Baby Girl Ch. 01

College

The date was not going well. Jessica had had too much to drink at the party and now her head felt fuzzy, her stomach uneasy.

Dave’s large hand squeezed her bare thigh and she wished she had not worn such a short dress. “Having fun?” he asked. His voice was slurred, or maybe that’s just the way it sounded to her ears.

“I have a headache,” she said. “Can you take me home, please?”

They were sitting on the steps outside Veronica’s house. Inside, the goodbye-school hello-college party still raged. A couple of people were swimming in the pool. Another pair were making out by the bushes.

Veronica was the hottest, most popular girl in their old school and there was no way quiet Jessica would ever have been invited to her party. When Dave had asked Jessica to go with him as his date, it had felt like a dream come true. After all, he had been on the school football team and was on his way to Cornell on an athletics scholarship. Nice-looking too, with curly brown hair, blue eyes, and a teasing grin. He was nearly as tall as Daddy Steve. Although Daddy was handsomer, she decided. Still, Dave was as popular as Veronica, and no one had been more shocked than Jessica that he’d even known she was alive.

Dave’s hand pushed its way up to her underwear and tugged the waistband. “You’re such a pretty girl,” he murmured. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

Panic cleared some of the fuzziness in her brain and she tried to push his hand away. “It’s nearly midnight. I have to go home.”

“Seriously? Are you eight or eighteen?” He slipped an arm about her waist and kissed her cheek. “Come on, Jessica. Kiss me.”

And because it seemed expected of her, and it would have seemed ungrateful to say no I don’t want to kiss you, I actually feel sick, Jessica turned her face to his.

Dave pushed his tongue into her mouth, gripping her head with one hand. The other hand he pushed between her legs.

No, no, she tried to say, but he was holding her too hard. His fingers pushed aside the thin fabric of her panties and stroked her slit.

He broke off the kiss. “Did you like that?” he panted, his eyes full of lust.

“Let me go!” She finally twisted out of his grasp, crawled to the edge of the porch, and vomited into the bushes.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He sounded disgusted. “You shouldn’t drink if you can’t hold it.”

She wiped her face with a sleeve, mortified. She’d vomited over Veronica’s plants. The couple that was making out in the garden stared at her, aghast.

They would tell Veronica, and Veronica would tell everyone. Jessica wished the earth would open up and swallow her whole. Serve her right for thinking she could go out with Dave Huntingdon. He was way out her of league.

She turned around, meaning to apologize. But Dave had gone. She saw him through the glass doors, talking and laughing with Veronica.

Hot tears slid down her cheeks. She took out her phone and stared at it for a moment.

Daddy always told her to call him if she ever needed him. Don’t think twice, he’d told her. If it’s a question of your safety and well-being, just call me. Doesn’t matter where you are and who you’re casino siteleri with. I’ll come for you.

She bit her lip, and sent him a text.

Hi Daddy, you asleep?

The answer came in a minute.

No, Baby Girl. Waiting for you to get home so I can tuck you in.

Fresh tears slid down her face.

Daddy, could you please pick me up?

Sure. Just send me the address.

No questions, no wasting of time. She texted him the address and he replied that he would be there in fifteen minutes.

Something tight inside her chest loosened. Her head still spun, but all she had to do was sit there and wait for her stepfather to show up. When she’d told him about the date, he’d frowned slightly, but he hadn’t told her not to go. He never did. He gave her the freedom to make her own decisions, unlike Mom. That was why she liked staying with him so much better than she did staying with her birth mother. Mom would have hit the roof at the sight of her skimpy dress which barely came below her ass, the thin straps and low neckline which revealed the lacy black bra she was wearing underneath.

“You look like a slut,” Mom would have yelled. “Why don’t you just go naked and throw yourself on him?”

I’m not like you, Mom, she would have shot back, and then they would have had one of their screaming matches which always ended with both of them in tears.

Daddy was different. He had whistled and said, “You look beautiful, Baby Girl. Go enjoy yourself.”

Footsteps sounded behind her. Jessica turned to see Veronica, sexy as ever in a tank top that revealed her pierced navel and tight little shorts that revealed her shapely thighs.

“How’re you feeling?” asked Veronica, sitting beside her.

Jessica’s face burned. “I’m sorry I was sick over your plants.”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Veronica. “We have cleaners coming in tomorrow. You want I should tell your date to take you home?”

She shook her head. “Steve — my Mom’s ex — is coming to get me.”

Veronica threw her an appraising look. “Dave’s an asshole, just so you know.”

Shock coursed through her. “I thought he was your friend.”

“Sure he is. He’s also an asshole. He has a diary in which he rates the girls who let him fuck them.”

“I didn’t,” she stammered. “I won’t.”

“Hey, do what you want,” said Veronica. “I won’t judge. I’m telling you just so you know what he’s like. He’s had five girlfriends in the last year and cheated on every single one of them.”

Jessica swallowed, feeling sick. Why had she had a crush on Dave again? Just because he was good looking and had a nice body? He’d barely spoken three sentences to her during the school year. Maybe he was just looking to add to his diary entries before he went to college. Tears threatened to leak out of her eyes again.

A car rolled up the driveway, saving her. She jumped to her feet, then leaned on a pillar as her head swam.

Daddy got out of the car and walked toward them, looking cool and relaxed in a simple T-shirt and gym shorts.

Veronica stood beside her. “Man, your stepdad is hot. I’d let him fuck me in a heartbeat.”

Jessica slot oyna blushed at the words. Did the girl have no shame?

Veronica laughed at her expression. “I’m not surprised you prefer staying with him,” she teased.

“He has a bigger house,” she retorted. And Mom doesn’t care, and I hate Mom’s boyfriends, and I love Daddy more than anyone in the world. Mom had married Steve when Jessica was just two years old. Their divorce three years ago had nearly broken Jessica. Mom had agreed to let her spend half the time in Steve’s house, although it usually worked out to more than that. He was also the one who had declared he would pay her college tuition. She was looking forward to going, come September, but she knew she would miss Daddy with all her heart.

“I bet he has a bigger dick than Dave,” said Veronica, and she sauntered back inside the house.

Then Daddy was there, holding out his arms. She fell into them, sobbing.

“Hush, darling.” He stroked her hair, holding her tight against his chest. “Daddy’s here. Everything is going to be all right.”

“My head is spinning,” she whispered.

“Let me carry you to the car.”

He swung her into his strong arms. She gazed into his face, so calm and confident, so caring and reliable, and felt the tension recede from her limbs.

He placed her gently on the backseat of his car and told her to lie down. Then he got in and drove away.

Jessica lay on the backseat, staring at the bits of light and signboards flashing by. Classical music played softly on the stereo and she relaxed. She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, Daddy was pulling her out of the car into his arms. He carried her to the front door, set her down beside him, holding her all the while, and then unlocked the front door.

“S’okay, Daddy,” she mumbled. “I can walk.”

But she couldn’t, not without his support. He helped her up the stairs, took her to her bedroom, and undressed her.

“Let’s get you clean, Baby Girl,” he said.

He left her curled up naked on her favorite chair, and drew a bath for her. When he came back to the bedroom, she was nearly asleep.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he urged. “You’ll sleep better once I’ve got that off you.”

She remembered how she’d vomited all over herself. “I’ll do it,” she began, but he shushed her.

“Let me. I used to bathe you when you were little. You’re still my Baby Girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He led her to the bath and helped her in. The warm, soapy water felt wonderful. He soaped her all over, down her back, under her breasts, between her legs, taking his time. Jessica felt a warm tingle start from her pussy and spread all over her body. Daddy was so gentle and caring. She knew she could tell him anything and he wouldn’t judge her.

He rinsed the soap off, then toweled her dry.

“Let’s tuck you in now,” he murmured, looking at her with so much love that she wanted to cry again. He carried her to her bed and laid her down, then drew the quilt up to her chin. He switched off the light, leaving her teddy bear nightlight on, just the way she liked it.

“Good night, Baby Girl.”

“Good canlı casino siteleri night, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jessica.”

He left, shutting the door behind him. Jessica tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Her head was still spinning in the most alarming way. At least she was clean and dry and safe now, and she wasn’t going to be sick again.

But she could still feel Dave’s tongue inside her mouth, his fingers pushing aside her panties. She suddenly needed to tell Daddy about it. Daddy Steve would make her feel better, like he always did.

She sat up and pulled on a thin white shift. She padded down the corridor and paused outside her stepfather’s bedroom. His door was slightly ajar. From inside, she could hear the sound of panting, like Daddy had gone for a run. Curious, she peeked inside his door. The streetlight outside his window illuminated the room.

Daddy was lying on his king size bed, completely naked, his hand on his cock. Jessica’s eyes widened. She’d never seen a cock before, certainly not Daddy’s. She should leave. She should leave right now. But she stood there, transfixed at the sight of Daddy pleasuring himself. He had such a big cock, and he was jerking it so hard. Didn’t it hurt when he did that?

His eyes were closed, his mouth open. “Baby Girl,” he groaned aloud, and she started, thinking he had seen her. But his eyes were still closed. His strokes became harder, and then his entire body arched upward and went rigid. After several moments, he collapsed back, panting heavily.

Jessica wet her lips and went quietly back to bed. Why had this surprised her so much? Daddy was a virile man in his late thirties. He hadn’t had a serious relationship after divorcing her mother. There was no current girlfriend that Jessica knew about. A sudden stab of jealousy went through her at the thought of his past girlfriends. None of them had deserved him.

She got into bed, no closer to sleep than before. At least her head had cleared somewhat. She thought of the way Daddy had jerked himself so hard, and wondered how it would feel if she did it for him. How it would feel if Daddy’s tongue pushed into her mouth, if it was his fingers that stroked her slit. She got wet thinking about it. Why had he called out Baby Girl while he was stroking himself? Did he fantasize about her?

Her pussy vibrated, and she moaned. She licked her fingers and began to massage her clit in slow circles. She closed her eyes and fantasized about Daddy fantasizing about her. She was so aroused, she came in two minutes. “Daddy!” she cried out as she came.

Her bedroom door pushed open. “You okay, sweetheart?” came Steve’s voice.

Then he took in the scene before him — her hand on her pussy, her legs spread wide — and stilled.

Jessica flushed and drew the quilt up her body. “I’m okay, Daddy,” she stuttered. “Just a bad dream.”

His lips quirked in a smile. “When you were small, if you had bad dreams, you used to climb into our bed.”

“Can I still do that, Daddy?” she asked tentatively. “You wouldn’t send me away, would you?”

“Never,” he said. “You’ll always be my Baby Girl. Sleep now, okay? You’ve had a rough evening.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

He left, closing the door behind him. Jessica slept, holding her pillow tight against her, imagining it was her Daddy she was cuddling.

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