These quickies are meant to be glimpses into the lives of Daddies who fuck their daughters. I won't be elaborating on, or adding to any of them in the future. You'll surely be left with questions or the desire for more, but I encourage you to use your imagination to fill in the blanks and see where the story takes you.
All characters are 18+
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"The food here is great, you'll love it. Plus, you'll get to meet Ness."
A genuine smile crossed Linda's face. I'd been seeing her for two months and I really liked her. For the first time, after seven years of mourning my late wife, I finally felt ready to move on.
I'd convinced her to have dinner with me at a nearby diner instead of the more upscale restaurants we usually frequented. My daughter, Vanessa was a server and I was a regular on Tuesday nights. Now that she'd started working evenings, I sometimes felt we got more father daughter bonding time in while I ate dinner in her section, than we did at home.
It was a seat yourself kind of place so I led Linda to my usual booth, sliding across the cheap vinyl seat opposite her after she was settled.
"So, what's good here?" Linda asked, grabbing a menu from the end of table where they were always available.
"What are you hungry for?" I let my voice rumble lower than normal and winked when her eyes looked up at me.
She smiled, but shook her head. "You're a goof."
About that time, Vanessa poked her head out from behind the counter. When she found me seated at the table, she smiled. I gave her a subtle chin lift when she held one finger up to let me know she'd be over soon.
"What would you like to drink?" I asked to be prepared.
"Hmmm, that's a tough one. I haven't seen the wine list yet." The corners of her mouth twitched, fighting a grin. "I'll have a Coke for now."
I nodded, watching Ness walk down the row of booths towards me. She stopped to drop off the check to a lone diner and then continued coming closer. Her eyes left mine for a moment, her steps seemed to falter, and her bright smile dimmed. She recovered almost instantly, pasting a look of synthetic happiness on her face as she reached our booth.
"Hey, Dad. I was starting to wonder if we'd see you tonight."
"Sorry I'm a little later than usual. Vanessa, this is Linda, Linda this is my daughter, Vanessa."
The women nodded at each other and exchanged pleasantries, but right away, Vanessa said, "What would you like to drink?"
I was surprised. Normally, my daughter was chatty and borderline nosy. She treated everyone she met like they'd been friends for years. It was something she inherited from her mother. Together, they used to tease me for being dark and broody.
"Uh, we'll have two Cokes, Hun. Thanks."
"No problem."
She spun around so quickly, her blonde pony tail must have whipped around and hit her in the face, but she was briskly walking away, so I couldn't tell.
"Maybe this was a bad idea," Linda whispered.
"No, no, it was an excellent idea. She's probably just had an unusually busy night. Plus, she's been here for almost five hours already."
The excuses fell from my lips even as I looked around the nearly deserted dining room. The single diner was up and paying his check, leaving us and three other occupied tables.
Thankfully, Linda interrupted my thoughts. "I could never be a server. I admire those who have the personality for it."
I laughed. "Me too."
"Did you decide what you want?" Vanessa asked, appearing out of nowhere and setting two full, plastic cups down on the table. She jerked two straws from the half apron at her waist and tossed them down between the cups.
I was too stunned to do anything but stare at the stranger standing in front of me.
"I think I'll try the fish," Linda said a little too cheerfully for the mediocre fish and chips.
"Excellent choice. Dad?"
I shook the fog out of my head and croaked, "Same."
"Great, I'll get that right in for you guys." And then she disappeared again, quickly darting through the swinging doors of the kitchen.
I felt the bite of hot anger start flowing through me. I could understand her acting a little different, maybe nervous or uncertain. Like an idiot, I hadn't warned her I'd be bringing a date in with me. Still, being caught off guard wasn't something that should result in being a downright bitch.
"Hey," Linda said, reaching out too give my hand a squeeze. "Like you said, maybe she's had a tough night. She seemed surprised. Has she seen you with anyone since Rhonda?"
I shook my head. "No, but she's been after me for three years to quit moping around the house and let myself have fun." I huffed out a small laugh. "She even got frustrated with me one day and told me I needed to get laid."
Linda laughed. "Ohhh. So that's what this is." She motioned between the two of us before putting her hand back down on top of mine.
I flipped my palm over and held on to her. "No, that's not what this is."
I couldn't help but smile again, forgetting about my anger, and grateful she was being a good sport about everything.
Inside, my gut was sinking at the memory of what had actually happened after Vanessa yelled at me to 'just fucking get laid already!' And what happened after that.