This is my first attempt at writing something for Literotica so any constructive feedback would be appreciated - just please be kind, I'm learning as I go!
Chapter 2
"What are we watching for movie night tonight Daddy. I chose last week, it's your turn. Urgh, this hangover is kicking my arse."
Olivia was struggling to manage some toast after another late night.
"It's Freshers week sweetheart. I assumed you'd want to skip this week as you'd have a better option than sitting in with your Dad."
"Absolutely not Daddy. The whole point of movie night is we both keep it free so we have proper Daddy Daughter time at least one night a week. And if I'm honest I think it would be good for me to take a midweek break. I don't think I can handle the pace." The toast remained uneaten as she tried some sugary tea. "Maybe best I lay off the wine too if you don't mind. I might go back to bed for a teeny weeny nap if that's ok... 8pm then?"
Shep smiled as she hauled herself slowly back up the stairs. He remembered how a killer hangover and 3 hours sleep felt.
The week since the last movie night had passed without much incident for him, and he expected it had gone in a blur for Olivia.
He had taken his daughter shopping for student essentials the next morning, mainly a top of the range laptop and lots of cute stationary. They had lunch in town and with every hour spent together they relaxed more and in each other's company. They shared a similar silly sense of humour, a love of people watching and two very over active imaginations so lunch was fun as they tried to outdo each other in making up outlandish backstories for their fellow dinners and passers-by. Then she hit the shops in the afternoon while he pottered around second hand bookshops and his favourite coffee shop. He had suggested she travel light up from London, and he'd pay for her to get some new clothes rather than pack everything she needed.
After her outfit last night Shep secretly wanted to see what his daughter chose but trailing around after her would surely seem creepy and was never part of the deal. Then that evening the carnage that was Freshers week began, with Olivia meeting a school friend who was also about to start first year, but at one of the city's universities, for "a couple of drinks" that went on to around 4am. In the following days Shep barely saw his daughter as she slept most of the day and partied most of the night while attending a few induction sessions at the Conservatoire.
He did notice her going out outfits were surprisingly casual, almost conservative. Jeans and band t shirt a seemed her default, or denim high waisted shorts that were tight and showed off her dancers legs nicely but covered everything else. The dancewear she practically lived in during the day were probably her sexiest outfits, crop tops and leggings and Shep couldn't resist stealing glances at his daughters slender, toned body in tight lycra. But nothing overtly sexy, nothing that even a strict Dad could complain about.
Whenever she went out she did pop her head round the door to wherever he was with a smile and cheery, "I'm heading out, I'll be home by... (always an underestimate by a good few hours), Love You Daddy". The "love you" was thrown out casually, like she was saying "later loser". But she said the words. Every time. And every time Shep said it back it made him smile. But what was the "Daddy" thing? That was new. But she said it casually and frequently enough that he stopped thinking about it, and assumed she meant it in a gently mocking, if affectionate, way.
Olivia
She woke early evening, hangover having eased but still feeling rubbish. She had planned to wear a different satin PJ set tonight but didn't feel she could pull off glamorous sex kitten vibe feeling this wretched. Daddy had told her he had kept all her clothes from before, freshly washed for her to go through, keep anything that might still fit or had sentimental value and he would recycle or donate the rest. A plan began to form and after a quick rummage through the vacuum packs in her old bedroom drawer she found what she was looking for...
She squeezed herself into the little romper playsuit now maybe two sizes too small. It covered everything and showed nothing, not a hint of cleavage even if she left the top two buttons undone, her asscheeks were covered (just) but it clung to her like a second skin, hugging every slender curve. Her ass looked good she thought, not anywhere near as phat as she'd like but cute and pert. Spankable? She hoped so. She even didn't hate how her flat chest looked, the tight material hugged under her tits so it showed two small but clearly defined beasts. Then, the piéce de resistance. The playsuit clung tightly to her thighs and cunny, her mons on show above her thigh gap. One little tug, and viola! a cute little cameltoe appeared, her little pussy clearly outlined against the tight, thin romper. Perfect. She had worried about Daddy still seeing her as a little girl. Last week's elegant set should have helped shift that perception, and while this outfit was undoubtedly youthful and girly, a good view of her cunny should keep Daddy in exactly the headspace she wanted.
