0 comments/ 46033 views/ 2 favorites The Goddess of Passion Ch. 02 By: SilverFox300 I owe a deep debt of gratitude to Angel Love (a Volunteer Editor) for graciously and competently taking on the task of editing this submission to Literotica. Without her guidance and sharp eye, I don't think I would have got by the 'censors'. I'm blessed though as she's agreed to edit all my submissions and I'm going to take her up on that For any of you out there, who are the least bit hesitant about submitting a story, get in communication with Angel Love as you'll get all the help and encouragement you need to become successful submitting stories for publication in Literotica. Dell led the way back out over the new snow, picking his way more by his familiarity with large landmarks than by specific smaller entities. None of their previous ski tracks coming into the trail were observable, the new snow obscuring them completely. Emerging out of the trees, the up sloping trail running onto an open area, he sighted across the bright, white expanse to the next stand of tall fir trees. He stopped and looked back at his sweet Jenna, who stopped behind him. The sun was so bright and warm; they had removed their woven ski masks, so her happy smile showed brightly on her lovely lips. Her pearl-white teeth contrasted clearly with her pink tongue as she laughed. Daddy, I'm so happy she shouted and threw her arms up to the clear azure sky. Her ski poles dangled loosely from the straps around her wrists, held high, as if in praise to some loving God above. To Dell, she was a vision of pure loveliness, so vibrant, so full of life and love. And, as well, he now knew her to be woman, a woman of enormous passion As he drank in her loveliness, he was overcome with his own passion and limitless love for his daughter. Since his wife, Sarah, Jenna's mother, had died; Jenna had become his life, his love and now, after the events of the past few hours, his lover. He had no idea whether that relationship would continue. But, whether it did or didn't, he did know that he had experienced the most wonderful moments of his life, making love to this vibrant beauty and she to him. It had not been one-sided, with him taking every lead, always being the leader. No, she had also been an aggressor, equally guiding him down a path of incredible mutual passion, over which he had not previously trod. It was an awesome, humbling experience, one which he would always treasure fondly, no matter what might befall them in the future. He turned his skis back down the trail and approached her, side by side. He reached out his arms wide to her and she leaned into him, hugging him tightly. She twisted her head so their goggles wouldn't interfere and pressed her warm mouth hard against his. Their tongues danced with each other and her hands swept up over his back and shoulders to grasp his head and hold it firmly, ensuring their ravenous mouths did not slip from each other. For a few moments, their recently experienced passion raced through them, their bodies twisting and thrusting awkwardly, their feet still held firmly in their ski boots attached to their skis. Then, at the same moment, they pulled back from each other, looked down at their legs and burst out laughing, their hands still holding each other's. To Dell, her laughter was like the tinkling of fine silver bells, so light, so charming, yet so warm in tone... Holding each other at arm's length, they both just beamed at each other, reveling in their mutual love and joy. Let's get back home she said softly. Yes Dell said, I'm for that. He poled past her, flipped his skis again and poled back into stride, moving across the open space toward the next group of trees. When they were crossing the final open meadow before the road, Dell could just make out what he thought was their SUV, largely covered with snow. He headed them toward it. As they got closer he could tell that the plows had not been up the road this far yet. He reigned in next to the SUV and leaning against the vehicle, removed his skis. The snow was about three feet deep where he was standing, looking across at the mound of snow on top of the SUV. Stacking his skis and poles against the side of it; he high-stepped his way through the deep snow to the back door. Fortunately, the vehicle had had time to cool to air temperature before the storm hit with the result that no ice had formed at the base of the snow and he was able to easily brush it away to reveal the top of the door, where it hinged. Next, he, with Jenna working at his side, cleared the snow away from the door, until it could be opened upward. He reached inside and grabbed the shovel he always carried there in the winter months. Setting it against the side of the car, they helped each other to remove their packs and placed them inside the back of the SUV. Darling, glancing down to ensure the tailpipe was clear of snow, can you crawl over the seats and start the car? I'll shovel us clear. She hopped into the back space, turned back and removed her boots. She put them on the floor of the back seat as she climbed over it to sit in the driver's seat, sliding down feet first. Her set of keys was in her right-hand zippered pocket. She pulled them out, selected the ignition key and inserted it into the switch. She turned the key and much to both their delight, the engine caught immediately and roared into life. In the meantime, Dell was aggressively attacking the snow that had drifted around and under the car, clearing the wheel tracks on the sides and the front out to the road. He guessed that he had reached the road, remembering how far the car had been parked from it. But, it was only a guess as the road was covered with about one and a half to two feet of snow. Jenna had removed her goggles and her smiling radiance was flowing through the windshield to Dell. A flood of warmth flowed through him as he felt her attention on him, bathing him in love. At the height of that wondrous moment, they both heard the grinding sound of a snowplow coming up the road. Dell waved the snow shovel above his head, signaling to the driver where they were. He waved back and continued on, laughing, as the plow washed up a four foot ridge of snow across the path that Dell had just shoveled out in front of the SUV. The plow continued up the road, over the top of the ridge above them - out of sight, but they could still hear it rumbling along. Dell turned to Jenna and they both broke out into gales of laughter again. She turned the motor off and got out of the SUV. They both, still laughing, fell into each other's arms and embraced tightly. Jenna stepped back and said, Daddy. It's my turn for a bit. She grabbed the shovel from his hand and began to attack the snowplow induced ridge blocking their entry to the road. They both knew they would not have to take it to ground level as the 4X4 with chains on all four wheels would push through two feet of snow easily. Even if it were close-packed, they would ride over it. Jenna worked at the ridge, tossing the snow to the side, not onto the road. When she'd got the left side down to about two feet, having removed about half of what had to be done; she turned and handed the shovel to Dell. He had cleaned off the top of the SUV and clamped their skis and poles to the roof rack. She knew better than to prevent him from doing his share. She was so in tune with his evenhandedness, his fairness in all things; she simply knew he would feel best if he had cleared half the ridge and she had cleared half the ridge. It was just the way he was and she loved him for it. He shared everything good with her and tried to avoid giving her anything bad. When he was done, he handed her the shovel and she put it in the back of the SUV, closed the door and got in the passenger side. She put her seat belt on and reached her hand across to rest tenderly on his on the steering wheel. They looked at each other and grinned. Let's go home, sweetheart, he said. Jenna giggled and mewed, Oh, yesss, let's go home and get in bed... and then added, shyly, I'm a little tired. As always, Jenna remained alert, supportive of Dell as he drove down the freshly plowed half-road, out of the higher elevations to the valley where their home nestled against a rise with a southern exposure. They pulled into their drive, crossed the bridge over the creek which ran parallel to the ridge and the road and pulled up in front of the garage. Snow had fallen here, too, but only about six inches. Jenna had pressed the clicker for the automatic garage door opener when they crossed the creek and returned it to the glove compartment. Dell knew the skis and poles on the roof rack would clear the open garage door (the door was the type which rolled up in horizontal segments on tracks), so he rolled on in. He braked with the windshield just touching the tennis ball he had suspended with string from the ceiling to show exactly where to park the SUV in the garage. This, so he could raise the hood if need be, but still be far enough in to close the door behind it. Jenna appreciated all these little thoughtful touches, so characteristic of her father. He just made things so easy for others to be around him, she thought fondly. The sun was setting behind them as they both got out of the car. Sweetheart. Why don't we unpack tomorrow? Let's just change into something comfortable and get some dinner. Dell pressed the button to close the garage door. It was mounted on the wall next to the door entering into their kitchen. The house was cozy and warm as they went through turning on lights as needed and heading upstairs, Dell to his bedroom to change and Jenna to her bathroom, to pee. As she relieved herself, she smelt the lingering scent of her sex combined with his semen on the hairs of her pussy. Her mind raced through the events of the past twenty-four hours. Touching herself softly on her sensitive slit, she became immediately aroused. She felt her slit become wet and her fingertip slid easily inside her vagina. She pulled her finger up very slowly, feeling every nerve tingle as her finger stroked up over her hood and stopped atop her engorged clit. She pressed down on it ever so slightly and exploded with an orgasm. Oh, daddy I want you again she whispered softly to herself. Jenna pulled up her panties and pants, flushed the toilet and went out to her bedroom. There, she stripped, and standing in front of the full length mirror which covered the sliding door to her walk-in closet, inspected her naked body. There was a 'hickey' at the base of her throat. This was her daddy's mark. She stood taller, proud of it and feeling warm and desirable. Her body flushed and she felt that tingle again in her pussy. She strode out of the room naked, back into her bathroom to take a shower. She no longer felt the need to cover herself should Dell see her naked. She was proud of her femininity. She wanted to get ready for her daddy again. She wanted to please him, to make him proud of her as a woman, and to want her as a woman... Jenna's return to Idaho State after the Christmas break was accompanied by a new sense of exhilaration within her. She was totally confident in her future, her future as a medical doctor and her future as a sensual woman. She was not yet certain with whom she would share her life, acknowledging that Dell was really the only man she had ever known. While she had not dated before, she knew she could open up that door any time she wanted to. Now, she was fully prepared to venture out and find out what that world was about and determine what, if any of it, was of interest to her. Before she had left her father she had insisted he begin dating. He had told her he'd think about it. He said he wasn't sure that's what he wanted to do at this time. Deep down, she realized she was relieved to hear him say that. She knew society didn't accept their having a sexual relationship, and she wasn't really sure they'd ever be together again, that way. But, she still wanted that option to be open to them if that's what they both decided to do. When Jenna told her room mate, Diane, that she wanted to start dating, Diane was delighted. Diane was an active participant in the social life available on campus. Diane was excited about the prospects of showing off Jenna to her male and female friends. Jenna was a 'prize' and Diane knew it. Jenna's relative innocence (as far as Diane knew about it) was a strong positive point which would attract the more aggressive males like an alpha male wolf to a bitch in heat. It was ridiculous, she thought, how some men thought that taking a virgin was such a big deal. An experienced woman was infinitely better. Well, so be it - she had the experience and Jenna was the bait. The following Saturday night there was a party at the Phi Kappa Tau fraternity house. Diane wrangled an invitation for both Jenna and herself. Diane had dated the fraternity Vice President, Bill Lawson, a few times and knew him to be a horny dude. When she told him about Jenna and what she looked like, pointing her out on the soccer field during a practice, he licked his chops, so to speak. So did Diane. She was confident Bill wouldn't get anywhere with Jenna and she'd be there to 'pick up the pieces', inheriting a monstrous hard-on to use for her own pleasure. She was in for more than one surprise. When Diane saw what Jenna had dressed in for the party, her mouth dropped open. My God Jenna had on a tight, form-fitting, silk dress with a low bodice which beautifully showed off enough of her gorgeous breasts to give a hard-on to the Sphinx. And, the length of the hemline showed off her shapely legs exquisitely sculpted by three inch heels. Jenna's hair was down, parted to the left and flowing softly about her shoulders (instead of her usual pony tail). Diane was awestruck. Jezuuzzz she thought. She's gonna get mobbed Then, Diane began to have second thoughts about what she had become a party to. Well, too bad, we can't back out now. Besides, who knows, it just might work out fine... When Diane and Jenna stepped through the door of the frat house, they were met by a pledge, assigned to look after the guests' coats, etc. They tapped the snow lightly off their shoes onto the entry hall rug, slipped their gloves into their coat pockets and handed their coats to the pledge 'doorman'. Jenna stepped back and squaring her shoulders, stood tall and straight, smoothing out her dress around her hips and shoulders. She felt vibrant and her body flushed with excitement. Well, here goes, she thought. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Across the hallway, just inside the main salon, Bill Lawson stared, his mouth agog...Christ, was this Jenna Anderson? His cock twitched and immediately began to engorge. She's a queen Yes, it had to be because she was with Diane. Wow, this was going to be quite some night, he dreamed. Jenna sensed eyes on her and looked up to scan the area in front of her. Every eye was on her, male and female. The teenaged Catherine Deneuve didn't look more ravishing. Jenna, never nonplused, turned to Diane and said, Well, what now? Just as the words escaped her luscious lips, Bill Lawson approached, talking to Diane, but with his eyes fixed on Jenna. Hi, Diane, so glad you could come. You have to introduce me to this gorgeous creature. Bill felt his natural good looks and carefully cultivated charm could sweep any prospect he desired into his bed. Little did he know how absurd he looked in Jenna's eyes, noting clearly the insincerity of his words and demeanor. Without realizing it at first she unconsciously compared Bill to Dell. This kid, Bill, she mused could go shove it up his... Jenna reached out her hand to shake Bill's, proffered to her. Jenna, where she was raised among mountain folk, was used to shaking a hand, not a wimpy stick. Then she realized Bill was grimacing in her grasp and let go of his hand. Oh, I'm sorry, she apologized. I really didn't mean to inflict any bodily harm, she teased. I'm Jenna Anderson, she volunteered, and you are...? Bill Lawson. I'm the Vice President of our chapter of Phi Kappa Tau, he preened. Welcome to our house. Can I get you a drink? Yeah, Diane said. I'd like a gin and tonic. Jenna said, Thank you, may I have a coke with ice, please? I don't drink alcohol. I found out years ago that I didn't like the effect it created. Her parents had let her take sips when they had company over for parties and one time, when Jenna was seven, she gulped down what she thought was ice water. That Vodka on the rocks nearly swept her away - she coughed and coughed and then got sick, throwing up all over herself. No, alcohol was not for her. Diane and Jenna drifted toward the salon where people were dancing on the bare, hardwood floor to the sound of a full 5.1 digital sound system, professionally installed. Jenna had taken ballroom dancing lessons when she was twelve and felt comfortable on a dance floor, even though her experience outside the class was limited to her mom and dad dancing with her in the kitchen when the mood struck them, just for fun. A tall, very good-looking, dark-haired young man approached them with their drinks. Good evening, ladies. Which one of you gets the coke? he asked politely. Jenna smiled one of her radiant best and reached for the glass, confronting him boldly. He almost dropped the glass of coke, staring intently into her flashing blue eyes, captivated. He fumbled Diane's drink to her and apologized for his clumsiness. Diane turned to Jenna and whispered, I'm not sure this was such a good idea, coming here tonight. Nobody's had a chance to really see you before and you're knocking them speechless, er, dead, ah, you know what I mean... Gee Whiz, Diane. I'm just me. I can't help what I was born with. I'm sorry. Do you want me to leave? Jenna Anderson...nobody said anything about your leaving, least of all, me. You're one of the dearest, most genuine persons I've ever known. We're going to see this through. Remember, this is your first time out, so don't feel you're causing any problem. It's these slavering, pussy-hungry idiots, drooling after you that are the problem. I was hoping to find somebody that you might tweak to, but I'm afraid we've struck out so far. As these last words trailed from Diane's mouth, another tall, good-looking, broad-shouldered and fit young man walked by them. This guy was blond haired, like Jenna. He smiled politely at them and, as if he were hit suddenly with an afterthought, he stopped and turned to them. He asked both women, Have we met before? You both look familiar. At another party, perhaps? My name is Ryan Miller. He reached out his hand and shook Diane's first, then, Jenna's. It was a firm hand, not wimpy, Jenna noted. Oh, wait. I know, still holding Jenna's hand casually. You're one of the cheerleaders for the football and basketball squads and, he emphasized, you're on the soccer team. One of the better, if not the best, scorers. You're Jenna Anderson, he said, in an excited tone of voice. I've watched you on the field. Lady, you're good he exclaimed. His seemingly genuine praise was getting through to Jenna. He was the first male she'd met on campus who seemed to know what he was doing, outside her professors and coaches. Thank you, she said demurely, and you're the Ryan Miller, the basketball team's leading All-American candidate and Academic All-American, I might add. Nobody could ever say Jenna wasn't aware of what was going on around her even when she wasn't a direct participant. He beamed that she knew of him. He certainly was impressed with her and had secretly been admiring her from afar, noting her shyness at certain things and her supreme dominance concerning other things. He had asked a friend of his, an assistant prof in the Biology Department, about her grades - 4.0 - don't find 'em better, and she understands her material. She can think with it and apply it, he was told. Yes, she was impressive, in every respect. The Goddess of Passion Ch. 02 Jenna, Diane said, I'm going for another drink - want one? Jenna looked at her friend and smiled warmly. No thanks, Di. I'm fine. Jenna's eyes returned to Ryan, standing close to her. Now, here was an athlete and good-looking and smart and polite and interested and interesting...hmmmm, she thought. Now we're getting somewhere. I wonder how he is in bed. She flushed at the thought and smiled up at him, all six feet eight inches of him. Her five feet eight seemed dwarfed by the size of his obviously muscular body. The strength he exuded attracted her, physically. When he opened his mouth, his foot didn't get sucked into it, like the other guys she'd met tonight. They looked into each other's eyes and then both glanced down at both of his hands, still grasping her hand. They both blushed a little and he released his grip. But, she reached back and pulled his hand back to hers as it was lowering, holding it lightly. She smiled at him. He was smitten. God, what a smile I like to touch a person when I'm talking with them, if I like them, she said softly. He swallowed with a gulp. Is she actually coming on to me? he wondered. How did I ever get so lucky? Well, I'm glad you do, 'cause I like it, too, he grinned. Shall we dance? There was a slow number playing. He led her to the salon where he assumed the proper ballroom dancing position for the two-step, holding her a bit away from his body, not rudely clutching at her. Now, it was her turn to be impressed. Ryan was a gentleman, and he seemed to be genuine. While he obviously admired her various attributes, he also seemed to show her a proper amount of respect as a person. Well, so far, Ryan was the nearest thing to Dell that she'd found. She really had no other person to compare him with. Would he prove out all the way? She intended to find out. As they danced, she gradually, almost imperceptibly, moved closer and closer to him. Finally, he noticed her breasts were pressed against his lower chest and he could smell the rich aroma of her clean hair, pressed close to his chin. Her thighs were pressing against his lower thighs. She had a firm body, yet soft to the touch. She was a very exciting woman. He had never met anyone quite like her. His cock began to fill and he knew she could feel it rising as it touched her tummy. He flushed, but didn't back away. He didn't know whether he had initiated the contact or whether she had. No matter, she felt great in his arms, pressed up against his firm body. As their dance steps permitted, she ground her pussy up against his hip bone, feeling the familiar tingle course through her. She was getting wet and hot. She could smell her sex and wondered if Ryan could, too. She was glad she'd put a Kotex pad on under her panties. She would have ruined her silk dress if she'd leaked pussy juice onto it. The length of his steps gradually diminished until they just seemed to be standing in one place, swaying back and forth, pressed tightly against each other. She pulled very slightly back from him and raised her chin, opening her lips up to him. Her gaze never left his eyes. He lowered his lips to hers and softly brushed them with his parted lips. Then, he lowered his lips to hers again, but this time, slipped the tip of his tongue between her lips and touched the tip of her tongue. They didn't separate, but pressed harder into each other's mouth, swirling their tongues around each other's. They both floated off somewhere to a blissful place, only returning to the dance floor when they realized the people there were all standing around the two of them, clapping and cheering. Everyone in the room had been watching this real-life Barbie and Ken gradually join together and in some vicarious way, they all wished to see them become a couple. It looked like they might do just that and this was cause for celebration. Ryan kissed Jenna lightly on the forehead and whispered, Let's get out of here. They went to the entry hall and asked the pledge doorman for their coats. Then Jenna remembered Diane. She had to tell her what was happening. She told Ryan she had to go to the bathroom and went looking for Diane. Not finding her on the ground floor, she started up the stairs when Bill Lawson came down the stairs saying, If you're looking for Diane, the Ho, she's servicing the fraternity President upstairs in the second room on the right, he spat. Jenna turned and went down the stairs. Ryan was waiting for her at the front door. They stepped out to gently falling snow. There was no wind and the flakes were beautiful as they drifted softly down through the street lights, settling on every horizontal surface. About three inches had fallen since Jenna had gone into the frat house. Standing at the top of the stairs leading from the front porch of the frat house down to the entry sidewalk, Ryan asked, Have you any particular place you'd like to go to? Do you live in a dorm or do you have your own apartment? she asked. She knew he was a junior and that his family did have some means, so she guessed he had his own apartment. She was right. I have my own place about three blocks from here, he said quietly. Well, if you promise to continue to be a gentleman and not take advantage of me, I'd like to go to your apartment and get to know you better, she said, blushing. Ryan was ecstatic He had hoped to 'score' tonight, but never dreamed it might be like this. Even if he didn't touch her again tonight, he was in the presence of a fabulous woman, the very woman he had been dreaming of and discreetly checking out. How lucky could a guy get? They climbed the steps to his second floor apartment. It was a one bedroom place with a bath, small kitchen and small sitting room. He had his TV in the sitting room and his desk and computer in the bedroom. There was barely space for him to sit on the bed and work at his desk to the side toward the window. He couldn't fit a chair into the narrow space. To get even this much space, his bed was only a full size, not a queen or a king. Given his size, he slept diagonally in it and couldn't conceive of trying to get into a twin to try to save more space - no way. Ryan helped Jenna out of her coat and hung it up on the standing coat rack next to the front door. Jenna insisted on being given a tour. She noted that, big as Ryan was physically, his tiny apartment took on a Lilliputian atmosphere. Why, it was small for her, let alone him. Still, it was his and afforded him a measure of privacy that was valuable to most. When they got to the bedroom, she kicked her shoes off, pushed them under his bed and said, teasingly, Know what that means? He grinned at her boyishly. You're a tease, huh? he said, still grinning. Yeah, but that's all, she said, realizing that she was treading on thin ice at this point. That's OK. You're safe with me, he said seriously. I'm not like some of the animals around here. I know you're not, she stated. That's why I felt secure coming here with you. You're a gentleman, Ryan Miller, and I, for one, admire that in a man. When I kissed you on the dance floor it was because I admired you and wanted to show you that you were a special person. Well, you certainly succeeded, he said softly. I don't think I ever felt more special than at that moment. He smiled at her warmly, reached down, picked up her shoes and handed them to her. She giggled and put them back under his bed. The night isn't over yet... she teased and punched his arm lightly. They went back into the sitting room, arms around each other, happy with each other, for now. Jenna sensed she had to be careful. She knew her motives. She knew she was hunting. But Ryan didn't really know he was the prey. Somehow, he was confused - he thought he was the hunter and she was the prey. Wrong Still, she liked him and respected his conduct toward her and she didn't want to hurt him needlessly. Should she fall in love with him in the last analysis, her current actions would be lost in the joys they'd experience in their future together. However, if she were to reject him...well, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. They sat on the couch opposite the TV. He sat with his knees diagonally to hers, without trying to sit closer to put his arms around her. He looked at her and said, earnestly, Tell me about you. Tell me about your family, where you live, what you do for fun. She smiled at him. This could get difficult, she thought. I think he's a really nice guy, but I don't want to actually get very involved. I just want to experiment a bit with my hormone reactions. OK, she realized, getting started with him could really take a while. That might be fine if she were actually looking for a mate right now, but she wasn't. Again, thoughts of Dell flashed through her mind. God hadn't made a better mate...for her. Jenna told Ryan about her life in the mountains, about her parents, about her mom's death (her eyes got misty at that point and Ryan reached out and held her hand tenderly in response). She told him about their ordeal on the cross-country skiing trip over the Christmas holiday, but left out significant parts of the story. She told him about Dell, praising him to the hilt for the way he'd raised her with love, compassion and trust. Of course, she didn't reveal her true and complete feelings about Dell - her true soul mate. As the evening passed and they grew more and more fond of each other, largely owing to both their ability to communicate, both of them became more and more free to allow their conversation to range to more uncommon subjects, more 'taboo' subjects. Ryan admitted that he was not a virgin, that he had had sex with a high school girlfriend his senior year, but that he was not promiscuous and had only slept with a woman three times since then. Hearing this, Jenna wondered how effective she might be in 'awakening' lust within him. Hmmmm, she thought, might not be too easy. Further, it might be even more difficult to get him to experiment sexually with her on a casual basis, outside a serious relationship. Well, she'd just have to monitor their relationship as it developed and make a final decision down the pike. But she was content, for now, to keep their relationship on a more platonic basis, without getting sexually aggressive. She liked him. He seemed to be a nice guy. On the other hand, Ryan admitted to himself that he was falling in love with this glorious princess. She was vivacious, beautiful and extremely sexy. She was smart, competent, and a stellar athlete. From the shape of her he felt she'd bear children easily and would be great with kids, raising them much as she had been raised - and look how she turned out Sure, she had ambitions to become a doctor, but hey, that could change once she had a kid. Was he ever wrong about that Jenna glanced at her watch - 2 am."Time for me to get going, she said. The dorm moms don't like us to be out too late. Makes 'em nervous. She scampered into the bedroom and retrieved her shoes from under the bed. Oh well, she thought, maybe another time. They walked to the coat rack. He held her coat up for her to get her arms into the sleeves. She buttoned up her coat and held her gloves in her left hand, while she cupped his chin with her right hand and kissed him gently on the lips. Ryan, I'm enjoying getting to know you. You're a sweet guy. and she meant it. To Ryan, however, it was as if she'd said, I like you. I don't love you. And I really don't think there's much future for us in any kind of relationship except as friends. That one sentence told him where he stood with her and it wasn't where he'd hoped to be standing. Slipping his coat on, he said, I'll walk you home. Gentleman to the end, she thought. She hugged his arm as they descended the stairs and went outside. The snow was still falling lightly. Another two inches had accumulated and Jenna wished she'd brought different shoes with her. When they got to her dorm building, she turned to him, reached her lips up to his and brushed his lips with hers. Ryan, I appreciate very much the way you treated me tonight. I had a wonderful time. She knew he was definitely not the type to talk about his relationships, so she continued, We haven't had sex together yet, but maybe the next time - what are you doing next Saturday night? he just stood there, dumbfounded Well? she queried. I...ah...I...well, nothing really. I have no plans. You do now, she asserted. Be prepared. I'm not on the pill. With that, she patted him on his stiffening cock and walked through the door into her dorm building. The week flew by for Jenna. She was up to her ears in her studies. Dell called her every day, and as usual, their mutual happiness with each other just permeated the conversations. They seldom lasted long. It was just the high spot of each of their days, revitalization as it were. He always called first thing in the morning, before Jenna had to leave for her first scheduled class. So, Dell was always in her thoughts as she set out each day. She happened to see Ryan when her cheerleader practice coincided with the basketball team's practice. That happened on Tuesday and Thursday that week. Friday, the team had a home game against Montana State. When she saw Ryan, it was usually from a distance - across the length of the gym, but they managed to say a few words to each other anyway, setting the time for their date at 7:30. He'd meet her in front of her dorm. It seemed the whole basketball team knew of their little get-together the previous Saturday and speculation as to what went on ran rampant and mostly wrong. Ryan really proved he was closemouthed about his dates. Nobody had heard a word from him. During the game on Friday night, late in the second half, Ryan came down with a critical rebound right on the side of a teammate's foot, twisting Ryan's ankle. He had to leave the game and Jenna could see his ankle was covered with ice packs the rest of the game. He didn't return. Idaho State won, 87-78. Ryan bettered his own average of 21 points per game with 23. He also had 11 rebounds. His double-double was on Saturday morning's news as the highlight of the game. Jenna was pleased for him but concerned about his ankle. He called her at her dorm at 5:30 on Saturday evening and suggested that they postpone their date - his ankle and such. Jenna would hear none of it. She knew where he lived. She'd come over at the appointed time and 'nurse' him - there was a long silence after she said that. She thought she heard him gasp. When she got to his building and started up the stairs, she thought she heard voices coming from his apartment. She knocked on the door and one of the basketball team members opened the door. She looked past him and there were three other team members there in addition to Ryan. Come on in, Jenna, Ryan called to her. We're having a party. Children I give up, she thought. She turned on her heel and walked back down the stairs. Obviously, I was wrong about you Ryan Miller. You're just a kid, and a chicken. Good-bye Jenna's life at school settled into a routine of practices, games and studies. She continued to do extremely well in every activity. Dell's daily calls kept her stable throughout the semester and when the Easter vacation period came, she was in excellent shape in school and on the soccer field. Dell came for her the day after classes ended, picking her up at her dorm. Diane kept staring at this gorgeous older man that was there to pick up Jenna. Who was he? Jenna did not talk about her current scene with anyone. She told Diane that Dell was her best friend, who had volunteered to bring her home for the vacation time. Diane did not know Dell was Jenna's father. Diane just kept staring at Dell, even after they had been introduced. God, he's yummy, she thought. I'll bet he's great in bed. She was looking at a professional logger, one whose very livelihood depended very much on his physical condition. Of course he was in great shape. And it was obvious he doted on Jenna and she on him. She hadn't ever seen Jenna that happy and vibrant. They were a special couple, Diane mused. Jenna perked up on the drive back home that morning. School was fine and necessary, but when she was with Dell, she was alive When they arrived home, they both wanted to take showers, so after Jenna carried her light bag upstairs to her bedroom, she stripped and went into her bathroom. She sat and peed, wiped herself, flushed the toilet and turned the shower on. Having stripped, Dell started to go into the bathroom off the master bedroom to shower when he heard Jenna turn on the shower in her bathroom. It seemed louder than usual. He understood why when he looked down the hall and saw the bathroom door was wide open. He thought of her luscious body being softly caressed by the flowing water. His cock became rigid immediately. Without a second thought, he walked into her bathroom and asked, Is there room for two in there? Jenna squealed her delight, Daddy, oh yes, there's always room for you He slid the shower door aside and stepped in, greeted by a vision far more beautiful than his imagination could ever have conjured. She was wet from top to bottom and was standing to one side of the stream of water, holding out the bar of soap to him. Would you please lather me up, daddy? she asked, demurely. He almost dropped the slippery bar as he stared at her gorgeous body. He had an inkling of her beauty when they'd made love to each other that day in the cabin, but owing to the cold in the room, he had not actually seen her completely nude. But now...her beauty was breathtaking They circled, facing each other, gazing at each other warmly, she moving away from the shower stream, he moving into it with his back to it. He soaped his hands on the bar until they foamed. Then, he slid the bar into the little soap dish mounted in the wall next to him. He reached out with his soapy hands and began to rub his hands over her throat and neck, out over her shoulders and then back again to her throat, but slightly lower, going over the top of her chest, softly caressing the rise of her breasts and then circling them, slowly running his slippery fingers under them. He cupped both her breasts softly in his fingers and swathed his hands tenderly over her globes, lingering over her nipples. She arched her back and moaned, gripping his soapy hands hard against her breasts and rotating his hands firmly. Oh, daddy, she moaned, You make me feel sooo goooodd Still holding his hands on her breasts, he knelt in front of her and slowly pulled his hands from under hers, running his fingers down to her firm tummy. He rotated his hands across her tummy, palming her abs and tickling her belly button depression with his finger tips. Then, he circled back above the flare of her hips and gently ran his soapy fingers back over her buttocks. He circled his hands down and swathed over her butt, down to the crack between her ass cheeks. She involuntarily opened her legs wider, anticipating the travel of his fingers down under her to stop at the base of her cheeks. Now, he pulled his hands back to the front of her and picking up where his hands had previously stopped their motion, he stroked up over her sphincter, gently pressing in as he got to it. She jerked, her body shivered and she moaned loudly. Oh, daddy, that feels wonderful Oh God, I had no idea...maybe later we could... Darling, he interrupted, you've only begun to experience all the joys of love which I will bestow on you. Jenna was in heaven - her body was being stroked, petted, and loved with infinite tenderness. She felt so alive, so vibrant Dell's fingertips and palms continued their journey around her hips and sex. He moved on down her thighs, stroking all around them and continuing down past her knees, lovingly drawing around her calves and ankles, ending by stroking across her insteps to the tops of her toes. He stood and began to do these same actions all over again. The slickness of his soapy fingers and the smoothness of her warm, firm skin added tremendously to the eroticism of the moment. The Goddess of Passion Ch. 02 This time, Jenna's arousal was more evident - her breathing was more ragged, coming in gasps as he circled her breasts. She was thrusting her hips at him as his hands trailed across her mound, seeming to beg to be touched more firmly there. As he ended his journey of worship of her body at her toes again, he rose and turning her, drew her gently to kneel at the base of the built-in seat at the end of the shower, doggie fashion with her breasts resting on the tile seat, her arms bent at the elbow supporting her. He bathed the soap gently over her ass cheeks, continuing to worship her body with his hands. When she was thoroughly lathered, he began to move his fingertips down between her ass cheeks, stroking around her sphincter. With one hand, he trailed down further and slid its fingers along her pussy. Jenna moaned and wiggled her ass and spread her cheeks farther apart. Dell's other hand circled her rosebud and gradually moved in. He inserted the tip of one finger into her, pressing very gently against the sphincter muscle. Jenna moaned. Oh God, yess, Dell, make love to my ass. Please, make love to my ass... He pushed the finger further into her and she pushed back against him, driving the finger fully into her. He worked his finger in and out of her until she begged, Dell, I want you in me, quickly. Please, I need you in me. He could tell from her breathing that she was building to another orgasm. He inserted a second finger into her and twisted them gently in a semicircle, loosening her up and stretching her. Then, his third finger entered her. He worked all three fingers in and out until her sphincter relaxed. Then he soaped his rigid cock, placed the head against her gaping hole and slowly pushed in. He only had about two inches in when she came. She screamed with passion and pushed back hard against him, impaling her fully onto his stiff cock. His balls slapped against her pussy. She screamed again. He wasn't sure if the scream was from pain or joy, but soon found out when she moaned, Dell, that feels so good. You are a wondrous lover, oh that feels so good. She was rubbing her clit with one hand under her while he was in her ass. She began to slowly work herself back and forth on him. She was fucking him with her ass. He just held himself firmly in place and she worked her body back and forth on his cock. Her intestinal muscles began a rhythm - contract, relax, contract, relax, as she fucked his turgid shaft. He felt her tighten around him. She gasped and went rigid for a few moments, mewing softly. She had orgasmed again. Now she picked up the pace and he began to feel his own orgasm building, building, building – Oh God, darling, I'm cumming, Oh Aaaahhhhh Uuuuhhhhhhhhhh Spurt after spurt of warm thick cum splattered into her. She felt the warm flood and immediately came again herself, twisting her body around his shaft, trying to milk every last drop from his balls. As they recovered, Dell stood and pulled Jenna up and embraced her. He drew them both under the shower stream and washed the cleansing flow all over her body, washing off all the soap, spreading her ass cheeks and bathing all about, spreading her pussy lips and washing the warm water all through her, rubbing the water over her lovely breasts, squeezing the nipples as he passed over them. She rinsed her head and shook her hair like a dog just getting out of the water. He guided her outside the shower stall and began to softly rub her down with a big bath towel, gently rubbing her nubile body, starting with her hair and moving down her back, over her buttocks and then finally, down her slightly spread legs to her heels. Turning her around to face him, he gently stroked the towel over her face and around her neck and throat. Then, applying slightly more pressure, he rubbed the towel around her up thrusting breasts, cupping them and avoiding her aroused nipples. She gasped at his touch. Her hips were grinding slowly as he worked the towel down over her hips and tummy. She spread her legs farther apart as he knelt in front of her to dry off the front of her thighs, calves and feet. He dropped the towel and lifted his palms to either side of her pussy and pressed them firmly into her mound, in homage to her sensual beauty. She gripped his hands against her tightly, writhing and moaning aloud. Her hips thrust up and down, pivoting on her sex, continuing to press his hands tightly to her. Dell moved up to her and began to lick in long strokes over her slit, exposed between his thumbs, drawing her tenderly to his face. Her hands shifted to his hair, stroking the back of his head as his tongue sought out her throbbing bud, his hands reaching behind her to cup her thrusting buttocks. When he found her, she screamed in ecstasy. Her knees seemed to buckle. He held her firmly, preventing her from collapsing onto the floor. Her body was shuddering and shaking in the throes of her orgasm. He marveled at its intensity, at the magnitude of her passion. Oh, Dell, she gasped, I love you so much. He stood and wrapped the towel around her shoulders, her body trembling still from her release. His arms went around to her back as he drew her softly to him, cradling her in his strong arms. He led her into her bedroom to get dressed. Yes, he had heard her say Dell'', not daddy . He knew something had changed drastically in their relationship - she was no longer his little girl , and he was content with the change, sure of its correctness. Now, they were lovers and would remain so. His thoughts began to race as he held her lovingly and she played her hands up his back. They would have to go live somewhere else, some place where no one knew them as father and daughter, some place where she could achieve her personal ambitions to be a doctor and he could find employment as a logger. He also knew her life would not be complete without children of her own. Jenna turned Dell so his back was to her bed and gently pushed him back so he sat on the edge of the bed. She knelt between his thighs and grasped his stiffening cock with one hand wrapped around the base and one stroking slowly up and down its length. You know, my lover, she said softly, I've never tasted you. I think it's about time I did. She lowered her mouth over the purple head of his cock, swishing her tongue back and forth across the underside of the head on that particularly sensitive area while she sucked hard with her lips, seeming to try to draw the cum up out of his balls in one stroke. She stroked her hand up and down while she sucked his cock in and out of her warm, soft mouth, constantly swishing her tongue around the head and under the head of his pulsing member. She rose above him and tried to find the exact right angle that would allow her to get more and more of his rigid cock down her throat. She kept working at it, seemingly obsessed with swallowing him whole. Finally, she could feel his pubic hairs on her nose and she knew she was achieving her goal of his fucking her face, except that it really was her fucking him with her face. Dell reveled in being serviced by the one creature in the entire world he wanted to make love to him. He could feel his balls beginning to tighten and knew he was about to fill her sucking mouth with cum. He also knew she would swallow every last drop and beg for more...