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DaddysGirl
It’s a big step. But it’s the next step, I think. I’m ready. Are you?
I want to know who she is so fucking badly that I’d likely agree to receive a transfusion of infected blood at this point. Though chatting with her on our school computers feels arguably more risky, there is not even a question here.
Suede0989
I’m ready
I lick my lips, stroke a hand through my hair, ignoring the erection between my legs as I bounce one knee, waiting.
I’m bricked up thinking about who she is and what we have, and how great all of this may turn out. It’s pretty hardto believe that two strangers who were matched online both work at the same place. Sure,Veiledwas always going to connect me to women in my area, but you’ve gotta be pretty fucking lucky to get matched to someone living in your exact town, working the very place you work.
DaddysGirl
Okay, I’ll tell you my Team Chat username, then log off here and log on there.
Sound good?
She doesn’t mention anything about nerves, but I have to make sure she’s okay with this. That no part of her is unsure. That’s what good Daddies do.
Suede0989
Are you absolutely sure you’re ready for this step?
I’ll be devastated if she doesn’t say yes, but I have to give her the chance to back out. I have to be a good Daddy, so that later I can be a very bad Daddy.
DaddysGirl
I’m sure.
I’m dying to know who she is, and I realize at this point, moments from hitting the big red launch button, thatDaddysGirlhas never verbally expressed how much she wants to know who I am. But she’s driving this big step, so she must want to know.
She must, like me, be dying to know.
Suede0989
Okay. Give me your username. I’ll message you as soon as you do.
Her dots leap and swirl, and my fingers meander the keyboard as I wait, the school intranet open and logged in, running behindVeiled.
DaddysGirlis typing,Veiledtells me, so I blow out a breath, bounce my knee, and wait to learn the name and identity of the woman I’m falling in love with.
She finally hits send, and her username on Bluebell High’s intranet access pops up.
My spine melts into the couch, eyes glued to the screen, zeroed in on that username blazing back at me.
“No freaking way,” I whisper, my brain detonating as it rewinds six years, frantically scanning every staff meeting, every casual hallway stroll with Dean, clawing through memories for her shadow. I’m still reeling, heart pounding, utterly floored thatDaddysGirlis…
I swipe my tongue over dry lips, pulse racing, and fire off one final message onVeiled.
Suede0989
Sliding into your DMs over there now, Miss Cadence Caine.
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