Although I am at university my family home is only two hours drive away, even less by train, so I do get home some weekends. Therefore when my old school friend, Sophie, held her engagement party in the old home town it was natural that I phoned my mum and arranged to go home to sleep in my old room after the party. If mum had not forgotten about that phone call or if she had at least told my dad about it none of what follows would have happened.
The party broke up around 2am and I took a taxi home letting myself in with my own key. I had taken a bit to drink although I was not seriously smashed but I was exhausted and it just seemed too much like hard work to climb the stairs so I went into the lounge and collapsed onto the sofa. The party had been fancy dress so I fell asleep on the sofa still in the school uniform which had been my party costume.
Something woke me a few hours later and I looked up to see a dark shape in the kitchen doorway. I heard my dad's voice saying my name in a slightly groggy, puzzled way. I managed to say "Hi" and he asked me what I was doing there.
I told him about the party and about my phone call to mum which was all news to him and he said that my Gran was ill and Mum was staying with her for a few days. By now he had switched on a table lamp so we had a sort of muted glow by which to see each other and I could not help noticing the bulge in his pyjama trousers. Daddy had been unable to sleep so had come down to the kitchen for a drink and, thinking himself alone in the house, had not bothered with a dressing gown. It was a warm night and his pyjama top was open revealing his lovely hairy chest. Now that we had some light he could see that his daughter was clad in a crumpled short navy skirt, white kneesocks and a badly creased white blouse. This was having an effect on that bulge in his trousers and he had no way of hiding the fact.
I moved lazily from the sofa and put my arms around his neck. I have a theory about dads and daughters; nature automatically makes young girls rehearse their skills in trapping a mate and, when you are small, the only man in your life is Daddy so we all flirt outrageously with our dads. Every girl has experienced that moment when you are squirming on his lap and you feel a hard lump under your bottom so there is a lot more than meets the eye to all this innocent daddy hugging even if we do not really understand what we are doing.
As I leaned into him of course I could feel the rock hard lump and I purred that he seemed pleased to see me. This situation was on the edge and the simplest thing could push it one way or the other. I guess Daddy was a bit vulnerable in that Mum was away, he was still half asleep and he had suddenly been faced with almost every man's fantasy -- a half drunken schoolgirl even though I was 19 at the time.
He said that I didn't need to camp out on the sofa and he asked if I remembered when I used to creep into his bed sometimes just for a cuddle. I don't actually remember the fine detail of what happened next or who said what but I do remember the two of us going into Mum and Dad's bedroom where the duvet had been thrown back to reveal the crumpled sheets. It just seemed natural for me to unzip my skirt and let it fall so that I could step out of it and leave it on the carpet. He was in the bed now and watching me by the light which came into the room from the hall light which we had left on.
