Melody pulled into the driveway of her home, a home she loved, a home that was given to her by her "adoptive" family when she was a young girl. She was lucky, having a best friend in Danielle; she was as close to her as a sister. When she was ten-years-old she came over after school to do homework and have dinner with her best friend's family. Her life was changed for the better. Better wasn't a strong enough word. There wasn't one.
She parked her car and sat back in her seat listening to the classic rock blaring from the stereo. She let out a deep breath as the rain poured down, splattering on the windshield and then pushed away by the wipers.
Melody had not been home since Christmas and now it was late in the spring semester of her senior year of college. She smiled thinking of her daddy and the look on his face the last time she surprised him with a visit. This time was going to be exceptional. She knew it would be.
She flipped down the visor and nudged the flap hiding the mirror. Melody checked her soft gray eye makeup that made her violet eyes stand out even more. She then applied a fresh layer of shimmery pink lip-gloss and then rubbed her lips together. She smiled a wide bright smile, making sure she didn't get any on her teeth.
Melody ran a brush through her long black hair that framed her chest with a few tasteful pink highlights throughout. She put the brush in the console then turned off the car. She grabbed her pink and white polka dot umbrella from the floorboard and slung her handbag over her shoulder.
She stepped onto the puddle filled driveway in her spiked black pumps. An enduring clap of thunder brought Melody hurrying to the door, splashing water along the way.
She went up three stairs onto the wrap around porch. Melody shook her umbrella and closed it up, leaving it by the door to dry. She slid her house key into the lock and opened the large cherry door.
"Daddy, are you home?" she called out, as she stepped into the foyer, closing the door behind her.
"Melody! Is that you?" James yelled with glee, hurrying downstairs from his home office.
She smiled big as he flew down the stairs, huffing slightly on the way. He had put on a few more than a couple pounds from the comfort of marriage, but he held it well in his tall figure. His hair had more salt than pepper than he would like to admit, but he was handsome as ever to Melody.
He quickly looked at her before wrapping his arms around his sweet girl. The ultra slutty outfit she wore took him back a bit, but his eyes didn't mind. She usually dressed more conservatively, not like the straight-laced employees at his office, but never like this.
Melody opened her arms for him and he wrapped his around her toned body, squeezing her with a tight bear hug, bringing her feet off the floor. Melody squealed giddily and playfully kicked her heels in the air.
"Oh, how I've missed you, baby girl," James said as he embraced her, and then slowly let her down.
Her feet met the floor again and Melody beamed up at him, "I've missed you too, Daddy."
James kissed her soft cheek before stepping away, "You had a long drive, need something to drink?" he asked, hoping she would ask for something stronger than soda pop.
"I'd love a beer," she replied, putting her purse down on the credenza in the foyer.
James went to the kitchen as Melody made her way to the living room. He watched her move gracefully from a safe distance as he took time making himself a Colorado Bulldog.
Her body stood out against the cool brown walls of the lounge. Family photos adorned every wall, bringing warmth into the home. The mantle of the large fireplace held the senior pictures of his daughters, his twenty-fifth anniversary portrait taken last year with his wife and snow globes picked up from family vacations.
He ogled her tits in the little pink shirt that strained to contain them. It had a deep v-neck that went down to where her bra line would be. She fluffed the pillows on the sofa, making her cleavage jiggle.
"That skirt, my god, does she realize how men look at her wearing that?" he thought to himself as he eyed the tiny, pleated black mini skirt that stopped miles before the pink tops of her black stockings. The pink back seams drew his eyes down her flawless legs. The Kahlua spilling over the top of his highball glass brought his mind back to reality.
He pushed his horn-rimmed glasses back on his nose as he went to the fridge to get her a beer.
"So, what brings you here for this lovely surprise?" James asked as he crossed from the tile onto the dark stained walnut hardwood floors of the living room.
Melody moved the remotes from the sofa to the coffee table before taking a seat on the cool dark brown leather. Her skirt was so short, her bare ass sat directly on the couch. She crossed her legs tightly to the right.
"Well, as you know, Danielle's birthday is Sunday. I didn't have any classes today, so I decided to take a long weekend and come home to surprise her," she said as she took the beer then sipped it. "She still lives in the Saint Augustine apartments, right?"
"Yes, apartment 342," he said as he looked back and forth between his favorite chair and the sofa, he wanted the best view of her he could get.
Melody patted the cushion next to her; looking up at him with an innocent grin, "Come sit here, Daddy, sit next to me like we used to, watching movies."
James took the seat she suggested and settled onto the sofa next to her. He liked being close to her, maybe too much.
Melody took another sip of beer, and then placed the cold bottle against her bare upper thigh. James' eyes followed, noticing the delicate pink garters that perfectly matched the top of her stockings and the garter belt he was sure she had on under her clothes. Melody noticed his eyes and smiled inwardly.
"Daddy, I just wanted to say thank you, I never properly have," Melody said softly, gently rubbing her fingers up and down the neck of the bottle.
James looked back up to her sweet face and rare violet eyes, "For what, baby?"
"For everything you guys have ever done for me," Melody's hand found his on his thigh and squeezed lightly. "That night when I was here for dinner, I was covered in bruises and you asked me what happened. I told you that my father did it; you hugged me so tight and stroked my hair. I cried and you told me I never had to go back there again."
James opened his mouth to speak, but chose to let her finish. He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.
"You said you would protect me and keep me safe," she smiled softly. "That night changed my life. You are the reason I'm about to graduate. Who knows what would have happened to me if I didn't have you. So, thank you. Thank you, Daddy."
She turned slightly, running her fingers over the collar of his blue polo shirt. Her breasts squeezed together against her other arm, making the neckline of her top come away from her breasts just enough so James could catch sight of the sheer black cup of her demi bra.
