by Candy Quinn
“Well, you’ll want to beat them off with something better than a stick in that way. Try your hand,” she retorts.
The sunglasses hide my pained expression as I speak, “I just figured he was the one I wanted to be my first, that’s all.”
Samantha giggles, cruelly, as she tosses her sunhat to the side, looking up at the sky. She usually has no shame, but today she’s keeping her bikini fastened, and I feel a little uneasy about that, but I try to push it away. I’m just a bit delicate, that’s all, I try to tell myself. Reading into things that aren’t there.
“I can’t get over the fact that you’re a fucking virgin, Blaire. You’re hotter than anyone else at school, and I know more than a half dozen guys that have been pleading for a chance at your puss. Maybe prom can be your big night,” she teases.
And then there’s the sound of a man clearing his throat.
I turn, and gape at my step-father, standing there in his suit.
It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t so intimidating. So tall, statuesque and good looking.
Yeah, my daddy’s a real hunk, alright. Nothing to be done about that. With his broad shoulders and fit physique, there was no wonder he stole my mother’s heart. He could steal any woman’s heart, I imagine. He even has blonde hair and emerald eyes that glitter in the light, like he was unreal, some figment of the imagination. A handsome, rugged older man, with confidence and the success to back it up.
“You two ladies are obviously cutting loose… and cutting class,” he remarks in that deep, husky voice of his.
My arm goes across my chest, and I’m mortified. I have no idea how long he’s been standing there watching us, and I’m squirming uncomfortably.
Samantha, meanwhile, is seductively lowering her sunglasses and smiling at him.
“Exams, Mr. Cartwright,” she says with a sensual lilt to her voice that makes me want to melt into the ground as I grope for my bikini top. Unfortunately for me, I had flicked it just out of reach.
Daddy bends down, laying his briefcase to the ground before casually making his way across the patio, his shiny black shoes clicking upon the poolside as he waltzes on in like nothing was amiss.
“I see,” he remarks, looking us both over before he flips up his own sunglasses, letting his green eyes soak us in. “And I guess no study is necessary, huh?” he says, one hand in his pocket, as he looks at us so casually, from Samantha to me and back again.
My lips tremble as I look to Samantha, then to Daddy, praying she doesn’t say anything else.
“We studied all morning, daddy, I promise, but we just wanted to get some sun before supper. It helps us think!” I lie, and I know it’s a lie. Every time I lay out in the sun, I’m zapped of all energy and definitely don’t want to think at all.
“Besides, Mr. Cartwright,” Samantha pitches in, “you know we’re both shoe-ins for College. I mean, look at us,” she says, shimmying her shoulders and making her large breasts jiggle.
I don’t know what was worse: the fact that she did that, or that my daddy openly watched her do it!
“Mmhmm,” he says as if listening to someone make a pitch to him at his office, that skeptical look upon his face as he studies us again. “Just a moment ladies,” he says, holding up a finger, and I felt like my life was at an end. I’m absolutely certain he’s gonna come back and end us!
“Oh shit, we’re in for it now, Samantha,” I say, as I get up and make to grab for my bikini top, but daddy returns quicker than I anticipated. And strangely, it’s with three wine glasses and a bottle in tow.
“Since you’re both such shoe-ins, I guess a bit of celebration is in order with your relaxation, no?” he says, as he lays the glasses down on the deck table and pours some of the shiraz up into each of the three glasses. “Here you go sweetie,” he says, offering me one first.
I feel like it’s a trap, but Samantha’s looking at me with a dangerous glint of excitement in her eyes, and everything’s happening so fast.
I reach out to take it, but in my panic, I’m reaching out with the wrong hand, flashing him all over again.
This is the worst day of my life. I get dumped, and now I’m accidentally flashing my own step-father.
I accept it quickly, trying to hide my breasts once more.
But despite it all, daddy smiles at me with that usual, loving expression, linking our gaze a while before he turns his attention to Samantha, handing her glass, which she takes daintily but without hesitation.
“Thank you, Mr. Cartwright,” she says, smiling so brazenly at him as she helps herself to a sip.
Much to my surprise, daddy raises his glass in a toast to us and sits back in one of the chairs, loosening his tie before taking a sip and lounging in the sun.
“I suppose there’s no point in wasting such a beautiful, free day for any of us, is there ladies?” he says casually, as if we are any other beautiful women, and not his daughter and her best friend.
He’s being so fucking casual about it all, that I kind of feel like trying to put on the bikini top is going to be harder than it seems, and draw way too much attention to it. Besides, now I only have one hand free.
But my nerves are frayed and I’m scared to take a sip. I mean, it’s not like my dad’s a jerk. He’s taken really good care of me since my mom died two years ago, but he has kind of a disciplinarian streak to him, usual. I have to make my bed just as he likes it, do the laundry just so. He has a lot of ways about him, and he’s really controlling about it.
He’s the same at work, I know, so it’s not so weird. But I’m afraid if I take a sip, he’s going to punish me once Samantha’s gone.
“So why are you home with the girls so soon, Mr. Cartwright?” Samantha asks brazenly, leaning upon one arm, with her ample chest thrust out as she sips more of the red wine, showing none of my reservations.
My daddy, however, seems so calm about it all, shrugging his shoulders as he reclines and makes himself comfortable.
“Lovely day, and I’m the boss… so I called it an early day. I’ve got that luxury. I just don’t exercise it often,” he says with a confident smile. “Besides, any time now, my little girl is going to be heading off, and I’ll be left all alone here. Might as well make the most of what time we have left, no sweetie?” he says, smiling right at me, then tilting his chin in my direction. “Go on, drink up.”
I’m all nerves, but I know better than to disobey a direct order, and I take a mouthful, still covering my chest. I glance at Samantha, my brows raised as I try to draw her attention to my still practically bared breasts with a questioning expression, but she just giggles.
“Ohh, the boss?” she says to my father, and I don’t know where this sensation of jealousy is coming from, but it’s coming in strong and is making me really uncomfortable on top of my toplessness.
“Mmhmm,” he says before casually taking a sip of his own wine, looking over to Samantha. “My Blaire’s never told you about what I do before?” he asks, shooting me one of his dashing, half-smiles, that so woo the ladies. I know he’s had numerous ones hitting on him since my mother died, but he’s never so much as taken one out for a date that I’m aware of.
He’s pretty private, I know, and I’m busy, but he’s the type of person who’d probably talk to me about it. I assume anyways.
“I told her,” I say with a roll of my eyes and Samantha gives me a little warning glare, but she never heeded mine. Besides, I don’t know why, but it’s making me angry seeing her flirt with him.
“She just wants to hear it from you,” I add on.
Dad’s smile only grows and he taps a ringed finger along his glass as he looks between us then out over the swimming pool. He takes his time, sipping his wine before looking on back.
“I broke away from my old company years ago, started my own firm. More responsibility, more control, more of the pay that comes in. Works for me, usually,” he says. “Means I can do something like this, and take off in the middle of the day to drink wine with two go
rgeous ladies by the pool, whenever I see fit.”
“Not that he ever does,” I say, and I sound more sullen than expected. I take a sip of my drink before turning my back on the two of them to hide the dark look on my face. I down the rest of my wine, hoping it’ll make me feel less terrible as I reach out and finally grab my bikini top.
“That’s so amazing, Mr. Cartwright,” Samantha says, sounding so interested.
My father takes a generous mouthful of his wine, and before I can get anywhere close to putting my top back on, he gets up and sits down on my lounging seat, placing his hand upon my calf and stroking my leg to my ankle.
“You’re right, my angel,” he says so smoothly, “I should have taken my liberties more often. It’s funny how you don’t realize that until it’s almost too late,” he says, smiling from Samantha over to me, looking warm and loving and… something else, I can’t quite place.
I’m breathing hard by this point and I can’t see Samantha anymore, but I can smell my daddy’s cologne, and the wine’s hitting me pretty hard. I haven’t eaten anything all day.
I don’t know what to say, what to do. It’s like I’m stunned in place.
His hand touches my warm, sunbaked skin, and I shiver.
“It’s fine,” I manage.
“It’s fine to neglect such a lovely lady?” he says, looking right at me with those intense, green eyes of his, squeezing my leg a while as we lock gazes. Only then does he slowly turn his attention back to Samantha. “It’s not right for a man to neglect the most important woman in his life, now is it Samantha?” he asks.
“No, Mr. Cartwright. A man should tend to the women he cares for. First and last,” she says so sultrily, such meaning to her words as she strokes her free hand along her hip and down her thigh a little, drawing his gaze there before he tears it away to smile back at me.
She’s making me really flustered. Or maybe it’s the sun, and the wine, but I’m suddenly feeling really dizzy, and I have to blink to clear my vision. It’s all still spinning, and I drop my hands to the side of the chair, gripping there for a moment as I take in deep breaths, oblivious to my partial nudity, to the exposed tanned breasts and their pale, pink nipples.
Daddy reaches out to me, and for a brief, hazy moment I think he’s going to grab my exposed breasts, but instead he cups my cheek, strokes his thumb along my skin, so loving and tenderly. Like years ago when I was just a child.
“I really don’t want to see you go, my sweet angel,” he says in that deep, dark voice of his, so full of emotion. “I know it’s selfish, and a father’s supposed to be happy about his girl going out into the world, but if I could only convince you… I’d keep you here for all time. Whatever it took,” he says, taking another sip of his wine before laying the glass aside and looking to Samantha. “But then, I can’t expect my girl to stay here with me while all her friends go off to college, away from here, leaving her alone, can I Samantha?”
“Well it wouldn’t be fair,” she says, though honestly, that burning jealousy that keeps growing brighter is making me think that what she really thinks isn’t fair is him being next to me. Touching me.
I just have to breathe, and I’m trying to focus on him, but I can’t. My eyes flit over his beautiful eyes, his full lips, locking there for a while before I finally murmur, “I don’t feel good.”
Daddy looks at me, and I can see the sympathy in his eyes even through the tipsy haze of the wine. He leans forward, pressing his lips to my forehead in a tender kiss.
“Too much wine, sweetie? Sorry, I should’ve known you were too good a girl, no experience with alcohol,” he says, brushing back my blonde hair and looking at me tenderly. “It’s a good thing you’ve got a friend like Samantha, who doesn’t tempt you into doing things you shouldn’t then. Getting mixed up with too many bad boys.”
Either it’s a pointed remark because he overheard her earlier or not, I can’t tell.
“Oh, I’m the best, Mr. Cartwright,” Samantha says, still trying to tempt him away, her hand placed on his shoulder. “Seriously. Maybe little Blaire should head up to bed and we can polish off the bottle together.”
There’s an anger in me and I’m trying to ignore it as I push myself up. “Yea, I’ll just go,” I say, and I don’t know what I want or hope to happen. I don’t want Samantha to fuck my dad, though, I know that much. But I don’t want him to fuck her, even more.
But much to my surprise, daddy sweeps me off my feet — literally! — and picks me up into his strong arms with such ease. He ignores Samantha entirely, with her big tits, and casual charm, as he carries me over towards the house.
“You should probably head home now, Samantha. I have to see to my girl now. I don’t think she’s taking to the wine,” he says, smiling at me as he takes me to the house.
I know it’s relief that I’m feeling in my chest though I don’t know why, not really. I suck in my lower lip and decide to just not question it for the time being, as I curl into his arms, the top of my bikini long forgotten.
As soon as we’re in the air conditioned house I start to feel a little better, and I take a gulp of cool air.
“This is so embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not, sweetie. Just relax, it’ll be okay,” daddy assures me, never letting that handsome smile fade from his face as he carries me up the stairs. And passes my room, much to my surprise.
He instead takes me to his, placing me upon that massive king sized bed of his, with its thick, plush blankets, resting his knee upon the edge as he leans over me, stroking my cheek.
“You’re just a very good girl, that’s all,” he reassures.
I don’t realize it, but I start to tremble when I’m separated from his bodily warmth, and he notices it immediately. He leans in towards me, instead of bringing the blanket up, and I hear Samantha slam the door on her way out. She must be pissed, thinking I did this just to cockblock her. Though really, dads are totally off limit to friends.
My daddy — mine, all mine — sheds his jacket and tie, then presses in against me, warming me in his big, strong arms, one draped right over my bare chest as he strokes a hand over my hair and face.
“You’re the loveliest woman I’ve ever seen, angel,” he says to me so sincerely, his deep voice so ridden with emotion. “I’m glad it’s just us now because I’ve not had nearly as much time with you as I crave.”
It’s been so long since he held me like this, and I find myself to be putty in his hands. I melt into him, my dizziness passing with the thick sense of warmth and comfort I take in being held by him. His familiar scent surrounds me, and his words soothe my frazzled nerves.
“Jeremy dumped me,” I blurt out suddenly, and bite my lower lip in.
“I know,” he responds so casually, concern for me thick in his voice before he leans in and places a tender kiss along my temple. “You were too good for him by far anyhow. Just a placeholder doormat until you were ready for a real man,” he husks into my ear, squeezing his thick, bulging bicep into me as he holds me securely. “A real man who will support and care for you, for all your days. Keep you like the queen you deserve to be.”
My smile started to spread, those words so what I needed to hear as I dabbed a few melancholy tears from the corner of my eyes.
“It’s not fair, though,” I say gently, my brow furrowing, and I try to relax again. “Why’d he have to do it just before graduation?”
“Oh sweetie,” he says, rubbing his big, strong hand along my side, skirting the edge of my bare breast on down to my hip and thigh, then back again. “He just spared you from losing your virginity to a punk. A loser. Now you can lose it to a real man, who deserves it,” he says, kissing my cheek, then my neck. “You should lose it to a man who’s ready to give you everything he has. Not just a teen’s forty-five seconds of huffing and puffing.”
I laugh, but then his motions register to my slow moving mind, and I have to blink. His mouth feels so good as he brushes back my golden hair with his nose, his wa
rm breath spreading over my delicate neck. It was like an electric shock going through me, and I started breathing quicker.
“Daddy?” I say, paying more attention to the way his finger was tickling over my flesh, skirting so close to my bikini line, then dangerously near the curve of my breast.
And I’m not going to deny it feels good. That it makes my skin prickle with need.
But I know it’s not right.
“I don’t want you to go away, sweetie,” he says to me, his words so gravelly and needful as his fingers come to the bow that’s tied at my hip, toying with it lightly. “Not now. Not ever. The thought of you going has been keeping me from working right… and I can do so much more for you. Keep you taken care of. Give you everything you need,” he said, that word ‘everything’, said with such poignancy as he tugged at the bow, undoing it, letting my thong come loose.
I sat up, pushing my fingers into the bed, and it was like everything came into high definition, crystal clarity, and I didn’t know how to feel about it.
He’d just tugged open my swimsuit, and I knew it wasn’t by accident. My daddy does nothing by accident, and I’m breathing so fast and wishing that my nipples weren’t so stiff from those teasing, tender touches he was doing. I’m completely exposed, and my lips fall open.
“Daddy?”
He rises with me though, kissing along my shoulder and neck as he peels back that little triangle just a bit before letting my thong drop between my thighs. His hand slides back up my side, cupping my petite breast, holding and squeezing it as if it were not the tiny morsel it was, and were instead some big tit that overshadowed Samantha’s.
“Stay with me, sweetie,” he says in a husk, slowly pulling back to look into my blue eyes. “Let me be your first. Your last. Your only. Daddy’ll take care of you like those boys never could,” he pledges to me with such sincerity.
I can’t believe what’s happening, and yet at the same time, I can. Suddenly I remember those little ways he used to look at me, those private smiles with the glint behind them. And I understood instantly the jealousy and possessiveness I felt back at the poolside.
