I heave out a long sigh as I glance over at my watch. Time to head home, I told myself. Having just spent my entire evening studying for my finals at the library, I was exhausted and now ready to leave.

The walk back wasn’t so bad. I was grateful that my stepfather allowed me to stay in his house for the semester. Had he refused, I would have been stuck taking a two-hour ride through hectic public transportation to class. How lucky was I that his house was merely a few blocks away from campus.

I twist the key into the slot, entering the pitch-black space that was now my home. Even after spending a few months here, I still felt like I was a guest. My stepfather divorced my mother shortly before I graduated high school. It was sad to see him go since I had known him for as long as I could remember. He had raised me up as his own and there was no one else I could call daddy but him.

I recalled my early days when I would battle for his attention with my mother. My stepfather always knew how to spoil me. He’d treat me like his princess, always catering to my every need.

I hastily return to my room and wore the flirty red nightgown that he loved. It was a tiny piece of polyester that exposed my thighs and cleavage. I wanted to look special and grab his attention, especially since he was waiting for me. Besides, I had to compensate for arriving home so late already. Since it was Friday, I knew where Daddy was. He was waiting for me upstairs inside his bedroom.

“Courtney?” the man called out impatiently. “That you?” “Yeah, Daddy.”

“We doing this today or what?” “Yep! Just give me a minute.”

He was anxious. The both of us were. I looked at myself in the mirror, making sure I was presentable before rushing out my door and to his room. I wanted some makeup on, but not too much. I didn’t want to appear as eager as he was for our massages.

It started a few weeks ago when I complained to him about the stress I was going through. I was having regular migraines, along with constant stiffness in my shoulders and neck. I told Daddy about my problem because I knew that he did physical work with athletes for a living. I figured he might be able to provide me with some relief from all the pressure I was going through.

That’s when we began holding our sessions late night. Maybe he felt a bit guilty for what he was doing to me. Why else would he insist on massaging me inside his room at night with the blinds down and the doors locked?

It started innocently enough. He would give me my private massages after class, starting out with the muscles I told him were tense, specifically my neck and my shoulders. I could tell he was somewhat conflicted about touching me. A couple times, I’d feel his fingers linger on my body for far longer than usual.

I thought it was cute that he was treating me as a woman and not his baby girl anymore. But it was odd for a man who did this for a living to become shy from just touching my skin. I came to the conclusion that he secretly enjoyed what he was doing to me but deep down, he knew it was wrong to have such feelings about his baby girl.

As time went on, my school grades began to improve. I was doing much better in class, partially because I was feeling better but also because I wanted to continue my nightly sessions with Daddy. If he knew I was still doing poorly in my studies, he might have called off the massages completely.

That being said, I would request more from him each night. This time, I wanted him to touch me in places other than my neck and shoulders. I would lie to him, telling him that my thighs were stiff or my hips were numb, just to get him to touch me there.

Daddy didn’t object. In fact, I think he knew I was lying. He simply did his duty and continued to feel up my body. He didn’t even breathe a word of complaint when I began stripping out of my clothes in front of him.

“So you’ll have better access to my skin,” I told him. “It shouldn’t be a problem. You are my Daddy, after all… It’s not like you haven’t seen this before...”

From then on, our massages became more and more sensual. He grew bolder with each session, touching me in places where he knew he shouldn’t be.

He’d feel up my ass a few times, brush his fingers along the side of my breasts, even graze his thumb along my womanhood.

Like him, I was enjoying myself far too much to say anything. I loved the way his hands felt on my body. I loved the way his massages were becoming anything but professional. And I loved that this was our special little thing, our sultry affair that no one knew about except us.

I forced myself to slow down as I walked down the darkened hallway to Daddy’s room. If he knew how much I was looking forward to his massages, maybe he wouldn’t feel as excited about them as before. Deep inside, the feelings I had for him were wrong. But that didn’t stop me from wanting it to continue.

“Are you ready for your massage tonight?” he spoke softly. His eyes survey me and I can tell that he’s pleased.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I smiled. “I’m more than ready.”

The room was dimly lit and warm. I always wondered why he never just turned on the lights. Was it that he felt so guilty that he would imagine myself as another woman?

I grab the hem of my nightgown and flip it over my body. Daddy use to turn away when I did that. Now, he watches me strip with excitement. From the moment I climb on his bed to the moment I get dressed again, Daddy doesn’t take his eyes off me.

“You’re looking beautiful tonight, Courtney,” he says, watching me as I lay face down on his bed. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day…”

I was happy that he couldn’t see me smirking. There was nothing I loved more than having Daddy praise me. Even if it was something as small as a compliment, my loins would tingle from his kind words.

He takes a moment to gaze upon my naked backside. I shuddered as I imagined what he was thinking. Was he admiring my tight bum? My hour- shaped figure? My long, pale legs? Was Daddy the kind of man who loved a woman with big breasts? Or maybe he was one of those feet people...

Daddy turns around to close the bedroom door. I never understood the reason why he did this but perhaps he just was afraid that someone would catch us in the act. Not that anyone would but maybe it eased his consciousness a little knowing that the two of us had a bit more privacy.

“So your finals is tomorrow, right?” he says, hopping on the bed beside me. “That’s right.”

“Then I guess this will be our last massage. At least for a while… You’ll probably be wanting to return home with your mother after your semester is over…”

“I do miss her. It’s tough being separated from the people you care about.” “I see… I think so too.”

I can hear him spraying oil and kneading his hands as he speaks. Then, he rests his palms firmly on my ass, squeezing and focusing his attention on them. It’s the not first time he’s massaged my bum before but its the first time he’s ever shown an interest in them right off the bat.

It was odd but strangely erotic. He wasn’t just massaging my ass right now.

The way he touched me was as if he was imagining his manhood between my thighs, desperately plowing away and fucking me from behind.

“I’m gonna to miss you, Courtney,” he sighs. “But I’m especially going to miss this body of yours…”