It was just another Friday night and Dani was in her room, fresh from the shower. She took a few minutes to blow dry her long, blondish-brown hair, and after brushing it, she went into her adjacent bedroom to look at herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door. Still several months before her twentieth birthday, Dani was a slightly chubby girl, but as she viewed her fully bared form in the mirror she approved of what she saw. Yet she had not come by this level of comfort with her natural curves easily.
For so many years she had hated her thick, chunky body. Everything she had was too thick and rounded. She'd thought her ass, thighs and arms were too fat, and her boobs were too small for the rest of her size. Why couldn't she be one of those chubby girls with huge, chubby tits instead of the pert teacup type boobs she had? At least they were firm and pushed out nicely. But all that anguish and doubt was behind her now. She had finally begun to see what Henry saw and her heart overflowed with love for the one man who had spent all these years teaching her how beautiful she was.
It was early in the summer break following her first year at the local community college, and she was already tanned a deep bronze, with her body showing the tan lines left behind by the skimpy bikinis she never dared wearing in the past, not even in front of Henry, her incredibly patient and loving father. But now, at least when there was no one else around, Dani could wear the daringly sexy outfits all the skinny girls got away with. The same ones who had teased her so badly most of her life she just wanted to crawl under a rock and die of shame. She had ended up in tears in her father's warm, loving arms so many times while he soothed her wounded heart and kept telling her how beautiful she was until she finally started to believe him.
As she inspected her naked body in her mirror, Dani had to admit her deeply tanned skin was smooth and supple. Her tits stood out proud and perky, with areolas that were practically the same shade as the rest of her with her tan. Her smoothly waxed pussy mound had a pouty, impudent shape. She started making regular visits to the spa for waxing ever since she caught her dad sneaking peeks at her camel toe out by the pool.
All in all, Dani felt good about the inflated hour glass shape that nature endowed her with, despite the slight roll at her belly, and her oversized thighs and ass. Her father loved what she had and that was all that counted. Being early on a Friday evening, he would be relaxing on the couch waiting for her to come downstairs, already dressed for bed, even though they would spend the night watching romantic movies and cuddling. Snuggling with her daddy had been a tradition for them since she was just a little girl, and no matter how big and curvy Dani got, she would always be her daddy's little girl. Sometimes she even felt butterflies in her tummy when she smiled to herself over the way her dad always made her feel like something special and beautiful.
She caught sight of the way her nipples grew swollen at the thought of being next to her tall, handsome and muscular daddy. More often than not, it made her pussy tingle with warm sensations. This had started a while ago, and only became worse with time. Sometimes, the mere sound of her father's rich voice was enough to send a rush of warmth between her big, smooth, chunky thighs.
As always, wanting to look pretty for her dad, Dani tried on at least six different sleep shirts, comparing the way they draped over the inflated buds of her tits and hung at just the right length around her ass. Tonight she was feeling bold, so she chose the white, tank top style one with large openings for the arms that showed off a hint of side boob when she turned the right way. She didn't bother with panties or a bra, which she hardly ever wore when she was at home anyway. It hung low in the front too. She didn't know if the wide space between her boobs could be called cleavage, but it gave a good idea of their proudly defiant shape.
Giving her long, luxurious hair a final fluff, Dani left her room and went downstairs to find her father right where she was counting on him to be. She caught the way his eyes lit up when he saw her. As usual, he tried to be subtle about the way he took in the sight of her smooth, bronze legs and the nipple erections that were prominently displayed in her top. He was wearing his usual elastic banded shorts and a T shirt that hugged his hard shoulders and chest.
There were snacks on the coffee table, and two glasses of white wine already poured. The way her dad always showed how much he looked forward to their evenings together never failed to make her heart race as she took a seat beside him on the couch. Tonight, she pulled her pudgy legs up onto the cushion and wedged herself under Henry's arm while he held the remote control in his other hand.
Henry turned his head and kissed his loving daughter delicately on the lips. Her nipples ached and she was already wishing for a deeper kiss, but it was still early, and her father always tried so hard to be so proper. She loved that about him but it drove her crazy at the same time. She never saw any of her friends' fathers kiss them on the lips, even if Henry's kisses were quick and chaste. But just the brief touch of his lips on hers was enough to raise her body temperature. It made her feel like he loved her more than her friends' fathers loved them, and that always made her feel special.
"You look especially beautiful tonight, Dani girl," he told her with a smile. He said the same thing every night. Then: "That sleep shirt's a little revealing, though, don't you think?"
"It's comfy, Daddy. And I like how it shows off my tan. Do you like it?"
"Well, you do look adorable in it. But you look adorable in anything."
"You always say that, Daddy," she giggled.
"That's because it's always true."
Most girls might have reason to doubt their fathers' sincerity in telling them they were adorable, but Dani had her own reasons to trust her dad was different and that he meant what he said. It wasn't every girl who got kisses from her dad the way Henry kissed Dani, and the way he would gently stroke her face and hair and gaze into her eyes with so much longing.
Dani's parents had split up when she was five. It had been just her and Daddy on their own ever since. He would date women briefly once in a while, but never for very long. He said it only made him feel distracted and irritable when he missed cuddling his baby girl at home. Dani knew he deserved to be happy and find a woman again, but she couldn't help feeling overjoyed when he chose to be at home with her instead. She didn't trust any other woman to love him as much as she did. If only she could give him everything a man needed. Given half a chance, she knew she would let her dad have anything and everything he ever desired.
They spent some time just talking about their respective days for a while. Henry talked a little about work, most of which he did from home. And he asked Dani about her day, as always. Since she was out of school until September, her day had mainly consisted of trying on different outfits, sunning by the pool in her newest bikini, and a long bout of texting with her friend, René, a new friend from college that Henry hadn't met.
"It's nice you're making new friends at school," Henry said.
"Not like a lot," Dani explained. "But René is awesome. She's like my new best friend."
"That's fabulous, honey."
Dani smiled. Then she explained to her father how she and René hit it off like kindred spirits. They were the same age, and René was a big girl like Dani, and she grew up being teased about it the same way, too. They understood each other and had formed a fast friendship.
