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Smiling as I walk down the hall to my locker, Jenny on one side and Macy on the other. Shared whispers and gossip drift over and around us as we make our way past the throngs of other rushing classmates. Jenny’s elbow pokes my side and her eyes meet mine before leaving quickly and looking in the direction of Greg standing near my locker.

“What do you think he wants?” Jenny whispers in one ear.

“He’s probably going to ask you out again,” says Macy from my other side.

“Think your Dad will let you go this time?” questions Jenny.

Shrugging my shoulders and lifting my chin, my eyes meet Greg’s. He really is one of the most handsome boys in school but I could never go out with him again. Sure I let him take me to prom and we had been to a few movies but there wasn’t any question as to who consumed my heart. My sweet Daddy’s face drifts into my mind, his strong smile always ready on the corner of his lips. Of course my friends did not know about my love for Daddy or his love for me. Understanding the reasons why I cannot tell anyone but hating it with each passing day. Wishing at times I could share with my friends my secret passions and desires. Wondering if they too felt the same strong obsession for their own fathers.

Sighing, “I can’t go out with Greg, I don’t even like him anymore,” I say quickly as justification.

Jenny and Macy both looking at me as if I’d lost my mind. It seemed I was the only girl in school who had ever turned Greg down. Sure he was handsome and popular and captain of the football team. Yes, it was true that he always treated me well and was respectful of my boundaries. For the last few months my friends questioned me constantly as to why I would not go out with him again. So many rumors had spread around our small school as to the possibilities that maybe something had happened on our last date. I answered them all as honestly as I could and simply told everyone that my Daddy had forbidden me to date anyone. It seemed the simplest answer that I could give and yet it still held so much suspicion for everyone.

“Hi,” Greg says as he steps away from my locker.


“Can we talk?” He asks.

“Um, sure. Here?” I ask as I look to Jenny and Macy for help.

“We have to go, see you after class Angel,” says Jenny as her and Macy giggle to themselves and drift off down the hall.

Suddenly the bell rings alerting us to the beginning of the next class, which at this time of day is also the last class. Looking down the hallway both to my right and left I watch all of the late kids scurry to their classrooms. My heart beating slightly in my chest as I think of Mr. Raines and how angry he gets when people are late for class.

“Greg, what do you want?” I ask impatiently.

“Angel, I uh, God this is hard,” he says as he shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“Greg, I’m late for class,” I say as I begin to walk down the hall.

Grabbing my wrist and stopping me he looks pleadingly into my eyes, “Angel please, can we go somewhere and talk?”

“Where Greg? I have class and so do you,” I remind him.

“Angel please it’s important.”

His eyes pleading with me, my heart flutters in pity for him and I cannot resist as I shake my head in assent. Taking my hand he leads me down the hall and through the cafeteria, over to the Shop Hall wing. My heart pounding more quickly in my chest as I realize that I am cutting class. Greg’s fingers tighten on my own as he opens the door leading outside to the student parking lot. Squinting my eyes to shield them from the bright glare of the sun shining down on us I follow him quickly to his car. Unlocking the door and opening it for me I duck inside, hoping against all hope that no teacher looking out the window has spotted us. Leaning over and unlocking Greg’s door as he comes around and climbs inside the car. The smell of freshly treated leather fills my senses as I sit back and he starts the car.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Why don’t we go to the Park, its probably quiet there right now?”

“The Park? Um, couldn’t we go somewhere else?” I ask nervously.

Thoughts of my last visit to the Park with Daddy filling my mind and I look around nervously. My mind floods with memories of our conversation about Greg just a few weeks ago. God what am I doing? Frantically my heart searches for an answer as I hear Daddy’s strong voice telling me that I was his now. My heart filling with love as I drift back over my own words as I told Daddy that I wanted to be his and his only. Why then am I in this car now with Greg? As much as my mind and heart question I do not ask him to stop the car. As hard as my heart pounds in my chest and with a glance in every direction I wonder if Daddy is somehow watching me and yet I still do not tell Greg to stop the car.

“Where would you like to go Angel?” Greg asks pulling me out of my dream like state.

“I don’t know, anywhere, just not the Park,” I answer quickly.

“We can go to my house, my parents casino oyna are at work,” he suggests.

“Fine,” I reply much to quickly.

Not thinking about the implications of going to Greg’s house, only wanting to stay clear of the Park. Never wanting to damage the images in my mind of the night I spent there with Daddy. Turning the corner, the quiet in the car almost deafening as my mind spins with more thoughts of The Park. Remembering the cold steel digging into my fingers with each thrust of Daddy’s cock. The slight sting of my muscles as my pussy stretched and opened around his ever-thickening manhood. Blushing as I squirm on the seat and feel my swollen pussy lips press against my wet panties. Glancing over at Greg, wondering if he can notice just from the look on my face that I am wet with desire at this very moment for my Daddy. Noticing me look at him he smiles before turning his eyes back to the road and taking another turn.

“Greg I think we should go back to school,” I say as unconvincingly.

“Angel please, I just want to talk,” he says with pleading in his eyes.

My heart filling with pity for him once again I silently agree. Turning another corner his house comes into view and I smile slightly when I see that his parents cars are gone. Pulling into the driveway and opening my door as the engine shuts down and I get out of the car. The sun once again streaming down on my long brown hair and I walk quickly up the path to his front door. Unlocking and opening the door he holds it open for me and I step into the cool marble foyer. Having been so long since I’ve been here I take a moment and look around again, taking in the beauty of his home. My slight heels clicking softly on the hard gray and white marble as I walk under the chandelier and towards the foot of the stairs.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asks.

Shaking my head, not wanting any other distractions except to begin this talk he has requested so that I can leave as soon as possible. Lifting my wrist and looking down on my watch I count the time and see I have about an hour before school lets out and I need to head home. Being late for Daddy’s call when I get home from school is unacceptable to him and thus far I have never missed the call.

“Well come on then,” Greg says as he takes my hand and leads me up the staircase and down the hall to his bedroom.

Opening the door and stepping inside I blush again at all the posters of scantily clad women in bikinis and others wearing even less. Covering my mouth to stifle the giggle as I remember his mother telling me once that she just couldn’t understand her son’s obsession with naked women. Pulling the chair away from the desk and sitting down quietly I watch Greg as he takes a seat on his bed. His arms resting over his thighs as he looks up at me.

“Angel why won’t you go out with me anymore?”

“Greg you brought me here to ask me that?” I ask surprised.

“Well I couldn’t get you to talk to me any other way,” he responds quickly almost desperately.

“I can’t go out with you Greg, I can’t go out with anyone.”

Looking into his eyes, my hands in my lap as I twist my fingers together and cross and uncross my ankles. My nervousness becoming more apparent to us both as he sits back further on his bed. Understanding spreads over me as I see what it was that Daddy was talking about when he said I shouldn’t give boys hope by accepting their invitations to the movies and other activities.

“Angel why? You went out with me before, did I do something wrong?”

“No. No you didn’t do anything wrong but my Daddy won’t let me date anyone right now,” I respond again trying to justify my answer.

“But he liked me, I thought your Dad liked me.”

“He did and he still does Greg. I swear it is not you but my Daddy. I’m just not allowed to date anymore.”

Watching him as he stands up from the bed and begins to pace back and forth across his bedroom. My eyes watching his feet and seeing the invisible line of the path he is wearing into the carpet.

“What if I go and talk to your Dad?” He questions.

“No! You can’t do that,” I reply frantically.

“Why? You said he liked me right?”

“Greg you don’t understand. Yes, he likes you but you see, I um, well, I got into trouble and so I’m not allowed to date anyone right now,” I stutter through my reply looking for an answer he will accept.

His pacing stops and he looks at me more intently. The questions light in his eyes and I wonder how I am going to get myself out of this mess now.

“What did you do?” He questions.

“Nothing,” I say quickly not knowing how I will answer him.

“Angel you just said you got into trouble, so what did you do?”

“I don’t know, I um, I broke curfew one night,” saying the first thing that comes to mind.

“Not when you were with me, I always had you home on time.”

“No I wasn’t with you, I um, I was with some of my friends one night and I got home late so he told me I wasn’t slot oyna allowed to go out anymore for a while.”

“For how long?” He asks.

Shaking my head, “I don’t know he didn’t say.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this? Why didn’t you just say it was because of your Dad and breaking curfew? I thought you didn’t like me anymore,” he says as he kneels down by my chair and takes my hands into his own.

Closing my eyes, not wanting to hurt Greg and yet knowing my love for Daddy will always keep me from loving him or anyone else. Slowly I withdraw my hands from Greg’s and stand up.

“Greg, I have to go home now, I can’t be late.”

“Angel, you do still like me don’t you?” he asks as he comes to his feet and looks down into my eyes.

“Greg please, I can’t do this right now.”

“It’s a simple question Angel, do you like me?” He demands.

“You’re my friend and that’s all I want right now,” I respond.

“That’s it? Just friends?”

“That’s all I can do Greg, I’m sorry,” I say as I turn my back and walk out of his bedroom door.

Walking down the stairs with Greg following silently I hear the sound of a car door shutting in the driveway. My heart races as I look back over my shoulder at him, my eyes questioning. Shaking his head he runs down the stairs ahead of me and glances out the window in the foyer.

“It’s my mom,” he says. “Don’t worry I’ll tell her you were sick and I’m taking you home.”

The front door opens and Greg’s mom steps inside the foyer, her eyes looking first at Greg and then at me. Dread fills me as I wonder what she thinks we are doing here in the middle of the day.

“Greg, what are you doing home from school?” she asks as she looks at us both again.

“Sorry mom, Angel wasn’t feeling well and I told her I’d take her home,” he replies as he kisses her cheek lightly.

“Well if you’re taking her home what are you doing here?” She asks suspiciously.

“I just had to stop and get something, we were just on our way out,” he says as he looks at me and we both head out the front door.

“Greg, I want you to come home right after you drop Angel off. Oh and Angel, I do hope you feel better dear,” she calls through the door with icy drips in her tone.

Sliding quickly into the passenger seat and shutting the car door behind me I drop my head. The engine starting and we drive through the circular drive directly in front of the house and I keep my eyes from the windows, not wanting to see if Greg’s mom is watching us.

“Now she thinks we were doing something in there,” I say angrily.

“You know she doesn’t care, she just hates when I miss school,” he replies with the sound of annoyance in his voice.

“Greg, I care. What if she says something to the school? What if she calls them to see if I was really sick?” I ask as paranoia fills me.

“Angel she isn’t going to call anyone. Stop acting stupid.”

“I’m not acting stupid, I just can’t get in anymore trouble,” I say quickly. “Just take me home.”

“We still have time, we can still go to the Park and talk,” he suggests.

“No! No, please just take me home, I want to go home,” I whine.

“Fine, calm down, I’ll take you home.”

My eyes closed and my chin drops tightly against my chest as I endure the silence and we drift quickly over the sunny residential streets to my home. Silently praying and begging to God to endure anything other than my Daddy finding out that I have skipped class. My house coming into view, my heart beats with relief as I see that Daddy’s car is not there. Opening my car door and ignoring his words as he calls out to me, I run to the front door, reaching in my pocket book for my keys and opening the door quickly. Slipping around the door and slamming it behind me as I lean back against it and breathe deeply through my nose. My chest rising and falling quickly with each breath as I listen for Greg’s car as he pulls out of my driveway and drives down the street. My hand still on the knob, my knuckles turning white as I hold it tightly and I lift my chin and call out into the house.

“Daddy, are you home?”

Silence. Sweet relief fills me and I release my tight fingers from the doorknob. Shaking my head as I smile to myself. Knowing how stupid it was for me to call out for Daddy since I did not see his car in the driveway. Taking one small step from the door and looking around the darkened entrance. Glancing at the flowers on the table next to the front door and then turning my head to allow my eyes to take in every part of our home. Nothing has changed since I left the house this morning. Walking quickly away from the door and running up the stairs and to my bedroom where I feel safety awaits me. Closing my bedroom door behind me and kicking off my shoes, the phone startles me. Glancing at the clock and back to the phone I reach it before the third ring.

“Hello?” I say, my voice shaking slightly.

“Angel, how was school?” Asks Daddy. I search his words, his tone, everything for some clue canlı casino siteleri that he knows what I’ve done.

“School? Um, it was fine Daddy,” I say quickly.

“Do you have much homework tonight?”

“No, Daddy not too much,” I reply still searching for some sign from him.

“Good to hear Love, finish it up before I get home and we’ll spend some time together.”

“Yes Daddy,” I say as I hear the phone click in my ear.

Sighing softly I look around my room, my eyes drifting over my bed, my desk, the dresser, the closet, and back to my bed again. The feeling settles over me that I am missing something. Again I look around the room, searching, but for what? Replaying the telephone conversation with Daddy in my mind my eyes light up and I quickly look again. Homework. My books. Dread filling me again as I realize that I left my books in Greg’s car. What am I going to do? How can I possibly finish my homework without my books? Oh why did I go to Greg’s house? Why did I let him take me away from school when I knew that I shouldn’t?

Plopping down onto my bed my hands in my lap, all the possibilities flooding my mind. I could call Greg and have him bring my books by, but what if Daddy comes home early and sees Greg’s car? Oh he would be so angry. I could call Macy or Jenny and have them pick up my books from Greg but what if they are here when Daddy gets home? He’ll ask me questions, he’ll want to know why they are here after school when he is not home. Huffing, I drop my head in worry. What am I going to do? Nothing I can do but keep quiet and hope that Daddy doesn’t realize that I do not have my books with me and ask me any questions.

Getting up from my bed as my heart slowly returns to normal. Removing my skirt and blouse, stockings, panties and bra, I decide to settle myself in a hot bath. Grabbing my robe from the back of my bedroom door and taking my headphones off my dresser as I head out and down the hall. Turning on the hot water and dripping vanilla bubble bath into the tub I take a deep breath and fill my senses with the mild vanilla scent. Slipping my robe from my shoulders and hanging it up on the back of the bathroom door, my headphones still in my hand I step into the hot running water. Slipping into the warmth and lowering myself until my bottom rests against the white porcelain, I lean back deeply.

Calming myself with deep breaths that bring the hot water up over the tips of my nipples and into the valley at the base of my neck. Stretching my right calf and reaching the water knobs with my toes I turn the water off and settle back more comfortably. The bubbles soft and smooth on my skin I press play on the cassette player of my headphones and my favorite group sings in my ears. Closing my eyes and feeling my muscles relax more deeply. Forgetting my frantic thoughts of earlier and skipping school and Daddy finding out, I quietly accept my position.

Sighing softly as I open my thighs and feel the still hot water against my pussy lips. Smiling I let my fingers drift down and spread my puffy lips open to feel the water against my tender insides. Squirming slightly the water laps at my pussy and I delight in the sensations that run through me. Contentment settles through me as I think of my Daddy. Not hearing the knock on the bathroom door, not seeing the bathroom door open and Daddy coming to stand next to the tub. His eyes looking down on me as he watches me push myself in the tub with my toes on the bottom to force the water to lap more quickly at my open pussy. His hand startles me as he reaches down and caresses my face softly with the backs of his knuckles. Letting out a slight gasp and sitting up quickly in the tub, pulling the headphones from my ears I look up at him.

“Hi Daddy,” I say startled.

“Hello Angel, hhmmm what were you doing Love?” He asks as he takes a small step back.

“Nothing Daddy,” I reply looking up into his piercing dark eyes.

“Did you finish your homework?” He asks as he reaches for the soft green towel.

Holding it he motions with his eyes to get out of the tub. Dropping my headphones to the ground as I stand up and the bubbles slide slickly down my naked body.

“Um, yes Daddy. There wasn’t much to do,” I answer.

“Good Love.”

Wrapping the towel around me he eyes my face intently. Taking the towel from him with my own fingers and slowly drying myself. His hands coming up to cup my face and tilt my chin to look up at him.

“Are you feeling alright Angel?” He asks with concern.

“Yes, Daddy I feel fine,” I reply quickly.

“Are you sure Love?” He asks again.

“Daddy I feel fine,” I reply.

“Good. Finish drying off and come to my room,” he says as he walks out of the bathroom door.

Excitement fills me quickly as I hurriedly finish drying myself and slip into my robe. Daddy’s words from our telephone conversation fill me as I remember he said he wanted to spend time with me tonight. A little surprised that he didn’t want dinner first but wanted me quickly in his bedroom. Smiling I hang the wet towel up and walk quickly down the hall to his bedroom, reaching up with my small hand and tapping lightly on the door.

“Come in Angel,” he calls out to me.

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