Chapter One
My step-dad, Peter, is the best man I have ever known. After marrying my semi-neglectful mom when I was twelve, he guided me through an incredibly awkward adolescence, tolerated my fumbling, obsessed crush well before even I understood my own feelings, and dutifully ignored all my clumsy attempts to tease him. I have no idea how he did it. How he does it.
Between taking care of me, the baby, and everything else, I just cannot wrap my head around how he has enough hours in the day for it all. But, he does. And he seems happier since my mom booked it across the country and we’re alone now, just the three of us – daddy, baby and Liz.
For his latest act of heroism, Peter convinced me that I should go back to college. I started late, and then had the baby so I took a semester off that stretched to a year. Both he and my mom worked in medicine when I was growing up, and so that’s the path I wanted to take as well, but I just didn’t have time for the four year terror of medical school, followed by a nomadic series of residencies and all that, so he told me about going into a nursing program. It was a perfect fit, or seemed like it anyway.
My first day back started early, and I was pretty nervous. He was with me though, and as long as my daddy was with me, nothing could scare me. I knew he’d protect me, just like always.
He is my daddy and my lover; my daddy, my hero.
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The night before school started, I was a nervous wreck. There was no real reason for me to feel like the whole world was crashing down, but that rarely stopped me. Little Davis was already happily in his crib and asleep, and daddy and I were watching some prime-time drama that just did not hold my attention at all.
Peter did his best to try and keep me calm, but that night I had the kind of anxiety even a foot massage won’t cure. As I lay there on the soft leather couch, feet up on my his lap with his thumbs pressing wonderfully into my arches, I began to have other thoughts.
Naughty thoughts.
Knowing myself pretty well, I was surprised that it took so long to come to such a conclusion. Nothing ever calmed me down, nothing ever relaxed me as much as having a huge, thick cock slide between my legs, stretch out my pussy and slam into me over and over and over until I screamed out an orgasm so powerful I felt like I was in an earthquake.
Nothing ever came close.
Just as I started to stroke the arch of my foot around my Peter’s lap in search of a hard-on to play with, he yawned, stretched and stood up. “Want me to run you a bath? I’m beat, baby girl,” he said as he twisted his back a couple times and stretched again. “This show is terrible.”
I giggled a little at how we seemed to think the same things, usually at the same times. Then I realized how nice a bath sounded. The water, maybe some bubbles, and those little water jets...