Nicole Pt 01 1

Note to reader - This story will take a couple of chapters. It's all about the buildup :)

I'm not sure where to start so I'll start at the beginning.

The beginning being my daughter Nicole's college graduation ceremony. It was in Florida and I flew down to be there for her. Her mother and I are separated and she's a surgeon with a full plate. One of us had to be there for Nicole's big day.

When I stepped out of the terminal the humidity hit me like a damp blanket. I was overdressed and immediately stepped into the cool air of a small clothes shop to buy something more appropriate. I was in the changing room when Nicole called.

"Hey dad! Where are you?"

I looked in the changing room mirror, a little ashamed at how I was no longer the young man I used to be. I still kept in shape but the days of marathons were behind me.

"I'm here, sweetheart. Just got off the plane and getting some shorts. Maybe a swimsuit."

"Which hotel are you at?"

I told her and she whistled. "Ooooo. Fancy. Wanna meet up for dinner."

I told her that would be perfect, finished with my purchases, and caught an Uber to the hotel. I had a couple of hours to kill so I checked out the hotel's layout, found the indoor and outdoor pools, and the small gym. The graduation ceremony was the next day so I'd have most of the morning to myself before having to get to it.

Nicole texted to tell me we could eat at the hotel's restaurant, but that the next night we would eat somewhere a little fancier. I have to admit I was a little surprised that she'd want to spend her graduation night with me instead of her friends but I wasn't going to complain. It would be nice to catch up with her.

I dressed and made my way to the restaurant on the rooftop a few minutes before Nicole was supposed to show up. I ordered a martini, and watched the entrance for when she arrived.

I didn't expect what happened next.

When the young woman entered the restaurant she immediately caught my eye. She wore a light blue sundress and, when the breeze caught her dirty blonde hair, it rose up to cover her face. God to be young again.

And then the beautiful young woman who'd just caught my eye waved. At me.

It was Nicole.

How could this be her? When did she grow up to be so...

Stunning? No. Gorgeous? No. Sexy? Yes. I was seeing my daughter with new eyes.

I forced a smile and motioned to the seat next to me. The bartender wiped the bar for her, his eyes drifting up and down quickly at her approach. Other heads turned as well. She was captivating.

"Hey dad!" She beamed and kissed my cheek. I blushed, and quickly tried to hide it.

The next hour was spent catching up. We talked about how her mom and I were handling our trial separation and about her own excitement at graduating. While she talked I tried to keep my eyes focused on hers. Every once in a while I would glance at her lips. When she looked away I stole glances at her chest. She was so like her mother. My soon to be ex hated her own breasts and always thought they were too small. I never had a problem with smaller sized breasts. Nicole took after her mom. I fought to stop the thoughts which pushed to enter my mind. Thoughts about Nicole shirtless...

I was awful. The worse father in the world.

Instead of dinner we ordered appetizers. Nicole told me her plans were to stay here in Florida and find work. She wanted to be a therapist. We talked about that and about plans following her graduation ceremony.

"There's a really great italian place near the campus. We should go there! They have the best wine selection. You can teach me about it."

She laid her hand on my arm. Her palm was warm. I shivered just the same.

"Sounds good, sweetheart."

"Maybe we can go swimming afterwards."

"Sure," I stammered. Great. Now I would have to struggle with that as well. Seeing her in a bathing suit.

Later that night I locked the door to the room and found a small bottle of whiskey in the wet bar. My mind replayed the evening. I sipped the drink and told myself that tonight I would go to sleep. No late night masturbating. I was too afraid of the images that might invade my fantasy. Fantasies about Nicole and how she looked... moved... spoke. Since when had she become so... mature? I had never looked at her in any questionable way. I never understood how that could even be a thing with fathers. Not until tonight. Was it because she was a young woman now? Because she looked so much like her mother? Because her eyes sparkled when she talked about her dreams?

Whatever the reason I had to get over it. I would.

When sleep came it was welcome.

The next morning things had gone back to normal. At least at first. When I stepped into the shower I found myself thinking about Nicole. To my horror I found myself becoming aroused. I switched to cold water and refused to go any further with it. It would have been so easy to masturbate but I was too afraid of where the thoughts would go. I wasn't going to do that while thinking about my own daughter!

I arrived at the ceremony early to get a decent seat. There was already a good sized crowd in the stands and I found a spot as close to the front as I could in order to get decent pictures. I couldn't see Nicole in the sea of gowns and caps at the center of it all. When the ceremony started I continued to look for her. Fortunately our last name begins with "B" so I would't have to wait to long before spotting her. So, with camera ready, I settled in and waited.

By the time the announcer reached the end of the "A's" I saw her. There was no mistaking her walk when her row stood up and moved to the aisle. Even from this distance she stood out. I started snapping pictures, knowing I could edit them later, and followed her as she made her way to the stage. She looked so regal... so in charge of herself. So like her mother.

She reached the foot of the stairs leading up onto the stage. When she took the first step I saw the momentary flash of a long white leg... She paused, scanned the crowd, seemed somehow to find me, and waved.

I waved back, my heart in my throat.

"Hey dad! What did you think?"

I finished loading the pictures into my laptop and picked the phone up from where it sat on the desk,

"It was a long ceremony," I laughed. On the screen in front of me was the picture that showed Nicole's long leg as she raised her foot to the stairs. I had zoomed in. She was breathtaking...

"Big graduating class, huh? Way bigger than my high school. Want me to meet you at the restaurant? I'm going to bring my bathing suit just in case we have time for a quick swim."

I shook my head. I was still unsure about the whole "swimming" idea. Another part of me wondered if I would be able to take pictures. No sooner had the thought entered my mind than I pushed it away. What's wrong with me?

We agreed to meet at the restaurant and I spent the remainder of the afternoon walking around and enjoying the sunshine. Dark clouds loomed on the horizon and the weather app indicated a fast moving storm coming through. Just in case it arrived too fast I changed direction and made my way to the restaurant early. An app and some wine shouldn't spoil dinner.

Nicole was already there. She must have had the same idea. I walked into the cool air of the restaurant, did a double-take at the stunner sitting at the bar, and realized, yet again, that it was my daughter. I had to shake my head. I definitely had a type. I just never imagined it would be my own daughter who fit it.

I paid for her drink at the bar and we notified the host that we were ready to sit down.

How can I describe the evening? It was amazing. Nicole and I always had deep conversations, but she had a mind I would fall in love with were she anyone else. I still fought to keep my gaze at eye level, especially after we were halfway through the bottle of wine and, it seemed to me, she was enjoying herself as much as I did. The conversation took one unforeseen turn when she joked about how much her roommate was a going to be jealous of our 'date'.

"In what way?" I asked.

"She's always thought you were gorgeous."

I must have blushed because she laughed. "Seriously," she said. "She's not the only one."

I could have choked on my wine at that. To save me she said ," Remember Carli? My best friend in high school. She had the hots for you too."

My mind drifted back a few years. I remembered Carli very well, but I never imagined she looked at me in any other way than "Nicole's dad".

"Now that you're all flustered, are you ready to go?"

"Sure sweetheart. Anything else you'd like to do?"

"Yep," she beamed. "Let's go swimming."