Foreplay: Whilst reading through what I'd written I decided to split it into mini chapters, I hope it helps. Any feedback is appreciated.
Clarification : References to girls and boys within this story are made to distinguish between late teens/ early twenties students and older men and women. All characters are over 18.
1 Addiction
It was a bad habit. She knew that from countless arguments at home but Leah just couldn't quit. She'd tried, by god she'd tried. She knew some boys just didn't want to know her but it was their loss; they could go, Leah thought, and find some girl as sexy and loving as she who didn't smoke. Tough shit. She could remember the day, just after her thirteenth birthday, when she was told, no, cajoled into trying her first cigarette. 'Many teenage girls at least try a smoke in the girls lavvies at school (rest rooms)' she was told by the Happy group - the group that despite teacher intervention persuaded any girl weaker than them that she should follow their example. This made life less than happy for the ones who disobeyed.
Leah's first smoke, her first ciggy - taken by the Happy's from some girl who 'owed' them - made her puke the whole remains of her partly digested lunch into the toilet bowl. Her second smoke made her cough and choke but the third was quite acceptable, helping her chill, making the history lesson less challenging. Somehow from there it developed into a habit, the nicotine easing the challenges of her teenage years.
Daddy, whom she loved and who loved her, was far from happy. Her mother had eventually stopped arguing, stopped withdrawing privileges, given up all hope of combating the relentless tug of the nicotine craves. There was a constant debt to pay, for despite the cheap supplies brought home from Belgium, Spain, Austria and Eastern Europe, hidden from Customs officials, smoking was an expensive habit. The Happys always had affordable supplies but expected money or favours in return, sometimes both. Then, at 18 she discovered a new way to feed her moderate ten a day needs. Other daddies, well mannered, well behaved fathers of her many girl friends, would gladly supply cigs in return for half an hour of her attention. There was always guilt, for she loved her own daddy so much. But nicotine was hard to quit and a few gropes, the odd BJ and even being skillfully licked out by a tongue of one friend's daddy - his wife abhorred anything oral - was an acceptable solution to end hours of craving her next cigarette. Shivers went down her spine, goosebumps appeared from nowhere and a gush of lubrication oozed into her panties whenever she recalled the exquisite pleasure of a skilled tongue. If only her own daddy would.
2 New Home
Chris's car pulled into the small parking space near Leah's home for the Autumn semester. The family hatchback was crammed with stuff that Leah couldn't possibly leave at home. Of course there were clothes, bed linen, a down and feather duvet, TV, laptop and much more. The old but spacious flat was surprisingly cheap compared to many of the major city student accommodations. The early part of Leah's 3 year university course was located at a former polytechnic – although the academic staff would strenuously deny that their lecturing roles were any less important than the top staff at Britain's major universities. The journey had taken a little under two hours, far enough away from home to mean adjusting to a new student life but near enough to come home occasional weekends if Leah got homesick.
Finally the car was unpacked. "Do you have to go so soon daddy?" asked Leah, tears welling up, hugging Chris so tightly that his uncontrollable erection must have been very apparent to her. Her hips were thrust against him in a way that more suited a boyfriend, but it had happened that way many times before, most times well out of sight of her mother. It had happened particularly at times when Leah wanted to borrow money and at those times she found that her daddy wasn't quite as keen to move away.
"I have a couple of hours driving back home," he answered, "But I guess another half hour won't matter." He knew that there was something special between them - it had been that way right from early years. Leah helped him fix the car, if only in a gofer way. At 6 years old she would go for a spanner, or a screwdriver, or a cloth or any other item he needed. At 7 she knew more about a toolbox than a toy box and could make him a perfectly brewed mug of tea. At 8,9,10 she would go for long walks with him and even in those troublesome teenage years her daddy was there to resolve her strops, help with homework and help her realise breaking up with a boyfriend wasn't the end of the world.
"Thank you daddy," she said, hugging him even tighter. He was very much aware of her sex pressing against his leg, her own leg gently massaging his bulge, her heel almost imperceptibly rising and falling. These 'boyfriend' hugs had only started in the last few months, in particular shortly after her 18th birthday when a boyfriend had ditched her. That was the first time she had purposely rubbed herself against him and he'd had to pull away. Ruth, his wife and Leah's mother had only been a matter of feet away, albeit immersed in a televised drama. On that evening Leah had been wearing a similar short, loose skirt to the one she had on now. His own rather tight fitting (he really needed to lose weight) summer trousers leaving his daughter in no doubt about which part of his anatomy she'd targeted.
"This has to stop," he whispered in her ear, fully aware of his wife nearby. He pulled away. He patted and squeezed her perfectly rounded rump to try to convey he wasn't disinterested, but felt guilty about reacting to her attention. He could have allowed her to continue pressing herself against his bulge. He could have allowed his hands to cup her butt cheeks underneath her skirt. He could have allowed his mouth to relax and let his tongue play games with hers but he didn't. Instead he chided her and walked away into the adjoining kitchen.
"But daddy, it's only a hug," she answered, feigning disapproval.
"I'm your father," he reminded her, "Not your boyfriend."
"But if you enjoy hugs and I enjoy hugging you, well surely it's OK."
"But this," he pointed to the very prominent bulge in his pants with notes of frustration and anger in his voice, "Isn't OK." Frustration and anger masked his guilt. This was no means the first time Leah had tried.
There, that day, in the student house living area and many miles away from Ruth, Leah made no attempt to disguise her frustration, even sitting on the well worn armchair in a pose that never attempted to hide the peek of her panties under her very short skirt.
Chris felt uncomfortable, trying very hard to ignore the damp patch where his daughter's inbuilt lubrication had soaked through the pale green material covering her pussy lips. He glanced yet again, unable to resist the temptation. The pale green gradually darkened, leaving him in no doubt that Leah was as aroused as him.
3 Daddy's Dilemma
He reviewed the situation during the lonely drive home. Why was he so scared of submitting to his daughter's advances? Illegal, immoral? That was the hard line. Unacceptable? To who? To Ruth of course. It didn't take Leah to complain, and she probably never would - a friend, a neighbour or any one of many other innocent observers need only make one ill-timed remark and Chris might end up knee deep in shit. He shook his head, put the car air-con on full and tried once more to reason it out.
A prolonged hug and kiss wasn't out of the range of normal parent responsibilities but if only Leah didn't smoke. He hated smokers breath - had done ever since his own days of kissing girls whilst in his teens and Leah's habit could well be a plausible reason to stop this in its tracks. Period. Refreshed by the cool air he tried to concentrate on the drive home. He stopped at the services, mulled over an over-expensive double espresso, took a piss and washed his face with cold water. Refreshed and invigorated he arrived home in an improved state of mind.
"How did it go?" asked Ruth.
"As expected," Chris replied, "I helped her unpack, waited till she'd introduced herself to the three other girls and after a long, tearful hug I left her to begin her prolonged stay away from home." That was true, but he omitted the previous hour, an uncomfortable hour wrestling with his conscience. He could have given in, let his daughter - his only daughter - hump his leg, rub him off with her own, kiss him until his brain just melted, seduce him. His 19 year old daughter SEDUCE him? What the hell. By the time the autumn semester was under way Leah would have a boyfriend and her daddy would be relegated.
He hoped.
4 Giving It Up
Within days of the autumn semester beginning there was a meeting called. The university had a strict No Smoking policy and 'every help will be given to students committed to quitting' leaflets were posted on every notice board.
The options given at the well attended meeting were free NHS help of counselling together with nicotine patches and the alterative therapies of acupuncture and hypnotherapy.
"Of the three options," summarised the speaker after some lengthy pros and cons, "The NHS option is free and has a good success rate and hypnotherapy, though with a charge, has also helped students to settle into their new environment. Acupuncture is a centuries old therapy, though introduced to us last year and the cost can be negotiated." The speaker went on to say, however, that the NHS option included being registered with a local medical practitioner and a waiting list, currently around 3 months. There was a chance to speak with university staff afterwards, over a cup of coffee. The hypnotherapist would be visiting the following week and he offered a simple induction, free of charge, to test the suitability of his services.
