Virginal 18-year-old Abby wants Daddy to be her first

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Deftly, my fingers rolled across my abdomen, and I silently wished I were different. My shirt dropped as my hands cupped my breasts. I was ashamed of the ’32B’ that was printed on the tags of my bras. I could remember when my chest was completely flat and I stood taller than the boys.

A soft tap at my open door startled me and I whirled around.

“Hey princess,” came a gruff voice in the darkness.

“Daddy!” I called, genuinely happy to see him. Nearly in tears at his homecoming, I ran to his side.

“Ugh,” he groaned as my arms snaked around his waist, hugging him as hard as I could. “I’m happy to see you too, Abby.”

“I didn’t know you were coming home tonight,” I murmured, burying my face in his striped button-down shirt.

He pulled me in close, his protective hands holding my head, and his fingers twisting in my long brunette strands as I quietly sank into his touch. With adoration, my blue eyes gazed up at him in the shadowed doorway.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he said in a tender voice, gently pushing me to arm’s length. He leaned back into the hall and I heard a rustle from a plastic bag. “I got these for you, sweetheart,” he offered, producing a bouquet of a dozen pink roses.

I giggled at the sight, gingerly taking them from him. I hugged the flowers dearly, smelling the sweet fragrance that lifted from the velvet folds. “They’re beautiful, daddy! And they’re my favorite color! Thank you.”

He smiled warmly, watching me treat the gift as if it were a precious gem. It wasn’t until then I noticed his dark goatee was ashen and untrimmed, his brown eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes were wrinkled, holding creases from the long flight he’d just experienced. His body seemed to carry the weight of the world.

“Daddy, you should head to bed,” I ordered sternly, though the command must have been amusing coming from my petite form. At six feet and one inch, dad towered over me by a solid foot and my slim structure paled in comparison to his toned, though not hulking, body.

Exhausted, he nodded. “You’re right, pumpkin. Hop into bed and I’ll tuck you in.” Noticing the flowers still in my hand, he added, “I’ll put your roses in some water for you.”

I reluctantly surrendered my present and then pulled myself into my soft pink sheets.

“Good night, baby,” he whispered while kissing my forehead and pulling the daisy comforter to my chin.

“Good night, daddy,” I said in a low voice as he walked to the door, the pink blossoms dangling from his hand.

“Sleep well, princess. I love you.”

“I love you, too, daddy.”

***** ***** *****

The warm sun cascaded through my powdered curtains; I awoke with a smile, still giddy that daddy was home. I dressed with purpose, carefully picking out my day’s attire.

I wanted to wear something pretty to highlight the good mood I was in. I chose a new skirt I’d bought last week; it fell to my knee and was mostly green with a bright yellow flower that decorated the hem. I paired it with a long sleeve, pale gold blouse that tightly laced at the sides. Heeled brown boots completed the ensemble.

I could smell breakfast cooking as I skipped down the stairs.

“Morning daddy,” I beamed, leaning close for a kiss as he cooked pancakes at the stove.

“Morning princess,” he responded with a smile, offering his cheek. His peripheral vision caught side of my wardrobe and I could see his surprise. “Sweetie, you look beautiful.”

“Do you like it?” I asked, holding up the sides of the skirt and twirling in the middle of the kitchen.

“You look like an ass,” David grumbled from beneath his parka, a portable video game system beeping in his hands.

“Be nice,” daddy warned, skillfully flipping breakfast onto a plate. “You look so grown up this morning, Abby. What’s the occasion?”

I took a seat at the bar and twirled my curled hair in my fingers. “Oh, I’m just excited that someone special is home,” I teased in a childlike tone, flashing a huge grin. After three weeks away, I still couldn’t believe he was back.

“Sweetie, mom has to work late tonight, so I was thinking that we could go see a movie when you get home from school today. What do ya think?” he asked eagerly, placing pancakes before my brother and me. “You’re welcome to come too, David.”

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