This is for 'Daddy's Baby Girl'... she knows who she is...
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Where do I begin? The obvious place would be the beginning, wouldn't it? Of course it would.
Sarah is my daughter. Her mother and I and I were pretty young when we married; we divorced when Sarah was six years old, and it's been a roller coaster ride ever since.
Somehow, we managed to avoid a bitter custody battle. The decree states I see her once or twice a week, depending on schedules, every other weekend (not negotiable), two weeks (possibly four) in the summer, and we alternate holidays. The schools where my ex lives stink, so I've been footing a bill for tuition to a private school since she was twelve.
Because of when her birthday is, Sarah was forced to sit out an extra year before finally starting school. Other contributing factors have conspired to ensure she is always the oldest student in her class. She turned eighteen three weeks ago, which makes it a little awkward for her that she's about to start her senior year in high school.
Up until today, she lived with her mother. Late last week, or first part of this week, she and her mother both decided she'd be better off living with me. I'm not really sure what their reasoning is or was, and I don't guess it really matters. The important thing is, my baby girl is with me now.
This new, adventurous chapter in our relationship began with the task of finding a private school that would accept a later enrollment; the schools here suck, too. More than a dozen phone calls and a few favors later, I finally found a school that would accept her; the Julian Hills Girls School. After a little bit of research, I discovered they had a remarkable reputation. I also learned they kept a fairly low profile, most of their student body coming to them based on legacy or recommendations. Sarah would be in good hands there.
What about Sarah? Well, now. She's a handful. She's smart; wicked smart, in fact; straight A's in school and she's demonstrated her ability to talk her way out of just about anything, except with her mother and me. And she's beautiful; wavy brown hair that comes down to her shoulders, with just a bit of kink and curl to it, warm brown eyes you just want to fall into and a smile that just melts you, luscious lips begging to be kissed. And that's above the neck.
The rest of her is a five foot three bundle of sinful innocence on two feet. Sounds like a contradiction in terms, right? Well, Sarah is as sweet and innocent a girl I've ever known, not an impure thought to be found in her head. But, such as is so common to young teenage girls, she has a tight little hard body with beautiful, smooth legs that reach all the way up to her tight little curved ass, a trim waistline and elegant arms that as often as not she folds across her beautiful breasts. Sarah, my beautiful little girl has luscious breasts that would make any man drool; breasts that she often conceals with nothing more than a skimpy bikini top.
The challenge is this; if I see my little girl for the sexy, hot little young lady she's become, you know every other man does, too. The difference between me and them, is I love her and they don't. They just want to fuck her, and I won't.
She's my baby girl. My sweet, innocent Sarah.
My ex-wife thinks I have my work cut out for me. I disagree. I love my daughter. I've longed for the time when she wanted to come live with me, and it finally arrived, though I understand there was some drama leading up to the decision.
She and her mother got into a fight last week. Sarah maintains she's wanted to live with me for a while now. Regardless, her mother and I talked last weekend and came to an understanding. Sarah was going to pack her things and move in with me. So, here we are.
Right now, she's unpacking. I'd forgotten how many clothes a girl can have. I just don't see how...
"I need more closet space." Sarah turned and looked at me. "I don't have nearly enough room for all my clothes, Daddy."
"Well, start by packing down what you don't need based on the seasons, Sweetie," I said. "That's what your mother always did."
"I already do that, Daddy. These are just the clothes for the spring and early summer. I left most of the cold weather stuff at mom's."
"You have more clothes that we didn't bring?"
She nodded.
I inhaled and sighed. "Okay. For now, just, uh... unpack what you can and we'll figure something out tomorrow. In fact, it's getting kinda late. You should probably get ready for bed."
"But, Daddy, it's not even..."
"Don't argue," I said. "It's after eleven, getting close to midnight, and you're not going to sleep in all day tomorrow. We have a lot to do; we've got to get your school uniforms, you have to go to an orientation, we have to get your school supplies. After all, school starts next Monday."
Sarah scowled.
"I'm not happy about starting a new school, Daddy."
I nodded. "Okay. Well, pack everything back up, and we'll just take you back to your mother's in the morning."
Sarah's shoulders sagged.
"No, Daddy. I'll be fine."
I turned and went to my bedroom. If she did indeed have that big a wardrobe, maybe I would have to yield some of my closet space. I certainly had enough, between the closet in my bedroom and the closet in my at-home office. I stepped into my closet, flipped on the light and surveyed the available space. Yeah, I could afford Sarah some space in my closet. She'd just have to prioritize the clothes she wanted to wear, a task made easier by school uniforms.
I clicked off the light and headed for the living room. I made it just into the hall and froze outside Sarah's bedroom. I'd left the bedroom door open, and she had not closed it before starting to undress for bed. She stood there with her back to me wearing nothing but her bra and panties, thin white straps cutting across her upper back, a thin white band hugging her hips, sheer white cloth doing little to conceal her backside.
I watched as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Sarah leaned slightly forward, rolling her shoulders as the thin white straps slid from their perch. She lowered her arms and her bra slid down, dropping from her fingers to the floor. She started to turn to her left and my heart jumped into my throat.
She'd see me watching her! How would I explain that?
But she stopped short, giving me an angled profile view, affording me a shallow glimpse of her ripe, young breast as she shoved fingers into the waistband of her skimpy panties, pushing them down from her hips. I watched as she bent over, pushing the flimsy garment down her legs, her ass thrust backward, her breasts swaying as she finished undressing. And then she stood naked.
When Sarah was little, her mother and I took turns washing her hair and giving her baths. Like a lot of kids, Sarah enjoyed bath time; she enjoyed playing in the water. The last time I'd seen her naked was years ago, when she was still but a child.
Now, as I gazed upon her naked behind and the other delicious contours of her nude form, I admitted to myself that my little girl wasn't so little anymore; she was a beautiful young woman and...
I felt a stirring in my groin as my cock began to harden. I throbbed as I watched Sarah lean forward, her ass pointing straight at me as she picked up a nightgown and pulled it overhead. I walked past her doorway to the living room as I'd originally intended to.
I picked up the magazine I'd started reading through the night before and tried to remember where I'd left off. I found the spot as I heard Sarah go into the bathroom and begin brushing her teeth.
A couple of minutes later, I saw her out of the corner of my eye as she walked into the living room. I looked up as she walked toward me. Her nightgown hung from her shoulders by narrow straps, dropping straight down her body and stopping just below her hips. Two sizeable mounds announced her breasts, punctuated by much smaller dots identifying her nipples.
Sarah walked up to my chair and leaned forward, folding her hands atop one another on the arm as she leaned toward me and kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't help but look down the front of her gown; her breasts hung like succulent, ripe globes of flesh, begging to be suckled. Sarah pulled her lips from my cheek, seemingly oblivious to the fact she was exposing herself to me.
"Can I sit with you, Daddy? For just a few minutes? Please?"
What father can resist a request such as that from his little girl? I nodded as I put away my magazine and opened my arms to receive her.
Sarah crawled into my lap. As she settled herself against me, one of the straps slid from her shoulder and her gown rode up; I found myself staring at her naked shoulder and the partially obscured top of her breast as my hand slid along her upper thigh and brushed her naked hip. Sarah sighed and relaxed against me; I was reminded of the revelation that I found my nubile young daughter attractive as my cock began getting hard again.
She tilted her head up and kissed me on the cheek again. I turned my head to her and found myself looking into her eyes. I kissed her quickly on the lips and hugged her tight as my cock surged. Would she feel it pressing up against her?
As I hugged her and pulled her against me, Sarah seemed to melt into me, and I found my hand higher on her hip as I caressed her, raising her gown, exposing more of her lower body. My hand disappeared under the edge of her nightgown as my fingers traveled up her skin and rested against her waist. I kissed the top of Sarah's head and plowed the fingers of my other hand into her hair, stroking her with love and affection. I pulled my fingers from her hair and gently massaged her neck; my other hand drifted back down to her hip.
