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***Everyone in this story is 18 or over***
My daddy is a carpenter by trade, and most of the furniture inside and outside of our house was made by him. I’m sitting at a custom desk he built for my sweet sixteen. Its large and made of a darkly stained wood, with three deep drawers on each side of my chair, and a wide, shallow drawer under the workspace. I’ve gotten a lot of use out of it in the two years I’ve had it, because not only do I do homework on it, it also has a 3′ x 3′ mirror on the right side at a diagonal to the corner, so I do my makeup and hair here as well.
I sit at it now, with a notebook in front of me with a list of stuff I’ll need to pack for college written down, but I’m having trouble focusing. My first day is only a couple months away and I’m panicking slightly. All of my friends rant and rave about the joys of sex and always ask me when I’m going to get my V-card punched. I tell them that it doesn’t really interest me much, but that’s a lie. I think about it often, and hate that I’ll be going to college without having experienced it.
I’m distracted now and look out the window to see my daddy cutting the grass. Its Sunday and his self-appointed yard work day. He pushes the mower carefully across the yard, getting the lines just right. He’s shirtless and wearing shiny, green workout shorts and his white sketchers. He’s a really hairy man, with a thick jungle of salt and pepper on his chest, darker hair on his belly. The thickest portion between his beefy pecs is more salt than pepper. His shoulders and upper arms are smooth, but his forearms, hands, and legs are hairy. I call him my Big Bear because he’s well over 6′ tall and big and soft like a Teddy bear. He’s a few pounds over a “dad bod” but it works well with his height.
Our relationship has always been just like any other close daddy and daughter. He’s my knight in shining armor and my protector. He’d kiss my bumps and scrapes when I got hurt, holding me and comforting me and repeating soothing and loving words. Growing up, he enthusiastically had tea parties with me and gave me horse rides on his back. I wasted so many bottles of nail polish on his fingers and toes over the years, and broke many hair ties playing salon with him. He was always down for whatever scenario I wanted to play out with him. I’m the youngest and only girl in the family besides my mom, so I get almost anything I want from him, though I loved him too much to abuse it. Whether it be toys, clothes, trips, sweets, etc., I got it. I even got his straight black hair, which reaches to my butt, his slightly upturned nose, and his bold eyebrows with long lashes framing icy blue eyes.
I hear a knock on my door and my mom peaks her head in. “I’m going to run some errands honey, wanna come with me?” I turn to see my mom and her sandy, curly hair that my three older brothers inherited, though they got daddy’s size and boyish looks. She is thin and toned, which I inherited.
“No ma’am, I need to get this list together and start planning how I’m going to pack everything,” I say with a overexaggerated sigh.
“Okay, I’ll be back in a few hours then.” She walks over to the window to see daddy outside. “And make sure he doesn’t stay out there too long, it’s a little hot today do be doing yard work.”
“Sure will,” I say, chuckling. “Drive safe, love you!” She kisses the top of my head and leaves, and I turn back to the window to watch daddy.
My mind returns to how good looking and manly he is, and a tingling builds between my legs. I slip my hand into my shorts to finger myself as I think about my feelings for him. The shift in our relationship, at least for me, started during a ski trip on my 16th birthday. There was a moment we shared on the slopes that made me re-evaluate my feelings for him. My adoration turned to lust, and I knew I wanted my daddy to take my virginity, I wanted to feel him hold me in those long, beefy, hairy arms as he made love to me. So for the next two years until now, I spent a lot of my free time learning about my body and about sex in general. I started watching porn and playing with myself to release the confusing feelings I was having. But it never failed, any video I watched, I pictured myself as the girl getting plowed by my daddy.
I imagine a fantasy where I take him a cold drink out to the yard, but instead of taking it from me, he knocks it out of my hand and pulls me to the grass before fucking me right in the middle of the yard. I’m on my back with my legs pinned back as he eats me out before pulling his shorts down and sliding into me. I just know he has a big one, his size alone hints at it.
A thought hits me then, a plan forming in my mind to lose my virginity before college, but it will take careful planning and finesse to see it through. The chances he would take my virginity were at an all-time high since I was now legally an adult. I’m sure I can persuade him if I framed it in the right context, just as I can persuade him to do almost anything else.
I run to the closet and put on a skimpy bikini, one I just bought for college, and run outside after grabbing a towel. Daddy is gemlik escort still out here, but now skimming the grass clippings from the pool. I put my towel in a chair and greet him as I stand at the edge of the pool.
He gives a comical double take when he sees what I’m wearing. “Isn’t that bathin’ suit a little revealin’, Heidi?” His voice is fatherly with that deep, thick, southern drawl, and his expression slightly disapproving. However, the thirst and hunger barely held back in his eyes is unmistakable.
“Maybe,” I say, shrugging, “But I can’t keep wearing those old, frumpy, singlet suits anymore can I? I would die of embarrassment!” I gesture to my overall figure, “A body like this shouldn’t be covered up, should it?” His only response is a slow, disapproving shake of his head before he returns to skimming. I laugh at him and dive in, relishing the shock of cold against the heat of the day.
I spend a while talking to him about this and that, while also playfully grabbing the skimmer and splashing him. He makes vague, playful threats about seeing what will happen if I continue, making me feign fright and turning to dive under the water, making sure to push my butt out more as I do.
Later, as he returns the skimmer to the shed, I yell, “Good! You’re done, now get it! You look hot!” And he does, in more way than one.
“Incoming!” He runs from the shed and does a cannonball right beside me.
“Hey! Watch it!” I splash him with indignation when he comes up laughing.
He says it’s payback time for the splashing earlier and chases me around the pool, making me squeal with laughter as I run away. After a short chase I let him catch me and wrap his arms firmly around me, pinning mine to my sides. Laughing, I lean back into his chest and let my ass push a little bit into his crotch, and then I feel it.
“OMG that’s his penis! Right there on my but cheek! It feels kinda big, too,” I think. But we don’t stay in the position for long. He says it’s time to get out, kinda abruptly. I can see a blush on his cheeks that has nothing to do with the heat. I have a little more hope this will work.
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Over the next couple weeks, I’m a lot more touchy with him. I give him more hugs with accompanying cheek kisses, but at the same time, pressing my boobs into his soft belly and chest. When my mom isn’t around, I go without a bra, not that I need one anyway because of how naturally perky my B-cups are. Through the thin fabric, my nipples are clearly. During our snuggle time in his recliner, I get a lot closer and rest my hands on his arms, or on his thighs, but far away from his crotch, because I don’t want to overstep and ruin any progress I may be making. I tell him more often how much I love him and how much I will miss him when I got to college, trying to butter him up. A part of me hates that I’m being so manipulative, but another part says shut the hell up and get in his pants. I know I’m getting some sort of reaction from him by his frequent blushes and quick looks away when I catch him looking at my butt, or my boobs.
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One night, after mom went to bed, we sit in his recliner together, watching some irrelevant show. I sit sideways and my legs are on top and laid across his lap. Time to see how far I can get. “Daddy, can we talk about something important? Something sensitive.” I put on my most innocent, disarming voice, with matching puppy dog eyes.
“Yea Bunny, anything.”
I smile when I hear his nickname for me, remembering the first time he used it when I was four or five years old. I had asked him why he called me that, and he had said it was because I was small and cute and cuddly like a bunny rabbit. From then, I became his little Bunny. The name gives me butterflies now. I put on a nervous expression and look away from him like I can’t continue.
“You okay baby? You’re lookin’ scared to tell me something.” His dark eyebrows knit together under his boyish bangs. He grabs one of my hands and squeezes it reassuringly. Electricity travels from where his large, hairy, calloused hand holds my smooth, delicate one, all the way down to my pussy.
I open my mouth to respond, close it, then open it again before he cuts me off saying “Whatever it is, I promise I won’t get mad. You know that, Bunny. You can tell me anything.” He smiles that sweet smile that always melted my heart, the skin around his eyes crinkling, and a pleasant heat joins the tingles between my legs.
“Well,” I say. “It’s just that all my friends are always saying how good sex is, and I’ve never experienced it. And I’m going to college soon and it just makes me sad and upset that I’ll be going naïve and clueless.” I slump my shoulders and sniffle a bit for added effect. I look away again, embarrassed.
“Oh.” I know I took him off guard, and he doesn’t know what to say for a few seconds. “Well, uh, I’m sure you’ll find the right person to, uh, help you with this, um, particular milestone.” He looks flustered and his cheeks get redder.
“Oh, forget it.” I say huffing. “This isn’t a conversation I should be having with you, daddy. I’m sorry.”
He altıparmak escort shakes his head as if trying to knock something loose. “No, no, if you want to talk about it, I’ll do the best I can to help explain or whatever. I thought your mama had this talk with you years ago?” He phrased it as a question and he has a mildly confused expression.
“She did. This isn’t a talk about how it works. I know a lot of it through porn.”
“You’ve been watchin’ porn?” I can see his fatherly side is battling with a more primal side, one that equates his little Bunny with someone who is sexual.
“Yea.” Now it’s my turn to blush, for real. “And before I tell you what’s on my mind, I want to remind you of how special you are to me and how much I love you, and I know you would never do anything to hurt me.”
“Of course Bunny, you’ll always be my number one gal,” he says, pulling me into a tight hug that makes me squeal playfully. “But that’s between us, don’t tell your mama,” he adds with a chuckle and a wink.
“I won’t,” I say, laughing. “So that kinda gets me to the next thing. For a while now, I’ve been having some pretty intense feelings.”
“What feelings?”
I hesitate again, but this time for real. Am I really about to tell my dad I want him to take my virginity? Am I ready for the negative outcome this will likely have? Will he yell at me for the first time in my life? Will he scream terrible things at me? Will this break our relationship beyond repair?
“You’re startin’ to scare me, baby. Tell me what’s on your mind, I promised I wouldn’t get mad, didn’t I?”
“You did.”
“Then tell me, I’m dyin’ to know.”
Here goes nothing. “Okay…I’ve been having strong feelings about…you…”
“Me…feelins’ about me? Feelings like…sexual feelings?” His eyes are wide now, pure disbelief shining through.
“Yes.” My voice is small and timid, as if I were a child telling him I broke something really expensive in the house, I can feel my face burning with shame, but I keep going, already too deep to backpedal. “I’ve had these feelings for a couple of years now, but I only just recently thought that now that I’m 18 and an adult, things could be…different…between us and that you could help guide me through my first time. You just said that I’ll find someone I trust to do this with…and that person, in my opinion, is right here, right now, and has been right here all along.” I’m on a roll now, though he still has his guard up with a slightly less confused expression. He was having a hard time hearing this. “I just want you to know that no one ever felt right, and I’ve never thought about doing this with anyone else but you. You’re my daddy, and I know you would never do anything to hurt me and that you would be gentle and steer me in the right direction. With four children, I know you’re experienced and I want my first time to be with someone both experienced and trustworthy, and you’re both.” I finish my long ramble, looking at him expectantly.
“Damn, Heidi, way to pull the rug out from under me,” He said this with a halfhearted chuckle. Before I can respond, he continues, “I can’t believe what I’m hearing, this is just so out of the blue, but I do hear you. I do want you to know that I do understand where you’re comin’ from, but this is a lot to process this late. I promise I’ll think about it, but it may take me some time.”
This is better than I hoped, he’s actually considering it! I’ll just have to be patient for a while, though I did want to do it tonight, so I have to calm myself down and settle back at my dad’s side, but he says he’s tired and wants to go to bed. So I get out of the chair and let him stand up. “It’s not because I ruined the moment right?” We usually sit together until around 11:00, but it was only just after 9:30. I could feel my face getting red again, and tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. I actually did ruin it, didn’t I? He doesn’t want to be near me with my sudden, stupid, request hanging between us.
He walks up and wrapped me in a hug, saying “Of course not, Bunny, I just got hit with a Mack truck sized revelation and it kinda took the wind out of my sails. Look at me,” he tilts my chin up to look in his cool blue eyes, skin crinkled at the corners, batting those longer than average lashes. “Nothin’ you tell me will EVER change that you are my one and only baby girl, and my best gal.” He gives me another wink, then scoops me up and carries me to my room like he always has as if to prove the point.
Once inside, he pulls my covers back with one arm, still cradling me with the other and lays me down gently and tucks me in, saying the same words I’ve come to expect when he tucks me in at bedtime, “Love you, Bunny. I hope you have the sweetest dreams.” However, this time, instead of kissing me on the forehead like he normally does, he gives me a small smile, and leans forward to give me a feather light kiss on the lips for a full two seconds before standing up and hurrying out of the room. I fall asleep with my fingers on my lips, holding onto the warmth he left osmangazi escort behind.
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A month away from the date I’m supposed to be at school, my mom goes on a 5 day, 5 night cruise with her girlfriends to Mexico they had been planning for the better part of a year, leaving me and daddy alone the whole week. He and I didn’t have much time to talk with each other after the kiss, he was getting more work orders for his carpentry business, so he was putting in more overtime. But when he gets back home one Saturday afternoon after driving mom to the airport, I have a spaghetti dinner ready for him and a determination that tonight is the night I lose my virginity to him.
He spends the whole meal singing my praises about the food and afterward, we go to our rooms to clean up and put on our comfy clothes. I take longer, shaving off the stubble on my legs, and yes, even between my legs. Hey, a girl has to have to hope, right? I put on a pair of thin, cotton shorts that stopped right below the cleft of my butt, sans panties. Then for a top I grab one of my dad’s shirts from his room. Because he’s already done with his shower and is sitting in the living room playing on his phone, I walk shirtless out of my room and walk behind him with my boobs on full display, hoping he turns around and sees me, but he doesn’t. The shirt goes way past the bottom of my shorts so it looks like I don’t have anything on under it.
I walk into the kitchen to fill my water bottle and hear him call to me from the living room, “Wanna watch a movie, Bunny?”
“Yeah daddy, I’m just getting some water!”
“Can you grab me a beer while you’re taking orders?” He said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Coming right up!”
I come out and see he has on a white, cotton t-shirt and light blue, flannel pj bottoms. He’s kicked back in his recliner legs spread wide, and I can see something between his legs, but it’s mostly a formless bulge. “Grab us a blanket from the basket, Bunny, it’s a little chilly in here.” So I give him the beer, grab my favorite fleece blanket, climb in the chair with him, and pull it over us. I’m curled up beside him with my knees tucked close and leaning on his left leg.
He hands me the remote and tells me I can pick out any movie I want, so I pick one he’s never seen before, but one I know has a graphic sex scene towards the end. I tuck myself closer under his arm as he puts it around my shoulders, but nothing happens the whole movie, until the sex scene comes on. As the heat on the screen ramps up, I feel his heart rate increase, matching my own and staying like that until it’s over.
After the scene, daddy turns the volume on the TV down, and coughs to clear his throat. “I wanna let you know that even though we haven’t had much time to talk to each other, in the last few weeks, I haven’t forgot about that night and what I said, and I’ve thought about it. But I wanna ask some clarifyin’ questions before I make a decision. Deal?”
“Deal.”
“Okay, first: How long have you had these feelins’ about me?”
I think for a minute, trying to remember. “I guess it was right after I turned 16, we were skiing one afternoon on my birthday trip, just the two of us. Mom, Daniel, and Cameron went back to the lodge to warm up, but I wanted to run through a few more. Remember?”
“Of course I remember.”
“It happened on the last run before we went back,” I clarify, as if he could forget the memory I’m referring to, though for a different reason entirely. The bright sun, almost blinding us as it reflected off the snow, but we were wearing shaded goggles. The crisp, cold air on top of that mountain that cleared our senses. It was the freshest and cleanest I’d ever smelled, so I wanted to prolong my time out there, and daddy didn’t want me to be out there alone, so like the knight in shining armor he has always been, he put up with the rapidly dropping temperatures so I could have a little more fun. We raced each other on the slopes throughout the afternoon and on the last run before we called it quits, I wiped out hard, losing my poles and skis, flipping several times through the air. The snow had been deep and soft enough that I didn’t really hurt myself, I was just shocked and dazed.
He chimes in, “I remember. I almost had a heart attack! It looked really bad from where I was standin’, and I thought you were seriously hurt.”
But I wasn’t. He got to me, yelling my name and cradling my head gently as he pulled me into his lap. My orientation came back slowly and my eyes focused on him staring down at me. He had taken his gloves off and one of his bare hands, one of his great big bear paw hands, was stroking my cheek so tenderly, and he was looking at me with such love and relief that I was okay, and he had started crying. I was shocked because I had never seen my dad, so big and always so strong, cry, and that made me cry. We were crying together and he was telling me how much he loved me and he started kissing my face, over and over, but he wasn’t really aiming, and he got my lips once. It sent lightning through my body. It was my first kiss, even though it was my dad, and it was his first time kissing me anywhere other than my cheek, forehead, or hand. He was only expressing relief that his only daughter and his baby wasn’t hurt. To me, however, it was the start of two years of intense longing for the man who helped give me life, leading to where we now sit.
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