I Need Daddy 1

I laid on my bed feeling frustrated and impatient. I had been working around the house all day, doing chores and I had even started work on another crafting project!

I knew Daddy would be proud of me when he got back from work, but I wanted to talk to him

now

. It was so hard to be patient when I'd already been waiting patiently for days now. I was willing to wait, but he had promised he would come talk to me as soon as he got the chance. He had been busy for most of the week, but tonight he should finally be free to talk, and the anticipation was starting to get to me.

I'd been waiting a few days for this chance to talk to Daddy, but the conversation was about a topic I'd been waiting to discuss for a lot longer than that. Ever since I could remember I'd been somewhat fixated on him. He wasn't my biological father, but he and my mother were married, so I guess he was my stepdad. They'd been together since I was young, though, so he was the only Daddy I ever knew. I loved him and I loved everything about him.

I loved hearing him talk about the things he liked, and I just generally loved spending time with him. I loved how he was so kind, patient, and gentle when he explained things to me. He was sweet and thoughtful and extremely intelligent. He was by far the most fascinating person I'd ever met and I couldn't imagine a life without him in it. He was always supportive and he made me feel like I was the most special girl in the world.

And along with all of that, he was

hot,

too. I loved the way he smiled, the way his hair always looked so soft, how his facial hair framed his face.... I was painfully curious about his body, too. He was fairly thin with a moderately muscular build (and just a bit of extra weight) and he stood several inches taller than me. He had dark brown eyes I could get lost in, and straight, coarse dark hair that was just starting to get grey strands.

Sometimes, like now, I would lay in bed and imagine how it must look when he's having sex with my mom (and I tried not to envy her too much). I had never seen it happening, but I had seen enough of them both to know her huge tits would be bouncing all over, and her long legs might wrap around him. She was just as beautiful as he was, but I'd always been more curious about Daddy. I had rarely if ever considered her sexual appeal, while having sex with Daddy was something I wanted so desperately that I'd already approached him about it once before, when I was younger.

I had tried to tell him how curious I was about his body, how much I wanted to learn from him, but he had just gently turned me down.

"Sweetheart, I love you, and you're beautiful, but I'm not willing to do anything that might hurt you. I know you're growing quickly, but there are some things you just aren't ready for until you're a little older, okay?" he had said.

I had felt devastated, like my world was breaking apart. "When will that be?" I had asked, my voice little more than a sad whimper.

"Let's wait until you're 18, okay? At that point you'll know you're mature enough to make the choices that are right for you," was his reply.

I had wanted to protest but he had just gathered me into a hug. "Later, okay, princess?" he had said gently, and I knew at that point there would be no more discussion until I was 18, so I had determined to wait.

At the time it had seemed like forever, and the waiting seemed to go on for an eternity, but I had gotten there eventually. My eighteenth birthday had been a few days ago and I was excited to finally reach it. There were a lot of things to be excited for when one reached adulthood, but being allowed to have that conversation with Daddy was what I had been looking forward to most.

My family and I celebrated my birthday together. I waited until a while after the start of the party, I pulled him aside when it seemed like the rest of the family had moved on from the celebration. I still remembered the conversation vividly, as if it had just happened a few moments ago.

I had brought him to my room and closed the door, giving us some privacy.

"What would you like to talk about, princess?" he asked, sitting down on the bed beside me.

I hesitated, feeling nervous. "Do you remember what I tried to talk to you about before, Daddy? That you said we could talk about again when I turned 18?"

He scratched his head. "Vaguely, but it was a while ago and I don't want to assume I know what you meant. Can you refresh my memory?"

I sighed. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. "Well... I told you once that I was interested in you. That I... I wanted to try some new things with you. Sexy things," I added, just in case it wasn't clear.

He nodded. "Ah, yes, I guess you did ask about that, didn't you? Is that something you're still interested in, dear?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes, Daddy, very much so."

He smiled slightly, but I wasn't really sure what he was thinking. He looked more apprehensive than I felt, at least. "I see. Well, I guess... that means we can talk about it soon."

"Soon?" I asked, feeling horribly disappointed. "I thought you said when I was 18... It's my birthday, Daddy, I'm 18 now!"

He sighed. "I know, darling. This time it has nothing to do with your maturity or age. I'm just tired after a long day of celebration and an even longer week. I have a lot going on this next week, too, so I probably need to rest soon. But I promise you, I'll make time to talk about it with you as soon as I can."

That had been several days ago and I was feeling so impatient, so ready to talk with him and find out if my long-time dream might finally come true.

I had spent hours waiting now, desperately listening for any signs that he was back home. I'd tried distracting myself, but nothing seemed to be working. Music didn't calm my nerves, stories didn't catch my interest, and watching something bored me to tears. It was starting to seem like nothing could help me unwind the building tension in my mind.

At least not until I heard a door close somewhere in the distance, outside my room, and knew it was probably Daddy finally arriving home. He had said he wouldn't be out too late today, and I was glad he had stayed true to that. I had been worried that he might stay out too late to have time for the conversation. I was still worried he might be too tired, but there was little I could do but wait and see.

I forced myself to wait in my room, to be patient. He had promised to come talk to me as soon as he could, so I trusted that he would.

I had the thought to try to read a lewd story to distract myself while I waited, but I hadn't even gotten the site pulled up when I heard footsteps approaching in the hallway and my heart started racing in my chest. I felt the blood pulsing through my body and the anticipation made my hairs stand on end.

My heart leapt into my throat, making it impossible to say anything in response when I heard a gentle knock on my door.

"Come in," I tried to say, but the words got stuck on their way out, anxiety choking off my reply. Instead, I stood, walked across the room, reached out and pulled the door open.

There he was. He stood in front of me, a casual smile on his face, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners behind his glasses. I resisted the urge to reach out and touch him, to feel my hand on his sturdy chest, to enjoy the way his warm body felt against my open palm.

"Hello, Darling," he said, seeming genuinely pleased to see me as he stood in the hallway by my bedroom door. "How are you doing?"

"Better now that you're here," I said earnestly, and he chuckled.

"I'm sorry I've kept you waiting. You've been a good girl being so patient for me."

"Do I have to be patient any more?" I asked, and I felt a rush of ecstasy when he shook his head.

"No, my dear. If you want to talk, I'm finally available. I know you've been waiting a while, so I wanted to make sure I could give you my full attention for this conversation."

I smiled gratefully up at him, hoping my eyes weren't going to start tearing up. "Thank you, Daddy," I said, trying to keep my feelings buried down, but my eyes betrayed me and tears formed at the corners of my eyes.

"Oh

darling

," he said tenderly, reaching his arms out. "C'mere. I didn't mean to make you cry. This must really be important to you, huh?" he asked, pulling me into a warm, soothing hug.

I felt a bit embarrassed about crying but I leaned into the hug anyway, grateful for the comfort. I really had missed spending time with him, and his touch brought me a sense of serenity I couldn't seem to find anywhere else.

He held me tightly, and it was nice. I felt his arms wrapped around me, holding me close against his body. I tried to ignore the feelings of longing from my body, the aching sense of need between my legs.

Eventually he pulled back from me and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Do you still want to talk now?" he asked, sounding a bit unsure.

I nodded. "Absolutely! Please, yes!" I said, unable to contain my excitement.

He laughed. "Okay, I just wanted to make sure. How about we go into your room and we can talk there?" he suggested, and I nodded.

I backed out of the doorway, into the room, and he followed after me, closing the door lightly behind him. I tried to act casual, as if this weren't the very moment I'd been dreaming about for what seemed like years. I couldn't tell you exactly when it had started, I just knew that the longing had been consuming me for so long that now that we were finally talking about it, I felt like I could just dissolve away and get completely lost in the excitement of the moment.

I sat down on the edge of my bed, up near the head of it, and he made his way over to the bed and joined me, but he sat down at the other end, near the foot of the bed. I was a little disappointed that he didn't choose to sit closer but I knew it was for the best. If he'd been close enough to touch I would have struggled to focus enough to even have the conversation.

"So...," he started, and I thought I detected a hint of caution in his voice. "You're interested in sex."

I nodded. "Yeah, I am, Daddy."

"With me," he said, less of a question than it was a statement.

"Yes, Daddy," I said, feeling my face flushing. "Absolutely."

He nodded thoughtfully back and me and stroked his chin. "Is this something you've been thinking about for long?"

I nodded, unsure if I should say more. "A long while, yeah," I said, and he simply nodded again.

"So- let's back up a little bit. What do you know about sex? What experience do you have?" he asked.

"I know what sex is, at least conceptually. I've seen it before. I know what it looks like, how it works. I'm... less familiar with actually doing it, though. I have touched myself, some, but I haven't had sex with anyone else," I admitted, feeling my face flush even more.

"That's okay, dear," he said kindly. "It's not a problem, I just wanted to know. Have you talked about the risks of sexual contact? The possible consequences?"

I nodded. "Yeah, Mama has talked to me about the risks and stuff. She said there are diseases that you can get, and that you can get pregnant. She also talked about how sex can be very tied up in your emotions, so it's easy for people to get emotionally hurt if things go wrong. But... I guess I don't understand what she means by that," I confessed, and he looked contemplative.

"Hmm. Perhaps we can ask her later to clarify, but I think she means that sex is something you usually do with people you love and care a lot about. It's sharing a very intimate part of you with them. That's not always the case, but most times when people have sex, they feel strongly about each other."

I frowned. "Well, yeah, I get that part. But... what does she mean when things go wrong?"

"Ah, that's the part we'll have to ask her about to be sure. My guess is that she means when people go through breakups, or when someone cheats, in cases of unplanned pregnancies, or other things like those."

I thought about it and slowly nodded. "Well... we don't really have to worry about those, right?"

"Don't we?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Well... I mean... It's not like I can break up with you; you're my Daddy."

"That's part of the problem, sweetie. Wouldn't that make it complicated if we ended up not wanting to be together anymore?"

I shook my head stubbornly. "No, I'll never feel awkward around Daddy."

He didn't look convinced. "What if you end up regretting it?" he asked, his uneasiness palpable in his voice.

If he didn't seem so genuinely concerned I might have giggled at the idea. I had been hoping for this,

dreaming of this

for so long that I couldn't even imagine the idea that I might regret it. "Daddy, I don't think I will, but isn't that what life is? Making choices and taking risks? Deciding what you want and whether or not the risks are worth it? I think... being with you is more than worth the risks," I said, and he smiled, reaching his hand out to me. I took it without a second thought.

"Okay, well, cheating is something we need to talk about. You mother and I are polyamorous; we love each other and other people. So, that's not really an issue, but... I guess we would need to talk about what it would mean for us. Obviously, I'm planning on being with other people sometimes. Is that something that might hurt or upset you?" he asked gently, and I shook my head.

"No, not at all, Daddy. I don't care what you do, really, I just... I want to be with you. Is that okay?" I asked, feeling self-conscious.

"Of course it is, babygirl, come over here," he said, lightly pulling my arm to bring my body closer to his. I allowed it and scooted closer to him, letting him to wrap his arm around my shoulder. "You don't have to be nervous," he said, lightly running a hand through my wavy hair, soothing my frazzled nerves. I felt my body relax at his touch and I leaned against his sturdy, inviting chest.

Oh how nice it was to be touching Daddy, to feel his warmth radiating through his shirt, to feel how solid his body felt after all of my many long nights of fantasizing about what it might feel like. Of course he had hugged me before, but this felt somehow different. He was

holding

me, embracing my body against his and comforting me as we talked about the possibility of being together. Waiting for this moment all day had left me feeling on-edge and stressed, so it was a relief to be able to finally relax a little bit. I took a few deep breaths before looking back up at him. "Okay, Daddy. Thank you, I feel a bit better now. I've been nervous about this for a while."

"Aww, well, there's no need to be afraid," he said. "I promise I'll always to my best to prevent you from being harmed, okay? I love you and I'll always protect you."

"I know, Daddy," I said, smiling brightly at him. "I love you too."

"Heh, you're a sweet girl. I don't want to tell you what you do and don't want, so how about I let you tell me what you want?" he asked, looking at me expectantly.

I felt myself flush. "Daddy... I want to have sex with you. I love you and I trust you, and there's no one like you. I've thought about other people and they just don't excite me the same way. I want

you

, Daddy. I love you," I repeated.

He rubbed his hand up and down my arm, probably trying to soothe me, but it stirred a passion in me instead, making me shiver with desire. He seemed to think this meant I was cold, so he wrapped me up even tighter in his arms and I moaned softly, my body relaxing so much that I felt like I could start to drift to sleep there in his arms. I might have if I weren't so excited at the same time.

"Well, if you're sure that it's something that you want and you're fully aware of the risks, then we can talk about the possibility of it," he said.

"I'm not worried about the risks, Daddy. I'm clean of diseases and you are too, right?" I asked, and he nodded. "Okay, good," I said, pushing on before he could really respond. "If there's no diseases and I'm not going to be hurt by it then... it's just up to if you want it too, right Daddy?"

He considered my question and slowly nodded. "I suppose it is, yeah. What about pregnancy?"

I wanted to tell him how I felt about it, but I was so embarrassed that I didn't know how. I hid my face in his chest again, and I bit my lip as I thought about how to respond. Should I be honest? Should I lie? What could I even say?

He noticed my hesitation. "Can you get on birth control?" he asked.

"What if I don't want to?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"I'm sorry, Darling, I didn't hear that. Can you please say it again?" he asked, and I felt my face turning bright red. I was hesitant to pull back and let him see me, but after a moment of me hesitating he lightly grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed back, just enough that he could look at my face. "Darling?" he inquired when I still didn't respond.

"What if... I don't want to?" I asked again, and he looked confused.

"Oh. Do you mean... because of its side effects? Are there other options you can use? We can always use condoms, too," he added.

"No!" I practically shouted, and he looked surprised at my outburst. "That's not what I mean," I said, and I knew my face had to be the color of a boiled lobster by now. If he noticed, he was polite enough not to mention it.

"I don't understand what you do mean, then, dear. Why don't you want to use birth control?"

I buried my face in my hands, unable to face him when I said it. I would answer his question, but I was too mortified to look at him in as I did.

"What's wrong with getting pregnant?" I asked, trying to keep my voice level. "What if... what if that's what I want?" I asked, and he looked shocked.

"Oh, I guess... I hadn't considered that possibility. Huh. Perhaps that's something I would need to discuss with your mother, then."

I was extremely disappointed at his reaction but I tried to bite down on my frown, to keep my face from showing my feelings. Why didn't he feel excited the way I did? I tried not to dwell on it. Even if he didn't feel the same way... I was still hopeful that we could find a way to be together, which was what I wanted more than anything.

"I'm sorry," I said, worried my shame might consume me. I had been carrying these desires around for so long that they felt like they were inevitable, and being faced with the idea of not being allowed to fulfill them was too terrible to consider. I bit my lip so hard I was sure it would start to bleed soon.

"Darling, you don't have to be sorry. Please. It's not a bad thing, okay? I just... I hadn't thought about that possibility to discuss with her. I already talked with her about the idea of us sleeping together, but I hadn't brought up anything like that, so it's a separate discussion we need to have."

This revelation brought up a series of thoughts and emotions that were hard to get through. At first I was disappointed that I would have to wait for him to talk with her. Then I was horrified when I realized he had already talked to her about my feelings for him. And then... I was a little bit pleased, because I doubted he would have talked to her about it if he weren't also considering it.

"Mama knows?" I asked, and he laughed, a bright laughter that lit my heart up, washing away most of the horror.

"Of course she does, Darling. Do you think there's anything that goes on around here that she doesn't know about? I think she's known what you want for a lot longer than I did. She didn't sound surprised at all when I told her," he said, as if that made it less embarrassing when it actually made it worse.

"Why did you tell her?" I asked, feeling betrayed.

He looked at me, his dark eyes steady, his gaze warm. "My dearest daughter, Aira, I love you and I want little more in the world than to make you happy, but I won't be dishonest with my wife. Besides, she's understanding, so it's not really an issue is it, princess?" he asked, and I sighed, feeling a little miserable.