Since the semester began three weeks ago, I haven't seen my dad. My parents' house was a 90-minute car drive away -- close enough to consider a spur-of-the-moment trip every now and then, but too far to do it too often. Classwork was keeping me really busy, too.
Also keeping me busy was the fact that I had not one, but two, casual girlfriends. One was Hedda, the blonde older woman I'd met at my friend's baby shower. She had invited me to her apartment for drinks and to "discuss an internship at her company," but after about an hour and couple of gin and tonics, she had put her hand on my upper thigh with one hand and stroked my hair with the other.
The other was Casey, a perky little brunette freshman I met while volunteering at a food pantry.
My sex life had gotten so much better since Daddy helped me get into perfect shape. I got attention every where I went, especially from men, of course. Little did they know that the only man in my life was my Daddy. Even though I had, I thought, an ordinary face, my tight fit body, high firm breasts, and thick red hair were attention magnets.
I told Daddy about my girlfriends, and he loved hearing about the details. "Hedda loves to make me cum by tonguing my ass and very very gently tapping my clit with her finger," I told him. About Casey, he loved to hear about her insistence on her innocence, about how she'd call me and say, "I'm not a slut but god, Kellie, I want to touch you again." And about how she became incrementally less shy the more aroused she got. And about how we'd 69 and two hours would go by. And about how, as good as that was, I could have used a really nice deep dicking at the end of it.
Daddy and I thought of an excuse for him to visit for the third weekend of the semester -- but Mom ended up tagging along, so it turned into an excruciating visit, having him there but not being able to touch him, except for sucking him off in the car on Sunday morning on the pretext of the two of us going jogging while Mom slept in. He came in my wet mouth while he fingered my pink asshole. But I needed more.
We decided that he would call in sick on Wednesday, drive to the apartment I shared with two roommates, and take me to a hotel. I would skip class. When I heard his footsteps come up the stairs to our front door, my roommates had left for three hours of morning classes just fifteen minutes before. Dad had gotten up early to come and fuck me silly. This was going to be good.
I opened the door, and looked up into his deep blue eyes and smiled. I was slightly shaking all over from the excitement and for a moment we just sat there looking at each other, grinning. I was wearing a tight pink chemise and little striped cotton panties -- i hadn't expected him so soon. He was wearing clothes he'd wear to work - nylon workout pants and jacket top.
He told me I looked amazing. And indicated that he was ready to go - but I grabbed his wrist. "No," I said. "Here."
"But your roommates -- "
"In class. Gone, three-four hours. At least." I couldn't even talk in complete sentences. "Fuck me on my bed."
We had to pass through the living room on the way to my room, and as we passed the sofa, he pushed me onto it, my knees on the seats. His hands yanked down my panties. "I'll fuck you on your bed - but I want to eat your pussy on your sofa first."
