18 comments/ 78182 views/ 86 favorites Moving In With Dad - An Education By: PrettyLilPussy Author Note: This is my third story and another step in progress, hopefully. It draws from life and is the first story I've ever wanted to make more parts of. I love feedback. It helps me grow, see what I did wrong, know what people like, and it inspires me to write more. So more parts will depend on the feedback I get. If people want more, I'd love to give you more. Thanks for taking the time to read my story. PLP ***** As the bus hissed to stop, Tabitha took in a deep breath and stood up. She grabbed her large bag crammed under the seat and fell into the line of tired travel weary people exiting. Her heart was beating scary fast in her chest. Moving to New Orleans to live with her dad had been her idea. She was a freshman at Loyola and was depending heavily on her scholarships. Living with her dad just made financial sense. Saving on room and board was just part of it though, Tabitha had never really known the man. Her parents had never been married and had barely tried to make it work for her. She remember him coming to her birthday parties when she was young and staying with him on the weekends, but when he started having girlfriends there the same time as Tabitha, her mom stopped letting her go over night. Then his job transferred him to Louisiana and she never saw much of him. He was faithful with what child support he sent and always mailed her birthday gifts. She didn't see him again until her eighteenth birthday which was also the day before she graduated high school. He showed up, unexpectedly, with a dozen orange tulips. He was still so tall, she thought that he just seemed that way to her when she was young, but he was at least 6'2 to her 5'4. His hair was a dark grey, the color of a stormy sky and his eyes were the same bright blue as hers. He had come at her mother's invitation which had surprised Tabitha. Though her mother had never outright talked negatively about her father, she would constantly compare him to other "people like that". "People like your father only care about themselves. Be careful Tabitha they will take advantage of you." "Men like your father are only interested in one thing. You must protect your virtue, Tabitha. It the only thing you have. Trust me if it's stolen you will never be the same." "Your father is one of those people who think material possessions can make him happy, but look at us Tabitha we aren't rich but we have all we need." "I work two jobs to give you every opportunity I never had. Study and work hard. Boys and friends will come later. You aren't missing anything anyway." So, she was surprised to see him standing there with a broad smile on his face. He stayed the whole week attending both birthday and graduation functions. She was so happy to have him there, proud to have a father cheering her on like everyone else. And that night at a nice dinner he treated everyone to, he pulled her to the side and made the proposition. She could live with him during the school semester and as long as she kept her grades up and kept her scholarships, he would give her an allowance. She could have the whole upstairs to herself. He asked her to think about it and discuss it with her mother but she had agreed right away. She'd fought her mother all summer and in the end she had given in. But her platitudes for Tabitha to focus on her studies, protect her mind and body, and not value material over maternal. Tabitha promised her she wouldn't change and that she would remain the good and studious girl she had always been. She packed her clothes and books and shipped them to New Orleans and then a week before her classes started she hugged and kissed her mother goodbye and got on a greyhound bus to New Orleans. As she shuffled off the bus, she was greeted by an oppressive humidity she had never before experienced. She held her hand up blinded by the glaring sun and was immediately embraced by a tall man she hoped was her father. "Hello my beautiful girl!" His voice rumbled in his chest. "Hey Dad." She smiled up at him as he took her by the shoulders and held her at arm's length to get a good look at her. He pulled at her long dark hair braided into pigtails. "These are cute. I can tell I'm going to have to beat the boys away." She blushed deeply at the thought of any boy at all. He grabbed her bag and led her to his shiny black SUV. She sat gingerly inside feeling wholly out of place. It was the nicest, cleanest car she had ever been inside. He climbed in next to her and turned on the blissful air conditioning. He smelled so good. Tabitha felt weird that she couldn't stop taking deep breaths of his cologne or whatever made him smell so good. The rest of the day was a blur. He drove past all the major touristy places on the way to his house, pointing them out with promises to bring her back and give her a real tour. They pulled up to his house around dusk. House was an understatement, Tabitha thought. It wasn't quite a mansion or a manor, chateau was the first word that popped in her head. Large but not imposing, her father's residence was the epitome of Southern charm, nestled among hydrangeas and crepe myrtle trees with a large lazy front porch and little French balconies peaking around the second story. She loved it instantly. And he didn't lie about her having the upstairs to herself. His office and bedroom were downstairs and that left four bedrooms upstairs for her to choose from. She picked the largest with the view and the adjoining bathroom. She liked the sturdy, oversized farm style furniture. He helped her move the boxes of her things in and located her a bookshelf for her books and a large desk. He said they could go shopping for anything else she needed tomorrow. He was going to buy her a laptop for school. "Well Tabby cat," It was a nickname she hadn't heard in many years. "I'll leave you to get settled and rest up. Dinner will be at seven. I think Margo is making some gumbo to welcome you. He kissed the top of her head and left, leaving his wonderful smell lingering behind. Tabitha put her few clothes away, organized her books and hung up a few posters and her diploma. The fading light was a pretty pink through her window. She already loved it here. Then she thought of her mother, and felt bad because she hadn't called her yet. She phoned her mom and was interrogated about everything. She tried to make it sound worse than it was and that seemed to make her mom feel better. Her mom scoffed at the thought that he had a cook and sarcastically remarked she was "sure all she did was cook for him". Tabitha checked the time and said goodbye to her mom. She took a few minutes in the bathroom to freshen up. She pulled her hair out of the braids letting her hair fall in a wavy curtain down her back. She pulled off her jean shorts and tank top and kicked off her sneakers. She took a cool rag and rinsed her body off, pausing for a moment to admire her flat tummy. As a child she was quite chubby but she had slowly lost the baby fat from her midriff. Her boobs were still too large and her butt too big but the flat belly, she was proud of. She slid on a pretty yellow sundress and some sandals and came down the stairs. After some searching she found the kitchen... and Margo. Margo was a young and curvy redhead with pale freckly skin and a wide, mischievous grin. She talked in an indecipherable drawl and winked a lot. Tabitha liked her but felt like Margo kept looking her up and down. Her father told Tabitha that Margo usually came in in the late morning and cleaned, took care of errands like dry cleaning and usually had supper on the table by seven. "I usually stay and eat with Graham, ya know keep him company," She interjected with her wide smile. Her father's ears turned a bit pink and he gave her an odd look. Tabitha, assuming it was because she had called him Graham instead of Mr. Starling or Master or whatever servants were supposed to call their employers, looked down into her gumbo ignoring them. The food was delicious, full of texture and spice, but the setting was so formal and awkward compared to home. Tabitha and her mom would usually just curl up on the couch eating something from a can and watching The Game Show network. As soon as she was done and had sufficiently complimented the cook, she excused herself explaining how tired she was her long day. Her father stood and kissed her forehead and Margo nodded goodnight. Tabitha walked slowly upstairs. She really was tired. She peeled her dress and bra off, leaving them in a heap on the floor and kicked her sandals in the corner. Then she pulled her favorite old sleep shirt out of her bad and over her head. It smelled like home. Then she sunk into her new bed and fell instantly to sleep. Sometime later, she drifted up out of strange dreams to hear a weird keening noise. It sounded like crying outside her window. Confused, she rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock next to the bed. It was 2 am. She stood up, reacquainting herself with her new room and stumbled to her bedroom windows which turned out to be French doors that swung open onto a little balcony looking into the hedged in backyard. It took her a long time to process what she was looking at. There was her father stretched out on a lounge chair by the pool facing away from her window and there was Margo sitting across his lap. Neither of them were dressed. Their naked bodies were glowing in the moonlight. Margo's thighs were spread on either side of her father and her head was thrown back making her large pale breasts jut forward. She had large pink nipples which her father took in his mouth in turn. She was bouncing up and down and making the noises that had woken Tabitha up. Tabitha stood frozen in the humid night air with moths and lightening bugs flitting around. She couldn't stop watching. Her father's hands dug into the soft flesh of Margo's hips and pushed her faster up and down. Through the like red patch between her legs, Tabitha's father's penis slid forcefully in and out. Tabitha knew what they were doing but she had never seen it herself and the play before her was embedded on her brain. She felt a full body blush engulf her and goose bumps cover her skin. Suddenly, Margo looked up right at Tabitha. They made eyes contact and Margo's face spread into her wide mischievous smile. Tabitha stepped back startled but Margo let out a shriek that froze Tabitha where she was. "Ohhh FUCK!" Margo moaned and started moving faster, frantically. Then her father wrapped his long arms around her and held her down matching her moans. At the sound of her father's deep voice groaning, Tabitha turned and ran back inside closing the door quietly. She jumped back in her bed and pulled the covers over her like a scared child. She laid there for a long time, her heart pounding and her skin on fire. She had no reference for what Margo and her father we doing out there. She knew it was sex but her only frame of reference was for making babies, something to be done as a chore. But the naked writing couple on the pool lounge looked as exotic and unnatural to her as if two aliens had landed. They looked happy and pleased and a whole other set of emotions Tabitha couldn't even describe. Her brain worked over all she had seen until her overworked mind drifted uneasily to sleep. The next morning in the shower Tabitha decided not to mention what she had seen. She knew Margo saw her but hoped she just wouldn't bring it up. She dressed in jean shorts and a white gauzy tank top her mother had owned in the 80's, hoping to battle oppressive Louisiana heat. She slid on her sandals and came downstairs. Her father was making coffee and they ate bagels together making their plans for shopping. And shopping they did. He took her to clothing stores where friendly girls gave her piles of things to choose from, they went to shoe stores to add sneakers and classic heals to her modest flip flop collection, they stopped awkwardly at the lingerie store to add to her two bra collection, they went to an electronic store and purchased a laptop and smartphone, and finally she drug him in an old book store where he browsed business magazines and she raided the historical and science fiction sections. On the drive home, bags and boxes stacked high in the back, her father reached out and took her hand and entwined his fingers in hers. "I'm really glad you decided to come live with me, Tabby. It makes me feel less like an asshole now that I will have the opportunity to know you as an adult even if I didn't see you much as a child. And I'm..." He paused looking a little embarrassed as all these feelings. "I'm just so proud of the woman you've become. You're smart and motivated and grateful and, god, you're gorgeous! I just can't believe you're mine." Tabitha looked down into her lap "Um...well thank you? But I think that might all be a bit exaggerated, especially the gorgeous part." "Oh no that was least exaggerated part. I mean...don't think I'm perverted but watching you try on all those clothes, the dresses and skirts and heels, and don't mention just looking at your feet in the dressing room trying on bras, I mean I had to keep reminding myself you were my daughter." She laughed awkwardly and squeezed his hand as she turned to look out the window to cover her blush. She was remembering Margo's body gyrating on her father and his hands roaming her naked flesh. She couldn't stop thinking of it. They got home and hauled all her things up to her room. He worked on connecting her laptop as she hung her clothes and slid her books on the shelf. "Alright Tabby cat, you are connected to the Wi-Fi. So surf till your heart's content. I'm going to check on supper." He went to walk out of her room. "Uh, Tabby?" "Yes dad?" "Wear something new down to dinner. I want to see you in it." His eyes met hers with so much meaning she couldn't look away. The look went on and on and then, as if forcing himself to break it, he turned and closed her door behind him. She sat down at her desk on her first personal computer. She opened it and looked around, set up her first email Tabbycat2001 on yahoo, looked up some info on her college, and then, before she knew what had possessed her she had pulled up Google and typed in "what is sex like?" She clicked the first link which was a Yahoo Answers page and began reading through hundreds of descriptions of how wonderful, satisfying and pleasurable sex could be. People seemed to enjoy it and do it for more than just babies. She saw words she had never heard before like cum, orgasm, masturbation, blowjob, pussy, and cock. She look each of these words up to understand more. It was when she got to masturbation that she found a video link that she followed. She saw a young blonde girl spread naked on a bed, she was pulling her vagina lips open and touching places inside. She made noises similar to the ones Margo made the night before and Tabitha could see the wetness shining on the girl's fingers. The girl slid her fingers in and out of herself and rubbed what Tabitha had just learned was her clit. She went faster and faster and her noises got louder and louder until she gasped and her whole body tightened. Tabitha could see her pussy contracting in spasm and more wetness dribble out. The girl just lay on the bed breathing hard and then she started giggling. Tabitha was transfixed, she couldn't look away. "Tabitha!!" He father called from downstairs causing her to jerk and slam the laptop. "Supper in five minutes!" "Ok!" She called back hoarsely. Her heart galloped in her chest as she stood and rushed to the bathroom, thoughts of the moaning girl filling her thoughts. She pulled her clothes off and took a long, lingering look at her body. She touched each of her pointed nipples, puffed and pink, then slid her hand down between her legs where she felt her own slippery wetness. She met her own eyes in the mirror, shocked. Embarrassed, she turned the shower on and rinsed herself thoroughly between her legs. Then got out and pulled on her new panties and bra set, simple and black, but the bikini cut of the panties made her feel adult and somehow sexy. She pulled on her new black dress and matching heels. She slid on the pearls her father insisted on buying her. The cost of them made her nervous, but she reasoned that they were staying in so they couldn't possible go missing. She came downstairs only to hear her father and Margo, the cook, talking in furious hissing whispers. "You don't know she saw anything Margo. Honestly, you're being ridiculous." "I saw her watching, Graham. Clear as anything. I told you having her move in with you was going to be a pain." "Damn it Margo, that's my daughter you're talking about. I want her here." "Your daughter? I saw how you were looking at her! Not very fatherly, Graham." "Margo -" "NO! I knew you wanted to fuck out there by the pool for reason. I just don't want to share your attention. She's such a homely dorky little thing anyway." The sharp sound of palm on skin and a gasp. "Let me remind you Miss LeBlanc, you are hired help and nothing more. Easily hired and easily replaced. Whatever you think you know, you should keep your mouth shut." Silence followed. Tabitha made a lot of noise as she came down the last few steps and turned into the kitchen. Her father was pouring a drink and Margo's back was turned. The air vibrated with tension. Her father looked up and his eye widened. "Tabby cat, you look -" His words failed. Margo turned to see and he mouth dropped open. There was a red splotch on her cheek. Tabitha thought it was the closest she would ever come to a Cinderella moment. Her father walked over to her taking in every inch of her skin hugging, low cut, sophisticated black dress. He reached out and fingered the delicate string of pearls. His knuckles brushed her collarbone and sent goose bumps racing across her skin. Then he turned and stuck his arm out like a proper gentleman. "Madame, may I escort you to dinner? Tabitha giggled at the unexpected joke and took his arm. They strolled into the dining room leaving Margo standing in the kitchen with her mouth hanging open. Her father pulled her chair out and slid it under her then seated himself. Margo stomped in the room with dinner plates. She slammed down the Chicken Caprese in front of Tabitha and Graham so hard, their silverware rattled. She left and returned with three glasses and started pouring sweet tea. "This looks delicious, Margo." Tabitha said trying to break the remaining tension. "Oh thank you, dear," Margo replied with barely hidden sarcasm. "I'm sure you just love LOOKING at things." "Margo!" Her father's voice was raised. "Thank you for all your hard work today. Why don't you take the night off? I think Tabs and I can do the cleaning up." Margo turned to him, silent, eyes wide. "Good night Margo." Her father's voice was deep and threatening. Margo stood, unmoving, for a long uncomfortable moment and then rushed out slamming every door on her way. "So sorry about that, love. Sometimes, when you are...friendly with your staff they can forget their place." "Oh. Well I've never had that problem," Tabitha replied making her father laugh. "Well now that you're here, I might not need Margo as much as I used to." They talked and laughed over dinner and when it was over they did the dishes together. Her father worked closely beside her, his tall body pressed up against her several times as he reached for dish soap or a towel. The flashes of the blonde girl kept popping in Tabitha's mind, making her squeeze her thighs together to alleviate a pressure that was building inside. He asked if she's like to watch some TV with him and she said she was tired out from all the shopping and would like to get some rest. He gave her a hug and kissed her forehead.