Daddy's Little Girl (Chapter 1)
It had been 3 years since Melinda Parker's beloved mother passed away. While she misses her mom a lot, it was no more than her dad did. Their life had been ideal--living in the suburbs, two-car garage, and nice schools. Everything was just about perfect until her death.
Amanda Parker had been diagnosed with Leukemia, a blood cancer, when it was already too late to treat it. Her death was guarenteed and it stunned the whole family. She had only a more few months to live.
The funeral was difficult for everyone. Amanda and Eric's relatives flew in from around the country and were a big help to Melinda and her father. However, when the funeral was over, he and Melinda had to go home and deal with the loss alone. Her death changed their lives dramatically.
Melinda's dad, Eric, had to go back to work to make ends meet and they had to sell their house. However, in the 3 years since Amanda's death, Eric had done very well in his job and he had been lucky in the stock market. He had purchased a new house for him and Melinda, smaller than before, but very comfortable nonetheless. The job and investments provided enough money to enjoy life and take an occasional vacation.
While the 3 years since Amanda's death had been financially stable, it was emotionally difficult. On an emotional level, he and Melinda were still struggling. They leaned on each other for support and therefore had grown closer than the typical father and teenaged daughter.
Melinda Parker became the woman of the house overnight, but she knew that she couldn't make up for the loss of her mom to her father.
Melinda was a tall, beautiful and slim girl 5' 10" and 110 pounds. She was taller than most of her classmates. However, while she appeared to be a confident teenager, she was, in fact, very shy and overly sensitive. Although, she had her mom's beautiful face and the bright blue eyes of her dad, she wasn't comfortable with guys. Normally, fathers NEVER want their daughters dating or associating with guys at all, but Eric, on the other hand, was very open about his daughter dating guys and having sex, as long as she used protection and didn't get knocked up. Then it would be a problem.
Melinda wanted to date, but every time she was around an attractive guy, she would become tongue-tied and embarrass herself. It was easier for her just to avoid those situations. Besides, she almost felt like she would be cheating her dad if she dated.
Now 18, Melinda had graduated from high school with honors and had earned a scholarship to a local university. While she looked like the All-American girl, she had never had a boyfriend. Her shyness was an incredible embarrassment for her. The shyness was primarily the result of a slight stutter that she had developed not long after her mother died. She had hid it successfully from her father so far and most of the time she could cover it up. However, it tended to show up when she was nervous and all too often, that was in the presence of guys her age.
Eric Parker was still a very attractive man as well. He was tall at 5' 11" with a muscular body and broad shoulders.
Eric had been desperately lonely since Amanda's death. Although, he tried not to lean on Melinda too much, she seemed to be the only one that really understood. He didn't have to explain to her how he felt when he was sad, angry, or lonely. She just knew. Eric thought that he could read Melinda as well.
Out of sheer loneliness, Eric had tried dating. Unfortunately, he hadn't met anyone that he really liked or connected with on an emotional level or for that matter, on a physical level. Even at 45-years-old, Eric still had strong sexual desires. However, he needed more from a woman. He needed tenderness and understanding first. Most of the women he dated seemed to think that because he was a old widowed man that he would jump into bed at the drop of a hat.
Melinda tried to encourage him to go out and have some fun, but whenever she suggested that he find someone, he would always tell her that she was the only woman he needed in his life now. It was almost as if he would be cheating Melinda or somehow hurting Amanda's memory. While he knew deep inside it was time to move on, he just couldn't let go of the past.
Eric worked hard to keep the family financially solvent. His job as a public relations executive was rewarding but time consuming. He had to work 12 hour days and sometimes Saturdays.
Whenever Melinda would tell him that he should date, he would turn his comments around and say she should be the one dating.
Eric was more concerned about his daughter's lack of social development then he was about dating himself. He wanted her to go out and have fun, yet she would be home most weekend nights with him.
One Saturday evening, Eric found Melinda sitting in the living room watching TV as usual.
"Melinda, why are you sitting home alone tonight? Why don't you go out with someone?" Eric said, sitting down next to his daughter and putting his arm around her shoulders. They had this conversation almost every weekend.
"Come on, dad, give me a break. I don't need to go out, besides, I'd rather be home with you." That had been her standard response. It was a lame excuse and they both knew it.
"Melinda, you need to have friends, you know....boyfriends," Eric said in exasperation. Then he looked at her seriously and said, "I'm worried about you."
"You seem to do okay without girlfriends. Why do I need boyfriends?"
"Come on, Melinda, that's different and you know it. I've already been married. Besides, I already have a woman. You!" Eric said, squeezing her shoulder affectionately.
"Well, I have plenty time to date. Besides, I already have a man. You!" Melinda replied, smiling at using her dad's own words.
Eric sighed in frustration. "Well, we're a fine pair aren't we?"
"Dad, you're my best friend," Melinda said seriously, snuggling into his arm.
"And you're my best friend too," Eric said, hugging her again. However, he couldn't let it go. "You still need to date. It's not healthy."
Melinda took a deep breath. "Dad..."
Melinda's mouth was opened but nothing came out. Her head fell back on the sofa and she closed her eyes. Her face seemed to color in embarrassment. "It's stupid. Never mind," she finally said.
"Come on Linda...please don't close me out," Eric said, turning his face to her and looking into her misty eyes. "We've always been able to talk about anything. Haven't we?"
Melinda had wanted to talk to her father for a long time about her shyness and the stutter but she didn't want to burden him. Additionally, she felt embarrassed talking to him about boys. Now that she had finally gotten up enough nerve to bring the subject up, she knew he had to continue.
"It's...it's just that i'm...i'm not so hot with the boys. I'm too shy and whenever I get around a nice looking guy I...I....I get tongue-tied," Melinda said, her eyes unable to meet her father's.
Eric was surprised but tried not to show it. He had never heard her get tongue-tied before. "Now wait a minute, you always say that I'm a nice looking guy and you don't get tongue-tied around me."
"I'm serious dad, I don't know what to do or say around guys. I've only kissed two guys in my whole life," Melinda blurted before she could stop herself.
"Really?" Eric said in astonishment. My God, she was 18 and she had only kissed two boys, he thought. She must be a virgin! The realization shocked Eric. Then a bigger problem occurred to him. "You like buys don't you?"
"Daaaaad! Of course I like guys," Melinda said, now totally embarrassed.
Eric sighed in relief.
"It's just that...just that... oh hell...I haven't even been on a real date before."
"Wow, Melinda, I had no idea!" Eric was unable to hide the shock in his voice. "I've seen you go out. You said you were going out with boys."
"I'm sorry, dad, I lied. I go to the library or to the mall with friends. I just didn't want you to feel bad for me. You have enough on your mind."
Suddenly, Eric realized that he had neglected Melinda since her mother died. He had been foolish to think that he could read her. He had been so busy mourning his own loss, feeling sorry for himself and working on his career that he had missed all the signs. Even after he gave her the chance to start dating, it was obvious now that she was very sexually immature. God, how could I have been so stupid? he thought.
The two of them sat silently for a long time. Neither one of them knew what to say.
Finally, Eric broke the ice with an idea.
"Melinda, what would you think about you and I going on a date?"
"Come on, dad. You're joking, right?"
"No, i'm serious. You're very comfortable around me, so why don't we go out? You can act as if i'm your date. I can tell you what you need to work on. After all, I still remember what girls like." Eric stopped when he realized that she might be embarrassed to go out with her father. "Uh...that IS if you wouldn't be too embarrassed to be seen out with your old pop."
"Come on, dad, you're not old. You're the best looking man I know!" Her face turned red as soon as she said it.
"Thank you, sweet pea, and you are the best looking woman I know. So why don't we two good looking people go on a date?"
Melinda was quiet for a few minutes, thinking. Maybe it would be good for her to go out, she thought. Besides, he might get off her back about dating. It could be a way for him to help her. Suddenly, she liked the idea. "Well...okay... I guess it might be fun," Melinda finally said in a nonchalant tone.
"You don't sound that excited," Eric said with a pout.
"That's not it," Melinda said quickly. "But...but..."
"What's wrong, sweet pea?"
"I don't...uh, know about that stuff. I...I...I...would...you know, feel silly if I messed up. That would be...embarrassing," Melinda said, with a stutter in her voice.
"There's nothing you could do to embarrass yourself, honey," Eric said patting her leg affectionately. "Come on, let's get dressed and I can take you out to dinner and a movie," Eric said, reaching to the table and picking up his car keys.
"Daaaad," Melinda said, her face turning red again. However, underneath the embarrassment she was as excited as she had been in a long time.
Twenty minutes later, Melinda was pacing around the living room nervously, waiting for her dad. She had on a tight, white pull over top that was low cut, exposing the upper swells of her thick breasts, and a short black skirt and high heels. She thought her dad would like the outfit since he picked it out for her. When she saw him come down the stairs, she started to say something but stopped in mid-sentence with her mouth open.
Eric had on a thick black leather jacket with a blue button-up shirt underneath, along with dark blue denim jeans secured with a black studded belt. And black tap shoes. His brown hair was comed and full of volume, and his beard had just been shaved, but now stubble.
"What's wrong?" Eric asked concerned about the look on his daughter's face. Suddenly, he thought that he had made a big mistake.
"Dad, uh, uh, you..you look.." Melinda stuttered trying to tell him how great he looked.
"I'll change," Eric said, turning to go back upstairs fearing that he had gone too far in trying to look young and "hot".
"No! You look handsome," Melinda blurted out.
Eric turned back around smiling. "Why thank you sweet pea, I thought you were upset with what I was wearing."
"Wow, dad, I hope some of my friends see me with you. God, they will be so jealous!"
Eric felt his heart swell with pride and love. "Well, let's go make them jealous. For tonight, why don't you call me Eric," he said with a smile.
"Okay da....uh, Eric," Melinda answered, smiling nervously. "Eric," she said again to herself, loving the way his name rolled off her tongue.
They both hurried out to the car, and Eric ran pass his daughter and genuinely held the door open for her. He then hurried into the driver's seat.
As he drove, Eric kept glancing over at his daughter's legs. He felt a stirring between his legs and was suddenly very confused.
Melinda's skirt had pulled up her legs, revealing her tanned thighs. She tried to pull it down but the bucket seats of the car made that difficult.
Eric drove to a small Italian restaurant that they went to on occasion. It was quiet and intimate with a genuine Mediterranean look. The tables were covered in red checked table clothes and each had an old wine bottle in the center with a lit candle. There was even a violinist playing music.
Dinner went great and was very relaxing. Eric even let Melinda have a couple glasses of wine. Eric wanted to make her feel more grown up. She certainly needed some confidence building.
Eric had quite a bit more wine than Melinda. He felt a little tipsy but also warm and relaxed.
Melinda had no trouble talking to her dad. The wine had loosened her tongue just a bit. Besides, it wasn't like it was a real date, she thought.
They talked about school, friends, music, movies; all the things that a boy and girl would talk about on a date. Occasionally, Eric would point out things about how she should act on a date. He tried not to be too critical. Not surprisingly though, Melinda didn't need much coaching. She was a natural, poised lady, just like her mom.
For a little while, Melinda truly forgot that Eric was her dad.
Eric also forgot for a short time that he was out with his daughter. She suddenly seemed so mature. Her pretty blue eyes sparkled in the dim candlelight as she laughed and her face lit up like a candle when she smiled. God, she was beautiful, he thought. Suddenly, Eric felt a little shiver run through him.
When dinner was over, Melinda escorted Eric out to the car, opening the restaurant door and hurrying to open the car door.
Eric was just a bit unsteady on his feet. He knew that he shouldn't have had that last glass of wine.
When Melinda opened the passenger door of the car, and her dad slid in, he tried not to look at her exposed thighs again. However, that was impossible. No matter how hard he tried, his eyes went to the dark area between his daughter's legs.
The light from a street lamp melted the shadows and Melinda drew in her breath. Her legs opened, revealing the silky tops of her thigh high nylons, her smooth thighs and then a pair of pale blue silk panties hugging the pouch of her sex.
She paused for a second with one leg out of the car.
Eric sat almost frozen, his eyes as large as saucers.
"Well, are we going to the movies or not?" Eric asked, again noticing that he was looking up her skirt. Another shiver ran through him. Now Melinda wasn't sure whether the spreading of her thighs had been an accident on her part or not. She felt naughty tonight. It was just a little innocent fun, she told herself. The wine was making everything seem all right.
At the movie theater, they got sodas and popcorn and then found a seat near the back row. Since the movie had been out for a while, the theater wasn't crowded.
They practically had the theater to themselves.
The movie was funny and light, making them both laugh. About midway through the movie, Eric carefully raised his arm and put it on the back of the seat behind his daughter, his arm touching her shoulders.
Melinda didn't miss the move and felt another of those little shivers come over her.
At one point when they were laughing, Eric moved his arm until it was around her, his hand hanging over her shoulder. Melinda surprised him by sighing and snuggled even closer into his arm.
Eric smiled to himself at his daughter's boldness. He felt so comfortable and loved at that moment. It had been a long time since he felt like this.
Suddenly, Eric realized that his fingers were touching the top swell of his daughter's breast where the soft flesh was exposed. He could feel his heart begin to beat rapidly in his chest.
Melinda felt the fingers but let them stay where they were, as she didn't want to spoil the mood. Besides, it was just innocent fun and probably an accident, she told herself.
Eric could no longer concentrate on the movie. Almost without his control, his fingers began to move lightly back and forth across the exposed swell of her breast. The movement was delicate, almost imperceptible. Still, Melinda could feel it. It felt as though his fingertips were on fire. Stop it! he told himself.
After a few minutes, Eric noticed his fingers were moving. It was a sensual touch, almost tickling. It could still have been accidental. When he felt goose bumps spring up on her chest, he knew that he should stop. She probably didn't even know that he was doing it anyway. It was just an innocent touch. However, the tingling she felt between her legs wasn't so innocent.
Eric's hand was shaking, as his fingers grew closer. The tips of his fingers moved further down until they were just barely under the elastic of her top.
Now, there was no doubt about whether or not he was touching her accidentally
Melinda's breathing increased. She wanted to stop him, but it had been so long since someone that she cared for paid attention to her. The brain of the father was in a battle with the brain of a man; a man that had missed intimate touches for so long. Melinda began to squirm in her seat. Incredibly, she could feel her panties getting wet. When she felt Eric's fingers begin to move further down, she reached up and grabbed his hand, preventing any further movement.
However, she didn't take the fingers out of her top, but instead held them where they were, almost pressing them to her soft flesh.
Eric breathed a sigh of relief when his daughter didn't chastise him. At one point, she let go of his hand to reach for the popcorn in the seat next to her.
When she turned back, Eric took the opportunity to move his fingers downward again, getting half his hand under the top before she stopped him.
Now Melinda held his fingers from the outside of the top. Her own heartbeat had quickened.
Eric felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. His penis was now very uncomfortable in his pants. He squirmed around, trying to find a comfortable position. He couldn't very well reach down and adjust himself.
Melinda held Eric's trembling hand tightly, knowing that one more fraction of an inch and he would be able to feel her nipple. In fact, his fingertips were touching her brown areola. She could feel the hard nipples pulsing almost painfully. Now, her breathing was as labored as Eric.
The two sat almost frozen. When the tightness of Melinda's fingers lessened, she felt Eric's fingers begin to move downward again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could feel the fingers moving across the bumpy surface of her areola. Then they split apart around the nub of her swollen nipple.
Suddenly, the lights of the theater came on.
Melinda jumped as if an electric shock had hit her. She quickly pulled the hand from her top. She was trembling as she sat in her seat waiting for the few people in the theater to leave. Finally, she stood on shaking legs and moved to the isle.
As they left the theater, Eric had to walk behind his daughter in hopes that no one could see his erection.
Melinda took a deep breath and sighed as she walked up the aisle in front of Eric. She wondered why he lagged behind her. He glanced at her and realized the problem that his young date had. He had to restrain herself from looking at his daughter a second time. Suddenly, it was like he was in high school again. It brought back so many fond memories with Melinda's mother.
The ride home was very quiet. Melinda couldn't believe what had happened in the theater. It was like a dream. Damn, he practically had his hand on his daughter's bare breast and she didn't stop him. Yet, she still felt embarrassed and like a slut. Her dad had been nice enough to take her out and this is how she repaid him.
Eric couldn't believe what he had allowed to happen either. Again, he told himself that it was just innocent fun. After all, his daughter did need some confidence building, he reasoned.
Melinda unlocked the door of their house, then stopped and turned to her dad.
"Thanks Dad...uh Eric, I...I..had a great time," a little nervous stutter showing up in her voice.
"I did too, Melinda, you are a great date," Eric said sincerely.
Melinda stood nervously in front of her dad. Her hands fidgeting at her sides. She almost had an overpowering urge to grab him and kiss him. She got control of herself and asked, "So, uh, does a girl get a kiss on the first date," Melinda blurted. Her heart was beating wildly again. Her knees felt like they were going to collapse. When her father didn't answer right away, she thought that she had blown it.
"Well, probably not on the first date, but because you were so nice, I guess one kiss couldn't hurt," Eric said, his mind screaming No! No! But his body was screaming Yes! Yes! The beautiful evening, the date and the wine were all working on Eric's resistance.
Her heart skipped a beat. God, he was going to do it, she thought. He was really going to kiss her. Suddenly, she was petrified.
"Well?" Eric said, his eyes closed, and Melinda's heart pounding now. This was so wrong, he told himself.
"I really...uh...you know, I...I...don't know how."
"Here," Eric said, bringing his lips to his daughter's.
Her arms automatically went around his neck. Her lips were soft and pressed harshly into her dad's hard lips.
"Wait," he said and pulled back. "You don't kiss with your lips like that. Wet your lips and let them relax," Eric said in a fatherly tone. Yet, this wasn't a fatherly act.
Melinda did as her father asked. She felt him bring his lips to hers again. This time she relaxed hers and pressed into his rough mouth. Suddenly, she was very much aware of her breasts on his chest, his rough lips, and the smell his Axe cologne. Her head began to spin.
Eric moaned as his tongue slid into his daughter's warm mouth. It was a reflex action and automatic. He felt her tongue touch his and a tremor ran through him. For a moment, he was lost in the sweet taste of his daughter's mouth. Suddenly, he pulled his tongue out of her mouth. He had totally lost control for just a moment. He pulled his head back and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Now that was better wasn't it?" Eric said, as innocently as possible, an uncontrollable quiver in his voice.
"Great, let's do it again," Melinda said boldly, and she pulled her father to her again.
Suddenly, Melinda could feel her dad's hard penis pressing into her stomach. She shivered with excitement at the thought that she turned on a old man. Wait, his mind screamed, this is my own daughter. He knew that he had to stop this before it got out of hand.
"No! Stop!" Eric almost screamed, pulling away from Melinda. Then he realized it sounded harsh and, his tone softened. "One kiss on the first date. Don't get greedy," Eric said pushing his daughter away playfully.
"Aww, shucks," Melinda said, with her innocent smile, trying to cover her excitement and disappointment. Then she turned serious. "Dad, I had fun tonight. Can....c-can we go on a date again sometime, please?"
"Well, I guess so, I don't see why not," Eric said, pecking his daughter on the lips one more time before entering the house.
That night, Melinda lay in bed with her hand in her panties, thinking of her dad. All her fantasizes until now had been about boys at school. Now her dad dominated her thoughts. She could still feel his hard penis on her stomache and her soft skin under his fingers. If he could have only moved his hand a fraction of an inch lower in the theater, he would have touched the nub of her nipple. Even now, she could still taste his lips on her and feel his tongue in her mouth. Her hand was forcing three fingers into her sopping hole and she climaxed over and over until her fingers and the sheets were soaked with her juice
At the same time, Eric lay in bed with his hard penis in his hand, thinking of his daughter. It took only minutes for him to squirt his juice all over his stomach. He jerked off three times that night. Then, suddenly he burst into tears. God, what have I done? he thought.
Eric Parker cried himself to sleep that night.
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