricultural portion of the farm. The fields were all ready for planting, as in this part of the country, the danger of frost was past. Everything had been turned over, and the following week is when the seeds would go into the ground. Because of this, I simply cut across the open land; not yet bound by rows of crops.

A small creek cut through the center of the fields, in the lowest portion of the farm. I had constructed a small dam at the far end, which allowed me to create a substantial amount of water for irrigation later on in the season. Rather than crossing the waterway, I instead followed it to the edge of the timber line, and then into the forested hills. This portion of the property was higher in elevation, which is why it was still untouched for lumber. I did use it for firewood and cutting my own lumber when it was needed, however.

“These are your woods?!” Nicole inquired in astonishment. “I feel like I’m in the wilderness! My god, Jack, I’ve never been in such a place as this in my entire life!”

“We’re almost there.” I responded.

“Almost where?”

“My favorite spot in this whole farm.” I explained, as I rounded a curve in the trail and stopped. “It’s my oasis.”

Ahead of us was a small waterfall about fifteen feet or so in height. It wasn’t natural; I had made it about twenty years ago by blasting out the side of the hill. Now, rather than cascading down the rocky slope, it poured over a man-made cliff and tinkled into a pool below, which I had also blasted out. It’s amazing what you can do with a hammer drill and some dynamite, if you have the time.

I turned the ATV off, and we both disembarked from the machine. Nicole stared in awe for a few moments before speaking.

“Lisa never told me about any of this.” she said quietly, as though the sound of her voice would disturb the forest somehow. “The more you show me, the more beautiful it all becomes. She is so lucky to have grown up here. I can’t imagine why in the world, she would leave this all behind and move to an urban location.”