Ginger McCoy was every parents dream come true. She was beautiful, intelligent and a straight A student all the way thru school. She was 18 and president of the high school student body. From the time she was 9 years old, Ginger had wanted to go to college to become a lawyer. But recently, her parents had been fighting alot so she wasn't quite sure if college would be in her immediate future plans or not.
On the eve of her high school graduation, Ginger's mom had called the house and said she would be working extremely late and would not be home until at least 3 or 4 a.m. So Ginger took the message, told her mother that she loved her and hung up the phone.
"Daddy?" said Ginger as she walked into the living room, "That was mom on the phone, she said she won't be home until at least 3 or 4 a.m., she's working late."
"Yeah I bet she's "working", said David, Ginger's father as he flipped thru the channels on t.v.
Ginger had known for a long time that things weren't right with her parents, but it really seemed to be taking its toll on David.
"Daddy, I'm going upstairs to lay out my graduation gown for tomorrow, do you need anything before I go?" she asked.
"Stay here and keep Daddy company, baby," he said, turning off the tv and tossing the remote across the room to another chair.
"Sure, Daddy," said Ginger, taking a seat next to her father.
The father and daughter sat there speechless for several minutes until David finally broke the silence.
"My little girl is graduating high school tomorrow," he said, stroking her long red hair.
Ginger's face began to burn with embarrassment, "Daddy, jeez, it's not THAT big of a deal."
"Oh, you're wrong, baby, it IS THAT big of a deal," he answered, "I've watched you go from a baby in diapers to a geeky early teenager and now to a gorgeous young woman."
Ginger crossed her legs and began looking around the room, "So, Daddy, what shall we do for dinner?"
David just sat there with a blank look on his face, "I don't know, I'm not really hungry. We can order pizza, if you like."
"Sounds good," she answered, "Extra cheese and pepperoni?"
"You know it," said David, smiling and watching Ginger walk into the kitchen.
For weeks, David had been emotionally withdrawn, he couldn't shake the feeling that his wife was fucking around, but he had no clue who it was. Lately she was "working" late and going in on her days off, and forgetting important things. Then when she was home, they were miles apart, often spending hours without exchanging a single word.
"They'll be here in 45 minutes, Daddy," said Ginger, jerking David from his thoughts.
"What?, Oh, ok, thanks baby," he said.
Ginger took her place on the couch next to her father again, she could tell he had been thinking about her mother. His eyes were so sad, yet so angry. She wished there was something she could do to bring her father out of this slump.
"Daddy, don't be sad, maybe there's some way you and mom can work this out," she said, placing her hand on her father's leg.
"I doubt that, your mother's fucking around, baby, I can feel it," he answered.
"Don't say that, Daddy," she whispered, slowly rubbing the warm jean material from her father's pants.
David looked into his daughter's eyes, she seemed so sure of herself and so sympathetic to him. She looked so beautiful at that moment. The light from the table lamp was highlighting her gorgeous red hair and her eyes seem to have a different look to them tonight. Before he knew what he was doing, David leaned in and kissed his beautiful, seductive daughter.
Ginger was surprised, at first, but did not make any moves to try to stop her father. Instead, she continued rubbing his leg, eventually moving her hand to the large bulge that had now popped up behind his zipper. The pair each moaned into the sinful kiss as David brought his hand down and gently began massaging his daughter's breast.
Ginger kissed her father harder, feeling her body tingle and her panties slowly become moist.
After a few minutes, they ended their kiss, both of their hands remained exactly where they were.
"God help me, Ginger, I need you baby," he whispered, staring into her eyes.
"I know, Daddy," she responded, slowly getting up from the couch and taking her father's hand, "Come with me."