Mia's Daddy began visiting her bedroom the night after her eighteenth birthday which was a month ago. The morning after the first night she chalked it up to some weird dream and she did her best to forget about it. Then he did it again a week later and a week after that.
Now she heard her door open and shut quietly and knew her Daddy was visiting her once more. He was so handsome with all of his thick dark hair beginning to turn silver around the edges. He never hurt her when he came in at night and the truth was she kind of liked this time between just the two of them. She had been so studious all through high school and sheltered on top of that so she barely had any experience with boys. She'd only been kissed twice and the boys her age were kind of sloppy and seemed like they were in a hurry. Her Daddy seemed content to lie with her and touch her tenderly and lovingly.
Mia felt him get into bed with her but she said nothing. She stayed lying on her side and kept her eyes shut and her breathing as even as possible. For some reason it had worked for her to pretend she was asleep. He moved so that he was lying behind her and on his side like she was. They were spooning but he wasn't touching her. Yet. She knew he would because he always did. Sometimes he would just touch her hair or glide his fingers over her cheek. Other times he would lightly rub her butt or stroke his hand up her leg. Last week he touched her breasts and that was incredibly exciting. Daddy was so gentle with her and her body always responded in ways that made her feel equal parts restless, uncertain and excited. It left her wanting to know more.