Author’s Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend and editor, Harvey. We contributed equally to its content. We hope you enjoy it.

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Angela

My father and I were both terribly distraught when my mother passed away. Even though it was probably a release from her pain, we both missed her terribly. It was even more depressing for me when my father broke down and asked me to go through my mother’s effects. I wanted to keep everything, every memory, everything that she held dear in a vain attempt at keeping her with me when that was no longer possible. As I went through the myriad number of boxes, I found her diaries and I couldn’t resist starting to read them.

My mother had begun recording her most intimate thoughts right after she turned eighteen, and those diaries were an amazing revelation. I became fascinated as I read about all her sexual adventures. She met my father when she was between boyfriends during her sophomore year of college, and they fell hard and fast for each other. It didn’t take long for them to become intimate; she loved the size of his penis and what he could do with it. She wrote in vivid detail about how he pleased her with his fingers, his mouth, and his tongue. It was very obvious that he was an amazing lover and he got her there, as she put it, countless times whenever they had sex. She also graphically wrote of pleasing him: taking him into her mouth and her vagina.

Once they graduated and married, they were delighted when my mother became pregnant with me. She wrote of how it was the culmination of everything she had with him.

When she was in the middle of her eighth month of pregnancy with me he became nervous about having sex because he thought it would somehow hurt her. When they became bored with oral my mother suggested they try something new. I guess he was hesitant at first, but he reluctantly agreed to try it. She convinced him it would be okay and he bought lube and a butt plug. Over the course of a week or so they experimented with a type of sex neither of them had previously engaged in. She wrote that he was patient and gentle with her as her body prepared to accommodate him, and that how large my father was in both length and girth always gave her pleasure that she hadn’t known with her previous lovers. She’d written graphic accounts of taking my father anally as she rubbed her clit, and how she always loved him coming inside her and the mind-blowing orgasms she reached. Even after I was born and it was safe for them to resume vaginal intercourse, they included this new type of sex in their repertoire.

While reading her diaries, I was also shocked to discover some of their activities were decidedly not monogamous. As they experimented together, I learned that my mother loved to take my father in her vagina in addition to being filled with her butt plug. This led to her wanting to experience two men at once. When she brought this fantasy up with my father, he said if she was serious about wanting to try it he’d let her. She never stated who the other man was, but she did say she thoroughly loved it and it was the start of something that they repeated multiple times. After I was born and they started seeing other men together my mother resumed taking the pill because they wanted to ensure that if she got pregnant again the baby would be my father’s. Their only sadness was that my mother didn’t become pregnant again before being diagnosed with cancer.

It was one of her final diary entries that really got to me. I cried when I read how she had told my father I was turning into a beautiful young woman and he should consider letting me take care of him after she was gone. After I dried my tears I made a solemn oath that I would take my mother’s place in his life and be there for him in every way.

I wasn’t a virgin when my mother passed away; I’d gone through that milestone right after I turned eighteen. I quickly discovered that I really liked those sensations. I started to have graphic fantasies and it didn’t take long for me to start experimenting with sex, but thoughts of what my father was like in bed were never far from my mind.

Even though I had vivid sexual fantasies, I was never a slut. When I had sex, he was my boyfriend and I had to feel comfortable and secure with him. Once that trust was established, I was open to slowly experimenting. I loved giving hand jobs and feeling my boyfriend’s fingers inside me. Each of my boyfriends wanted me to go down on him and after some initial hesitation I finally took that big step. It was a little confusing to start, because I felt submissive in giving him what he wanted but also powerful being in control of his arousal. But eventually the submissive part became more important to me, and besides I loved the taste of semen when he erupted into my mouth.

Eventually my boyfriend at the time convinced me to celebrate his birthday by going all the way with him. I’d played sports and played with myself enough that I’d lost my hymen long ago, so sex that first time wasn’t that painful. Unfortunately, like most young women’s first time, it was a lot of nervous fumbling and far from satisfying. But the more I did it, the better it got, and as I became more comfortable with my body and my partner, reaching orgasm soon became very easy and that only made me want it more.

The more I had sex and the better it got with my boyfriends, the more I thought of my mother’s wishes for me to be with my father. I knew we both needed time to grieve, but when I fantasized now I was thinking of him. After a few months passed, I began making subtle changes. I started wearing more skimpy clothes and swim-suits when I was around him, I snuggled up to him on the couch while we watched TV, and I turned my head at just the right moment so his good-night kisses landed on my lips instead of my cheek. But I soon realized that he was still not over my mother’s passing. He refused to find someone to date and he was obviously becoming frustrated by his lack of a sexual outlet. Since we’d just moved to Las Vegas, I’d had to end my relationship with my boyfriend and felt just as sexually needy as he did.

I finally decided to push the issue. After dinner one evening I went to my room and undressed. I wanted to get his attention, but not in a blatant way. I slipped into a very short jean skirt and one of my smallest thongs. Then I chose a very tight t-shirt and decided against wearing a bra so my C-cup breasts and small pink nipples pushed into the thin fabric. I didn’t need the bra for support, my breasts were firm and perky. I shook out my long blonde hair so it rested over my shoulders and then I walked barefoot into the living room, sashaying my hips as I moved. He looked up from his TV program and I felt his eyes subtly roaming over my body.

“Whatcha watching?” I asked.

“Ummm… some cop show.”

“Want some company?”

“Sure.”

I slid onto the couch next to him, ensuring that as much of my body was touching him as possible. “You can put your arm around me, I won’t bite,” I teased. Hesitantly, he arm wrapped around me and I snuggled up against him.

“I… ummm… loved dinner, you’re becoming quite a cook,” he said.

“I love taking care of you, cooking for you, cleaning, keeping the house up, just like Mom did.”

“You remind me so much of her, when we first met in college.”

“I know you miss her,” I said softly.

“We both do, honey.”

“Have you ever read her diaries?”

His eyes widened. “No, those were her private thoughts. She offered for me to read them, but I never took her up on it.”

“I have.”

“Lots of boring stuff?” he teased.

“No, but lots of personal things, about you, mostly.”

His facial expression changed and his face got tense. “What did she say about me?”

“You were both very adventurous, weren’t you?”

A little blush broke over his face. “Maybe,” he admitted.

I gently rubbed his thigh. “No maybe about it, you were.”

“She loved being with you, you made her feel safe, you let her explore the things she loved.”

“I… ummm… I guess I did.”

“You make me feel safe too,” I whispered.

He smiled. “I’m glad I do.”

It was time to push things further. “Can I read something to you, something she wrote?”

It took him a few seconds to answer. “Okay.”

I lifted my bottom up off the couch and pulled out one of my Mom’s diaries from the back pocket of my skirt. I opened it to the page I had bookmarked. “This was one of her last entries.” I began reading:

“Angela is turning into such a beautiful, vibrant young woman. My biggest regret is that I’ll never see her grow and blossom like I know she will. I hope that when Tim is ready he’ll be willing to love her the way he’s always loved me. They both deserve that, she deserves to have the love of a good man and I can only hope that he has the courage to be everything she needs.”

There were tears in both of our eyes. My father took the diary from my hand and reread the passage a couple of times before he spoke. “She really wanted that?”

“Yes, she did.”

“What do you want, Angela?” he whispered.

“Just like you said, I cook, I clean, I take care of you, just like Mom wanted me to. I’m your wife…” I paused, then added, “… except for one thing.”

His expression turned to shock as he realized what I was suggesting. “Sweetheart, I love you, but you’re my daughter. I can’t let you take your mother’s place that way.”

I could feel his hesitancy and I knew I needed to push him just a little harder. “I see how you look at me, how you watch me, don’t you think I’ve noticed that?”

He blushed. “I… I didn’t mean to–”

“It makes me feel sexy, protected, wanted, when I see that look in your eyes.”

“Is this really what you want?” he whispered.

“Yes, it is,” I sexily answered. Then I teased him. “I’m a virgin, Daddy, don’t you want to be my first?” Immediately his jaw dropped, and I burst out laughing. “You know I’ve had sex, but you could… you know… show me some new things.”

I do know that,” he said quietly. “You told me when it happened, and you and I had several talks about sex after that.”

“So you know it happened a while ago,” I said calmly, “and you also know that wasn’t the only time I’ve had sex. I read Mom’s diaries, so I know you had a very active sex life with her, and you have to be missing that.”

“I am, of course I am,” he said miserably.

“Then let me take her place that way also,” I said as persuasively as I could. “Let me show you how much I’ve learned, how happy I can make you.”

“I’m not sure what else I can show you,” he said innocently.

I giggled. “Are you kidding me? Do you want me to read more of that diary to you? In today’s vernacular, you and Mom were freaks.”

He blushed again. “That was private information,” he said slowly, “and something that you should never have read.”

I gently rubbed his thigh. “No, it was… you know… very erotic.” I thought for a moment. “I have had some experiences, but I know that a woman has to trust the man she’s with to do everything you two did together. Mom had that with you, and I want it too.” For the first time that evening I saw an erection straining my father’s pants, and I reached down and gently rubbed it. “Will you take me where you took her?” I asked seductively. I saw the look of lust etched on his face.

“Yes, I will,” he said huskily.

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When we got to the bedroom, I turned to face my father. I tilted my head up and gently put my lips on his. After a few seconds I put my hand behind his head to hold him in place, pressed my mouth harder against his, opened my mouth slightly, and slid my tongue across his lips before bringing it back. He tentatively extended his tongue to touch its tip to mine, and I encouraged him to continue that by moving my tongue around his.

After a minute or so we broke the kiss; both of us were flushed and breathing a bit heavily. “That was very nice,” I said dreamily.

My Daddy looked a little shaken. “When did you learn to kiss like that?”

I had to chuckle. “A few months ago. Did you like it?”

He shook his head in chagrin. “Of course I liked it,” he admitted. “You’re so much like your mother it’s a little disconcerting.”

“Don’t be scared,” I whispered. “This is what we both want.” I took his hand in mine and put it on my breast. Then I moved it for him, sliding it around my breast over my t-shirt and feeling my nipple stiffen at his gentle caress, which sent a tingle through my pussy.

“Are you really sure about this, sweetheart?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, I’m very sure, Tim,” I answered, carefully using his name so as not to remind him about the incest I hoped we were about to commit. “Please, make love with me.” I reached up and started to unbutton his shirt, and when he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor I knew I’d won him over. I just had to be patient and not spook him.

I looked up at him, and he smoothed my hair back and then softly stroked the side of my face. I silently stood in front of him as he gave me little kisses on my forehead, both cheeks, and then my lips. My breathing picked up a little when I felt his fingers lightly tracing along my arm and then across the tops of my breasts. His hand went to the hem of my t-shirt and he pulled it up over my head, and when it fell away my father stared at my perky breasts and a look of awe broke over his face.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

“They’re yours now,” I whispered back, and he put his hands on them. I shivered when his palms pressed against my stiff nipples and I felt my pussy moisten as my desire for him grew. I pushed his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders; he let it fall, and I put my hands on his waist. When I started sliding his boxers down he helped me, and his erection slapped against his belly when we freed it. He had such a nice cock, bigger than any I’d taken before. His large mushroom-shaped head was already dripping pre-cum and he had a nice, thick shaft. He quickly took off his shoes and socks, and then he put his arms around me and pressed my body against his in a tight hug. Further taking the lead, I quickly removed my skirt and then moved both of us onto the bed.

We lay side by side and he kissed me again, this time with serious intent. I immediately opened my lips and his tongue eased into my mouth. I returned his kiss fervently, and I thought, He won’t stop now, we’re going to do this.

My father rolled me onto my back and gently slid my thong down and off of me. I spread my legs and took his hand in mine and directed it to my wet bare pussy. “Feel me,” I said huskily. “I’m so ready for you.”

He touched my outer lips, a feather-like caress, and when his finger rubbed against my swollen clit bolts of electricity shot through my core. “You really are,” he said with wonder in his voice.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time, it’s all I could think about after I read Mom’s diaries.”

“You’re so much like her.”

“Then let me be her for you,” I answered breathlessly. “Please, Tim, make love to me.”

He moved between my legs, took his cock in his hand, and ran the tip through the lips of my vagina, splitting them. I put my hands on his shoulders and gently ran my fingertips over his muscled chest to encourage him, but he needed no urging. He eased himself forward and gently entered me. I was so wet he easily went into me even though he was so big.

“You feel so tight, it feels so good,” he murmured as he slowly moved his cock in and out.

I squeezed the muscles in my vagina, milking him. “It’s all for you,” I cooed. My nipples were hard and erect, and he slid his hands onto my breasts and squeezed them gently.

“Just a little faster,” I pleaded, and he answered without words. He tightened his hold on my breasts and pushed forward urgently, filling me with his entire length. Then he brought the head almost out of me before pushing all the way back in with a more fervent motion.

“Yes, just like that, you feel so good inside me,” I moaned. He put his hands on my shoulders for additional leverage and started pounding into me, his belly slapping against mine on every stroke. His thick cock was rubbing perfectly against my clit and I felt my orgasm begin to build. In that hot, erotic moment, I wanted to feel him coming deep inside me.

“Yes, keep going,” I moaned, “make me feel it.” His breathing changed and his body stiffened up. Just as I felt his hot jets flood inside me, my body released and a powerful orgasm overwhelmed me. When my senses were back about me I realized he’d collapsed on top of me, and both of us struggled to catch our breath. I felt him lose his rigidity and he slipped out of me, and he moved to my side and we romantically faced each other. He leaned in and gave me a long, deep kiss.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered.

He smiled. “You’re mine now, aren’t you?” he whispered.

“Yes, I am, and I always will be.”

I slid in closer and he wrapped his strong arms around me. I loved feeling his hard body against mine. I was still his daughter, but now I was also so much more, just like I wanted.

“From now on you’ll sleep in here, with me.”

My lips split into a little grin. “Okay.”

Neither of us could hold our eyes open. I flipped over and he pulled me tight against him, sensually spooning me into his body, and I fell into a deep sleep.

– – – – –

I woke up the next morning to the pleasant sensation of my Daddy’s warm breath on the back of my neck. I was lying on my side and he was still spooning me; he had one arm under my pillow, his other hand on my hip, and his flaccid cock in the crack of my ass. He must have sensed that I’d awakened, because he whispered in my ear, “Good morning, sweetheart, are you okay?”

I answered without turning my head. “I’m perfect and last night was perfect. How are you doing?”

He hesitated just the barest moment, then replied, “I’m doing okay, sweetheart. I loved what we did, but…” His voice trailed off. I reached around and gently rubbed his thigh before flipping over and facing him. “I feel a little unsure of myself now,” he admitted.

I sensually ran my fingertips over his handsome face. “It’s what I wanted, what we both wanted,” I whispered.

“I know, but I can’t help feeling a little guilty.”

I leaned in and we shared a gentle kiss. “Please don’t feel that way; how can I help you?”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m your father?”

“No, it doesn’t.” I kissed him passionately. “You treated me like your wife last night and that’s exactly what I wanted.”

“I’m afraid of messing you up, everything we did, everything we’re doing.”

Due to our close proximity, I felt his cock begin to harden as it rubbed against my thigh. His mind still had doubts, but his body didn’t. Just like last night, I knew I’d have to take the lead. I reached down, took his cock in my hand, and began to gently stroke him. “I see someone else is also awake,” I said playfully.

His face reddened just a little. “I can’t help it, you’re just so beautiful, so sexy, honey.”

“You need to let go of the guilt and just take what you want,” I whispered.

He must have been getting over that guilt, because one of his hands slid over my breast and the other stroked my pussy. I’m definitely like my mother, I thought happily. I’m already wet and ready for him.

“Get onto your back, honey.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

I slid onto my back and opened my legs, and he crawled in between them. Butterflies were nervously churning in my stomach. I knew what he wanted to do, but it was something I’d never had done to me. My boyfriends had all wanted blow jobs but none of them were ever willing to do it, and it was something I’d always wanted. He ran the tips of his fingers over the lips of my vagina.

“You’re so wet for me, honey,” he said lustfully.

“Please, Daddy, put your mouth on me,” I whispered.

Little tingles coursed through my body when he extended his tongue and split the lips of my pussy, and I semi-patiently waited in anticipation. I encouragingly ran my fingers through his hair, and he slid his tongue deep inside me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Yeah, that feels so good,” I moaned.

His tongue licked the walls of my vagina and my body reacted; my hips rose without conscious thought to push my vagina harder against his mouth. My body’s response sent a thrill through me and I moved my hands to my breasts to pull and pinch my nipples for additional stimulation. Taking a bit more control, he wrapped his hands around my thighs, effectively immobilizing me. I felt his nose press against my little blonde thatch of pubic hair and my body began to climb.

“Just like that, Daddy, just a little more,” I said between little sips of breath. He withdrew his tongue, his mouth latched onto my clit, and he began to alternately lick and suck. I pinched my nipples harder and exploded as the waves of my orgasm washed over me.

When my senses were back about me he was licking the secretions from the inside of my thighs. I lovingly ran the tips of my fingers over his face. “That was amazing,” I whispered while still trying to catch my breath.

He smiled. “It’s something we’ll be doing a lot more of.”

“You can do that as much as you want,” I purred. When he slid up onto his knees, I noticed his big, thick erection was already oozing pre-cum from the tip and my mouth watered. “Let me take care of that for you,” I said sexily.

He moved to the head of the bed and he grabbed a couple of pillows and propped them up behind his back. After he opened his legs, I crawled between them. Last night the room was dark, but now that it was morning and sunlight was coming in I began to realize just how big he was. He had at least a couple of inches on the guys I’d dated and he was much thicker. His pre-cum was now dripping down his shaft, and I extended my tongue, pressed it into the base of his cock, ran it up the veiny underside, and collected as much of the viscous liquid as I could.

“I love how big you are,” I said shyly. That brought a little smile to his face. I swallowed what I’d gathered. “And I love the way you taste, too.” I opened my mouth and began gently sucking on the head. Lovingly, one of his hands moved to my long blonde hair.

“That feels so good, honey,” he moaned.

More of his fluid was now seeping into my mouth and I took him in a little deeper. Slowly, I began bobbing my head up and down while ensuring that my mouth remained warm and wet for him. When I took him in just a little more the big head hit the top of my throat and my gag reflex kicked in. My boyfriends had always been easy to take down to the root, so this was the first time I’d had any difficulty. Something I’ll need to work on.

I let more of my saliva drip out of my mouth until it was collecting on his balls and I gently moved my head up and down. I took his testicles in my hand and gently squeezed, which I hoped would heighten the sensations for him. I concentrated on the head and a few inches of his shaft, and after a couple of minutes his breathing began to change and I knew he was getting close.

“I’m almost there, baby,” he groaned. I loved that he was giving me a warning, a choice on what I wanted to do next. It was something that my boyfriends didn’t always do. I gave the head a few more hard sucks and he exploded into my mouth. Rope after thick rope landed on my tongue and filled my mouth. I waited until his orgasm had subsided and I looked up. Our eyes met and I took a little breath and swallowed.

He pulled me up into his arms and we exchanged a hot, passionate kiss. I loved that he was willing to kiss me after what I’d just done. Again, it was something that few of my boyfriends were willing to do. Unlike my past experiences, I couldn’t help but think I was with a man now, a real man and not a boy.

“That was just amazing, honey, I can’t tell you how much I loved it.”

I broke into a shy smile. “That’s also something we’ll be doing a lot more of.”

It was a morning of so many firsts. We leisurely showered together and then I cooked him breakfast. More than anything, I loved taking care of him, taking care of my man. I loved the way his eyes roamed over my body as I prepared our meal. He made me feel so sexy, and my world felt perfect.

– – – – –

From that day on we slept together every night, and on most of those nights we had sex in one form or another. We both loved oral sex, and I really wanted to be able to take all of him all the way down into my throat. I’d been able to deep-throat my boyfriends, but they’d been much smaller. I was never successful with my Daddy, and the more I tried the more frustrated I got, which had made it even more of a challenge for me. But one night I was in just the right position and just relaxed enough that the head of his cock popped into the top of my throat and I was able to take him down into my throat.

We were both surprised when that happened, and I stayed very still so I didn’t dislodge him, and then I very slowly pushed my head closer to his body until my nose was buried in his pubic hairs. Once it happened, though, I knew I could do it, and as my confidence grew my gag reflex gradually disappeared until I was able to take him all the way down anytime I wanted. One time I had him come while he was down my throat, and that was different, but I decided I missed both the taste and the feeling of having my mouth full of his cum before I swallowed it.

A couple of weeks later I got my period. I never felt sexy during that time of the month and my boyfriends knew that I was off limits for a few days when it arrived. I still wanted to take care of them, so I would give them blow jobs, but that was all I was willing to do. Now that I was with my father, I wanted things to be different. For some reason blow jobs weren’t enough for me now, but I still wasn’t willing to let him inside my vagina.

Interestingly, my mother had been the same way. Then I remembered a passage in one of her diaries. It took a little time to find that passage again, but when I did I read again about how she had solved that problem during those days of the month. When my father and I slipped into bed that evening, I knew it was time to take my relationship with him further and try something that I’d never done.

We had gotten into bed when my father spoke to me. “Still on your menses, huh?” he said with a little smile.

“Yeah, for a couple of more days,” I admitted.

“No big deal, you’ll be back in action soon enough,” he teased.

“That’s true, and I know you’re willing to wait… but…” I let that syllable hang in the air for a second.

“But what?”

“But… maybe we can try something new,” I said seductively.

He gave me a puzzled look. “What do you have in mind?”

“I’ve been reading Mom’s diaries again; maybe we can handle this problem the way she did.”

His eyes got wide. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“Yes, I am,” I whispered.

I had carefully prepared myself. I’d done a couple of enemas to make sure I was squeaky clean. I’d also purchased a tube of Astroglide and used my fingers to both loosen my tight back passage and get it completely slippery. I got on my knees with my head on a pillow. I put my hands on my butt cheeks and spread them apart, exposing my asshole, and then I looked back at my father with pleading eyes.

“Please, Daddy, take me this way. I know Mom did it, and I want to do everything she did for you.”

“Are you sure, sweetheart? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m sure, Daddy, I want this, just as much as I hope you do.”

He looked doubtful, but I hoped he was getting used to the idea of me completely replacing my mother. Hesitantly, he moved in behind me and put the head of his cock against my asshole. I took a deep breath and willed my body to relax. He gently pushed himself into me and my body resisted at first. There was some pain when he popped past my sphincter, but the lube really helped, and after just a few seconds the pain dissipated and I felt only pleasure and a sense of triumph when our bodies rested together and I knew he was fully inside me.

“Are you okay? he asked.

“I’m okay, just go slow at first,” I whispered. His cock felt so big inside me; I’d never felt that full before.

He started moving in and out, carefully making sure the head stayed inside my ring muscle. After about a minute the slight discomfort was replaced by a deep pleasurable sensation that seemed to be emanating deep within my belly. Almost subconsciously, I began pushing back to meet his gentle thrusts.

“Just a little faster now,” I cooed.

His hands moved to my ass for additional leverage and he picked up the pace. I felt the heat rising each time his belly smacked into my ass cheeks. I moved my hand between my legs and began gently rubbing my clit, pushing myself closer.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he moaned. “You feel so good.”

My orgasm quickly began to build. “Harder, Daddy, as hard as you want,” I purred. He began rutting inside me at a fevered pace and his breathing changed. “Inside me… please… come inside me,” I hissed.

Just as I felt his hot jets spurt deep within my bowels, a powerful orgasm consumed me and my world went dark. When I began to come back around, I was lying flat on the bed and he’d collapsed on top of me. After a few seconds I felt his cock begin to lose rigidity inside me, and he slipped out and moved to my side. He leaned in and we exchanged a sensual, passionate kiss.

“You know we’re going to be doing a lot more of that, right?” I teased.

He smiled. “Yes, we are.”

From that night on we added anal sex into our nightly variations. With each passing experience, I loved that I was now his wife in every possible way. The love I had for this man was almost overwhelming and I didn’t think my life could ever get better, but it did.

– – – – –

Once my relationship with my Daddy changed I’d lost interest in boys my own age; they simply weren’t what I wanted anymore. Compared to my father they were selfish lovers who always demanded pleasure and were at times not willing to ensure that pleasure was returned. My father had shown me the ecstasy I could experience from having oral sex performed on my increasingly easy-to-arouse body, whereas none of the boys I saw were willing to go down on me even though they all demanded oral sex from me.

Unfortunately, my decision to stop dating caused rumors to start swirling around the school. They ranged from suggestions that I was now a lesbian to even more salacious tales about me being with multiple college men. So my father’s work-related relocation was a welcome relief; it enabled me to escape all the rumors and strange looks I’d been getting as I walked the halls between classes.

When my father came back to the motel room where we’d been staying I could tell from the smile on his face and the dreamy look in his eyes that something had happened during his house-hunting trip.

“Well, you look happy, did you find a house for us?” I asked.

“I did, sweetheart, I found a house that will be perfect for us and I made an offer on it.”

“That’s wonderful news, it will be great for us to have a place of our own again.”

“And there’s a little more.”

“Ummm… okay.”

“The realtor who showed me the house, her name is Jessica, and there was a spark, something between us, and I like her and I want to see her again,” he said hesitantly.

My eyes widened and my heart sank. “Oh, okay.”

“What’s wrong? You’re upset, I can tell.”

Of course I’m upset, how could you not know that? “Nothing, I’m happy for you.”

He looked deep into my eyes. “We need to talk about this, you have to tell me what you’re feeling,” he said soothingly.

Are these possessive, jealous feelings wrong? “If you’re open to seeing someone else, I can’t help but feel that I must not be enough for you,” I whispered as tears began to form in my eyes.

“I love you, honey, I love what we have, what we’ve built together… but…”

What else can I do? What else can I give you? “But it’s obviously not enough for you, is it?”

“I need you to think long-term, honey. When you’re my age, how old will I be?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered.

“I’ll be dead, or dead-and-a-half,” he teased.

I broke into a little smile. “It feels like you’re leaving me for her,” I admitted.

“No, I’m not, nothing will change between us. But I need this, and I need you to be open to it,” he said softly.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“What did you tell me before we moved here? You told me that your classmates were talking about you, saying ugly things about you. You even thought some of them were getting close to guessing the truth about our relationship, right?”

I didn’t want to answer him because he was right. “Yes,” I admitted reluctantly.

“I’m a single man,” he reminded me, “and you’re a pretty girl. You have to date boys your own age and I have to date an age-appropriate woman so we can avoid any suspicions about our relationship like those that were starting to develop before we moved.”

I hated that he was right, but he was. “If I agree to this, you have to promise me nothing between us will change.” I said hopefully.

“One thing will change, honey.”

I cut my eyes at him. “And what’s that?”

“She has a son. He’s your age, eighteen, and I’d like you to meet him.”

This was all coming at me way too fast. He was demanding too many changes too quickly and I couldn’t handle it. “No,” I said flatly. “You may want someone else in your life and maybe I’ll have to find a way to live with that, but I don’t want anyone else,” I said stiffly.

“As I’ve told you, you’re young and you need to be with a guy your own age, I know you see it, even if you don’t want to admit it.” He paused for a moment. “You’ll still have me, but I’d like you to meet him and give him a chance.”

Unfortunately, what he was saying was starting to make sense. He was right, even if I didn’t want to admit it. “What’s he like?”

He smiled. “I don’t know, you’ll have to find that out for yourself. Will you at least give him a chance, please? Do this for me, honey.”

I didn’t really like any of this, but for him I’d try. “Okay.”

He pulled me into his arms and we shared a deep hug, and then he tenderly kissed me. Amidst all this upheaval, my world felt right again. “As long as nothing changes between us, I’ll meet him,” I promised.

“Thank you, baby, that’s all I’m asking for. I’ll talk to Jessica and set it up.”

– – – – –

Jessica’s son, Josh, picked me up at the motel, and he looked about as happy as I felt, which was not very. He was wearing a polo, jeans, and sneakers, which was as casual as my tank top, jean skirt, and sandals. But even though we’d just uncomfortably said ‘hi’ I was impressed, almost despite myself, with how gentlemanly he was; he opened the car door for me and then closed it after I was seated.

We were both quiet while Josh drove to a nearby Baskin-Robbins. He held the door open for me and we went inside to have ice cream and get acquainted. He was again gentlemanly; he asked what I wanted and then ordered for both of us. We took our cones and sat down for a quiet conversation.

“So, what do you think of our parents getting together?” he asked.

“I was a little shocked at first; it seems really sudden, huh?”

“It does, but I can tell already that my Mom likes your father; he must have done something right when they met.”

Already, it was difficult to have this discussion with him. I was still trying to get over these possessive, jealous feelings of my Daddy being attracted to a woman who wasn’t me. “He is a good man. I’m sure your mother is pretty, though,” I said while running my tongue over the top of the ice cream. Fortunately, he took my hopefully subtle hint.

“Would you like to see her picture?”

“Okay.”

He pulled out his phone, hit a few buttons, and then handed it to me.

“She’s really pretty,” I whispered.

“Yeah, she is.” He thought for a moment. “She’s not normally like this, though, it takes her a while to warm up to most men, so your father must have game.”

I smiled. “Maybe he does.” I paused. “Do you want to see what he looks like?” He’d shown me a pic of his Mom, so I only thought it right to reciprocate.

“Sure.”

I pulled out my phone, pulled up a picture of my Dad, and handed it to him. “Well, not too bad.”

“Yeah, he’s kinda handsome,” I said shyly.

“I heard about your Mom’s passing, I’m sorry.”

“It was very difficult, it still is hard some days, thinking of her,” I admitted.

He reached over, took my hand, squeezed it, and gave me a soft smile. Most guys our age weren’t this sensitive and understanding about something so complex as a loss of a parent. Slowly, I was feeling myself warm up to him.

“And your parents are divorced, right?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I’m not that close to my Dad. He cheated on my Mom and I’ve never really forgiven him for that.”

I loved that he was willing to share his feelings like this. Again, not many guys his age were willing to be this emotionally honest. “Your Mom deserves a good man,” I whispered.

He smiled. “Yes, she does.”

“You never know, maybe it will work out for them.”

“It’s still early, but maybe.”

We talked for a couple of hours and I discovered we really had a lot in common. We both loved to work out and play sports, and we’d both had to move to a different town at the start of our senior year. However, we both loved Las Vegas and we agreed to explore our new city together. I also loved the fact that we’d be going to the same high school and I’d have at least one friend, somebody I knew, so maybe this potentially stressful change wouldn’t be as difficult as I’d originally envisioned.

We’d long since finished our ice cream and he asked if I wanted to see a cool spot that he’d found. When we stood up, he put his arm around me, which sent a little tingle through my body. We got into his car and he drove to Sunset Road and pulled into a spot near McCarran where we could watch the planes take off and land. After several minutes our eyes met and he leaned in and we shared a little kiss. I didn’t object when his hand moved to my thigh and he gently rubbed, which sent another tingle through my core. I opened my mouth slightly and his tongue slipped inside, and our passionate embrace quickly turned more urgent. As our tongues continued to explore each other’s mouths, I felt him move his hand upwards and I placed mine on his to stop him.

“That’s a little fast, okay?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

I sensually placed my fingertips on his mouth. “No, it’s okay… I mean… I like it, but I just want to move a little slower.”

“I hope I didn’t ruin this for us,” he whispered.

“No, you didn’t, I just need a little more time, okay?”

“You’ll let me see you again?” he asked hopefully.

“You’d better want to see me again,” I said playfully.

My little shoot-down had kinda ruined the moment, and he told me that it was getting late and that he should get me home. However, I wanted him to know that I was very interested in him, so I took his hand and placed it on my thigh as we drove back to our motel room. Once we got there, we exchanged our phones and updated our contact information so we’d have each other’s numbers. He leaned in and we shared one more hot, passionate kiss.

“Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” he asked.

“Yes, I’ve already made plans.” The look of dejection in his eyes was quite evident, and then I broke into a little grin. “You’re taking me out, but dinner this time, okay?” I said sensually.