I never really understood what Ryan saw in my mother. There was no denying that she was beautiful, but they were polar opposites and didn't seem compatible in the least. While he was laid back and easygoing, she was uptight and neurotic. She always seemed to find fault in everything I did. My grades were never good enough, my room was never neat enough, I was never pretty enough. After years of hearing those kinds of things coming from your own mother, you start to believe them. Thankfully, he entered my life when I was seven and defended me from a lot of that. I honestly think that sometimes he purposely drew her negative attention away from me and toward himself. There was no doubt that my life got better after he and my mom started dating. I know that there’s no way I could ever express my appreciation for him being there for me. My protector. My Daddy.

Ryan and my mom got married when I was eight, so we’ve been living as a family for over eleven years now. I just graduated high school a couple of months ago. Last week I found out that I was accepted to my dream college that is 8 whole hours away from how. Part of me was terrified to move so far away. At the same time, I was glad that I finally had a reason to get away from my neurotic mother. I knew that I was really going to miss Ryan, though. I would miss him far more than I would ever miss her.

I was also going to miss my boyfriend. He was really close with his parents and siblings and he didn’t want to move so far away from home. His college of choice was only an hour away from our hometown, close enough to drive back and stay at his parents' house every weekend. Unfortunately, that would put a 7 hour drive between us, and I had no plans to be visiting home except for when the dorms kicked me out over the holidays. The further I could stay away from my mother, the better, even if that meant not seeing Daddy.

Sean and I had been dating since our freshman year of high school. We were each others’ first loves, but I just didn’t see how our relationship was going to work out. There would be too much distance between us, and we would both be busy with school. Mom also told me that she had no plans to support me through college since I picked one so far away, so I would need to get a part-time job once I moved. Last weekend Sean and I talked about what was going to happen to our relationship once that happened. It was not a fun conversation to have, but we both agreed that once this summer was over, so was our relationship. Until then, we were going to continue dating and try to enjoy our last month together as much as we could.

Part of enjoying each other as much as we could meant that we had plans for tonight. Big plans. Plans that both thrilled and terrified me.

Sean and I had never gone all the way before. We had messed around a little, but we were both too afraid to take it any further. Now, with the end of our relationship looming just weeks away, it seemed like the perfect time.

Neither one of us wanted to go off to college as virgins. It made sense for our first times to be with each other. No one better to experience something like that with than someone you love and trust, right?

Tonight, my mother and Daddy were going to be visiting some of her friends that lived about an hour outside of town. If previous visits were any indication, she would be getting sloppy drunk on cheap wine before dinner was over and would pass out in the guest bedroom before 10 p.m. She got even meaner than usual when she was drunk. If she fell asleep, the best thing to do was to let her be. Waking her up would mean incurring her drunken wrath. They usually spent the night at her friend's place to give her a chance to sleep it off and so that he didn't have to carry her drunk ass out to the car, drive her home, and put her to bed at our house.

I told Sean what was up and that this was our perfect opportunity. We usually fooled around in the backseat of his Mustang when he was supposed to be driving me home after our dates. It would be nice to be in a bed for a change. Sean had told his parents that he was going to be staying the night at his best friend’s house. He had never been in any sort of trouble before so his parents didn’t question it for a second.

My nervousness was growing with each passing hour. I wanted everything to be perfect for our first time. This morning I changed the sheets on my bed and tidied my room while I was anxiously waiting for my parents to leave. I was lighting some candles so my room would smell nice when there was a knock on my bedroom door. I opened it to find Daddy standing there.

“Your mom is already in the car, but I wanted to say goodbye before we left.” How typical. She couldn’t even be bothered to say goodbye to her own daughter.

He peeked his head around me and looked into my now neat and tidy bedroom as I nervously shifted my weight from foot to foot.

“Your room looks really nice,” he said. Something I had never heard my mom say, ever. “I like the candles.”

“Thanks!” I said brightly.

“You’re not planning on having company tonight are you?”

“Of course not!” I lied, “I’m just going to stay in my room and watch TV the whole time. The candles just help me feel a little less alone. Besides, can you imagine what my mother would do to me if I had someone over without her permission? I’d never get the chance to go to college. She’d kill me!”

“Yeah, she can be kind of hard to deal with sometimes.” He shook his head. “Anyway, your mom and I will both have our cell phones on if you need to reach us. I left some cash for you downstairs on the kitchen counter so you can order some pizza or Chinese for dinner. We probably won't be home tonight. You know how these little trips with your mother usually go.”

“Thanks, Daddy! I’ll be sure to call you if I need anything.” I stood up on my tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

He pulled me close for a hug. Maybe it was because he held me extra tight, or maybe it was because my hormones were already going nuts because of what I had planned for that night, but this simple hug made my body react like it never had before. My perky little tits were already crushed into his chest when his arm wrapped around my lower back and drew me even closer. I breathed in his scent as deeply as I could. He had been wearing the same cologne for years, and always made me feel safe and comforted. This time, though, it also turned me on.

I felt my nipples perk into tight little buds underneath the thin material of my bra. He buried his nose into my hair and inhaled deeply. He made a soft little noise of pleasure and I felt my panties grow damp. I moved my body against his ever so slightly. Was that my imagination, or was that my Daddy’s cock that I felt pressing into my thigh?

The car horn honked. My lovely mother, without an ounce of patience.

Daddy broke off our embrace and cleared his throat. “I have to go. You know how your mother is.”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “I do.” I hoped that my arousal wasn’t obvious. It was clearly wrong to be turned on from hugging my Daddy.

As he turned to go, I couldn’t resist a look. From the outline of his manhood straining against his jeans, it was clear that our innocent little hug had turned my Daddy on, too.

Sean was supposed to be here at six, so I only had about an hour and a half left. Soon, I wouldn’t be a virgin any longer. I wanted to take a shower and do my hair and makeup before he got here. I undressed in front of the mirror and checked myself out while I was waiting on the water to get hot. Not too bad. My blond hair was just long enough to cover the mounds of my breasts, curling slightly underneath them. My stomach was tight and smooth, my waist was small, and my hips were just big enough to give me some curves. I frowned at the curls of pubic hair between my legs. That's gotta go. I wanted to look sexy for Sean, and from what I could tell boys liked it best when a girl's pussy was as smooth and bare as the day she was born.

I climbed into the shower and let the water cascade down my body. My nerves were starting to get to me and I felt my hands trembling slightly. I washed and conditioned my hair and grabbed my razor and shaving cream. Carefully and slowly, I shaved my mound for the first time. Just this single act seemed rebellious somehow. It made me feel more grown up. My clit was already throbbing before I was finished, and I prayed that I wouldn’t cut myself. With all the blood rushing to that area right now, I would probably bleed to death.

It took far longer to finish shaving than I thought it would. The water was no longer hot by the time I was done. I made sure to get every last stray hair while being very careful not to let the razor slip. I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. I toweled myself off quickly and inspected my handiwork in the mirror. That really does look better. Sexier. The lack of pubic hair had made the area even more sensitive than it was before. I walked across the hall into my bedroom and opened my underwear drawer. Hidden in the very back, there was a matching bra and panty set that I had been saving for this very occasion. It was made of a sheer black material with tiny white polka dots and a white bow right in between my breasts. The panties were thongs, which I usually didn't wear. I slid them on and pulled them up. The fabric rubbing against my freshly shaven pussy was enough to make my clit tingle. I put the bra on and went to my closet to get the rest of my clothes. I selected a scandalously short pink skirt and a white t-shirt that was probably at least two sizes too small. The skin of my tummy was showing in the area between the top of the skirt and the bottom of the shirt. My bra was clearly visible through the shirt. Sean was going to flip.

The doorbell rang. Speak of the devil.

I bounded down the stairs two at the time. I opened the door to find him standing there in a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt. His face lit up when he saw me and he ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair.

“Holy shit, you look amazing!” he said, still grinning.

“Oh, this was just something I had in my closet.” I winked at him and grabbed his hand to pull him inside. He made a move to kiss me on the cheek, but I turned my head so that his lips landed on mine. It was a sweet kiss, the kind that we had shared many times before. His lips were soft and gentle. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

With trembling hands and shaking knees, I led Sean up to my bedroom. We had barely made it through the door before he gently turned me to face him. My heart pounded in my chest as our lips made contact, even though we had kissed a thousand times before. This time was ripe with the promise of what was about to happen, of what we had been waiting for. He pushed up the bottom of my skirt and cupped my ass in his hands, pulling me against him. I parted my lips and his tongue darted in, dancing against mine. I could feel his cock growing thicker and longer, pressing between us. My hands traced the contours of his well-defined abs through his shirt. His hands flew to the hem of my shirt and pulled it upwards over my breasts. I lifted my arms so that he could more easily slip it off. As he was pulled the shirt free of my body, I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I broke our kiss and took a step away from him.

“Do you like my outfit? I’ve been saving it for tonight.” I smiled coyly at him. From the look on his face to the way his jeans were straining to contain his dick, I knew that he liked it. I turned around and gave my ass a little shake. I was enjoying easing him and watching his reactions. I slowly unhooked my bra and let it slither to the floor. He closed the difference between us quickly, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking. I raked my fingers through his hair and let my head fall back as I moaned, consumed by the pleasure of his tongue making circles around my tight little buds. My pussy was getting wetter by the second. I reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it as his mouth continued its delicious assault on my tit. I struggled with his zipper before finally getting my hands to stop shaking long enough to manage getting his pants pulled down. He kicked his jeans off as he began kissing my mouth again, pushing me gently towards my bed.

"Not yet," I said, "I'm enjoying taking my time."

I dropped to my knees on the floor in front of him, smiling up at him as I freed his cock from his boxers. I took only the tip between my lips, sucking gently. He moaned with pleasure when I circled my tongue are the head, paying special attention to the sensitive spot right where the head meets the shaft. I cupped his balls with my other hand as I began fucking him faster with my mouth, taking his cock as deeply as I could without making myself gag. His fingers twisted my nipples and I gasped around his throbbing member. I slid my panties aside and began toying with my clit as I sucked him off. He was getting really excited now, thrusting his hips in tempo to my bobbing. I was getting really excited myself as I rubbed my clit more vigorously, bringing myself closer and closer to the brink.

We were both enjoying ourselves so much that neither one of us heard Daddy let himself into the house and make his way up to the stairs.

"What in the hell is going on here?" he roared.

I was so startled that I accidentally closed my mouth around Sean's cock, making him cry out in pain. I scrambled to grab my shirt, my skirt, anything to cover myself up with and hide my embarrassment. Sean grabbed his jeans from the floor and scurried out of my bedroom and down the stairs, not daring to make eye contact with Daddy. I couldn't blame him. Daddy was extremely pissed off. His face was a furious shade of red and a vein was bulging from his forehead. I couldn't remember ever seeing him so angry before. I couldn't even remember him raising his voice at me before. Quite frankly, he was terrifying. I heard the front door open and close as Sean made his hasty retreat.

Daddy closed the distance between us so fast that I didn't have time to process what was going on until I felt my cheek stinging, not from embarrassment, but from a slap that made my ears ring. I reflexively brought my hand up to my cheek as tears jumped to my eyes.

"Daddy, I'm sorry..." I said with trembling lips, still clutch my shirt protectively to my chest.

"Honestly, I didn't know that you were such a little slut. Do you know how many times I stood up to your mother for you? How often I told her that she was being too hard on you? Maybe she was right all along."

"No, Daddy, that's not true!" His words hurt me more than the slap had.

He grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and shook me so hard that I dropped the shirt that was covering my naked breasts.

"I just walked in and saw you sucking your boyfriend's cock! And you looked like you were enjoying yourself, too, judging my the way you were jamming your fingers into your pussy. Is that what you like to do little girl? Do you like to suck cock?"

I didn't answer, too stunned at hearing my Daddy say those words to be to speak. In spite of how embarrassed I was, was also aware of my pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second. Whereas Sean was gentle and easy with me, Daddy was rough and ferocious. it was sexy to see him like that. I loved it. Rather than try and talk my way out of it, I decided to embrace it and see what happened.

"Maybe I do like it, Daddy." I squared my shoulders, "Do you want to find out how good your little girl is at it?

He froze.