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My Lisa

By: Hopeless1



Have you ever noticed how the harder you try to forget someone the more they invade your thoughts? One moment you're minding your own business, getting on with life, and all it takes is a smell, a sound, a sight, something so small and innocuous you don't consciously recognize it, yet there it is, a memory in full Technicolor taking over your every thought, your every breath, and once again, there you are suffering through the loss of her all over again. Is this the price we pay for love? 

It's been four years now and she's moved on. She found the love she was looking for and he's taking care of her. I'm happy for her. I put my life back together after she left and I moved on as well; at least I thought I did. Then one of those moments comes along and every minute I spent with her comes back and my heart fills with a burning cold; God, how I miss her! I can hear her laughter everywhere. The way she would say "Oh Yeah!" when she would have the winning hand at a card game; the way she would close her eyes and roll her head back when listening to her music; the way her eyes would shine when she looked at me and the way she would arch her back and catch her breath when I would enter her; and the faraway place she would take me when we made love to each other. She would whisper in my ear "I love you" as we moved together and I knew my life was no longer mine to control!

I could sit and stare at her for hours, and she hated it! She was never comfortable with herself and couldn't understand how I was so intoxicated by her. I loved watching her as she slept. Her hand to her breast, her hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her. Her face so peaceful; looking so much like a little girl with her freckle covered face. In the morning watching her as she sipped her coffee on the couch, her long legs pulled up to her chest, one foot resting on the other, holding the cup close to her letting it warm her. Then she would catch me staring at her and I would get "that" look! She always thought my stares had to do with sex, that I was just looking at her because I wanted her. She never knew that I couldn't stop staring because I couldn't believe she had chosen me; that I couldn't believe out of all the men in the world mine was the heart she wanted to touch. And I couldn't stop staring because I knew, in time, she would leave me and I wanted to soak up every moment with her and lock it away someplace deep to be pulled out in my old age to remind me that I had, in fact, actually lived at one time.

I saw her last about three years ago. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek, and held my hand briefly. We talked and played some cards and I sat across the table from her and stared until I got "that" look from her again. She walked into the kitchen to fill her glass and I followed her every move until the vision of her blurred behind my tears. She wasn't mine anymore. And I wasn't hers.

She's happy now. I don't know if she even thinks of me anymore. I hope she does. We used to tell each other that ours was a love that had lived long before us and would live long after us. I guess lovers tell each other those things. Only she had me convinced that it was so. Somewhere deep inside my broken heart I still believe it. I have to. I guess this IS the price we pay for love. For three years she loved me. It's my fault she's gone. But hers is a fire that burns so hot I don't know if any man will ever truly possess her. I do know this. Any man is indeed lucky to know her heart even briefly. I cry for her still. I hurt for her still. God, how I hurt! I put it all behind me as best I can and I move on. One moment you're minding your own business, getting on with life, and all it takes is a smell, a sound, a sight, something so small and innocuous you don't consciously recognize it.

My Lissa...



All the vulgarities filling the world, were filling my mind when I came home tonight.

And there she is. Sitting in her nightgown, on the couch. She's had a long day. It's evident in her face.

All that beauty, those intelligent thoughts, all going to waste as she sits there, wrapped up in her blanket, from the children's bedroom. And it isn't going to waste. She's just sitting there, trying to clear her head, as I walk into the room, kissing her on the forehead.

Melissa looks up and smiles at me. Her eyes, as clear, and soulful as a Scottish maid, awaiting her lover, atop a cold and desolate plain. Her smile lights up the room, better than the lamp across the room from her. She sits here, all alone, with only her gown and her blanket, for warmth. Warmth I've felt from her since before I walked into the apartment.

Such a beautiful angel, I have here, sitting at home, and waiting. Waiting for me to get off work, at midnight, and come home to her.

I had to stop off for gas and a beverage for us to share, all the while, waiting, aching, almost, from not being able to feel my arms around her.

I just realized that I was in love with her, only a couple weeks ago. And I am fortunate enough to come home to her. My beautiful angel, with the raven hair, brown eyes, and the most gorgeous face of all the creatures I've seen. My sweet, darling Melissa, sitting here alone. Wait for me no longer.

I am home.

I sit down, along side my beloved Melissa, my hand reaching out, into her lap, to hold her hand, through the woven blanket. Her hand meets mine, softly. And she's smiling, still. She knows I love her with all my being.

And I know she loves me.

We talk for a little while, about the day's events, however meager. Stifled as I am by her beauty, I stare into her eyes, as we start up a movie in the VCR. I'm too busy, looking at her to even know what movie it is.

She really is MY angel. My beautiful one.

And I feel her clutching to my hand as I sit here, next to her, my hand in hers. My legs stretching out, meeting the toy box I have as a coffee table. Her legs, kicking out, to rest on my thighs.

Her left hand reaches over, onto my legs, cupping my left hand, as I reach my right arm around her neck.

Her hands are soft. And her hair, softer. I can smell the shampoo she's used in her bath. It's light. A sort of fruit or flower combination, I think. It drives me nuts, and I don't know exactly why.

Maybe it's just the smell that is the scent of the woman I love. I'm not sure, and I'm not so much worried about that now.

We're comfy on the couch, watching the movie. Together, we are safe. Together, we are loved. Together, we are. And I am in love.

I've gotten up a couple times, kissing her cheek when I'd go to the kitchen for a beer. And I'd bring hers back, setting it down, open, on the table, just within reach of her light arm, as she sits here, beside the man in black, with his arm around her, on the couch. 

Her lover. Hers, through and through, I am.

The movie's dragged on long enough, and we are tired. Time for bed. And I need a shower.

I'm just getting out of the shower, drying my red and black hair, then my stocky framed body. I've already brushed my teeth. And I've just shaven, though, my five O'clock shadow, isn't what I've just shaven.

I slide my boxers on, green and black plaid, boxers. They are soft, and loose. My t-shirt is next, and I pull it on, quickly, so as not to make any extra time for my waiting lover, in bed.

The light is on in the bedroom. I walk in to see Melissa's face, nuzzling the sheer sheet barely on top of her. Her body is half-covered with the quilt my mother gave me, as she is cold, in the middle of the summer. 

It's July and the air conditioner is on. She's laying there, the floor fan blowing at her side of the bed, rustling the sheet over her five foot one inch body. She lay there, so beautifully, in her gown, her hair behind her, on my pillow.

Her beautiful hair is blowing ever so slightly, giving her an even more angelic appearance.

Melissa looks at me again, squinting those brown eyes, I am so touched by. My heart feels as though it is melting in the presence of such a wondrous creature. And my hand reaches down, stroking her hair.

I am home, with the one I love.

I am walking the couple steps back toward the door, turning off the lights in an almost graceful way.

There is light peeking into the room from the streetlights outside, penetrating the bedroom through the small holes in the blinds over the windows.

The bed is in the corner of the room. There are windows around the bed, on two full sides. And this is where I lay myself down, next to my love.

I creep across the bed, kneeling down next to Melissa's legs, trying not to disturb her petite, poetic frame.

I lay me down.

Melissa turns over, just long enough to allow me her hand. And I curl up to her, my legs entwining hers. My right hand, clutching hers. Clutching the hand of the woman in the powder blue gown lying on the bed next to me.

I raise her hair up, kissing her neck. Slowly, I reach my left arm above my shoulder, to rest below her head, under her pillow.

I can feel her heartbeat. I feel her breathing. I feel her legs, bending at the knees, from behind our blanket boundary.

My love is not cold now, but throws covers over my legs, so that I can feel her freshly shaven legs on mine, more coarse, hairy, natural. She throws it over me, to have me hold her closer, more secure.

We lay here for a while, me, kissing my Melissa's neck gently, as she grows almost restless. It is a Tuesday night. And she has nothing to do tomorrow morning. I'm happy that she's home. Happy that she's here with me.

I do miss her so, when she isn't with me. And I'm so happy that she's in bed, allowing me to join her, in her beautiful sleep. So warm and cozy with me, here, beside her angelic frame.

The sheer countenance of love. The purest of souls. The most beautiful of all the goddesses. My darling. My dearest Melissa. Too gorgeous for a man, so unholy as me.

I love her.

As we lay here, in the bed, my right hand, that was wrapped around her waist, has just recently been pulled under her left breast. Her nipples are growing firmer. I feel on my wrist and hand, through her gown. Soft cotton.

And I do love her breasts. Their size. So supple. And firm. And beautiful.

She's begun to squirm a bit again, as I hold her, breast in hand. Mouth on her neck, kissing and lapping gently, slowly.

Her right hand is now resting on my thigh. Holding my body near hers, as if she's afraid I'll roll away from her in the dimly lit room.

My hand, moving slowly, so as not to disturb her, I start sliding down, from her breasts, to her stomach.

Now, down her side, to her waist. Again, I do this with some grace, touching her right leg, as I make my way downward from her gorgeous pale body, covered with the thin light blue gown.

She grows more restless. Her hips and well-shaped ass backing into my groin. Almost rubbing my more unmentionable parts, as she rolls over a bit at a time, holding my right shoulder with her left hand.

She is so beautiful. So immaculate. So wondrous.

And she is mine.

More, I am hers.

Melissa lay there, in her gown, under the blankets on the bed, holding me closer to her. She is on her back now.

And I, beside her, staring in awe at the goddess I see in the pale streetlight. My boxers are getting somewhat tighter now, and I can feel her hips grinding against me. 

My left hand, now, behind her head, my right, touching her inner thighs firmly. My mouth, kissing hers. She anticipates.

My beautiful one is awaiting.

"Shall I continue?"



My List



This time of year, I have a lot of lists on my mind. Everyone has their Christmas Wish Lists. Hell, even Santa has a list, two columns, naughty and nice. I personally think there should be a third, nice when naughty, but I digress. I have decided to put together my own little list. Things I want for Christmas, or before Christmas, and, well, after Christmas, there really is no time limit on my list. Bear in mind, they really aren't in any particular order or relevance. You could pick and choose from the list and I'd be more than satisfied.

1. I want to wrap my hand around your dick, and feel the strength there, the warmth, the hard length of you. I want to wrap my hands around you, and be amazed as always at how small you make my hands feel. I want to feel the evidence of your arousal, and know that I did that, that it is because of me that you are that hard.

2. I want you to cum all over me, across my face, my mouth, down my neck, and across my titties. I want to feel that sticky, wet mess all over. I want you to cover me in it. Across my ass would also be fun, but maybe that should be another number?

3. I want your dick in my pussy. I want you to tell me again how tight and wet it is. How good it feels to slide in and out of me. I want to be fucked so hard that I scream through more orgasms than I can count. I want to be so full of your dick that I cum just from having you inside of me.

4. I want your dick in my ass. I want you to fuck my ass hard and fast. I want to feel you inside my tight ass. And, yes, I have grown to enjoy it more than I ever thought I would. 

5. I want your mouth on my creases. I want to feel you nibble your way along them. I want to feel your tongue trace the indentation from side to side. 

6. I want to climb onto your lap, and guide your dick into my pussy and then ride you hard until I'm too tired to hold my body upright any longer. 

7. I want to hear your voice in my ear, telling me how you want me, how it feels to fuck me. Tell me how, when and where you want to fuck me next. Tell me... hell, tell me anything.

8. I want to show you the new red lace crotchless panties I just bought, and show you just how easy-access I can be.

9. I want to be fucked out of control. I want to be moved, controlled, pressed hard against a wall, or pushed down into the mattress and held there. I want you to fuck me hard, and make me beg to cum.

10. I want you to provide instructions, detailed instructions, on what you'd like me to do to you, how I can please you, while you keep your hands to yourself until I've teased you 'till you can't take anymore. I want you to tell me what you want me to do, where you want me to move, where you want my mouth, my ass, my pussy. 

I figure that's a good place to start. A top ten of sorts, although, I could probably keep going. I can think of a lot of things I want. 

I also figure this probably puts me squarely on Santa's naughty list, but, if you help me work on MY list, I probably won't care much about Santa and his list. 

And now, to let you know how just thinking about this list this morning has affected me, in case I haven't already expressed it to you, I am so wet I've soaked my thong (a cute little pink one that I also bought this weekend, nothing necessarily special about it, until I start thinking about your tongue following the thin strip of fabric down the crack of my ass, hmm, I think that could be my number 11). I have soaked through my thong, into my pants. 

I can touch myself, rub my clit through all these layers of clothing, and still soak my fingers. Even now, as I lean my chair back, brace my feet and rub my clit faster and faster, I think of what your reaction will be to my entire list. I wonder if your dick is still hard, and ready for me to start my way down the list. Are you still hard, can I wrap my fingers around your dick and feel the pulse of blood through the thick length? Will you tell me how hard I made you, just giving you a preview of my list? 

Maybe you'll have ideas for the rest of my list, things that I don't even know I want yet, ways you could make me scream through or beg for an orgasm. I am hoping that you have enjoyed this start to my list enough to help me work on a few of them, or all of them.



My Little Adventure



Let me start by saying that I have been crossdressing for over 20 years and I didn't really feel like a lady until just last week. I should rewind about 3 weeks so that I can explain what happened leading up to my little adventure.

I frequently shop at several local lingerie stores and adult boutiques. Three weeks ago I went into one of my favorites. A nice little lingerie/adult novelty store named Pricillas, which has several locations in Michigan. I have gotten to know the store manager; a lovely lady named Sherri Steiner. I have bought tons of outfits from her over the last couple of years and I am one of her best customers. She is always pleasant and very helpful. Not only does she not have a problem with me trying on outfits, most of the time she actually helps me pick out outfits that would look good on me and even gives me a female opinion of the ones that I try on. I have shopped there both in male clothing and in drag.

One day Sherri out of the blue, asked me if I have ever dated a guy while dressed in femine clothing. I told her that I hadn't but that I had thought about what it would be like to be with a man while dressed as a woman. I have often wondered what it would feel like to be treated as a lady for an entire evening. She smiled and asked if I ever had a 3-some. I told her "no" and she smiled widened. She asked if I would be interested in having a 3-some with her and her boyfriend Joe. I was floored at her bluntness. She confided that Joe has been begging her to bring another girl into the bedroom. Sherri said that she was afraid to because she was afraid that she would lose Joe to the other girl if she pleased him more. She spilled her guts to me as I stood there listening. I couldn't believe my ears. She was actually worried about losing her man to another woman so she wanted a crossdresser like me to pose as a woman and help her fulfill his (and hers too) fantasy. I couldn't believe that such a gorgeous lady could possibly lose any man that she desired.

I told her that I would think about it and let her know soon. I did have one condition; I wanted to see a photo of her boyfriend, Joe naked so that I could see if I found him attractive and what he had to offer. She agreed to take the photo as long as she could take one of me dressed in drag to show Joe. I agreed and we agreed to meet the following week. 

I showed up half expecting her to say that she was joking, until she handed me the photo with Joe naked and much to my surprise, Sherri standing next to him naked also hold his nice erect cock. She asked me what I thought and all I could say was "Yes" She smiled and asked me to stand by the wall so that she could take my picture for Joe. I decided to be alittle naughty and remove my blouse and raise my skirt just enough to show my ass cheek as I looked over my shoulder in a seductive pose. Sherri snapped the pic and said that Joe would love it. She asked me to call her the next day and she what Joe thought of the photo and if he agreed to continue.

I called her the next afternoon and she was so excited that she could hardly concentrate on work. We agreed to meet at a motel on the outskirts of town in two weeks. I told her that I needed to find something special to wear for the occasion and she said that she had the perfect outfit and not to worry. She wouldn't tell me what outfit that she had in mind and I tried everything I could think of to pry it out of her. I used a last ditch effort by saying that I would need to try it on beforehand to make sure that it would fit. She laughed and said that by now she knew my size and body almost as well as I did. (This was true) I was on pins and needles for the entire two weeks.

On the morning of the big day I received a call from Sherri telling me that she would be over shortly to help me to prepare for the big evening. I waited for what seem like hours for her to show up. When she arrived she was carrying several large bags. I let her in and we ran to my master bedroom to prepare. She told me to run a bath and to shave extra close for a wild night of fun. I jumped into the bath and soaked for awhile before shaving and rinsing off. Before I was finished in the bath Sherri came in and asked me how far I wanted to take it this evening. I said as far as it goes. She smiled and handed me an enema bag and a scented douche. 

I filled the enema bag with warm water and started the process of cleaning myself out followed by the scented douche. Once I was finished I walked into the bedroom completely naked and as smooth as a baby's backside. Sherri just smiled, as this was the first time that she had actually seen me naked. She had laid out on the bed a beautiful black leather corset with a matching leather panty. There were also black sheer nylons as well as a leather garterbelt. She also had a black leather mini skirt and white blouse. This was topped by a leather vest. I almost came right then. Sherri helped me into the corset followed by the garterbelt and nylons. When she went to pull the panties into position, that's when we had a real problem. My raging erection was not willing to be concealed. First we tried cold water but that didn't work. Sherri finally dropped to her knees and started sucking me to my first orgasm of the day. Once the swelling went down she pulled my cock back between my cheeks and pulled the panties into place. She finished helping me get ready before applying my make-up and wig. When I stood on the 5" black stilettos I was now well over 6 feet tall. I looked into the mirror and didn't even recognize myself. I was totally hot!!! Sherri got herself ready and we were off to meet her boyfriend Joe for drinks.

We drank and danced for several hours before we ventured to the motel. Once in the room Sherri was all over me. Kissing me, fondling me and totally arousing me in every way. Joe sat back and watched for a minute before he undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. That told us girls that it was now his turn for the attention. Sherri led me over to where Joe was now standing with his beautiful manhood hanging. Sherri told me to go ahead that she wanted to watch me pleasure her man first. I slowly reached out and grasped his semi-hard erection. I could feel its warmth and could feel his pulse beating through his cock. I stroked in for a moment before slowly leaning forward and letting its head pass between my lips. I swirled my tongue around its head a couple of times before I released it from my mouth and began bathing his cock with my tongue and saliva. He moaned with every pass and swirl of my tongue. Once I was satisfied that he was sufficiently bathed I once again took the now purple head back into my mouth and started sucking on it. 

Before long I had managed to swallow half of his six inches before it started hitting the back of my throat. I stopped long enough to relax and start breathing entirely through my nose. I continued my journey down his erection with a certain goal in mind. I wanted it all and I was determined to make it happen. I was in ecstasy when I felt his pubic hairs tickling my nose and my tongue touched his balls again. I looked up into his face and smiled at him. Not that he noticed with his eyes closed. I slowly started my way back up to the head again before plunging back down again. Seconds later I could feel his hands grab the sides of my wig and start forcing my mouth back down again and again. I was soon slurping at a fevered pace as I felt his cock start to pulse and swell even more. He announced that he was about to cum and I increased my attention until I received what I had been waiting for. 

He started spurting into my mouth and it felt like a dam had broken as wave after wave of cum hit the back of my throat. I tried my best to swallow it all but some did dribble out of my mouth and down my chin. Not bad for my first time. I continued sucking and licking his cock until it finally returned to its depleted size. I once again looked up at him and this time he smiled back. I was now in heaven and TOTALLY hooked on sucking cock. 

Sherri walked over and planted a kiss on my lips and announced that it was her turn while Joe recovered. She was now all but naked and lay on the bed. She quickly spread her legs and invited me to eat her pussy. I gladly dove into her wet snatch. I ate her pussy for all I was worth. She had several small orgasms before she had me move into the 69 position where she pulled my now once again erect cock out and started sucking it out of Joe's line of sight. I couldn't hold out very long before I was filling her mouth again with my second load of the day. That triggered the most intense orgasm that I have ever seen a woman have. She squirted or should I say sprayed her juices into my mouth almost as strongly as Joe's orgasm had.

More to Cum…



My Little Angel



THE RIDE HOME

“Its like so unfair that they are having this quiz tomorrow.”

She threw herself into the car and settled into her seat with a harrumph as I sped away, lifting her backpack over her shoulder she let it drop into the back seat.

“Julie told me that its just because JB heard that we’re doin email circles for answers to tests.”

She leaned back, and turned herself toward me.

I just said, “Lift your top.”

She looked down at herself and began to pull her tight little angora sweater out from her skirt and roll it up above her tits, continuing her story as she did, “And by having a surprise test TOMORROW he thinks he can beat the circle. I don’t think he knows what email is.”

My hand was stroking her bare tummy now and then rising up tracing a line across her perfect full breasts, the nipples just little puffs of rose colored flesh. 

“Are you doing email circles?”

“Hell yeah!”

“Don’t swear.”

“Sorry. Anyway it just sucks.” She fell back into the seat, angling herself toward me with her back to the seat, her top up over her breasts. She was fully exposed from her waist to near her shoulders, the fabric stretched taut in a little line across her collar bone. "Hmmm," she was smiling, “This is relaxing.”

“Pull your top a little lower, its up to high.” I was looking at the other drivers passing us.

She pulled her sweater lower over her breasts and over my hands, looking at me and smiling her sly grin. "Better?"

I could smell the strawberry of her lip gloss. I was pressing her nipples and feeling them tighten as my fingers brushed over their tip, forming these tight little nubs.

“Perfect. . . Where did you take your bra off?”

“In the girls bathroom. Just before end of class. It was pretty obvious today dad, I could have got caught.”  

I smiled, “Obvious?”

“With this top,” She pulled my hand away and pressed her breast into the sweater, you could see her nipple perfectly formed beneath the fabric. “You can tell I got nothin underneath.”

We continued driving, I was laughing, said nothing. 

“You done yet?”

I took my hand away and held the steering wheel again with both hands, eyes on the road. 

She pulled her top back down around herself, zipping the side of her skirt open and pulling it lower. I could see her white panties pulling down wrapping around her hip, tugging a little lower as she tucked the tight knit top back in.

My little angel took a conspiratorial tone, “You shouldn’t be doin that you know. I let you cause . . . I don’t know.”

“You like it don’t you?”

“Yeah. Guess so.” She was staring out the window as she said it.

Her skirt was still unzipped and all her moving around had it jostled up now over her thighs. I was staring at her legs. She glanced at me.

I gestured to her lap, “You want me to make you cum?”

"We're almost home."

"I can drive around."

“Not yet,” as she zipped, tugged and smoothed the fabric back over her body. 

"I got homework."

*****

POST IT NOTE

Dinner was a quiet affair, it always was. My wife was a stern woman, and had gradually accentuated every characteristic I loathed over twenty five years of marriage.

“You have a nice day dear?"

"Yes, fine. I washed the car, but now I hear its going to rain again. Always the way."

At that moment a yellow slip of paper was set on my leg, I could feel the pressure of her little hand.

My little angel had pressed a post it note on my leg! It was stuck there as I looked down. It was so cute, I could just make out her curly handwriting.

I was trying to read it, though without my wife noticing.

Angel was sitting there eyeing me, smiling a little when I caught her eye. She thought it was funny.

"Is something wrong?" Elaine was not plussed with our antics. 

The slip was still stuck to my leg and I could not make out the lettering. 

"Oh, I dropped something and . . ."

Angel was laughing.

"You think that’s funny do you?"

"No ma’am."

"Young ladies behave at the table."

“Yes ma’am.”

"She saw me drop it. It WAS kind of funny. It’s sticking to my shoe."

I took the napkin from the table and brought it down, picking the note from my leg and then bending lower as if wiping something. 

"I’ll take it to the kitchen."

When I left the room, I quickly took the little yellow note.

CAN I BJ U :)

Impossible! I felt myself go red, my cock stiffen. She picked the most inopportune. . .

As I sat back down I caught her eye again. She was staring at me, I could see the lightest blush of her cheek. I Nodded.

"Did you get everything," my wife eyeing us, trying to figure out what was going on.

She had no idea.

*******

TEASE

I went to her room later that evening to find out what she had in mind.

She was sitting at her computer terminal as usual, feet up on the desk wearing her gray sweats, loosely tied around her hips with a red cord, and an old worn T shirt hanging loose around her neck that made for her night clothes. I knew she wore nothing underneath.

Her back was to me and I stealthily stepped right behind her.

"Hi."

She jumped. "Oh, god!" Her eyes were wide as she held onto the desk to keep from falling back in her chair. "I hate when you do that." She stared back at me. 

I was looking over her shoulder, the computer screen glowing in front of her, some sort of chat link going on. I wasn't staring at the screen.

"Excuuuuuse me. This is private." 

She was holding her hands up now covering the computers glow.

"I wanted to find out about . . ."

"Ohhhhh." She gave me this sideways glance, big smile. "That was sooo funny. You had an *erection* you know?" She clapped her hand to her mouth.

"When do you . . .you know?"

"Mmmm, I don't know. But it has to be later, cause I have so much homework to do. Plus! Now JB is going to make us check our cell phones at the door. Somehow now he found out some people are using their phones for answers, and that test is tomorrow and . . . So. . I'll let you . . . Hey!"

As she spoke I had let my hand slowly reach inside the collar of her T shirt and began to fumble once more for her breasts. The soft small swells, pressing into them curling my fingers and cupping them with my hand, and down to her tummy touching the edge of her sweats. Soft, warm.

She was gripping my arm, but more for show, as she let my hand press further - lower, lower - until my fingers were laying across her abdomen inside her sweats. She left my arm where it was.

"Just wait will ya . . . I could have you arrested." Innocently blinking her eyes at me, my fingers just grazing the soft hairs of her puss.

She liked saying that. I took my hand out of her top and stroked her long black hair falling around her shoulders with my fingers. 

She took my hand in hers, crinkling her nose at me, "See ya Later. Ha!"

I whispered, "Love You."

She just said, "Yeah."

*******

BJ

But I did not see her later. Not for the rest of the evening. She had closed her door after I walked out. She was just playing games with me, making fun of me. This had been one of the first times I had gotten a little note like that, albeit at a pretty odd moment. But still . . .

I got ready for bed, putting on a light pair of boxers, crawling into bed next to Elaine who had put in one and one-half hours before. I had waited up, waited and waited; it would have been perfect. I turned the lights out, laying quietly moderately depressed and drifted off to sleep. 

. . .

I woke to a soft tug from beneath the covers of my bed, and upon opening my eyes saw 2:00 in red digital lettering.

The feeling was unmistakable! Small hands were tugging at my briefs. My little angels hands!! I roused quickly and simply lifted my hip up off the mattress slowly/carefully as I rolled outward to the edge of the bed. As my hip lifted I felt my boxers slide lower in the darkness, lower and lower! She was pulling them down around my ankles, off my feet. I was laying naked.

I reached my hand out into the darkness until I felt a small little figure tucked under the covers at the side of my bed, and slowly softly caressed down her shoulders, pulling her little T shirt up so that I could rub her bare back. She pressed into my hand.

I next lifted the cover lightly and poked my head beneath, and felt lower until I again felt the soft long hairs draping out on the mattress I had stroked that evening.

She wrapped her fingers around my hard cock and held the tip to her mouth, when next I felt the amazing pressure of her closing around my cock, just the head at first as she sucked hard on my cock head, then biting me lightly. I reached lower and swatted her. She thought that biting my cock was funny.

I moved myself quietly, slowly right up to the edge of the bed looking back at Elaine who moved not a muscle.

My Angel began to slide her mouth along my length from the side in a slow motion, licking up one side and the other, and then turning her mouth back onto the tip she pressed me into her mouth closing around my cock again. She was bobbing her head up and down on my cock, gradually increasing her pace and taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth as she kneeled by the side of the bed. 

God she was good at blow jobs. I began to reach lower down the side of the bed and finding her bottoms slid my hand into her loose sweats which were just hanging on her hips and in between her legs. She shifted herself toward me on her knees, opening her legs so that I could slide my hand down her abdomen, below her little belly button and finding in the darkness the soft hairs of her pussy.

It was almost as if she had shaved, the hairs of her cunny were so thin and soft, it was like rubbing bare skin. I heard the softest moan from under the covers as she felt me brushing her there. My fingers slipping into the folds of her flesh. Her inner cunny lips swelling so large from inside when she was aroused, and I could feel them hanging down wet between her legs and I began to make an upward stroke on her clit, drawing the wetness from her vagina up through her center and creaming her clit in little circles with her cum as she continued to suck my cock, rising and falling along its whole length. 

I began to undulate my hips, fucking into her mouth as she swayed her hips forward and back guiding my fingers as they slid between her legs.

The room stayed perfectly silent, with momentary freezes in everything we were doing any time my wife appeared to shift position, or move. We would lay frozen! My cock halfway in her mouth and my fingers buried inside her cunt, unmoving. We would sit like that for a few seconds before resuming slowly. 

Her hips began to grind down hard on my hand and I pressed and rubbed her roughly pulling her open and digging into her with two fingers, cupping her pussy in my hand as I stroked my fingers in and out until I could hear her whimpering beneath the covers and then shivering, her legs trembling on her knees and then straightening out so she was extending from the bed and arching her back grinding into me before falling once more onto the floor. I could feel her body relax, as she continued to pump on my cock and tightening her lips around me, grazing me with her teeth. I could feel the cum rising from inside, I held her head on me and began to move her faster and faster, deeper and deeper on my cock until I was spraying into her.

She held her mouth on my cock as long as she could, drinking me in as fast as I sprayed, but she could never take me all in. I tried to hold her onto myself but could feel her pushing herself away from me, as I continued to spray cum straight out beneath the covers. I knew I was spraying her face and hair. I laughed as I heard this little whispered, “ewww.”

She kept her head under the covers remaining still as I lay there spent, and then these little fingers laying on my cock again stroking me, feeling the softness, and I could tell she was scooping the cum off of herself and wiping it on the sheets.

Then, rising up from under the covers I could see a pair of dark eyes staring at me.

"I told you," she whispered. 

And she kissed me soft full on the mouth teasing me a little with her tongue. I cupped my hand around her neck and returned the kiss, her mouth opening to me letting me trace a line on her teeth, softly tonguing one another. 

"Night daddy."

******

INVITATION

Next morning we were looking at each other with wicked grins. 

Her lips looked so red this morning and just looking at her I could feel what those lips had felt like wrapped around my cock. I could still smell her on my fingers.

"Do you need a ride to school today sweet?" I asked.

“That would be great daddy, yeah thanks,” she chirrupped.

In the car I wanted to stroke my little girl, but she was busy.

“Not now.” She shook me away, holding a sheaf of papers in her lap. “I got to study.”

I respected that. We drove for awhile and then she put her papers away.

“Daddy, the father daughter dance is like next week. Next Thursday. Should we go?”

“Yeah. Why shouldn't we? That would be great.”

“I don't know. . . Can you control yourself?” 

She had a coy little smile. “Can you keep your hands off me?” eyes twinkling.

“I'll do my best . . . It’s hard though.”

She loved how I lusted after her, how I looked at her. She shook her dark hair out of her eyes, blinking at me, a light crimson glow. God her lips were red today.

“Well anyway. It's NEXT Thursday and I think I need a new outfit. Something that would be . . . A NICE new outfit. Huh, can I?”

“Sure Angel, I want you to look good. I can rent a tux.”

“Sexy too. I want to look sexy.” She lay her head on my shoulder.

“You already do. You always do.”

She brushed her hair back again. “I feel sooo good today!”

“So do I.”

“Bet I know why.” I caught her sideways glance.

“You probably do.”

“Anyway, so I need some money. Like at least $200.”

I was looking at her in her little dress and white shirt leaning forward and holding out her hands like she was going to get it right there.

“$200! That's an awful lot for one dress you'll grow out of in six months.”

“I'm not that young anymore, I’m 18! I graduate this year. Besides, it's for US,” and she leaned toward me and kissed my cheek. I turned my head to find her mouth. She kissed me lightly and we briefly touched tongues.

“Daddy!” Her eyes were big. “Someone might see us. We are almost to the school.”

“Are you wearing panties today?”

“I might be.” She was rubbing her knees together.

“Let me see.”

She bit her lower lip and settled back, scrunching lower beneath the window as she slid her hips to the edge of the seat causing her skirt to ride higher. We were no more than three blocks from the school.

Then, she grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it higher, higher. . .

. . . and up over her tummy, looking at me.

"Ha!"

The sun was shining in the window illuminating the most perfect bare little pussy. Short hairs at the very bottom rising up from between her white legs, the little pout rising from her abdomen her little pussy mound. She had her skirt lifted above her navel.  That place I had ravished. I could feel my breath catch in my throat as I stared between her legs. 

There was a little scratch at the top. She touched it, “You did that to me.”

“You shouldn't be . . . going to school without . . . panties young lady.” I attempted to chastise, but could barely get the words out.

“I know.” She dropped her skirt back down. 

“But I'm kind of sore down there.”

******

MISSED OPPORTUNITIES



“Do you need a ride today kitten?”

“Nope.”

“Why not.”

“Cause today I took one of my personal days. I can just relax the whole day. I don’t even know why I got out of bed.” She was swaying in front of me standing on one foot then the other.

The school allowed two personal days per year which could be chosen anytime by the student.

“Thought maybe YOU were going to stay home today.” She was looking up at me.

“You never told me about that. I could have. . .”

“Yes I did! You signed the paper. I gave it to you, uhhhgh, the blue one.”

I had. I had forgotten it was today. My dream was to get the day off. To spend an entire day at home with my Angel.

“I wanted to get my dress today. Can I have $200.” She was holding her hand out to me again. Jumping on her feet. Hopping up and down, this little bird, flitting on one side of me and then the other.

“Pleeaase! Today is sooooo perfect.”

I heard myself say, “I wanted to go shopping with you.” Was I pouting?

“Well, you snoozed you losed. It’s in three days! I got to . . .Daddeeee. I got to.”

I reached into my wallet.

She ran up to me, kissed my cheek.

I handed her two crisp one hundred dollar bills, and then pulled out a fifty and handed it to her.

“There. There’s Two Hundred FIFTY dollars.”

“Oh daddy! I know you’ll like it!” 

And she hugged me again, looking over my shoulder, “Where’s mom?”

“Upstairs. . .”

She leaned in and pressed her whole body to me, kissing me softly melting into my frame, lifting herself up on tippy toes. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my mouth into her, yielding open lips.

She stepped back, cheeks mottled, “Whew! Thanks.” She was clutching the money.  “It’ll be worth it. Promise. Bye daddy,” and she ran up the stairs two steps at a time.

I said, “Have fun today.” 





******

SURPRISES . . .

About two in the afternoon my secretary called in to me. “Your daughter is here.”

“Pardon?”

“Your daughter to see you.”

“Send her in.”

My little angel glided in through the office, silent at the open door. She had on a flowery little skirt with pleats and a white half top. She always looked so small in these kinds of settings. She stood at the doorway, a timid quiet “Hi.” So different than at home.

I looked at her.

“Am I bothering you?”

“No. No. I wasn’t . . .expecting. . . “

She stepped in and closed the door.

“Surprise! . . . I was wondering if . . . you can say no.”

“Yes.”

“Wouldn’t it be great if you could go shopping WITH me?”

Her eyes were wide, a big grin on her face. “Pleeaase!!”

“I’m at work, I can’t just. . .”

She was standing right at the edge of my desk drawing her finger along the smooth wood, picking up my stapler and setting it back down, frowning.

“But wouldn’t it be so much fun! Come on.”

“AND look at this. . .” 

And without any pretense or warning she lifted her skirt straight up as I sat at my desk, standing directly before me, showing me a pair of utterly transparent panties dipping low beneath her belly button. Just a little pink flower was stitched in above her pussy mound. 

She was still holding her skirt up, biting her lip and swinging herself back and forth, “See!”

“And I have a matching bra. Come with me.”

I pushed the button on my phone. “Uh, I have to go out this afternoon for a little while. I need to bring my daughter to the doctor. She’s not feeling well.”

My little angel dropped her dress and ran around to my chair, laughing.

“Ok, I’ll cancel 3:00 then.”

“Fine.”

As I finished on the phone, this soft little bird was flitting all around me. “I wanted a man’s opinion and . . .” she was saying in the background. She was taking my hand which was still gripping the phone.

“Shhh, now act sick as we walk out of here.”

***********

. . . AND TEST RUNS

I let her pick her favorite shop at her favorite mall, and she was going through and selecting armfuls of dresses. I was at her beck and call.

“Oh, I like them all! I need to try them on.”

I sat down watching her. She was so excited.

She passed between the changing room to where I was sitting, twirling and spinning each new selection, showing me her various choices. Me nodding my head, agreeing or pointing some little thing out. She had a definite preference for open back dresses, and also for loose skirts (she always liked those and so did I), and also for the thinnest and lightest materials. 




My Little Angel



There was a black dress that she had in her arms that I knew I would like, it was so thin and light, and loose, low cut, low down her back. It really looked beautiful. She would be stunning in it.

I was looking into the changing area. The area had gone quiet, the help had taken merchandise to the stores front, when she poked her head from one of the doors, and catching my eye motioned for me to come over to her. 

I rose and walked into the hall of the changing rooms.

“Get in here," and she took my hand and pulled me inside the little dressing room. Locked the door.

“Can we do this?”

“Just be quiet. I’m tired of running in and out. . . I want privacy.”

The rooms were large and had mirrors on three walls. There was even a little chair in the corner for me. I sat there and watched as my little girl silently lifted the dress she had modeled just previous up over her head and stood suddenly before me wearing only that transparent pair of panties. Her back was to me, her thin waist flaring to narrow hips, still a little girls hips, and I could see the perfect little crack of her ass. She was tugging her panties at the hip, pulling them up.

“Where is your bra?”

She turned to me, all business, "Over there, it’s cause the dresses. You can’t wear it, the backs are low," she said matter of fact. 

She was standing so naturally in front of me, her pert breasts falling so perfectly down her front, little tear drops clinging to her. The mirrors gave me ample views of her, there were ten of her, along with twenty swelling breasts and each bearing those lovely little nipples. Her flat tummy, the frame of hips, her long legs to bare feet. I was surrounded by her.

She was giggling reaching for the dress. “This is so much fun!” And she began to take the black little dress off the hook, standing before me holding the dress out across her arm, her feet barely touching the floor. 

I was not thinking about anything else but that I had my little girl in front of me, her little body in completely transparent panties, standing ‘nude’ before me. I reached out and touched the dress fabric as she held it out. Her eyes staring down at me, like pure erotic energy in the room. How could I resist? 

“I’m going to try it on now.”

I reached out my hand, "Come here." 

I took her hand and she walked up in front of me, all smiles. 

I wrapped my arms around her butt, and nuzzled my face into her tummy right at her navel. "Mmm, you smell nice. Cherries?"

"My lip gloss. You just wait! Here." And she jumped back away from me. Her breasts bouncing away from me.

She slipped on the black little dress in one movement, smoothing it to her thin frame. It hugged her hips perfectly, fell down the small of her back. I could just see the line of her panties at the bottom of the low cut back. 

She was looking in the mirror frowning. “Guess I can’t wear any panties either.”

She turned to me, “Well?” facing me with the thin fabric hanging off her frame, holding her arms out, soft shoulders in the back, then a light twirl around and facing me again.

"It does feel good." She cooed.

"It really looks great sweet. I like that one. I think that’s the one."

She came over and leaned down so her breasts were dangling in front of me like fruit, the fabric of the dress dropping down giving me a perfect view down her front. 

“Mmmm, Bet you like that!” She teased.

She kissed me soft on the lips. I was randomly reaching out my hands as she kissed me, holding her thighs and rubbing up to her hips beneath the hem of the dress, then settling my fingers nicely between her legs. She was parting her legs now, giving me full access and without acknowledging my intrusion said, "Do you like the way this one looks on me?"

My mind was muddled, I barely heard her in fact as I cupped her puss in my hand. It was soaking wet through the fabric, she took in some deep breaths, pressed her puss into my hand. I drew a small circle over her clit.

"Mmm, it is so sexy.” She was staring in the mirror. You could see my hands up her dress, the fabric moving with my hand, her hips undulating in a fucking motion. 

“You think so. Am I sexy?" she asked again.

I just said, "Mmmmm, yes."

In a moment of play, she turned and jumped into my lap facing me so that my cock pushed right up against her bottom through my pants, and she began pulling the dress out from under her so it draped all around my lap, leaving her naked panty clad bottom rubbing directly against me, wriggling her hips down on me. 

So here she sat in the sheerest pair of panties, the dress draped around my lap and she tilted her head to me, fluttered her lashes. We were eye to eye, her mouth inches from mine.

Her breath was warm cherry when she spoke, "Lets give this little dress a test run.” She looked down between her legs. “Mmm, there's something there. That for me?" 

"Maybe," I answered, my arms wrapped around her.

She giggled and moved on my lap, wrinkling her nose at me and leaning in to kiss me soft on the mouth. Each kiss was making me hungrier and hungrier. She had kept kissing me like this all afternoon. I held her close and we began kissing again, she loved to kiss. 

I was involuntarily pressing my hips up into her, rocking myself against her, could feel the center of her pussy open around my cock, sliding against her. We were looking at ourselves in the mirror, the vision of her bobbing up and down on me. It looked like we were fucking. The vision was not lost on her and she looked back into my eyes.

I reached down and unzipped my pants, pulling my cock out for her to see poking up through the fabric of her dress.

“Careful,” she said licking her lips. "Don't make a mess."

She shifted back slightly pulling the dress back up over the top of my cock and then settling her panty clad puss back down into my lap, and sliding herself right back where she was before. There was only the transparent fabric of her panties between us. I could feel her wet little puss on the head of my cock, and that wonderful feeling of pressure pressing down on my cockhead. She moved her hips in a forward and back motion as she wrapped her arms around my neck and began kissing me again. 

“Mmmm, Perfect,” she said. 

Between us we had so wetted the fabric that I slid freely between her legs. She put her mouth right at my ear, " I guess you should get some reward for helping me do all this boring shopping."

I couldn't even talk, could feel my cum rising, I wanted to cum IN her. I grabbed her hips and started guiding her back and forth on my lap. She was sensing my urgency. 

I was panting, "Do you know what you're doing to me?” I was trembling. I had never felt so hungry. I couldn’t help myself. I said, “God I want to *fuck* you," I breathed as I looked up into her eyes. 

I could tell her clit was pressing against me, and she was sliding against me keeping pace with my own movements. Sliding faster and faster, she was letting herself go. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing hard, her breath catching. She was biting her lower lip, pouting falling against me. 

“Oh, we can’t here. We just can’t daddy.” But she didn’t move.  “Oh, feels so . . . good.” 

She was whimpering, closing her eyes and I could feel her willing herself to stop moving. “You can’t cum. You can’t! It’ll get all over the dress.” She managed to stop rocking, I continued to hold her to myself.

“I could cum inside you.”

Her eyes got big. She paused, began pushing herself away from me, “It wouldn’t stay there. It’d be a big mess. Daddeeee.  Nooo.” She was pleading now. “Not here not now,” and she was starting to slide away as I let her go, standing once again before me the dress falling down around her.

I was reaching with my hand back beneath her and pulled the crotch of her panties away from her and slid my hand into her cunny, running my fingers along her slit. She was arching her back away from me but staying in my reach. 

She was saying, “We can do lots of stuff!  Later. But . . .mmm,” I felt her press her puss into my hand. 

She wasn’t moving away yet, turning her head from side to side, letting her hair fall forward grinding her puss into her hand. She reached back under her dress and tugged at her panties until they had fallen around her ankles. She stepped out of them, kicked them against the wall.

Then throwing her hair back and looking me in the eye, hunger in her dark eyes, she said, “Make me cum.”

“Sweet. I want to fuck you.”

“Here? It’s not . . .” She looked around. There were ten of us standing in the mirrors. She was looking at the door you could see the wheels spinning in her head. 

“The dress. . . I want the dress to look nice. You like how my pussy feels inside the dress? You like my pussy? Say it." And she was grinding herself down hard on me now, my fingers were pressing deep into her, she was rising and falling on my fingers. I was finger fucking her.

"I love, your pussy. I want . . . your pussy." I never stopped fingering her. I was in agony. I couldn’t stop.

And she began trembling, a deep growl began rising from her, “Ohhhh, Uhhhh, Oh my god.” She was crying out. Plaintive. “Ah, Ah.” in short breaths. Not quiet either. Her knees were beginning to buckle and she fell against me holding herself up by my shoulders. “I’m cumming. You’re making me cum.”

And she was shuddering on me, falling against me. Her hair was fallen in front of her eyes, this glazed look down at me, her mouth open whimpering. “Oh my God. So good.” 

Arching her back she looked up at the ceiling and jerking her hips away from me, and then she relaxed. The trembling giving way to deep breaths. “Whheew.” She was pulling her hair out of her mouth, brushing it out of her eyes.

As she stopped moving, my hand was still stroking between her leg, and she began to back away again out of my reach, “Ah, Too sensitive.”

She added in a quiet whisper, "You really want to fuck this?” Pointing between her legs through the dress.  “Huh. You SAID that! Fuck me?"

I stammered, "Yes, oh fuck, yes." She loved that word. I was stroking my cock in front of her. She was watching my hand rising and falling gripping my length, my cockhead was blue. I was in agony.

“. . not, not here. Not here. This isn’t . . .Please! You promised.”

I had.

It was my long standing promise. We fooled around but I didn’t fuck her. I couldn’t believe I had said it.

She looked at me and at my cock as she pulled the dress back off herself. I could not believe I was sitting there, my cock poking out from my pants. Seeing her completely naked again made me ache for her in a way I never had. I was simply sitting forlorn in my chair groaning. She was smiling as she continued to get ready. 

“What are you doing to me?”

She just said, “Shopping.”

And I watched her throw her bra AND panties in her purse, and then slip back into her skirt, pull the half top back on, slip into her shoes as I began to pull my pants back around myself, but not closing the zipper. I was still stroking myself. I needed to cum. She was smiling the whole time, wiggling her hips at me, arching her back. 

She loved this.

“I can’t help it if you can’t resist me. You bad boy! Now get dressed. We have to go!” 

She took the black dress again draping it over her arm as I was tucking myself back in. My cock forming a pole up my front. 

She was pouting when she held the price tag as we snuck out of the dressing room.  “Oh, oh. This one is $450.00.”

I looked at her blinking. “That’s fine. Lets get out of here.”

She took my hand, pulling me to the cash register. I was beet red, following her closely trying to hide from the staring eyes. This old man who had so obviously been in the dressing room with this little eighteen year old. As I paid, the clerk was staring at me. 

My little angel for her part was all confidence.

"I want this one!”

*******

READY

The father daughter dance was tonight. She was upstairs putting on her little black dress. THE little black dress. It had formed an icon in my brain.

A test run of that dress, is that what she called it. What a test run! I could not get any of that day out of my mind. Not a single moment. Not the sights, or smells, tastes, the pressure on my lap - I could still feel it. I could see her slipping into my office, her hands lifting the dress and seeing the black hairs pressed flat against her open legs beneath those panties. Not her breasts hanging before me inside that black little dress, not the feel of her thighs as I stroked her, her sliding on my lap kissing me. The rise and fall of her body in the mirrors all around us that day. I had been in a heat all week. My erection never went down. My little angel for her part was keeping her distance, watching me, smiling, enjoying the agony she had put me in.

And her banter about what fun we would have. It was Tonight!

I went and rented a black tux, cut my hair, bathed, and fixed myself up as I hadn’t done in years. Years and years and years. And now I was sitting on the couch waiting for my little girl, eyes closed seeing her in my minds eye. She was running late, the house was silent.

When suddenly she leapt on me on the couch, straddling her legs around each side of me and setting herself down into my lap. I started, my eyes opening to these dark eyes right before me, her big grin, looking at the dress spread out again on my lap. I went instantly hard. I knew she could feel it.

“You scared me.”

My hands reached around her waist and I pulled her to me.

“Remember this!” and she pushed herself down into my lap, leaning forward letting the dress fall forward. I could see her bare breasts hang before me.

I just groaned. “Yes. Yes. I think so.”

This little woman girl, looking so elegant just then but playing, leaping, bouncing around me now, set right in my lap. She was old and young at the same time. My woman girl. 

I could smell vanilla and strawberries. Her perfume and her lip gloss. Her lips were shining, red. Her teeth so white. And just the hint of her sex. She was wet. I knew it.

She had eye makeup on. She never wore eye makeup. Her hair was pulled back tight, out of her eyes. Not a hair out of place. Her nails were painted. Her lips shined and she smiled white white teeth at me. Elegant. Utterly elegant.

I said, “You are so beautiful.”

She smiled I could see her lower and upper teeth she smiled so big. Her eyes sparkling. 

“Where’s mom.”

“Uh, over there in the kitchen.” I pointed back.

She looked over my shoulder, “Oh.” And kissed me chastely on the cheek, and then hopped off my lap smoothing her dress out again looking over the shoulder at herself. “Like it.”

“Stunning.”

“It’s so light,” she twirled around and then took my hand and pulled me up. “Lets go.”

Elaine walked in the room. “You two have fun. Don’t be too late.” 

*******

THE FATHER DAUGHTER DANCE

The dinner was in the school gym, and the fare was chicken, rice and a vegetable. Pretty typical when trying to cater 600 people in a gym. But the decorations were really quite good. The lighting was low, there was the set up of a band on the stage at the one end. The tables stood in long rows, with flowers, and confetti, little balloons floating everywhere, and a sort of mirrored light ball that sent sparkles twirling around the room.

My Angel was so excited, her eyes so open and bright. We walked in arm in arm, looking so elegant. My black tuxedo and her black dress. We really did look good to gether.

She whispered to me before we went in, “Your handsome you know that.”

I said, “Thank you.”

We walked in to the packed room looking around and she spotted someone right away, “Oh Julie. Julie!!! Ahhh.” Both girls screaming with excitement. I had to laugh.

When is the last time I went out with someone and when the couples meet they stand leaning toward one another going, “Aaahhhhh!!” My little girl woman.

She came back and took my hand dragged me over. “Julie!! Oh you look so cuuuute. Love what you did with your hair.”

She was holding my hand the whole time. “This is my dad.”

“Hi.”

Her dad was close behind and he was introduced. We awkwardly acknowledged one another. Julie was a spectacularly beautiful girl. Very tall.

“We’re in Spanish together. Don’t you hate JB.” Their hands were all over each other.

“Uhh, He took my cell phone again yesterday.”

“What is it with the cell phones,” I asked.

“He thinks we cheat with them.”

“Do you?”

They looked at each other, didn’t answer.

“See ya! Ahhhh!!” And they leaned in hugging each other.

We found our seat and I wanted a drink.

“Oh, and there’s Ann.”

“I want a drink hon.”

She looked at me, smiled, licked her lip. We had this moment of silent connection. Her loving our time together, just us. “Ok. I’ll just be a minute. I’ll be here when you get back.”

I went to the bar. That was one great thing about a Catholic school, they sold alcohol at these things. I ordered a wine. A big beefy guy with thick hands walked up and shook my hands. “Brad Peters.”

“Hi. Uh, Jack . . .”

“Your Angels father aren’t you. She knows my little Annie. She’s been over to our house a couple times. Pretty girl. Good to finally get to meet you.” I had never heard the name Annie.

“Oh yeah yeah. Thanks.”

I got my wine and extracted myself. Went back to the table and dinner was served. My little Angel stayed close, smiled at me whenever she caught my eye, so elegant, and I sipped down my wine and had another. The music started and fathers and daughters began to rise for a dance. The music was slow. 

She leaned in to me, her breath at my ear, “Can you handle this?” 

She was looking at me with a wicked grin, and reached under the table lay her hand over my mostly soft cock.

I started. “I could until you did that! Come on.” And I grabbed her hand and lifted her gracefully from her seat. I was going to treat her as a lady tonight, my date. “Come dance with me.”

I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist and she brought her arms around my neck, breathing on me looking in my eyes. So light. We drifted around the dance floor, our legs entwined, stepping and moving with the other.  I was in heaven. I wanted to kiss her right there. I felt awkward though, revealed. Could people tell? The room was full of other fathers and daughters dancing the same, but my hands on my daughters body, it felt different. The smell of her, the warmth, it was erotic to me, and I was stroking her back with my fingers. Did the other fathers feel that? 

How many here had ‘our’ relationship? I wondered that as I looked around.

She pressed herself closer to me. “I like dancing with you,” she cooed. “We never done this before.”

“We’ll have to start.” I said. She smiled.

“I feel like an adult.”

“You are.”

And we swayed with one another in this wonderful liquid movement, her hips pressing lightly against me. I could feel her breath quicken. I knew she was feeling what I was feeling. She brushed her cheek to mine and lay her chin on my shoulder. We held hands, let our fingers caress together. 

I let my hands drift lower rubbing her body through the thin fabric, lower down, no panty line. She held her head back looking at me. “You can’t do that.” She was looking around at the other couples.  “But, no. I’m not wearing anything under this dress.” She breathed those words right in my ear sending shivers down my spine.

I went instantly hard.

The music ended, and she took my hand, “I want to show you my locker.”

***********

SPANISH

We slipped out the gym door and walked down the dark hallways, she turned one way then another, then another, just little indirect lights shining at odd spots. We got to a section of blue lockers, she was still holding my hand. We were silent. Tension was in the air. 




My Little Angel



Just two elegantly dressed people walking down the halls of an old high school alone, our shoes clicking and echoing each step.

She stood at her locker and I came up right behind her standing so close I was brushing her with my chest, she leaned back against me as she worked the lock. Was she trembling? We stepped back opening the door.

“This is it.”

I looked in. Just piles of books stacked up the center. Some feathers, and colored paper decorating the inside of the door. She pulled something out of a little envelope that was taped to at the center of the door.

“Check this out.” She looked up at me as she handed it to me, a thin smile on her face.

I held a little photo in my hand. It was a snapshot of her standing nude walking out of a set of showers, with her hand out like she was trying to stop the picture from being taken, head down, hiding her face. Her little bush stood out against her washed out skin. I recognized her instantly just by her naked body.”

“Ha!” She threw her head back. “Julie took that.” She was smiling, enjoying the look on my face. I looked at it, then her. She stood close to me.

“Where?”

“During gym, with her cell phone.”

She had her hand on the edge of the photo. I still held it, was still looking at it.

“You kids certainly make use of those phones.”

“I’m probably all over the web. It was digital.”

She took it out of my hand and put it back in the little envelope, twirling her hips and turning to me again, the door was still open.

I put my arms around her waist again, and leaned in to kiss her, the wine did that to me. I was being less than cautious.

“Dad. Not here!” She stepped away and slammed the locker, set the lock.

“Want to see some of my classes.”

“Sure.”

What were we doing?

The tension was palpable. My heart was beating hard in my chest. She was still holding my hand pulling me along. Turning here then there, I had no idea where I was in this dark concrete monstrosity. Only our footsteps. There was no one around.

She opened a heavy door without windows and we stepped into a room filled with desks in rows. It was dark, just a little light coming in through the bottom of the door and some soft filtered light coming through a line of windows that overlooked the gym. It was the same gym where the father daughter dance was. We were one floor up, and I did not recall going up any stairs.

There was just a sort of candlelight glow to the room.

She stepped in front of me. “You look really good tonight dad.” And then she leaned in and kissed me, leaned in close, I could taste her strawberry lip gloss. 

“Ummm, You taste good.”

“Strawberry.”

And there we were holding hands in front of us, both hands together playing with our fingers and opening our mouths into one another. Those wonderful soft kisses. I had wanted to kiss her all evening. Our heads were tilted into one another, and then she pulled away and walked over to the window. 

We looked down at the musicians, the couples twirling at the bottom of the stage, people milling about, sitting at tables. It was still crowded. You could just hear the music.

We stared out the window.

I said, “They did a great job.”

She dropped my hand, “Hmmm, Hmmm,” as she walked away from me toward the teachers desk.

I followed.

“This is Spanish, where JB teaches. He sits when he lectures, pretty weird.”

“Spanish Class? It’s so bare.” 

I went and sat at the desk. The chair rolled easily, too easily.  I rolled it back from the desk and then back. The desk was perfectly clean, nothing on it. 

“Like I said, pretty weird.”

She came around and sat on the desk right in front of me, facing me as I set in the chair.

“Wish you were my teacher. You would be a NICE teacher.”

“How do you know.”

She leaned forward, put her arms around my neck. We touched foreheads, “Intuition.”

I looked up at her. She continued, “. . . and I’d know what to do if my homework wasn’t done. Uh, Teacher Jack?” She never said Jack. “Um, my Spanish homework isn’t done. I couldn’t get to it, because I was *masturbating*. You think there is something I could do to make it up.”

And she began to lift the hem of her dress higher. 

I was staring at her knees and then thighs, and reached my hands up along her legs following a line up under her dress and wrapped my hands around her bare hips, stroking her hips with my thumb and bottom with my fingers, as she set before me on the surface of the desk. She was drawing her knees up higher, set her feet on the arms of my chair on either side of me. 

I was liking this game.

“There might be something we can arrange.” I added, “I would be a good Spanish teacher, I know Spanish.”

She said with surprise in her voice, her arms still around my neck, “You do?”

I was reaching up and stroking the small of her back as she arched it, tipping her hips toward me, holding he knees open. I could see the darkness between her legs opening where her pussy would be, just a dark area beneath her dress in this low light. I could smell her scent as the dress and warmth of her rose in front of me. 

“Not SPOKEN Spanish, but . . .Spanish!”

And I bent lower as I said it, grasping her hips with my hands and sliding her toward me. She complied completely, was right in front of me; her legs opening wider as I settled my face down between her legs, feeling the hairs of her puss on my face. So warm breathing in her smell.

She leaned back and set her hands on the desk, let her head fall back and sink into her shoulders, her hair falling behind her. 

“Oh, Spanish!” She had her mouth open, “Ahhh,” laughing. 

She looked down at me, put one hand on my head as I lapped at her with a flat tongue, wetting her pussy lips and fine hairs, kissing her little mound and kissing a little line to her navel. What a cute little belly, I looked up at her, she was smiling, laying back further on the desk.

I lay my head right at her abdomen, my cheeks tickled with the hairs of her puss, just laying there holding her in the silent room. Taking in this singular moment. She looked out the window over the gym

“Wonder what they’re doing now?”

I went back to licking her, pressing my tongue in along her slit, licking along her lips and opening her up, pressing her open with my fingers, she held perfectly still, the inner lips folding out, this little rough line of flesh, I could take the wet skin in my mouth and I began to lick a long line through her center.

“Mmmmmm. Keep doing that. I like Spanish homework now!”

I took my tongue then and stiffly licked at the top, digging into and around her clit. And with my fingers began to press into her vagina, one finger and then two. Finger fucking her again in this black little dress. She was undulating her hips now sliding her puss along my tongue, drawing circles with her hips guiding my tongue in little circles around her clit. “So good.”

I wanted to be careful, I did NOT want her to cum. I wanted to make her crazy. Make HER hungry after what she did to me on our ‘test run.’ 

She was holding my head and pushing me into her, I could feel her getting more and more aroused, pressing herself harder and harder against me, squeezing her thighs around my head. And then it was I who began to pull away, and she was pressing me, pulling me with her hands trying to keep me between her legs. I still had my fingers inside her as I looked up at her. 

“Keep going, I want to cum! Keep teaching me your . . . Spanish!”

I just said, “Kiss me.” 

And she lifted herself up and fell into me and kissed me wrapping herself around me, tasting herself.

“You like the way you taste?” 

“Kind of. It’s sort of weird. I think it’s weird when you do that. I like it though.” We kissed for awhile, she was licking her cum off my lips. And then she leaned back again, “Keep doing it. Make me cum.” A little whine in her voice. 

I rose from the chair and I kissed her again, continuing to slide my fingers into her, finding the rough patch in her vagina and pressing it and stroking it. She was squirming again on my finger. 

"Oh god that feels really good, what are you doing?"

“Finger fucking you.”.

“Mmmmm”

Suddenly we heard the door opening.

I stood stock still and she sat upright and threw her skirt down over the edge of the desk. My fingers were still working inside her. 

She looked at me with wide eyes, pulling her legs together tight around my hands. We both appeared to be simply at the desk, she sitting and me standing, with her back to the door on the desk.

“Excuse me, is this the Spanish Room.”

“Uh yeah.”

“Sorry for bothering you. My daughter was just showing me around. Sorry.”

“It’s ok.”

********

ARE WE LOVERS?

The room was silent again, I took my hand away sticky with her cum. 

“We better get back.”

I could tell she was frustrated and I felt pretty good.

“I can NOT believe you kept doing that while they were in the room. Uhhh.” 

She was mock shocked. I could see the sparkle in her eyes, as we clicked along the halls back to the gym. There were far fewer people now, but still at least a hundred. 

There were photographs to be taken, and we stood there, her hand on my chest smiling for the camera. I had my arm around her waist. My black tux and her little black dress. We were stunning. She thought we were the prettiest couple at the whole event. 

As we were leaving she said, “I feel just like I’m at prom tonight.” And when we got to our parking spot, she turned in front of me and kissed me slow, pressing in lightly and then away again looking at me the whole time before we got in the car.

“I don’t care if anyone saw that.”

As we started off for home, she was running a mile a minute. 

“Did you see Stephanie! I don’t know how she could wear that dress. It was stripes. I was so Uhhh! But I said it looked ok. . . But Lisa agreed with me. Her dad wore a tux too. Like you did. We matched, we were both in black. We were SUCH a cute couple. Everyone said so.” 

And slowly she was quieting down. I listened. Added a little here and there. Sad the evening was ending.

“I loved your Spanish lessons dad. Ha! I cannot believe what happened. I’ll never be able to sit in that class again without like totally blushing. I’ll always see us up there!”

“Well, I know French and Roman too.”

Her eyes getting big, smiling at my innuendo.

I added, “And Greek.”

“Ha! Oh my God!” She laughed out loud at the implication. “We WERE pretty bad.” 

She was looking at me with a sideways glance, and then out the window. I could see her squeezing her thighs together and wiggling her hips.

And then silence.

We got to the house and I parked the car turned out the lights. We sat there for a moment. Neither of us opening a door. I could hear her breathing.

“Dad?”

“Yes.”

“Thanks. Really, Thanks. I know that I can be difficult . . take advantage of you, of our situation sometimes . . . I graduate in three months and then prom, and I’ll probably go to prom with Brad.” She took my hand and whispered, “*Wish it could be you* And I want to go to college, but maybe here. And I’ll meet other boys, other men. I know I have to go out and live my life. Fly off . . . away. But . . . I’ll still be your little girl and I don’t want that to change. I don’t want this year to change - ever - but, I know it will. There’s just so much happening, and it scares me - scares me a lot - and I don’t even know if what I’m doing is good. Right. What we’re doing is good. But this year is my golden year, it’s golden . . .was . . . we are . . . “

She took a breath, “You’re the best lover. You’re the best lover . . . I’ll ever have probably.”

I could see her eyes glowing, these embers shining into me. The sparkle of a tear on her cheek.

I reached and wiped it away. “Lover?”

“If you want to. You can come to my room tonight. . .”

I opened my door.

“If you want. Give me some time.”

She quickly exited the car and ran into the house.

I was still sitting there. 

*******

LOVERS

She lay in her room, appeared to be sleeping, not moving, breathing evenly just this beatific vision. The sheet was pulled up around her chin, I could see the outline of her body perfectly. 

She had lit a candle on her desk and it cast a low flickering glow.  I watched her there and dropping my robe slid into the bed and spooned up behind her. She was naked . . .asleep.

She started, rousing herself and stretching lightly, “Hi.” She smiled,  “I thought you might of changed your mind.”

“Shhh. No. I wasn’t sure. . . My promise, I promised. . . .”

“There’s no promises, Daddy. . .” 

She did not move she stayed pressed against me, the bed was already warm. She was touching my cheek with hers turning herself toward me. 

“What do we do?” I put a finger to her mouth, silencing her.

And I let my hands wander up and down her front over her breasts and then softly caress her tummy, her arms, and shoulders, and across her bare shoulder as I kissed her. We were melting into one another. Molding our bodies to the other.

I pulled away briefly, looking down at her smiling, “Now I’ll teach you some French.”

She laughed, “Oh, my French teacher now. Ok.” 

And she pressed her mouth to mine, and took my lower lip in hers. We touched the tips of our tongues together.

“I already know a little French.” We pressed our lips together, tracing the edge of her teeth and playing with her tongue.

I kissed her, caressed her, massaged her, rubbed her for quite awhile before I . . . let my hand slip down and down into her bush. She watching me silently without moving the whole time, her one arm around my neck and her other curled around her head. She was this little girl just then, docile, yielding. My little girl.

And she rolled on her back parting her legs loosely, relaxed. I pulled the covers down to look at her. Her knees were held up just a little and falling out. I could see her pussy opening, the pink line running through her. My cock stood straight out as I bent over her, her eyes went wide. Pulling her arms up above her head. 

The walls falling away, we were alone, utterly alone in this room, knowing both knowing what would happen. The cock she saw would slide inside of her. Its hardness enter her smooth walls, she would let me in. Surrender herself. 

“Daddy. I never.” Her eyes were so wide. She had this soft little girl voice, quivering.

“You’re a virgin.”

“Well my cherry broke . . . from track. But I never had sex before with a boy.”

God she was so natural, sensual. 

I just said, “That’s fine. Ok then.” And my pulse quickened.

“You’re my first.”

I could smell sex rising from her body, her pussy glistened wet. I nosed down between her legs while pressing and needing her tummy and breasts. She, putting her hands on top of mine. I was so hungry and loved her familiar smell, my smell.

She was giggling, “More Spanish.” And she was wiggling and bouncing around the bed. “That tickles.”

“Every language sweet.”

I lapped at her with a flat tongue and as she became aroused pushed my head down between her legs, as I reached inside her with my fingers for the second time this evening. Her pussy was swollen from my earlier ravishing and felt her wetness rise up out of her until she was so wet, her cum was dripping off chin. I sucked on her clit as she pushed my head down hard between her legs until I could hardly breath. The coos coming from her were intoxicating. I loved the warmth of her open flesh.

I slowly licked up her front. 

“I like Spanish,” she purred. “We need to study this a lot.”

The relaxation in her voice was so intoxicating, the deep trill of her voice. Coming from deep within her chest, so relaxed, curving herself fallen into the mattress, her eyes on me the whole time.  The curves of her body beneath me open in every way. 

I brought myself up, kissing up her center, smearing her cum in a trail on her skin to her breasts, fallen to each side as she lay on her back. She was yielding her breasts to me, tilting her head back exposing her white neck. I held her puss cupped in my palm and pressed a finger into the pink line, kissing her breasts and suckling my little girl, kissing her neck. “Keep doing that.”

She had full red lips, the gloss was eaten away but the smell of strawberry lingered, and she nibbled at my arm as I caressed her neck now. 

She started, staring at me with eyes wide, as I rose higher leting my cock slide up between her legs and just touch her pussy. Pressing up between her legs lightly feeling her lips opening, sliding along her crack and felt the wetness and heat. She was gripping me tight around my neck staring at me. 

My cock sliding up the center of her little cunny. She was so filled with desire. I could feel her quivering beneath me. 

“Daddy!” Her cheeks were mottled and she could barely breath. 

“Ohhh, . . feels so . . . good.” Her hips were undulating beneath me, she was sliding herself against my hard cock.  I lifted myself up and looked down at her, both our heads bent looking at where we touched.

“You like your little girls pussy? You going to Fuck me?” She always liked that word. The dirtiness of it.

“I’m Your lover,” I whispered.

She brought her lips to my ear, “Go ahead. Fuck me. Am I your little girl. Say it.”

And I let my cock fall back between her legs, felt her opening, that little space opening into her and let myself slide into her slowly, my whole length pressing into her vagina, filling her, deep to the hilt.

“Ohhhhhhh, I Love my little girl. I’m going to fuck my little girl." I pressed my cock inside filling her completely,  "Fuck you,” I whispered into her ear.

She let her legs fall wide, holding herself as wide as she could. The covers were pressed down around us, we were laying naked on the bed. I split her open like a peach and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her, biting her lips to stay quiet. I pressed deep inside.

I could feel her heart beating in her vagina. I cradled her light frame with my arms like a baby, holding her around her waist, lifting her hips positioning her on myself and pressed myself down into the bed reaching up into her with my cock, filling her completely. Sliding into her, and then rising until my cockhead played at her opening and then back and back, over and over so softly, rising and falling like a tide. Her coal eyes sparkling up at me, her mouth open, looking at me and up at the ceiling.

We were washing along an edge. We were one then two, then one again. We were lovers, my little Angel, her warm breath on my cheek. I could smell the heat and sex between us, we were sliding together, sliding our bellies together. I could hear her receiving me and letting me go, the wet slap between her legs. This lapping sound like a wave washing on shore, in the silence we shared.

This little girl who used to run through the house in her underwear and let me chase her and tickle her until we were both breathless, who used to run into my room when I was dressing and stare at my cock hanging between my legs and run back out again. Who kissed me on the lips at her eighteenth birthday, and not a kiss I had ever received before. Who waited for me to come home when my wife was out and ask for back rubs while we watched TV and pull her top off showing me her breasts, and of the times I simply walked over and lay my hands on her. Who was yielding to me completely now. We fucked silently, slowly, her hips lifting to meet me in a steady rhythm together.

I quickened my pace, and was lifting myself on her sliding along her clit, she began turning her head to the side, grinding harder into me, raising her arms above her head, her hair fallen around her. She started this regular groan, deep “ohhh, ohhh, ohhh.” with each thrust into her. 




My Little Angel



I could feel my cum rising, she could feel me stiffening as I was pounding her down into the bed. Her knees were up at my side and she was rubbing herself hard against me, undulating her hip against me. We were pressing and sliding together hard as we could, ragged gasps and cries. Her head bobbing up and down beneath me.

We were fucking each other, wild. Holding tight the other, and then we were coming.

We came in one long continuous wave of dissolution, it was wave after wave after wave. Her body was trembling beneath me, arching out along the mattress, she was jumping up from the bed, and holding onto me tight around the neck, scratching me digging her nails into my shoulders. “Oh daddy. Oh my god. I’m cumming.”

My body pressed up into her and I could feel myself releasing ribbons of cum into her as I held myself deep inside her and rising and falling again it pulsed out of me. 

Her vagina felt like a mouth drinking me in, sucking and quivering when her back arched and she came again, crying out. “Oh my god, I can’t stand it!” And was thrashing beneath me. I had to literally pin her to the bed with all my weight until we fell into our wet center of the bed. 

We were one. Our bodies completely united then relaxed, fell into the mattress. Utterly spent. The sheet was wrapped and tied around our limbs, we were bound together, wet hair across our faces and in our mouths, between our legs. Sex on our breath. Sweat and her cum dripping from my chin. We fell tangled into one another, arms and legs, my cock laying limp still held between her legs, and we tongued each other softly. 

We were laughing. 

She was still shaking, looking at herself and running her hands over her body. 

I just kept staring into her sparkling eyes as I kissed her.

“Oh my God.” She had this beautiful laugh. I had never heard it before. “That was nice! Really nice. I can still feel you.” She lay her hand over her puss.

It was silent for a little while. I could feel her shifting, facing me. My cock lay over her leg.

“Different than I thought it would be.”

“What did you think?”

“I don’t know. It seems like not such a big deal somehow.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean at school, it’s all ‘Don’t give it up.’ ‘Don’t Give it up.’”

I didn’t know what to say.

“It’s just . . . natural. Feels completely normal, Feels Great! I was scared. I’m not scared anymore.”

“Good. I wanted it to be . . . “

“You never Taught me Greek though.” She batted her eyes at me. I could hear her giggling.

I had to ask, “Know what that is?”

“I think I do.” She giggled again. I knew she did. “We’ll have to try that some time.”

I reached back and pressed my finger into her anus lightly. She jumped, "Ok." I said. I hugged her to me. 

Silence again.

“What’s Roman? I mean I know French and Spanish.”

“Oh. It uh, it's Group Sex. An orgy.”

She giggled.

“I don’t know if we can do that one.”

“No.” She giggled again.

Silence.

I could tell she was looking at me again.

"Daddy?”

“Yes.”

She was reaching down and taking my limp cock in her hand, rolling it in her fingers, gripping my balls. “ I want to do it again. . . Your sticky. How long does it take?”

I could feel my cock stiffen as she played with me. I was satiated.

“That’s you that’s sticky.” I reached down and cupped her puss, it was matted with cum.

She was giggling and rolling around trying to get away from my hand.

“We’ll see.”

"Tonight?"

"We'll see."

*********

PARADISE

And we fell asleep. Pulled the covers up over us. 

Her small frame rolled over and she pressed her breasts into my chest and lay her chin in the crook of my neck. We were holding hands. The smell of sex and wet and warmth all around. 

She leaned across the bed, I was watching her so thin frame, the bone of her hips, her pussy wet and mashed between her legs, her breasts hanging as she reached to blow out the candle. So fresh and young. I couldn’t believe I was looking at her just then.

I found her lips in the darkness, kissed her softly, we wrapped our naked bodies around one another and we fell asleep.

*********

This is just a fun little romp, a break from some other projects. Please email me with what you think and any ideas you may have. Your emails are why I write.

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My Little Angel



It was on the night of my 21st anniversary and I was waiting for Bob, my husband. Just so you know, my name is Amy Daniels, I am 39. I met Bob Daniels at high school, what you would call high school sweethearts. But we weren't really, I got pregnant at 17, married just after my 18th birthday, before given birth to Bob 'Bobby' Jnr, a few years later I had Sophie, my little angel. The marriage was always a bad idea, but we had enough love for each other to stay married, or so I thought. Bob provided for us, while I stayed at home looking after our children, but once they went to school I became bored with just hanging around the house so decided to find something to do, I wanted to get a job. Now Bob was raised by very strict parents, which is the reason we married, and they believed that a wife stayed at home while the husband provided. Now I agreed to marry Bob under their strict ways, just for the children. 

But when Bob strictly forbade me not to look for a job, I stood my ground and told him no, then he got his parents involved, and I told them no as well. They left after a few hours of us shouting at each other, 3 against one, was not very fair, my parents died 2 years before in a car crash, so I was on my own. But I refused to budge on the subject; it was my choice not anyone else's, especially when their reasons for me not to work were so old fashioned. After his parents left, not happy with Bob and his choice for a wife, especially one that opened her mouth too much, he hit me. Well hit me is such a tame word, I ended up in the hospital. That night changed everything for me and the children. I filed a report and charged him for assault. He was put on probation, did 50 hours of community service and was told to attend a class to help with his anger and violence, even though he had never acted violent towards me before. I allowed him to stay with us; the children still needed a father. 

He was warned that I would not stand for anymore of his parent's views on what I did, and that if he ever hit me or the children again, the marriage would be over. He accepted these terms and never did get violent again, and only he would visit his parents, I was afraid of there influence on the children. So the marriage was ok, if you can call it that, and I got a job, working in a law firm as a secretary. After a few months I decided that I wanted something more and over the next 6 years I studied for the bar exam to be a lawyer, with being the parent who still had to make sure the kids got to school and was there when they got home, I had limited time to work and study, but I eventually made it. Once I passed the bar and the children were old enough to look after themselves in getting to school and then home again on there own, I became a lawyer. Not anyone amazing, but I was better than average and I was also earning more than Bob which only but more strain on our marriage.

Now here we are 10 years later, successful woman, lawyer, wonderful kids and a nice home. I was wearing a newly purchased evening dress, black, spaghetti straps and the hem nearly touching the floor. I had my hair and make up done especially for the night, it cost $100, but it was worth it to look special for tonight. Even though there was little love in our marriage, I tried to have 4 special nights with each other, each year. Valentines Day, His Birthday, My Birthday and our wedding anniversary. Tonight being our 21st, I wanted to do something special and had booked a table at a very exclusive restaurant; it even had an area for dancing, which is the reason to look spectacular. I had to book it 3 months ago, and rang them last night and this afternoon to just double-double check the table was booked. All I was doing now was sat waiting for Bob to come home. And waited. As with any woman, I was ready early, nearly 3 hours early and with 30 minutes left, before we had to leave, and leave I would, he was cutting it fine. Suddenly the door opened and I really hoped it was Bob, but when they walked in the room it was Sophie, my 19 year old daughter.

"Wow mom, you look beautiful." It was a very nice compliment which she always gave me, not like Bob, Sophie even came with me to help choose a dress to wear, the one I was wearing; Sophie said it really showed off my wonderful slim figure.

"Well, thank you honey. I really needed to here that after hours of getting ready, pity your father could not appreciate me as much."

"Why, where is he?"

"A no-show so far and I do not want to ring him."

"Why not?"

"Because if he forgets, that's it." This was probably the 10th time in the last 5 years he had missed our evenings. I took Sophie to some of them, but the excuses he gave every time, were all different and probably all lies, part of me believed, but did not want to, was that he was having an affair.

"What if I ring, just sneakily, like I just wanted to say hi and see where he is?" It would a least give me piece of mind, especially if he said he was on his way.

"Would you, I wouldn't normally ask but tonight it very important for me, well us, but I need to go soon, so please if you could be discrete, find out where he is?"

"No problem mom, anytime I can help." With that she used the house phone to ring his office. I did not stay around to listen, I was too anxious, so I left Sophie to it. It was 5 minutes later that Sophie found me on my bed; she looked sad but also angry as she entered the room. She sat next to me nervously.

"Mom do you want the truth or a simple Dad wont be joining you tonight?" Oh my god, whatever she had to tell me, had to be a bombshell, part of me did not want to hear what Sophie knew, but I had never seen Sophie like this and if she didn't tell me, it would eat her up inside. Was I prepared for what she was about to say, yes, this was it for Bob, to cause Sophie to feel this way, and make me look like an idiot for believing in us was at an end, what a waste.

"Tell me everything honey, and whatever it is, I won't be angry, especially at you, so please tell me?"

"I rang dad at work, they said he has not been in today, called in sick. So I thought he might have gone to a buddies or something. So I rang his mobile and a woman answered. I just got my new phone and number today, and with the free calls I used my mobile to ring his, I don't know why but I pretended to be his secretary at work, I asked for Bob, she said he was in the shower. I asked where they were and she said at her house, getting ready to go out, they had just got back from a day trip to the beach. So I asked if she could tell me where as I had to get some papers signed tonight by him. I've got her name and address if you want it?" She gave me a piece of paper. I had to find out, so I read the name Sophie had written, I knew the name. It was Monica Graves, the daughter of Bob's boss; I had only met her once about 5 years ago at a Christmas party at Bob's work.

"Was that it, did you speak to your father?" She shook her head.

"I am sorry mom, maybe I was wrong to do that, and to tell you?"

"You have nothing to be sorry about Sophie, in fact you were very smart, and I would rather know then not know."

"What are you going to do now?"

"I have a reservation to a very fancy restaurant, and my wonderful daughter to accompany me." She smiled at this and rushed off to get ready. "You have 19 minutes."

18 minutes later Sophie came downstairs. I was stunned, she looked so beautiful. So mature not like the little angel I always saw her as. She was a woman, her figure was full, and she let her straight blond hair flow down her back, her make-up was tastefully done. She wore a similar dress to mine, only hers was red.

"Sophie you look amazing, you have got to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." I cried a little to emphasise just how truly stunning she was. She pulled a handkerchief from her purse and lightly dabbed my face so not to ruin my make up.

"Please don't cry, you should be happy. Forget about dad, you deserve your special night, and I felt I really needed to make a good impression."

"You did wonderful, I love you so much. And I am happy; nobody but you makes me that way." And I kissed her on the cheek. I heard a beep from outside, our taxi was here. We both checked ourselves in the mirror, before Sophie held out her arm and I took her elbow as she took me out for what was to be a night full of surprises.

I have not mentioned much about Bob Jnr, Bobby or Sophie. Firstly, Bobby, put simply, he takes purely after his dad. He has never once respected my wishes and spends most of his time with his father, unless he is not around and then he comes to me, demanding I do this or that, and that dad would let him. Bob never ever helped change that about him and that even when I explained that Bobby should be nicer to me, so that when he was older he would be more of a gentleman, he disagreed and said men were men, not gentlemen. So that was Bobby spoiled, so when he turned 18, I kicked him out. Bob was not happy, but I put my foot down, his attitude towards me and Sophie was unforgivable. He had always picked on Sophie, even though he was much bigger and stronger. So when he became an adult I kicked him out. His father got him a job with him, skipping college, no real future, and the money we had saved for college was given to Bobby by his dad for a new home, but Sophie told me that he rented the place he lived in for the last few years and used the money to buy a fancy car to find women. She said her friend Stacey told her, as she had already been accosted by Bobby. After a few years of young Bobby's negative behaviour, I was not about to let Sophie be led astray. This was about the same time I stopped letting the kids go anywhere near there grandparents, so it could have been there influence on Bobby that had changed him so negatively, whilst not being helped by Bob. After a threatened Bob, he pretty much left Sophie alone with me. I sometimes felt bad for doing this, as this is what Bob did to our son. But I had to protect her, she was always a sweet girl, my little angel and nothing would spoil that about her. Over the years we went from mother & daughter to best friends, I had no one else and Sophie always made my day, she complimented me always on how pretty I was and how she always invited me out. In fact I had a more loving relationship with Sophie than Bob; she always made my day happier when she was with me. We were honest and helpful to each other and when she turned 18, top of her class and her first year at university a huge success for her, I was so pleased I had done so well with her, and that I had made the right choice to keep her father away from her, she truly was my daughter.

We arrived at the restaurant, our reservation was confirmed and we were led to our tables. Even though Sophie was not old enough to drink I asked if she would like one, she asked for a glass of red wine, so I ordered bottle for us to share.

"This all looks so amazing; you must have had to kill someone to get a table here."

"Not quite, but I booked it way in advance. I should thank you for earlier, I made such an effort for tonight, the clothes, the hair and make-up and the 5 star restaurant, if Bob had come, I know I would not have enjoyed his company a tenth as I would with you here. Thank you for coming with me Sophie."

"I should be thanking you for what I know will be a beautiful evening, not to speak ill of dad, but I think you should be with someone who appreciates you as much I do, so I am glad I could at least make you happy."

"You always make me happy Sophie, you and only you are the greatest and most precious thing I have in the world."

"But what about dad, he gave you 2 kids and a nice home, I am sure he is special too."

"Do you want the whole truth or just a no he isn't?"

"Not to put a damper on this evening but maybe while we have the privacy and it might help if you want to talk about it, tell me the whole truth." I sipped my wine as I thought about everything that had happened over the years.

"Firstly I never like to speak negatively about people but your dad and brother are two that I have, and I will tell you what I know and you can speak to either of them to confirm or deny what I say."

"I will believe you, and know how bad Bobby was towards me and how he treats people, but I don't know too much about dad."

"Well that would be my fault, I have kept you as far away from your father as I could and he also stopped giving you attention after awhile, that shames me that I became as bad as him, when he kept Bobby away from me."

"I can only believe that you did that to protect me"

"I did and I didn't. You know how Bobby treated you, well in way he treated me just as bad, and I knew your father and his parents had a great influence on him. So when your father hit me and I told him you or your brother would never visit his parents again."

"Dad hit you?" She seemed quite upset by the news. I tried to reassure her.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter now, it happened along time ago, it is all in the past now."

"It does matter; he should never have done it, why did you ever stay with him? I am glad you kept him away from me."

"He promised not to hit me again or you kids. I told him if he did it would mean divorce but I did not want that, because I wanted you to have a proper family."

"But what could you have ever done to deserve such a thing?"

"I defied him and his parents, it was after I told his parents to leave that he did it. After I came out of hospital, I charged your father he did his punishment and promised to never do it again. And he never did."

"How can you defend him like that, how could you forgive him so easily? What did you want that caused such a reaction?"

"You and Bobby were both at school; I wanted to find a job. They felt that being the woman, I belong at home and only your father should provide for us."

"He hit you for that, the fucking bastard."

"Please don't get angry Sophie, it was along time ago, maybe I should have divorced him, but it would have been difficult, especially that you and Bobby were still so young. I had to make the sacrifice to stay with him to keep the family together, please understand, I was doing it for you."

"I am sorry you had to go through that alone."

"I didn't, I had you Sophie, you have always been the only reason I have stayed with him. But don't think I blame you, your father is responsible totally for our marriage to fail."

"So will you leave him?" Just before I answered I was shocked to see Bob enter the restaurant and guided to our table. He was shocked to see Sophie sitting opposite.

"Well hello you two, you both look nice. Thank you Sophie for filling in, here is some money you can grab a taxi, me and you mother will be ok now." Sophie was about to say something, but I held and squeezed her hand. Pleading her with my actions for her to remain quiet and seated, she nodded in understanding.

"Bob, Sophie is staying here with me. You are going to leave now and go home or to Monica, which ever you wish." This seemed to not only shock him but it made him angry, he spoke in a raised voice towards Sophie, while he stared at me.

"Sophie, leave your mother and I for a minute please?"

"No."

"You will do as you are told young lady, leave now." I was not going to stand for this and got up and stood between Sophie and her father.

"Firstly Sophie is an adult and you do not talk to her like that. Secondly if I ever here you talk to her like that again, I will not think twice about doing something I would normally regret. Thirdly, I am divorcing you, something I should have done a long time ago, nothing you can say or do will stop that, so leave now."

"How dare you speak to me like that in front of all of these people? How dare you show me up like that, I am an important man?"

"An important man who has to fuck other women behind his wife's back, you have no respect left after everything you have done. Please leave before you make yourself look more like the fool you already are. There is nothing you can do to me anymore that you have not already done. Just go."

"We will talk about this when you get home, and then you can apologise to me, for now I will go, because you are only embarrassing yourself." As he walked away, I wondered why I had ever given him half the chances I had. He had failed me on dozens of occasions, while I still tried to be polite and strong. Maybe it is my fault, I had this coming to me, and I failed in our marriage. I sat down.

"Mom, you never did anything, it is not your fault."

"What?"

"I know you better than anyone, probably more than you know yourself. I can see the guilt; you blame yourself for failing on the marriage. But we all make choices in life, yours were wholesome and good. His were just so evil and wrong. Nothing you could have done different would have helped. Please don't ever feel anything but proud of yourself, that you stood up to a man, who to me seems quite abusive, and not just that he hit you once, but the display he has just provided to everyone in this restaurant. I can tell you this much, we are not going home tonight to that. All you have ever done is to protect me; you kept the family together for me. But as you say, I am an adult now; I live at college for about 8 months of the year, so I do not think you should stay with him from now on. I know you earn well, so maybe while you divorce him it is time to start new. And I want to help. We'll stop talking about this for now, I'll book us a room at a nearby hotel for the night, tomorrow you can find a lawyer, which shouldn't be to difficult. And after a quick divorce and a very decent settlement, I know your friends at work will make sure of that, we can be rid of both Bob and Bob Jnr, and just stick together."

"How did I ever get so lucky with you? Sophie I love you so much, you are the only ray of hope in the wreck that is my marriage. So for once I agree completely, it is not my fault, it is his, and he did this to us. So you get us a room, tomorrow I will file for divorce, I'll speak to my boss, he doesn't seem to like your father much. Then together we'll find somewhere new to live, maybe I should take some time off work, and I can stay close to your university, you could save some money on your dorm for next year and live with me."

"I love you mom, if I learnt anything good in life, I learnt it all from you, thank you for keeping safe. I will just go to the toilet and freshen up, and I'll get a room booked." While she was gone, I did the one thing that would really hurt Bob; it would be the first malicious thing I have ever done to anyone. I rang Bob's boss, he was friends with my dad when they worked together, and it was my dad that got Bob his job.

"Hello Harold Graves speaking."

"Hi Harry, Amy Daniels speaking."

"Amy, how nice to here from you, it has been a while since we last talked, how are you?"

"Not good really, which is the reason I called? I heard some rather distressing news tonight and I wondered if you knew anything about it."

"Whatever it is Amy, if I can help I will."

"Thank you. You might already know, but tonight is my 21st wedding anniversary, and Bob was due to celebrate with me, but he never showed until I actually arrived here. But I was worried before I left, and Sophie, you remember my daughter."

"Oh Sophie, yes I do, the apple of your eye, she at least got your looks and brains."

"Thank god, well she rang him at work and it seems he had the day off, which worried me, he was due to work, he said this morning that he had a busy day at work and but that he would be home in time to leave for dinner. So Sophie rang his mobile, and you know I don't like to cause trouble, but I am worried."

"I know Amy, your husband as never been someone I liked very well, he has treated you improperly and your son says nothing but bad things about you, which I know are not true." This shocked me, how could my own son speak so lowly of me.




My Little Angel



"Bob Jnr has had it rough since I asked him to move out, maybe he just feels like I am to blame."

"Now don't say that, Sophie is wonderful, I bet his father has had some major influence on Bob Jnr, there like peas in a pod."

"I know I should not be so harsh on myself, Sophie reminded me that I have tried hard to help but sometimes when things become a lost cause, you have to let go."

"She is right, so what happened when Sophie rang Bob."

"She rang his mobile and Monica answered, Sophie pretended to be a secretary and she got Monica to tell her that Bob was in the shower and that they had just gotten back from the beach, she also gave her name and address to where they were." I told him the address and he said nothing at all for a few minutes, I tried to break the silence during this time, just to rub salt into the womb, I knew this address, it was Harry's personal beach house, that he allowed no one to use ever, and the fact that Bob and his daughter were probably doing more than taking showers in his private sanctuary would really piss him off, even his daughter knew better than that. "Well I just was afraid that he might be having an affair, I mentioned Monica's name to him at the restaurant, and he was very angry, I had to demand several times for him to leave, now I am too afraid to go home and so is Sophie who is here at dinner. So she is off to find a hotel." Sophie then arrived and sat opposite me, refilling both our glasses. "So tomorrow I think it would be a good idea to start divorce proceedings against Bob, I am afraid that our marriage is over, but I really don't want to feel like after everything I promised him, that he has also been sleeping with someone else behind my back, and never with Monica, we may never have seen eye to eye, but I never thought she would be so cruel towards me, so I was wondering if you know if he had some sort of business meeting with her."

"Leave it with me Amy, I want you or Sophie to try not to worry about this and have a fun night together."

"I don't want to be a bother Harry, it's just tonight has been pretty rough, I just wanted piece of mind, I hope I haven't caused any problems."

"Never Amy, just don't worry, I am sure in the morning things will just work themselves out, but call me tomorrow if you want to talk more."

"Thank you again Harry, for all your support over the years, especially when dad died, you really helped me deal with that, that's why I decided to call you. Goodnight Harry."

"Night Amy, and say goodnight to Sophie from me." And with that I ended the call.

"What was all that about?" Asked Sophie.

"That was Harry; he is your dad's and brother's boss, and also Monica Graves's father. I just told him that I was worried about Bob cheating on me after the phone call you had with his daughter, so I was seeing if he knew anything, he said he would sort it out."

"But that might get dad into trouble."

"Really, I never thought of that." And smiled, wickedly.

"You meant to do that, didn't you?"

"Yes I did, a bit naughty of me to seek revenge, but after he spoke to you in such a nasty way, I had to do something, he does not talk to you like that, and I will never let anything happen to you."

"It is nice to have you protect me."

"Always, not to say that I don't think you can do it yourself, but sometimes I feel so protective of you."

"Same for me mom. Enough of this, let's order our meal, we have been sat here drinking and talking for 30 minutes, I am starving."

"Ok." And I looked around before grabbing the attention of a waiter. Who quickly took our order and we were soon eating and also started our second bottle of wine.

"So Sophie, what have you been doing today?"

"Oh I saw Stacey, catching up on old times."

"You must miss her a lot?"

"More than you know."

"What do you mean?" This seemed to have stopped her mid chew. After a moment she finished and put her fork down. "Whatever is own you mind, just say it, I don't want you to be afraid of talking to me about anything?"

"Mom after everything tonight I do not wish to ruin your night any more with distressing news."

"Sophie, we are friends as well as mother and daughter, nothing you could say would ever distress me, even if you said you were pregnant I would support you."

"What if I tell you I am gay?"

"Are you?"

"Yes." I thought about it for a moment, was it really so bad. It was a shock, but for some reason, it was more about her telling me something unexpected and not about her being gay.

"So are you and Stacey lovers?" This shocked Sophie, but at least she was now comfortable to continue eating.

"Not anymore, we agreed to separate last year before we went to different colleges."

"But you are still friends though?"

"Yes, which is nice, we decided that a long distance relationship was nothing that either of us wanted, plus if I was honest, I like her more as a friend, then a lover."

"Have you got a girlfriend at the moment?"

"Been looking around campus, but nothing that takes my fancy, I seem to be stuck on a specific type of woman, and so my choices are limited."

"That's a shame; maybe you should just find someone to have sex with."

"I can't believe how cool you are about all this, I tell you I'm gay and you try and give me dating advice, what's with that?"

"As I said were friends, we can tell each other anything, you did not shock me really, not about being gay anyway. Hearing it did, but let me tell you a little secret that nobody knows. When I was 16 I was in love with my best friend for 2 years before she left for university and I got married."

"Really?"

"Yes, she was so beautiful and kind; I loved her very much but never had the courage to tell her. In my younger days, gay or lesbian was a term that was still a bit taboo."

"So did you like any other women? Do you think you might be gay, and if so why did you marry dad?"

"I don't know if I am gay, it certainly would point towards that, especially how much I felt about my friend and how little I felt for your father. But life has ways of making choices for us. I met your father, got pregnant, kind of forced into marriage and here we are."

"How were you forced?"

"Bob's parents put enormous pressure on me; they said unless I married Bob and gave his child a decent home, they would take my baby away from me."

"No?"

"Yes, tonight I have thought a lot about the way life has gone for me, and how I just let Bob win most of the time, a part from the time I wanted to work and about protecting you from him. Your father always got his way, but no more, tonight just proved how much I do not deserve such hurt, he pushed me too far."

"Good for you mom. So after we move, do you want help finding a girlfriend?"

"No, I don't think I want to rush into anything just yet, I need some time to adjust to being alone and try and discover who I really am and not what I thought Bob wanted."

"You will never be alone mom, I will always be by your side, no matter what." Now I did cry and smudge my make up and so did Sophie. I stood and pulled Sophie up in a big hug, thanking her. We managed to finish our meal and Sophie took us to the hotel she had booked. It wasn't until we had entered the room that we forgot and important detail. Clothes. We had nothing for tonight and for tomorrow either. Sophie said not to worry, we were both wearing a bra and panties, and she would be happy to get us something to wear in the morning. We both showered and got ready for bed, once we were both settled, my mind still wondered to the question Sophie had asked me. Was I gay?

"What are you thinking about mom?"

"Since you asked me if I was gay, it has been on my mind ever since."

"Well a good indicator is the sex with dad, was it any good? You don't have to answer that, it was a bit personal of me to ask, but just think about that?"

"Well I only ever had sex with Bob, no one else, so no one to compare it to. But I only have had sex with Bob about 5 or 6 times a year, mostly on special occasions, and to be honest, I never once had an orgasm. Basically masturbation was better sex than your father."

"Well either dad is shit in bed or you are gay. What made you go out with him in the first place?"

"I was confused about what to tell Ellie, my best friend, about liking her, then your father asked me out and I thought if I had sex with him, I would forget about Ellie and stop liking her. A bit of a silly thing to do really."

"Not really, you got me."

"Yes I did, and I am extremely glad I have you." I thought about things again before I asked Sophie a personal question.

"You don't have to answer this but how did you know?"

"How did I know what? That I am a lesbian."

"Yes."

"I kissed Stacey."

"That was all it took?"

"I knew I liked Stacey as more than a friend, but I did not understand why. So I asked Stacey and she said I could be gay, like she was. She said a kiss might help to affirm it. She was seducing me and I didn't even know it. But I did kiss her and we were together for over a year."

"So just like that you knew, maybe I should just find a woman and kiss her."

"Maybe you should, if you want you can kiss me?" Now this really did shock me, and if I weren't already sat dead still, I would have frozen. "Sorry, should not have said that." Sophie added. But she had offered and if I knew one thing, I did really want to know. So I had a choice, go to sleep and forget what she said or start doing things for me and take chances in order to be happy. Now that I had my own life to lead, could I really be gay, how important was it to know. Very.

"Sophie." I said as I turned to look at her. "I would like to know, part of me feels guilty for even putting you in this position to test a theory. But could I kiss you to find out." She nodded as she stared into my eyes. That was all it took for me to lean towards her and kiss her full lips. It started out as a simple chaste kiss but it soon built into something I had never experienced before. My tongue of its own accord slipped out between my lips, gaining entrance between Sophie's and into her mouth. And she let me in, she even helped as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Then there were moans, from both of us as we pulled each other closer together. I felt a shock as my exposed skin touched hers; producing a thrill so electric and new that my body shuddered and I moaned loader. My bra covered breasts touching hers. I was experiencing pleasure in a way I had never felt before. I felt so wet between my legs and as I moved closer, my leg moving between her legs, I felt Sophie's arousal as my thigh touched her most intermit area. My lips parted from Sophie's, my eyes closed as I held onto the warmth and arousal I was feeling while I laid against Sophie, even more so when her thigh rubbed against my vagina. I moaned again as I opened my eyes and looked at Sophie, her eyes locking on to mine as she stared back. For anyone else this should have never happened, never gone this far, we were as close as lovers and way beyond the boundary of mother and daughter. Yet for once in my life it felt right. And for once in my life if Sophie let me, I was not going to stop this now and I was going to make love to my daughter, the love of my life, my life blood and precious, my little angel.

"I don't want to stop Sophie."

"I don't want to either Amy." What?

"What?"

"I don't want to be just your daughter anymore, I want to be your lover, before Stacey you were the only woman in my life, and I never loved Stacey because I only loved you. I can't help it, I tried not to feel this way, but everyday when I was at college, all I could think about was you. I love you Amy, I know it is wrong, but I can't help that, please don't stop, if only for tonight, I want to make love to you, at least once."

"I feel that way too Sophie, when you came down the stairs tonight, I know now that I was aroused, you are the only woman I have ever loved, even more than my friend at school. I need this too, and I will never stop. I love you my little angel." She smiled as I rejoined our lips together and started a journey together, that for now would not stop for a long time, I hoped. We moved against each other, our thighs still held against each others center. Stimulating each other, but Sophie needed more contact as she unhooked my bra.

"You are so beautiful Amy, stunning, dad was a total fool." She said as she removed my bra and leaned in to suckle on my nipples, it was another new exciting feeling, I was now beginning to increase my movements, as I rubbed my self harder and faster against her thigh, then Sophie stopped me as she moved me onto my back. She removed her own bra, hers were so pert, small but perfect for her body. If I wasn't so lost in the arousal and the need to orgasm soon, I would have sucked them for hours. She pulled back the blanket that still partly covered us and she managed to slip her panties off. "Look at me Amy." I did, as I stared at her vagina. There was a bedside light on, and in the light I could see her bare pussy and the wetness as it glistened. "I am so wet for you; my pussy has never been so wet." God her voice was so deep and sexy, it sent a shiver down my spine. She slipped her fingers inside he pussy and then offered me her coated fingers. This was Sophie, this was just her. I lifted myself onto my elbows as I moved forward as best as I could to take her fingers into my mouth. I moaned and closed my eyes as I tasted her. It was an acquired taste, which I most definitely acquired. After I finished I said.

"You taste wonderful, I am definitely gay."

"Well soon you can have more, but for now I need to taste you too." And she removed my panties, she looked for a moment, I did not let my pubic hair grow too much, but enough so there was at least a bush there. But Sophie did not seem to mind and dove right in. Within seconds I was a goner, once I felt her mouth and tongue in my most private area, she had me. I moaned loudly as I fell back on to the bed my eyes closed. I was so close as her tongue licked around my pussy and then inside. Her thumb was stimulating me as my moans grew louder.

"Oh Sophie, oh my baby, my little angel, please suck me, on my clitoris." And she did, and for the first time ever I cursed in front of my children. "Oh fuck me, Sophieeeee." I screamed as I finally had my first orgasm, produced by another. She kept licking and sucking until I had another before I was too sensitive for her to continue and I stopped her. She crawled up my body and kissed me, my juices on her mouth, I did not mind what it was I just wanted her naked against me.

"Did you enjoy that Amy?"

"God yes, I want more."

"Only the first one is for free, but the second I need something in return. So if you don't mind?" I opened my eyes at a smiling, little devil. I pushed Sophie on to her back and started kissing her with gusto. My tongue taking delight in her tongue, mouth, teeth and lips. Before I moved down to suck on her pert little breasts. The nipples were already hard and erect as I started to ravage them, sucking and biting, I had never felt more aroused. I moved downwards towards her center, to her essence. Even if I had not done this before I knew what to do, I kissed down slowly, a little nibble on her clitoris, before I moved to her slit. I stuck my tongue out and licked all the way up to her clit, hard rough and very slow, it drove her a little mad as she tried to force my tongue into her. I held her body down as I began to lick fast and harder, my jaw began to ache, so I used my fingers instead. Two went into her pussy searching, moving until her moan told me I had found what I was looking for. Then I used my index finger to stimulate her clit, but then I had to suck her clit. So I put my mouth around her clit and sucked it between my teeth before gently biting it, my fingers moved faster inside her as her lower body moved harder against my face. Until she screamed. "Oh fuck mom, aaahhhhhhh." Her orgasm made her body shudder. After she had calmed, I crawled back up to her and kissed her gently before resting my head on her shoulder, Sophie holding me close.

"Love you Sophie, sweet dreams."

"Love you too Amy, and I will." And with that we slept with not a care in the world.

The next morning I awoke alone I lifted my head up and spotted Sophie rocking on a chair in the corner she seemed really upset.

"Sophie what's the matter?"

"You hate me now, I ruined it."

"Ruined what?"

"Us, our relationship."

"No you didn't, I love you, I do not regret what we did last night, and in fact I loved it so much I want you back in this bed to continue where we left off." She stopped and looked at me seriously.

"What, do you mean you want to have sex with me again?"

"Yes, well I would rather call it making love, but yes I would like to do more of it, with you, now." And I patted the bed beside me. She undressed and got in bed with me, then kissed me hard, wrapping me tightly in her arms. "Baby I am not going any where, so don't worry." And returned her kiss gently as I moved on top of her. I slid my hands down her body and dipped them into her pussy, she was not quite wet as last night but I would get her dripping soon enough. She moaned into my mouth as my fingers moved in and out, as she became more aroused and wetter, I slipped a third finger in. She moved me to my side and removed her lips from mine as she looked in my eyes.

"I want you to see me cum, I want you to watch what you do to me. I want to see you as well." Her hand moved between ours bodies as her fingers found the inside of my pussy, her palm rubbing my clit; I did the same to her as we built into a rhythm. Soon my eyes were trying to close, but we both tried hard to keep them open. I watched the expressions on her face as we both built closer and closer to the edge, until we both screamed each others name. Then we rested and share a sweet kiss.

"So maybe I should get dressed and see about getting us some clothes."

"No, I think I have a better idea. Let's go to my office first and file for divorce, adding that we were both too scared to go home and had to stay in a hotel for the night, dressed like this. Then we will head home, your dad should be at work getting fired right about now."

"Ok, but you want to take a shower first?"

"Ok, you want to go first?"

"Actually I was thinking that we might have one together?"

"I have never done that before."

"Well let me tell you, that you will love to share a shower with someone who really, really loves you." And I did.

I got my divorce and even though it did not matter, Harry got proof of the affair, security camera in his home. So I got a nice little settlement, nothing much but enough to pay for a deposit on a new house. He and Bob Jnr were both sacked. One for improper behaviour the other for stealing. Because Sophie had decided to study to be a doctor, she had many years of study, so I moved us both to live about 5 miles from her college. A nice little 2 bedroom apartment.

Five years later, we are still together. We originally decided after the first few months, just before Sophie started her second year of college, that it would be wrong for us to not find real suitable partners. We each tried several times and no matter who or how long we stayed with someone, we realised more and more each time, that we loved each other too much that it hurt us both to be with other people. I was worried because I was 20 years older than Sophie, but she did not mind at all about that, she loved me for who I am, my age was not even a consideration, just the person. Even with the circumstances, that we were mother and daughter, nobody knew or guessed, so people accepted us as a proper couple. I got a job as a lawyer easily so I had something to do while Sophie studied. I don't know what will happen to us once Sophie finally becomes a full doctor, or whether what we have will end or if we find someone else. But I am happy, the sex is great, I love sharing toys with her and I have learnt a lot about life from her and about just living it. So I just say, what the hell, as long as you are happy, who gives a fuck, it's not up to anyone else how we live. I love my little Angel.